“Damn, baby.” Steven seemed at a loss for words.
“Ummm,” he moaned softly. It was that special little thing he did when he was beginning to get turned-on. There was nothing fake about it, just his raw sensuality making its presence known.
“So what do you think?” asked Jena. She knew she was turning him on. “Do you like it that I cum just thinking about you? Huh, hot guy?”
She heard him take a deep breath. “Oh God, baby. You have no idea what that does to me. I’d like to rip your clothes off right now. You send electricity through my veins. You’re so damn erotic, so sexy.”
Jena began to feel the heat again. The animal in her was coming out. She wanted him now. She wanted to strip him down, lay him out, kiss those sexy lips, and suck and fuck him until he could take no more—and that was a lot!
“Steven, when can I see you? You’ve got me so hot right now that I’m about to explode. Why don’t you come to my place tonight? I’ll cook dinner for us.”
“Sure, baby,” replied Steven, “but I don’t want you cooking dinner. That’s too much trouble and time—time that we can spend doing other things. I’ll bring something over to eat.”
“Okay, how about pizza?” asked Jena.
“Pizza sounds great—any certain kind?”
“James Café makes a great one. It’s a California style-vegetarian if that’s okay with you.”
“Alright, pizza it is,” said Steven. “Where in the heck do you live?”
“I’ll text you my address,” said Jena. “I’m exactly five and a half minutes away by car. None of that horrendous rush hour traffic for me. I’ve got better things to do than sit in traffic all day.”
“You sure do now,” said Steven. “I’ll make sure of that. You deserve to lie back after a hard day and think about nothing. I’ll give you a massage. You just relax, baby. Think of nothing and do nothing.”
“Yeah, right,” said Jena. “The hottest man on the planet is massaging my naked body and I’m supposed to think about nothing and do nothing.”
“Yeah,” said Steven. “What about me? You tell me you’re fantasizing about me and getting off at your desk. Do you have any idea what that does to me? I’m rock hard right now just thinking about it.”
“Oh, God,” moaned Jena. “You have no idea what that does to me—what you just said. I can just picture your perfect hard cock right now.”
“Hot Jena girl,” breathed Steven, “I’ve got to get back to work before I decide to come over there right now. You’ve got me so horny I can’t stand it. I’ll see you about seven, okay?”
“Sure,” answered Jena. “I can’t wait. Bye.”
“Bye, baby.”
Jena squirmed in her seat. Knowing that he was so turned-on sent her up another notch. Her pussy now ached with a need. How could it be that she had just had more sex last night than the entire previous year—and she was craving more!
They were meant to be. She and Steven were connected. There really was something to the “chemistry” everyone always talked about. It was real and it was good—damn good. Their bodies, minds and souls melded as one. They were bound tight by the elements—comfort, friendship, excitement and raw passion.
They were two wild animals consumed with lust. Their appetites for each other knew no bounds. To feast upon each other was their ultimate pleasure. They wanted to taste each other, drink each other, wear the other’s lusty juices like a crown jewel. It didn’t get any more intimate than that.
Chapter 12
It was almost seven. Steven would be here soon. Jena looked at herself in the mirror for the first time. Normally she would be analyzing her look from every conceivable angle. With Steven she didn’t feel the need to search for cosmetic perfection. He already made her feel perfect. He still had that natural ability to put a woman at ease—make her feel like a woman—a woman desired. It was amazing how comfortable she felt about herself. She knew she was hot.
Amazingly she had made it through the workday. The afternoon proved to be even more productive than the morning. Once she got rolling her energy level was off-the-charts. Roger noticed it and even commented on it.
Unlike Vicki, he didn’t know the source of the newfound vigor. Vicki knew exactly what generated Jena’s liveliness and to what degree. And she was dying to meet the man who induced spontaneous workplace climaxes.
