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It was a most curious sight to see in the middle of nowhere, Jana decided, but always a pleasure to come upon. Granted, every state in the union had a few of them, but to see one just lying outstretched lazily in the sun so far from where she was accustomed to finding them was both intriguing and a little hilarious. Damn, she thought, are they really becoming that common or am I just not as able to be astonished by them as I grow older? The seclusion and solitude she had sought out when she made her annual pilgrimage to Desoto Canyon was to her what high-rolling trips to Vegas and high--volume hair-pulling trips to Disney World are for so many- a break from it all. While she had been many places and done many things to take her mind off the daily grind of single parenting and crappy upper management decisions, it ultimately fell to her annual indulgence of the quiet peace of the secluded cabin and awesome abundance of natural beauty that replenished her soul. To get away from it all, One had to escape more than the hometown pitfalls and humdrum. She had always come in May because of her vacation time being so regimented and dependent on people with more tenure and clout being able to pick and choose their allotment with impunity. She had ridden out a few of the older hands, medical maladies and retirement thinning the ranks of the older co-workers and firings and new hirings chopping up the tenure list enough for her to state with finality that she would take in the seasonal change in autumn. Any acre of Desoto in September is worthy of a postcard photo or Ansel Adams print and she at last had the opportunity to visit a heavenly spot of earth. Her was safely stowed with her parents and the house was secured as well as could be expected. The more pressing of her financial matters were resolved for the month. Her car ran beautifully all the way into northeast Alabama. She was completely at ease in the sturdy cabin. It was well furnished with all the necessities. There were pots and pans in the cupboard, a freshly made bed in the bedroom, hot water aplenty, and a huge tub to relax in and allow for quiet leisure and growth of soul. She had bought provisions along the way, stopping at a Food World in Gadsden for canned goods and a few bottles of merlot. Jana was set for seclusion and a peaceful respite. She had spent the first few days reading, inhaling fully the words of Jackie Collins and Hemingway, at first. But after a day of alternating looking blissfully out of the window in between text and sips of red, the walls closed in a bit and she decided to take in the views and sights and perhaps shoot a few frames of film. As luck would have it, her quest for life�s simple pleasures yielded the most basic and simple of them all. Desoto Falls was truly awe-inspiring. It sprang up suddenly from the forest, a towering cliff of falling white mist whose roar shrouded the valley below with scattered rainbows and foggy clouds of humidity that completely overwhelmed the senses of any who come to see its grandeur. The kaleidoscope of bright yellows, reds, oranges and greens surrounded the valley with autumn�s own swirl of psychedelic inspiration. The granite itself was alive, a hodgepodge of lichen and oddly hued mosses having taken up residence on the rock faces eternally made boggy by the omnipresent misting. The fauna had no fear of man here. The multitude of animals living around the park were not hunted and were in fact a bit tamed by decades of peanuts and half-bitten slices of tomato or lettuce haven been throw out to them by gawking tourists. There were a few tourists here and there. She noted a few hardy mountain bikers, hikers, naturalist stoners, stern game wardens, and the occasional van load of whose sour expressions led her to believe that all things being equal, the found the Gameboys in their laps much more stimulating than some dumb waterfall. Ah, youth. She spent a great deal of that second day sitting high on the cliff overlooking the falls below her, thinking about things in general and dwelling on nothing in particular. The only interruption to her natural coexistence with the park was one intrusion by her mother explaining that her was fine, the house was fine, everything was fine. It was an unnecessary call, really, but she understood her mother�s need for checking in and was tickled by her description of the tyke�s bumbling and fumbling with sounds and crawling. He would be running circles around the house in no time. Watching a pair of raccoons, one large and one small, dancing around a trash can in search of a morsel, she felt that sense of motherhood strongly. To raise a alone was always a challenge, but at the end of the day, seeing one�s offspring attain just a little step forward into life was its own attribute. She loved him so. All this and everything else was thrown carefree into the wind when she saw it. It was on her third day in the cabin, a dire sense of boredom having overrun the rustic qualities of seclusion and her need for exposure to the forests taking her on a much-needed hike off the beaten trail. It was a gloomy day, the lack of sun decimating the rainbows and casting a pale shadowy pallor over the valley. The sky�s pale grey pallor tempered the fiery bright colors of the valley, as if depressing the natural sense of soul in the flora with a pungent attitude of blase and melancholy lack of rapture. It was in this doleful mood that the entrance of a man�s bright exuberance changed her lack of human touch into a long forgotten sense of need and desire. "It" was