Drenched from head to toe, I couldn’t see through the rain. However, my forest ranger had a large brimmed hat on to keep some of the rain off her face. I obeyed her command as my resolve to make it down the monolith alive returned.
She looked straight into my eyes. I felt connected to my savior, both body and soul. I tightened my grip on her hands. Another loud clap of thunder knocked me right into her arms. I held on tightly to her strength, refusing to worry if I was cutting off her circulation.
“Let’s go!” she ordered. “I won’t abandon you. Trust me.” The confident command of her voice quieted my fears.
“I trust you…I…” A bolt of lightning struck a huge Sequoia in the distance. The spark started a fire. Her grip remained on my waist. I knew she was as good as her word.
“Hurry!” she shouted over the rain and thunder. “Careful, it’s slippery.” We made it down as quickly as possible. Her assurance helped extinguish my fears.
“Are you parked in the lot?” she asked.
“No, I don’t have a car.”
“In that case, hurry, follow me.” She took my hand in her firm grip and led me past the parking lot to a secluded alcove I later learned was the park ranger’s best kept secret. The location was a little under a half mile from Moro Rock, but we sprinted and made it there in record time. She was in great shape and hardly seemed any more winded than I was.
“We’ll be safe here until the storm passes,” she said as she walked into the cave and took my hand to guide me in after her. We had to duck to get in, but were able to stand under the rocks. Nature had provided the perfect protection from the storm and some higher power provided me with an incredible protector.
Lacey took a plastic tarp out of her backpack and blocked the doorway to keep out the rain. I stopped shaking and marveled at the man-made miracle that protected us from the bolts of lightning threatening to ignite anything in its path. I could just make out the faint smell of burning wood from the nearby Sequoia even though the rain poured down around us. A flashlight that doubled as a battery-powered lantern illuminated the cave in a seductive red-orange-yellow glow. It was cozy. Lacey adjusted her backpack so that it held the tarp in place. Flapping in the wind, the tarp created an irritating, spooky snapping sound, but at least it shielded us from the elements.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” I started.
“It’s my job.”
I touched her arm, and she patted my hand.
“I feel like such an idiot. I don’t know what possessed me to go up there in the first place. I’m such a wimp.” I looked down at my hands in my lap.
“You were very brave to face your fears head on. You should be proud that you made it that far.”
“But I didn’t make it to the top. I really wanted to, you know.”
“I know. But you’re not alone. Plenty of people wouldn’t have climbed that high.”
“You saved my life,” I said, and impulsively kissed her cheek. Realizing my mistake, I turned scarlet and started to turn away when her powerful arms grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer.
“I’m happy I found you.” Her voice was as smooth as her angelic skin. She had me in a trance. “I’d hate to think if I hadn’t come along when I did…what could have happened to you.” She shivered.
“It was meant to be,” I murmured. “I feel like this is exactly how we were destined to meet. It’s hard to explain, but I believe I’ve loved you in another life.” Did I think this was my last day on earth? How could I tell this virtual stranger what was on my mind so freely when I hadn’t even confessed such feelings to any other woman I had lusted after? Something was profoundly different with Lacey. I could just tell. Still, I had to comfort myself in the fact that I’d probably never see her again after this day, and why the hell not go for it? “Do you believe in love at first sight?”
“Yes,” she said, barely above a whisper. My confession had changed her expression to mush. The brave park ranger, the super hero who heroically saved us both, was a lovely woman, and totally human beneath it all. The magnetic connection between us fueled my feverish soul, and I melted.
She kissed my lips, tentatively at first, but when I responded, she allowed my tongue to explore freely. Before I knew it, we were making out at a frenzied pitch to the tune of an electrical storm. Droplets of water dripped onto my wet back from my sopping hair. My jean top as well as the white T-shirt underneath was soaked through to my skin and my erect nipples pushed through the double layers of material. She stopped kissing me long enough to study my face. When she diverted her attention to search once again in her bag, she pulled out a hand towel. I giggled.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing. I was just wondering what else you had in that bottomless carpetbag of tricks. You remind me of Mary Poppins. Is there a mini-fridge with beer in there too?”
