Tanya grinningly began her gentle posting again, using me to tickle her inner magic spot. Her way of trying to help me decide whether she was exciting enough? I watched her gloriously naked body work and felt truly blessed.
Holding herself a few inches up my shaft, she found her spot and gasped. I felt the difference in texture there every time she dragged it over the tip of me. Her motions became smaller, quicker, and sure. Her huffings and gaspings of pleasure became a bit more intense with each movement. I felt my own pressures building with hers and realized we might just reach our peaks together.
Taking her lower lip between her teeth, Tanya seemed to work a little harder for a time and began to have small spasms as she moved over me. I felt the tingling begin and my grip on her shoulders tightened a bit.
Tanya’s eyes opened and she gave me a huge, happy grin just before she kissed me. A few strokes later her chin landed solidly on my shoulder and she almost went slack, barely managing to keep posting with deep little groanings of self-created ecstasy.
It was suddenly my time, too. The familiar tingling raced up my legs and Tanya’s eyes flew open as she sensed my impending explosion. She met my gaze and grinned as she posted with a rather determined expression, but the expression didn’t last. Her face displayed her surprise as her eyes glassed over and her mouth fell open.
With a groaning, “Hhhuuuhhh!” that sounded almost questioning, she slammed herself up and down my shaft a few times. My dam broke and I wrapped my arms around her as I gushed into her. Tanya almost distractedly rode with me another couple of hard strokes to deliver the full charge, then nuzzled my neck and kissed the spot.
I think I kissed every square inch of her face and shoulders in return. She felt and tasted and smelled wonderful and that somehow triggered another couple of hard spurts. Tanya giggled and wiggled, then hugged me.
“That,” she breathed into my left ear, “That is what having sex is really supposed to be.”
Nodding and kissing her neck, I replied, “Yes, it is, ma’am. Do you really have any idea how persuasive you can be? I suddenly can’t imagine not having you in my lap all the time.”
She snickered, “Maybe not all the time, okay? I really enjoyed it in the bedroom and the shower, too.”
Sitting back, Tanya regarded me for a moment, then said, “You’re wondering if I’m for real again, aren’t you? Whether this is all just a big pile of gratitude and self-delusion?” She shook her head. “It isn’t. I’ve had a great time with you and great sex with you. It’s hard to find those things together, and don’t ask me how I know that. We’ve done what we can for my mom, Ed. This is all about us now.”
I hitched my hips for comfort, which caused me to buck another small spurt within her, and said, “Well, it’s definitely hard to argue with your uhm… position, ma’am.”
She rolled her eyes at that and bounced a few times, then lifted herself off me and gazed down at my lap. With a sigh, she laughed, “It’s amazing how something so silly-looking can make me feel so good.”
I glanced down. Silly-looking? Mental shrug. That had to be a ‘point of view’ thing. It had always been there, so it didn’t seem silly to me.
When I looked up, Tanya was using her fingers to contain matters. I reached down to fish a paper towel hanky out of a pants pocket and handed it to her, then I asked Tea to give us the bathroom facilities. Although a gray field wall formed around Tanya and startled the hell out of her, she instantly recognized the purpose of the interior and yelled, “Thanks!” as if I was in another room.
I really liked that. No hysterics at an altogether new and literally overwhelming field trick. I felt like yelling back, “Yeah, you’ll do just fine, lady!” as I got up and stretched away the muscular aftermath of being pinned in my seat and thoroughly used by a gorgeous woman.
As I waited for a turn in the bathroom, I sipped coffee and called up a screen to check email. Four people had signed up for various of my format groups. I sent them invitations to the private groups with ‘thank you’ notes and looked through the other messages.
A guy from a Delphi forum was asking me to join the annual ‘Ride Across Florida‘ charity run. It was a personalized version of the same message I’d seen on the forum. As I had four times previously, I wrote back that I never ride in groups and deleted the message.