a perfect man. Jana watched the human form from atop a hill, eyeing the stranger as he sat against a large oak, snapping an occasional picture with a long lense that he tossed casually aside as he leaned back against the tree to pick up an acoustic guitar and thumb a few notes. He played the notes low, the windless air denying the sound�s travels up the hill in any substantive way and begging her to cock her ear to receive its song. She did not go to him, instead crouching low in a stand of ripening huckleberries and spying as she would observe a skittish animal. He was dressed in a blue pullover of some kind, a Indian style print etched horizontally in faded black across it. He wore a well-worn wide brimmed hat of leathery fabric that shielded the eyes and brow but not the full lips and definitive chin denoting good breeding through countless generations. His casual ease of movement was apparent even sitting down; she could see he had a genteel and calm demeanor that was sexy in that he contained the self confidence to sit alone and unafraid. He wore well-fit jeans as well and a rugged pair of hiking boots. She lost track of time and space watching him, as if enthralled as her would be with a bright noisy toy seen for the first time through infant eyes. There was no sounds apparent to her except the gentle notes of C minor and A sharp occasionally fighting their way up the hill, as if each lick of a string no matter how inappropriate to the desired chord sent a determined soldier of lust floating on humid air up to find her. Nothing in the world mattered to her in that span of time. All thoughts of the world left behind her for so short a time failed to break her rapt attention in the stranger. A strange wave of compulsion began to take hold of her, a desire to ravish and pillage a source of virile presentation and to have him firmly clutch her lack of fulfillment left unchecked by so many dicey encounters with men who had just been there and not fully transported her needs into accomplishments. So complete was her attraction to a man whose voice she had never heard that she never heeded the approaching grunts of a large mammal sashaying up her trail. The odds of finding a bear in Alabama were small, but Jana and a large male bruin quickly introduced her to the perfectly unassuming man she coveted. It was a small black bear, shuffling its nose through the underbrush for a tasty sweet acorn or grub worm. It�s eyes were poor and it was as guilty of lack of attention to detail as she for not seeing him approach. The bear was quite used to pillaging the stand of huckleberry bushes along the ridge for a tasty treat without any fear of man. Her quiet crouching and spying immediately gave way to a scream of immense pitch and volume. The bear, used to people�s noises, moaned low and menacingly in return. It did not run away, sensing the panic of the woman and determined to have its way with the berries, human be damned. It stood up and its hind legs and gave its reply to her fear in the form of a low growl that only sent another bout of hysterics thundering down the hillside to the stranger�s ears. Jana never saw the man toss caution and the Washburn aside, pick up a limb and rock and charge the hill. Her eyes locked on the bruin. "Hey you sonofabitch! Git� tha� hell outta� here! Hey! Hey! Haaaaa bear! Git on outta� here! Now you bastard!" The wild approach of another human triggered a new level of flight or fight in the bear. It dropped to all fours, unsure whether to listen to reason and run like hell or call the people�s bluff and fight for its rightful share of the succulent berries. Its and Jana�s eyes locked on the angry face of the fast approaching man, his long lense camera swinging wildly side to side and his deep voice demanded to be heeded. Jana could scarcely believe the speed and power of the man�s approach, each long stride fighting to gain uphill ground and succeeding in closing the gap between himself and the threat rapidly. The bear flinched to its right, grunting loudly to challenge the attacker�s resolve. He kept coming, his ferocity and tenacious assault on the bear�s position emboldening Jana�s adrenaline to pump her full of a previously unknown sense of mettle she had never known. She stomped loudly on the ground and began shaking the shrubbery around her vigorously, taking her own stand against the threat. If a bear�s long face could ever personify the phrase, "Fuck this!" it was in this split second before it turned and dashed away, yelping like a puppy and thudding down the hill opposite from the tall man swinging a limb and demanding to be acknowledged. Jana stood transfixed and gaping at the chiseled face and wild eyes of the man as he ran past her without even pausing. He continued past her, following the bear�s path and continuing to yell obscenities at the fleeing animal. He ran for several hundred yards further down the valley, ultimately flailing the thick limb repeatedly against an elm tree that may or may not have been offended by his assault against its old trunk, depending on one�s beliefs in a tree�s thoughts. Still not convinced the threat was eradicated, he threw the rock and the limb high and hard into the last patch of foliage in which the bear had been visible. Her heart began pounding hard, the adrenaline finally making its presence known completely. The fresh blast of blood rushing into her mind and the glut of oxygen streaming into her veins from her deep breathing made her swoon and she fainted dead away, her last clear thought and vision being a strangers smile turning into concern as she greyed