She laughed and dried my face, kissing each spot as she went. Then she toweled my hair to sop up what the rain had left.” I love long, dark hair. May I?” she asked.
“Sure.” My skin tingled from her touch. She removed the ponytail holder from my mane and slowly worked her hands through the wet strands as she unraveled the knots. Nimble fingers laced through the tendrils, massaging my scalp and sending shivers down my spine. The storm raged outside as lightning bolts shot straight through my pelvis. Lacey braided my hair with skill. Her name was appropriate for what she was doing to my head. Never mind what she was doing to the rest of my body.
“Anyone ever tell you that you resemble J Lo?” she asked.
“No, you’re the first.” Was she farsighted?
“Well, you do. Only much prettier, and you have a cuter ass.”
For the sweet compliment and other pressing reasons, particularly what drew my attention to my crotch, I kissed her with a longing I didn’t know I possessed, and she returned my passion with equal fervor.
“Well, you remind me of that blonde actress from Jurassic Park, what was her name? Laura Dern?” I planted soft kisses all over her velvety smooth skin and ran my fingers through her hair.
“I do not!” she protested, but only for a second. The look of lust in her eyes when she gazed at my breasts made my clit ache.
“May I?” she asked again, this time indicating my shirt.
“Yes, please.”
I delighted in the caress of her hands as she removed my wet outer shirt, which landed in a heap on the floor. She then reached for my T-shirt and pulled it up and over my head. At once, my exposed nipples puckered from the cool breeze. I rarely wore a bra since my breasts were still firm enough to hold themselves up unassisted. Not that I ever minded human assistance, especially when it was in the form of one hot Lacey Anderson. Maybe she’d quit her day job and come to work for me as my human bra. I grinned.
When she took my taut nipple in her mouth and bit down softly, swirling her tongue around the pebbled mocha tip, the purr that escaped my lips spurred her on. She then sucked and licked my nipples, moving along my breasts, abdomen, and finally my thighs with her cool, wet tongue and sweet hot breath. The combination of wet and cold on my fevered, flushed skin made me shiver with delight. I was having my own internal electrical storm that surpassed the one outside. Synapses fired across every axon in every nerve of my body. It was delicious, and the rapture caused the blood to rush out of my head and pool in my throbbing clitoris. I was hard, and my need intense. How I got this turned on so quickly I hadn’t a clue, but who cared? I wanted her before I short-circuited, not just for now, but for always. Could my clit be clouding my brain? I didn’t even know this girl, and yet I was already planning the rest of my life with her.
“Sabrina,” she whispered before finding my mouth once again and sucking on my lower lip. When she unbuttoned and removed her shirt, I helped her remove her red lace bra, which along with the forest green work pants, reminded me of a Christmas present—she was wrapped like a treasured gift. Twin mounds of exquisite white flesh, ornamented with perfectly pin
k nipples, was my bonus for allowing the release of her breasts. I couldn’t resist diving right in, anxious to rip open the rest of her package.
“Ohhh, please,” she said.
Encouraged, I planted gentle kisses on her breasts while she moaned with pleasure. I undid her belt buckle, making my way clear to unzip her trousers. All the while, my lips never lost contact with some part of her body.
“One sec,” she said. I didn’t think I could manage to wait. She rummaged through her bag and produced a shock blanket from her emergency kit. The ground, once covered with the makeshift bed, looked inviting.
“Perfect,” I said, delighted. “You’re my hero.”
“I always come prepared.”
“Well then, Ranger, be prepared to come.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Oh yeah,” I whispered and abruptly ended our conversation to resume the task at hand.