Three messages later, I received a reply to my ‘Ride‘ reply. It read, ‘Why not? Just this once for a good cause?’ and was signed ‘TT56’, someone I knew as Tina Troxer.
I poked up the forum, ran a quick keyword search and copied the first-message URL from the thread titled ‘Why I Don’t Ride in Groups‘, added the title itself, and sent my reply containing only those two lines.
As I’d been doing all that, Tanya had come to stand behind my right shoulder. I glanced back and said, “Hi, there,” and reached to poke the screen’s ‘off’ icon.
She reached to stop my hand and said, “No, go ahead. It’s interesting. Why don’t you ride in groups?”
Turning to kiss her, then putting up another screen, I recalled the URL and showed her the message string. She pinched the corner of the screen between her thumb and forefinger and took it with her to get a juice pack. I turned off my screen and entered the bathroom field to spiff up.
The reasons for my ‘no groups’ attitude is simple, really. People in herds of bikes are no different from people in herds on foot. They’ll try to set some road rules and agree on signals and they’ll move right out at first, keeping distances and such. Then they’ll start to creep up on each other or fall behind.
A stop will make a line of bikes contract and stretch like a Slinky spring toy. Some will slow down and others will hurry to catch up, then everyone will be way too close for a while. Someone will need gas or have to pee. Someone will have a mechanical problem or a flat. A dog or a deer in the road will stop the parade.
At stops, other bikes often pull up alongside you. Somehow they’re usually the noisiest ones. Sometimes they’ll come alongside while the group is moving, usually to try to say something through helmets and over engine and road noise. Moving or stopped, if a bike goes down, chances are good he or she will also take another bike or two down.
If you see something you’d really like to stop and investigate, leaving the line will make the others think you have a problem. Some will follow to see if you’re okay and the others will either wait or turn around. Unless what you’ve stopped for is truly spectacular, they’ll get pissed.
And above all, a wagon train only travels as fast as its slowest member. With bikes, that’s usually a nervous newbie who’s only half aware of anything but the thirty feet directly in front of his or her bike. So, no. No group rides for me.
I finished with the bathroom field and turned it off. Now back in her seat, gloriously naked Tanya snickered at her screen and said, “You really lay it out here, don’t you?”
“Guess so, ma’am. I didn’t get a bike to be part of anything. I got it to get the hell away from things. Fact is, I tend to spend most of my time alone even when there are other people around.”
She nodded. “I know what you mean. At first I thought there was something wrong with me when I realized I’d mostly stopped contacting people who weren’t part of what I was doing. Friends, family, everybody. Now I’m usually off in my own little world. I don’t have to try to split myself three ways on a weekend or go places I don’t care about just to have company or be someone else’s company.”
She sighed and added, “Except for Jessica. She really needs somebody right now.” When I said nothing, Tanya looked up and said, “I’ve heard it all before. She’s needy. She’s popping pills. She’s this or that. I don’t care. She’s alone, Ed. Really alone. And not by choice, like us.”
“We may as well cover something now, Tanya. I have zero sympathy for drunks and druggies. It isn’t blind moralizing. I’ve encountered a lot of them along the way. They all had one thing in common; the booze and drugs became more important than any
thing or anyone in their lives.”
“Jessica’s not like that.”
“Maybe not. Yet. If she doesn’t get clean, she will be.”
Tanya looked at me for a moment, then at the world around us and said softly, “This is so cool. All those people everywhere, yet here we are, lounging around nude.”
Uh, huh. Change of subject. Hint taken.
I said, “Well, you did take the day off, ma’am. Nothing to get all dressed up for, is there?”
She uncrossed her legs and I watched the play of muscles in her thighs. Tanya chuckled, “Certainly not you, right?”
“Nope. Definitely not me. You’re kinda magnificent naked.”
Grinning, she replied, “Glad you think so. What else were we going to do today?”