Jena heard a light double-knock on her door. God, even his knock was sensual. She adjusted the only piece of clothing on her body, a loose fitting blue sundress. She knew Steven would love the simplicity of it. She pushed a loose string of hair behind her ear.
Jena gazed through the peephole. There he was, tall and handsome and dripping with sensuality. He looked to be holding some sort of package. Jena opened the door.
“Hi baby,” said Steven as his eyes raked over her body. “You look fantastic.”
Jena leaned in and kissed his lips. “Thanks, you look great too. Come in.”
Steven entered. He was carrying a large pizza sitting atop a wooden crate.
“What in the heck is that?” Jena pointed to the wooden box.
Steven smiled. “That’s for you. It’s a full case of Chateau Kiss wine. That is your favorite wine, right?”
“A whole case—oh my!” exclaimed Jena. “You didn’t have to do that. I know how much that wine costs and it’s not cheap by any means. Steven!”
Jena walked over to the kitchen table and cleared a spot. “Sit it over here. I know it’s heavy.”
Jena grabbed the pizza from the top and Steven placed the wine on the table.
Steven glanced around and took notice of the surroundings. Jena’s one bedroom apartment was clean and tidy. Jena instinctively knew he felt comfortable.
“Oh, one more thing,” said Steven. He reached behind his back and pulled something out.
It was three roses, one red, one white and one orange.
“Oh, Steven!” Jena’s green eyes brightened. “I never expected all this!”
She jumped into his arms and held him tight. Steven placed the roses on the table and wrapped his arms around her. They held each other like lovers—no, like lovers in love.
Suddenly it happened. A magic energy flowed between them. It was an unstoppable force. Walls crashed down. Jealousy, selfishness and ego floated away never to be seen again. An incorporeal essence took its place. It transcended the three dimensional world and burned its way into their hearts. It was an outside spirit that had entered the depths of their souls, twisting and tying the fibers of their cores, making them one. From now on one’s pleasure would be the others. From now on one’s pain would be felt by both. There was no more you, no more me—only us.
Up until now neither one of them had really known what to think of it all. They only knew that they had spent an incredibly erotic night together. Both of them sensed there was more to it than just hot sex, but now they knew it. What they had was real. It wasn’t infatuation playing head games with them. It was two friends reconnecting on every wavelength. It was trust and friendship bound by a scorching physical attraction.
Steven lifted her chin and gently kissed her lips. They held each other even tighter. An unexplainable power had forever forged them together. It was absolute and true. Steven and Jena were one. They would eternally be bound by a special presence, a uniting force, a harmonious union of their souls. It was love.
“Oh, my God!” exclaimed Jena. “Did you feel that!”
“Yes, baby,” replied Steven in a soft voice. “Don’t speak right now. Let it—whatever it is, whatever is going on—let it settle between us, with us, in us.”
For a long moment neither one spoke. They simply stood there, body against body, soaking in each other. Steven was right. The presence that now bound them was communicating with them. It seemed to be thanking them. Yes, it was relaying an unspoken message of gratitude.
Maybe it needed them as much as they needed it. Maybe this was truly a rare human event—or at least very, very special. Maybe
love was a presence, an entity that needed a physical place to manifest itself. Perhaps it too was searching for peace, a home to call its own.
Maybe two people connected really occupied a special place in the cosmos. Maybe love was as grateful to find two special souls as they were to receive it. If so, it had to be the ultimate merger, the epitome of perfection, the crowning achievement of the universe. One thing was certain—being in love was the greatest feeling a human being could experience.
“Oh, Steven…honey,” whispered Jena. “I want you so much. Thank you for coming back into my life.”
“Thank you, baby,” said Steven. He looked deep into her eyes.
“I never knew,” uttered Jena, “that it could be like this…this feeling.”
“I know, baby,” Steven said softly. “I’m going through the same emotions as you right now.”
A tear fell from Jena’s eye. “So many years we wasted without each other—years we can never get back.”