out. She awoke to the feeling of jostling, the roar of a motor beneath her, and a strap holding her firm against an upright body. Shaking her head and gasping aloud, she realized she had some type of strap around her, securing her to the trunk of a body the proximity to which filled her the deep aroma of a long-ago application of cologne tempered with the rich scent and masculinity and leather. Her head was resting on a man�s shoulder, her arms and legs loose and reaching around him. Her hands were palm down on his lap, inadvertently resting on a firm bulge shielded by blue jean fabric. She sat up abruptly, not completely sure where she was or what in the hell was occurring. She realized she was on a four-wheeler. "Hey!" He turned around and stopped the ride. She fidgeted a bit, not afraid but certainly more than curious about just how and why she was tied to him on a four-wheeler. Instantly, the strap released. "Are you alright?" She cautiously stepped off the four-wheeler, stumbling a few steps at first but composing herself quickly out of embarrassment. "I think." He looked her up and down. Gone was the wild look or rage that had bore into her psyche, replaced with concern and sincere glee. "You passed out. I thought you would come around quickly but when you didn�t I thought you might be anemic or diabetic or something. The ranger station is just a few klicks farther if you are hurt. My cell gets no bars out here." "No, I�m fine. I think anyway." The last thing she wanted was a trip to a hospital out in the sticks. God knew what her parents would think if they heard she was injured after a bear attack. "You sure?" "Yessir. Thanks for doing that back there. I thought that bear had me." "Naw, not really. Oscar is a big titty baby. He just needed a little persuasion." "You named him?" "Shoot no. He's from a zoo. They named him." He chuckled at her puzzlement. "If it had been Brenda Lou and her cub though, things may have been quite different." He grasped at his back, his grip outlining the silhouette of a holstered pistol beneath the pullover. "Things may have gotten intense and tragic." "Well, thanks anyway." The gun and his seemingly casual nature about the incidence intrigued her. He did not possess a deliberate country twang nor the boorish demeanor of the local redneck flavor. He spoke well, seeming to choose his words carefully and with a deliberate understanding of tact. "I�m Jana, sorry I didn�t stay awake to introduce myself." She felt the blushing come up fast to her cheeks. "Danny," he thrust out a tan hand adorned with a class ring of some kind. "Danny Comeaux." She shook his hand daintily, more interested in feeling his skin�s texture than making acquaintance. "Hello." His eyes danced to her. The grey air still filtered our a great deal of color from their surroundings but his eyes were clearly brown. He had a curiously tiny scar just forward of the hairline near his temple and to her hidden happiness, had all of his teeth in good order. It was his bright exuberance of character that once again captivated her. The memory of staring at him as he lounged content and plucking guitar strings returned to her and washed away any tinge of nervousness she initially felt coming to. There was an aura of manly protection and concern for her, not any deviant vibe that should she felt should upset her. She could not know whether for sure he was telling the truth or not but merely she felt safe and gracious. "I had no idea there were bears here." "A few years ago, you would have been right. The local sportsmen..." he spat the word "...take great pains to make sure anything they rarely see gets a quick piece of lead. They have been trying to reintroduce bears and wolves in a few places where they have disappeared." "You don�t hunt?" "Not bears." He laughed a bit. "They are a bitch to clean. Pardon my Cajun." "Well, that�s the first one I ever saw outside of a zoo and that is about as close to nature as I think I�m going to get this year I hope." "You definitely got a good look at him. I was waiting for him to get a picture." Oh, Jana thought. "Sorry to ruin the shot." "No sweat. He�ll be back." He glanced down at his watch. "If you wish, I�ll get you back to your cabin. I need to go back for my guitar. You�re sure you�re okay?" "Oh yeah, I�m fine. You said we are near the station?" "We�re closer to the cabins than the station, actually." He pointed toward the east. "Just across that tree line." "If it�s no trouble. I don�t mind hiking. It�s actually what I was doing when I saw your bear." "Naw, no trouble. It�s better to go ahead and take the ride. I�m not sure where Brenda is and with winter coming up and the cubs getting big, she may take to poking her nose in your way if she thought she smelled you alone." "She would eat me?!" "Well, they are used to people feeding them, either through trash cans or outright throwing sandwiches. They get a little pissed when they come up on a person that doesn�t chunk �em a piece of tuna fish. Plus you could stumble up on her and the and female bears don�t take kindly to strangers around their young." "Like people, I guess." He cranked up the ATV. "Occasionally." His face lit up. "You ever driven a four-wheeler?" "Once." "Here, have at it." He slid back on the seat. "Really? Cool!" She eased onto the vibrating bike and began running her eyes over the controls, eager to look as if she was in control. The ATV jumped and lurched at first, but she figured out the throttle quickly and roared through the woods, turning onto the trails he pointed from behind her. The trees and briar patches roared by, the