Studying her from head to toe, I was aware that my dick was beginning to point at her as I said, “Something about flying boards, I think.”
Tanya noticed, too. She chuckled, “Let me know if you need any help with that later.”
“Later?”
“Yes, later. We just finished and it isn’t ready to go again yet. Ed, have you wondered anything about my name?”
“Because it’s Russian, you mean?”
She nodded.
“Nope. I’ve seen the official story. Tanya is short for Tatyana. Marie met Robert Rauschenberg after she returned to the States in early 1974. You’re supposedly named after his friend Tatyana Grosman.”
Her left eyebrow arched. “The ‘official‘ story?”
“Oh, yeah. A US spook gave her baby a Russian name during the Cold War. Someone officially asked about that.”
She grinned. “Yeah, I guess they would.” Her expression went flat. “Hey, wait. You ‘saw’ the story? Where?”
I shrugged. “In one of the files when I checked you out.”
Tanya echoed flatly, “You checked me out.”
“Yup. I’m not in the habit of being tailed by pretty young women who fake computer problems to meet me.”
There was a silent pause, then she said, “Yeah, sorry. I don’t know why that bugged me. I guess I just don’t think of myself as a stalker.”
She poked the screen’s ‘off’ icon and stood up, then walked to the rear deck and stood watching the world for a time. I sipped coffee, eyeballed her from behind, and waited for whatever else she might say or do.
Tanya abruptly turned and strode toward me saying, “Let’s get back in the air. On the boards. Or go somewhere on this flitter. Anywhere but here.”
“That might even be a good idea. It’ll give Elgin and company something more to think about, anyway.”
“It will? How? Can they see us?”
“Not yet. How about a tour of the mountains?”
She grinned. “Sounds good to me. Which mountains?”
“You pick. East or west?”
“West. I’ve always wanted to see Aspen, Colorado.”
“Want to take a coat or anything?”
Apparently considering the matter, she shook her head. “If I need one, I’ll get it there. Mine wouldn’t be enough anyway.”
“Okay.”
As we lifted, I put up a screen with a map of the Aspen area. We studied it as a road map and then as a satellite view.
Well, only Tanya studied it, actually. I studied her as I stood behind her left shoulder. Tanya knew my interest wasn’t the map, she chuckled and reached back to grasp me.
Fondling me, she asked, “How much time do we have?”
Kissing her shoulder, I said, “As long as we want, and I’d hate to show up in Aspen like this. We should probably do something about it.”
Chuckling as she turned around and rested her forehead on my chest, Tanya snickered, “Yeah. Good idea.”
“Got a surprise for you, ma’am.”
She lifted her head, squeezed me, and asked, “Other than this, you mean?”
“That couldn’t have been a surprise. Watch.”
When a field bed appeared, her hand froze around my dick. I set my coffee on the deck, picked Tanya up, and carried her to the bed, then I got in bed with her and knelt between her legs. After some nibbling to stir us both up, I prepared to enter her, but Tanya rolled over on her hands and knees.
“I wasn’t kidding,” she said, “I liked it from behind.”
Letting my hands roam her hips and thighs, I nodded. “Yes, ma’am. As you say, milady.”
I slid into her somewhere over Tallahassee and we were probably above Jackson, Mississippi when Tea’s console came on and a woman spoke.
“Dragonfly, this is Carrington. Are you coming here?”
I linked to turn off the video as Tanya startled hard and turned her head to face me with a shocked expression. She then stared at the blank console and sighed her relief.
Putting a finger to my lips, I kept posting into her as I answered, “No, Carrington. We’re on our way to Colorado. Glad someone finally found a use for my call sign.”
“Is there some reason you aren’t using a screen, sir?”
Was there a trace of humor in her tone? It seemed so. Tanya tried to cover her mouth to stifle a burst of laughter and almost succeeded. Some of it got out around her hand.
I said, “Carrington, we’d really prefer not to use a screen at this time, if you wouldn’t mind.”