“That’s not the way to look at it,” said Steven. “Come on, baby. Look at the present. We are here. We are now. We are together.”
Both were silent for a long moment. Finally Steven spoke.
“Hey, let’s do this. Why don’t we have a slice of pizza and catch up on those missing years. We can tell each other what we’ve done the past two decades.”
“Yeah, okay,” Jena said with a soft laugh, “if I can keep my hands off of you long enough to eat. I am hungry though.”
“Good,” said Steven. “Me too. I haven’t had anything to eat since lunch—and the pizza smells great. I’ll open a bottle of this wine too if you don’t mind.”
Jena grabbed a couple of plates and glasses from the kitchen. She served up two slices as Steven poured the wine.
“The pizza’s still hot,” said Steven. “It looks fantastic. Veggie is my favorite.”
Jena held up her glass of wine. “Here’s to fate bringing us together. I’m still in a dream state. I can’t believe it. Here’s to us!”
They tapped their glasses together. Both took a long drink.
“Oh, that’s good,” said Jena. “It’s better than it normally tastes. That’s real good.”
Steven smiled. “Hey, you gotta remember I work for a major wine retailer. Wine…and beer…need to be treated with respect. This wine’s been handled gently, kept from light and extreme temperatures, and shown love and appreciation. Now it’s giving back to us.”
Jena’s eyes flashed a brilliant green. “Kinda like us humans, huh?”
“I would say that’s a good analogy,” answered Steven. He took a bite of the pizza.
“Oh Jena, you’re right. The pizza is excellent. James Café is my kind of place.”
“Okay,” said Jena. “Enough about pizza and wine. I’m curious about your life.”
“Just as I’m curious about yours,” echoed Steven.
“I asked first. Come on, mystery man. Tell me about the last twenty years.”
Steven hesitated. “Alright, you asked for it. What do you want first, the good or the bad or the ugly?”
Jena leaned back in her seat and placed one leg over his knee. Steven watched her do that thing with her hair, pulling it behind one ear. She looked so relaxed and happy…and so damn sexy.
“Oh, Steven, I haven’t changed a whole lot since we hung out. You know what I want. Give me the ugly first.”
“Okay,” said Steven. “Let me go back.”
Jena then saw “the look.” Steven got it when he slipped away into his own little world. There were the faraway eyes and the undecipherable half-smile. Yes, she remembered as if it were yesterday. A handful of times in the past she had witnessed it. She and Shelly never ceased to be amazed when Steven took off into himself.
Steven’s eyes spoke of mystery, adventure and sensuality. They exposed the raw underbelly of his nomadic nature. Behind that ambiguous stare lay the secrets of his soul. It was determination and lust for life. It was a burning intelligence that couldn’t be cornered. It was stubbornness and honesty and a mixed bag of human complexities. It was a quirky madness that few understood. It was the uniqueness that was Steven.
Steven had an insatiable curiosity, an innate drive to explore the unknown. He had always been that way, sort of living on the edge. There was an element of recklessness that was both exciting and dangerous. There was also a genuine, sweet innocence about him that was spellbinding. Most people didn’t begin to understand him.
More than anything else “the look” revealed his sensuous side. It exposed a longing to touch and be touched. All one had to do was look past the thin layer of shyness to see what resided underneath. Nothing gave him more pleasure than giving pleasure.
Steven wore his carnal desires such as to tease. He was a genuine romantic who, without realizing it, captivated women with his spellbinding manner. He just naturally tapped into the female psyche, capturing their hearts and freeing their most primitive desires. Steven was real and he was hot. And he loved the taste of a woman.
Chapter 13
Jena didn’t even pretend to understand the total Steven. All she knew was that he was irresistible to her. Over the course of 24 hours, or was it twenty years, she had fallen in love with him. She was absolutely consumed by this incredibly fascinating man. Nothing else mattered. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She wanted to share life’s ups and downs with the man she loved. She wanted to share herself with him, give herself to him in every capacity. She wanted to make love to her most sensuous man all day, every day.