Lacey barely contained herself as I slid the bottom of her uniform down around her ankles. When I spotted the red lace panties to match her bra, I creamed my pants. I lifted her off her feet, careful not to allow our heads to bang against the low ceiling. While kissing her deeply, I placed her on the blanket. She kicked off her shoes, and I grabbed at her socks, tickling her exposed toes. She giggled. I threw off the rest of my clothes and joined her on the hard floor that mimicked my state of arousal.
Both of us now naked, I was ravenous and couldn’t taste enough of her sweet skin. She smelled of earth and fire. I worked my way down and got lost in her soft, light curls, hoping never to leave the comfort of the triangle between her legs. If that was as far as I got, I would be content for the rest of my life, but when she parted her legs, I was further rewarded with her luscious wet folds. I stopped tasting her skin long enough to enjoy the view. Her clit was hard and prominent under its hood. I wasted no time releasing it from its protection, playing, teasing, and I knew damn well I was tormenting her without mercy. Her screams echoed above the storm. I was sure we were going to awaken all the creatures of the night that slept during the day.
“I’m going to come…so…soon,” she cried.
I welcomed her first orgasm, knowing it wouldn’t be her last.
When her hips rose into my face, I inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her copious juices. As she bucked and shuddered violently, I enjoyed her music. She was not as quiet and reserved as she appeared. I got caught up in her excitement and was nearing my own climax. When her last wave ceased and her screaming stopped, I kissed her lips and brushed her nose with mine. Lacey’s contented smile satisfied me, but I could tell she wasn’t done with me yet.
I knew I was in trouble when she pressed her palm on my chest and pushed me on my back. She had her wet cunt on my belly and held my arms above my head while she straddled my hips with her knees. My legs were pinned. Heck, I was trapped and loving every minute of it. Her thighs were stronger than rope, and I was her prisoner.
“Two can play at this game,” she said with a mischievous smile. I tried to get one hand free to tickle her and almost succeeded, but she was much stronger than I gave her credit for. I was powerless over her, and no amount of weight training was going to help me now.
I returned her evil grin with a convincing one of my own, but I knew I was completely at her command.
“I’m going to take you to new heights,” she said. “And you aren’t going to be afraid.”
Lost in my overwhelming desire and excitement, I couldn’t speak. Instead, I concentrated on her touch. Kissing every part of me except the one part that ached for the attention so desperately, she drove me wild. “Please, Lacey. You’re killing me here,” I begged, trying to get her mouth on my clit.
“Not yet. I’m going to make you want me so bad…”
“I already do,” I pleaded. “Please, you’re torturing me.”
“Good.”
I was learning she was a bit of a sadist. She shifted slightly, removing her thighs from around my middle. My belly missed the feel of her sweet, juicy center. Finally, she parted my folds and slipped her nimble fingers into my pussy, rhythmically stroking to the tip of my clit. I wanted to grab her and pull her mouth toward mine as a reward for such pleasure, but she held me tighter. She fucked me with one hand, while the other firmly held my wrists above my head. Her mouth explored mine, and the sheer torture of being her captive excited me further still.
Lacey stroked me hard until my lust ran all over her hand and spilled onto the blanket. Finished with my mouth and neck for the moment, she let go of my wrists and worked her way down my body with her talented tongue. Once she buried her face in my crotch, I lost all track of time and place as she drank up my juices. Her tongue probed my hole while my need continued to intensify like an out of control inferno. She licked so close—and yet so far—but not for long. Working her way up the shaft, she finally reached my clit and at last, she sucked on its head. I became delirious from the sensation and almost came, but she distracted me as she thrust her fingers repeatedly inside. Every muscle in my body constricted and released as she continued her ministrations. She removed her tongue from where I needed it most just as I was on the brink.
“Stop teasing…please.” I thrashed wildly.
She tasted my clit one last time, and my body convulsed, exploding in an orgasmic frenzy as she touched her own swollen center. I never came so hard in all my life. Lacey came again, and I muffled a cry as the last wave overtook me.