Tanya stifled another laugh, then froze in place and groaned softly. Her head descended to the bed and she took my gentle poundings almost limply as she faintly, but intensely murmured, “Mmmm,” with every stroke. She knotted our field-generated bed covers in her fists and hissed softly every time my dick rammed into her.
When she stiffened and took a deep breath, I barely had presence of mind to close the Carrington link just in time. Tanya let forth a long, low groan and sucked in another deep breath to hiss, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as I slammed into her.
It all got to me, too. My heels tingled, then I felt the familiar surge and came so hard it almost hurt. Tanya screamed softly and reached around to grab the backs of my legs and pull me into her. I felt her nails dig in a bit and they seemed to make me squirt a bit more.
When we managed to relax a bit, I let myself drop next to her on the bed. Tanya slowly straightened herself to lie flat, then rolled over on her back.
After another few moments, she said, “That was good.”
“Uh, huh. That it was.”
A few beats later, she asked, “You think she heard us?”
I answered, “Hard to say,” but only because it might be hard to tell Tanya what I thought, which was that the woman had probably seen a second of so of our activities before I cut the video.
Looking at me, Tanya said, “I’m glad there was no picture on the screen. If we can see them, they can see us, right?”
“That’s how it works, yeah. Two-way unless someone shuts down the video feed. Which I did.”
She nodded. “Good.”
“I just hope I did it in time.”
“What?”
“What I said, ma’am. I slammed the link shut, but I’m not sure whether she saw anything in that first second or so.”
“Oh, hell.”
“Yup. Want me to call back and ask her?”
Looking at me as if I were nuts, Tanya slapped my thigh and grinningly yelped, “NO, I don’t want you to call back and ask her, you idiot!”
Chuckling, I said, “Galatea, please don’t allow active video links for future calls. Let me decide whether to use them.”
Tea replied, “Yes, Ed.”
“Thanks, ma’am.” Turning to Tanya, I said, “All fixed,” but Tanya was now staring at the console.
“Uh…” she began, “Is Galatea watching us?”
“She monitors the health of anyone aboard.”
Tanya nodded, but that seemed to make her think.
“So she’d know something was going on, but not what was going on?”
I shrugged. “If she cared, she could probably guess from our vital signs.”
“But she doesn’t car
e?”
“No need to care. We weren’t hurting each other.” Then I pretended doubt and asked, “Were we? I mean… for a while there, it was hard to tell, y’know.”
Glancing down at her hand on my leg, she stated, “I could slap higher and pretend it was an accident.”
Putting my hand over hers, I said, “Understood, ma’am. Hint taken.”
With a smug little smile, she said, “Good.”
Chapter Nineteen
We snuggled for a while before my implant pinged with Angie’s chime. I answered with, “Yes, Fearless Leader?”
With saccharine cheeriness, she said, “Hello, Ed! For some reason my control officer reported that you refused a vid screen and hung up on her. Can you imagine that?”
“Actually, yes, I can. Was she pissed off or laughing?”
Angie chuckled, “She was trying to keep a straight face. For future reference; any unusual commo interruption requires a report. The computer decides what constitutes ‘unusual’. The operator only explains things.”
Rolling out of bed to retrieve my coffee and Tanya’s juice pack, I said, “Thanks, Angie, I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I’m sure you will. We haven’t had a game of pool since… was it August?”
“Sounds about right. Sorry, but you were busy making colonel and I didn’t want my presence to screw things up. Some of the honchos there still don’t like me much.”
“Well, you’re right about that, but see if you can make some time for us soon, okay?”
Climbing back into bed, I said, “Will do.”
“Okay. Bye, Ed.”
She dropped the link. Tanya sucked on her straw for a moment, then said, “She’s an old girlfriend, isn’t she?”
“Not all that old. Pushing forty is all.”
Snapping her fingers against my thigh, Tanya said, “I can slap a little higher.”
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