Steven laid a hand upon her thigh. He gently stroked it as he began to speak.
“Jena, I guess about the craziest thing that’s ever happened to me was the Venezuelan incident. Are you sure you want to hear it?”
“Of course I do,” answered Jena. “Now you’ve got my curiosity aroused.”
Jena was getting turned on listening to him speak. She knew his stories would be exciting. Not to mention the fact that his hand had slipped a little higher up her thigh. She could feel that early tingling sensation that would soon overtake her.
“Well,” said Steven, “This goes back a few years. I was between marriages and going a little crazy. I’d been staying on this island off the coast of Venezuela for about a month. I don’t really even know why I was there. I just liked the dirt-cheap accommodations, the fresh fish, and yes, I did have a girlfriend there.”
“Lucky girl,” Jena said with a laugh. Her body tingled as Steven’s magic fingers caressed the inside of her thigh. It seemed to be an unconscious act for him.
Steven continued. “Anyway, there was a local islander whom I’d become friends with. He would occasionally take me fishing on his boat. Now this boat was small and old. I mean really old. Are you still with me, baby?”
Jena had closed her eyes. She was totally absorbed in his story, but she was also enjoying the progress of his thigh massage. She was sure he had now realized she was naked underneath her dress. She had spread her legs just enough for him to creep higher. He was now ever-so-gently brushing over her short pubic hairs with his thumb. He was making sure not to touch her body, only the hair. Such a tease!
“Yes,” answered Jena without opening her eyes. “I’m listening to every word.”
Jena spread a little wider. Steven could feel the heat flowing from her pussy. He placed the palm of his hand over her, still only grazing over her hairs. He heard her moan slightly.
“So we’re out there on this tiny dilapidated boat when a storm rolls in—a big one. Our boat fills with water. We’re shoveling it out as fast as we can, but it’s basically futile. For the first time in my life I was really scared. I thought I would die.”
“Oh, that’s terrible,” said Jena, her eyes still closed. She really was enjoying tales of his travels. Part of her wanted him to continue with the story, while another part wished he would plunge his fingers into her. She could cum right now. That’s the effect he had on her.
Steven was well aware of Jena’s a
roused state. He decided to up it a level. He gently reached under one thigh and placed her leg on the table. He pulled her dress up above her hips. The pace of her breathing instantly increased.
Jena was now spread wide open for him. The late afternoon sun shined bright through the window. It beamed directly upon her gorgeous pussy, highlighting the centerpiece of this fantastically sexy girl. Her perfect little outer lips glistened with the moisture from within. He could see her beautiful clit throbbing with the need. Still he hadn’t touched her.
Stephen then gently placed a finger in Jena’s mouth. Her eyes remained closed. She moaned as she gently wrapped her tongue around his finger. Steven then removed it and teasingly circled her belly button with his wet finger, before moving downward, stopping just short of her clit. Then he removed his hand. Jena arched her midsection upwards. There would be no relief—not yet. Torturously he continued his story.
“After about an hour we’re literally a minute away from capsizing. Both of us are praying. At the very moment the boat rolls over we catch a glimpse of another boat, a big boat. They see us also. We have a chance of being rescued. Now we’re in the sea struggling to survive. We swim over beside the boat and they throw out a rope for us. We climb aboard the boat and we’re so happy. We’re alive! Then we realize there’s another problem.”
Jena was now squirming in her seat. She absolutely loved this whole sensual experience, but she wanted to cum so badly. All she needed was a touch. Just a touch on her clit and she could release some of her pent-up sexual energy. Steven felt for her, but he wasn’t ready to grant her a release yet. His sexy baby would have to wait a little longer.
“So the problem is this—the boat is packed with bales of marijuana. We soon found out there were eighteen tons of the stuff onboard. What are we supposed to do? Jumping off the boat and drowning wasn’t a good option.”
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