Blood began flowing back into my thighs that just moments before were held so tight it was amazing the muscle fibers didn’t rip. I let out my breath slowly and noticed the silence outside. The rain had stopped, and we could see the sun peeking through the tarp. I was as calm and peaceful as the sky after a storm. I loved the way her skin glistened in the sunlight. Tracing the moisture from her shoulder to her fingers, I took her hand in mine.
“Listen to the quiet outside,” she said, making no attempt to move. We clung to each other, and she caressed my cheek. I pulled her closer and kissed her ear.
After a while, she said, “Maybe we should get dressed.” Reluctantly, we got up.
When we were fully clothed in the dry pants and tops she had in that bottomless knapsack of hers, she had me completely awed again with how prepared she was for any situation.
She grabbed my hand and led me out of the cave. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” I asked, but she didn’t say a word until we were out of the clearing.
“We’re going to the summit,” she said and walked toward Moro Rock.
I hesitated slightly. “But—”
“But nothing. I’ll protect you,” she promised, and I believed her.
Climbing the rock, or more specifically, making it to the top of Moro Rock that first time was indescribable. Words could never do justice to the exhilaration and satisfaction I felt to have finally conquered my phobia. I trusted Lacey with my life and I was no longer afraid. I climbed to the top with confidence, my bravery fueled by the passion we’d just shared in the cave.
Lacey and I have climbed Moro Rock more than a dozen times in the twenty years we’ve been together, each time partaking in the magnificent, panoramic view, then commemorating the event with an earth-shattering kiss that shakes the entire Sequoia National Park and rocks my world. I never guessed I would meet the love of my life while climbing rocks.
Dogging
When two friends pay for voyeurism, things heat up and they get more than their money’s worth.
As hard as I tried to deny it, I had a huge crush on Leslie Ann Lewin since high school. Les had a knack for dating losers and I was never interested enough in other women to seriously look for eternal love. I tried like hell to ignore it, and fucked anything in a skirt. I didn’t do relationships. More than a few women snickered when I told them my name, Randi Cummings. I’m not bragging, but with my reputation, I had no trouble scoring with nearly any woman I set my sights on. The trouble was, there was only one woman I would ever consider renting a U-Haul
for and she was oblivious to my attraction. We’d fooled around some, in our teens, but Les didn’t want it to go further. Now the closest I came to kissing her was taking a bite out of her sandwich or sipping her beer.
We made a sport of going out after work in search of the one but more often than not managed to end up in her apartment, or mine. The constant state of my arousal at the mere thought of Les, without the release I craved, kept me drowning in self-pity. One night, I’d had more beers than usual but it did nothing to quench my thirst. I wanted more than friendship. I wanted to love, protect, honor, and cherish Les forever, only I couldn’t tell her. It’s not as if I didn’t try, in fact, I was going to tell her right then.
Waving my umpteenth beer wildly in front of her face to emphasize my point, I said, “Les, you have the worst track record ever for finding faithful women.” I brought the New Castle up to my lips and took a long, slow sip. Her gaze never left the dance floor. “Now take me, for instance…” I lost my train of thought.
Les didn’t pay the slightest bit of attention to me. When the jukebox started blasting “Cotton Eye Joe,” I had a sudden urge to dance. I grabbed her hand and practically threw her onto the dance floor. The feel of her breasts and the musk scent of her perfume made me dizzy. I shouted in her ear, “I forget how to do this damn dance.” When she lost her balance due to my gregarious dance steps, I was glad I caught her before her butt hit the floor.
“Randi, you’re drunk!” She pulled me off the dance floor with two hands, and led me to the door. “Let’s get out of here.”
“My drink.”
“You had more than enough. Let’s go.” She grasped my hand and led me out to the street. It was a few short blocks to the subway, but I didn’t trust my feet getting down those steps. Les more than supported me even with her tiny frame, and we managed. The cold night air sobered me up a bit, but I lost my balance a couple of times, and then twice more for no reason other than enjoying the full body contact.
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