wind on her face slapping tears from her eyes. He rode silently, obviously unsure of whether he could hold onto her and instead grasping the bar behind him and hanging on for dear life. It was a short ride, the first few empty cabins racing by in a flash. Slowing abruptly, the bike lurched and his grip became untenable, instinct taken over and a panicked passenger�s normal motion was to grab the driver. Feeling his broad arms around her midriff, she felt a odd tingle that she dismissed as just girlish notions of lust enhanced by the rumbling motor beneath her. She eased up to her cabin and slowly braked. Finding neutral, she coasted up and stopped at the door. "Damn that was fun!" "Glad you liked it." He slid forward on the seat as she got off. "I thought you couldn�t have these things in the park. You work here or something?" "Naw, but since that terrorist attack last week the park is empty and the rangers and me are tight. They know I�m not out grassing things up. You know this is the first time I can remember that the cabins are empty in September. You�re lucky there aren�t too many people here." "I come up here once a year usually. I love it." "Where are you from?" "Jackson, Mississippi. I work at a park in the city." "Sounds fun. I go through there occasionally on my way back home to visit. I live up in Gatlinburg." "I�ve heard it�s beautiful up there in the mountains." "Looks about like here, I guess. I�m gonna� head back down the ridge now." She felt the compulsion to block his path. "You staying around here? In a cabin?" "No ma�am. I have a camper I stay in when I�m on a shoot. I travel a lot with my job." "You�re a photographer?" "More of a writer, but Vanderbilt is sponsoring the bear project in conjunction with the Nashville Zoo and they hired me to come check the guys out." Don�t let him go, girl, she thought. "Would you like to have some dinner? I thought some friends I met here were going to come in to see me tonight but they canceled out. I�ve been bored." He looked unsure but accepted her offer. "That would be great. I have a camper full of food and I�m a great cook. Anything you want me to bring?" "Just whatever. I�ll whip up something." "Okay then, seven good?" He shrugged a bit. "Seven would be great." Jana�s heart fluttered a bit. "It�s a date." "It�s a date." He smiled earnestly. "See you in a bit..." The ATV roared and in an instant, Danny was just a dull noise echoing from the woods and a great notion of perfection left in her mind. It was four p.m. By six-thirty, she was in a rush to complete things. Dashing around the cabin�s tiny kitchen, she forced herself to calm down and finalize things. Normally a demure woman, she was filled with an enhanced sense of desire and expectation that flustered her unexpectedly. She had showered up and cursed herself for not packing something just a tad bit provocative than a pair of jeans and a blouse that she tied up across the belly and shaped to accentuate her breasts. Her hair was fixed well, curled and stacked up with a slight bit of curls dangling over each ear to frame her face. She applied make-up well and fixed her face up well, determined to make a much more enthusiastic second impression on Danny than her first had been. Her legs were shaved, including a light tidying up of the pubic area. No detail too small. Dinner on her end had ended up appearing in the form of a oven-baked tin of BBQ beef with buns for sandwiches, some pork-n-beans that she spiced up as best as she could and chopped up a few hotdogs into, and some macaroni and cheese that she �gourmeted� by melting a few slices of American cheese into it for texture. She set up the table with her last bottle of wine and managed to come up with a pair of candles left in the drawers in case of a power outage. Things were set up and ready 6:45. He arrived by truck at 6:50, carrying two bottles of wine in his fingers of one hand and two sealed tupperware bowls stacked in the other. "Wow! We are set on food for sure!" she mentally kicked herself for those being her firsts words of seduction to him. Real slick, she chided herself. "I hope so! I�m famished. I had to get things secured at the camper. We are going to get some rain in a bit." "Come in! Come in! Let me get those for you." She grabbed the wine bottles, noticing that he too had probably been unsure of just what dinner in a secluded cabin with a woman may or may not have led to. One of the wines was a champagne, the other a Red Zinfandel. She placed the sparkling wine in the refrigerator. "I grilled up a few shrimp and tossed up a quick batch of fettuccine alfredo. I was kind of caught flat-footed." He chuckled as he ducked a bit to clear the door. "I wasn�t prepared to impress a lady." He was dressed in a blue button down shirt and some Khaki Duckhead pants, topped with some Oxford shoes. He wore an odd necklace around his neck which piqued her interest. Dressed up, he was a stunning specimen. "That�s a neat necklace." He placed the bowls on the counter and unhooked it. "It was my mother�s. My dad got it for her in Greenland. It�s caribou bone." "Neat." It was unique. Cut from a leg bone, he explained, each segment was an identical cross section with the marrow treated somehow to prevent decay. It resembled a ring of brown eyes encircling the neck. The threads holding it together were imbedded somehow in the end piece, also a bone. The maker was obviously quite skilled. "Are you ready to eat or shall we have a glass of wine first?" Jana handed the heirloom back. "If it�s ready, let�s grab a bite." "Let�s." They served themselves, she only placing a few small portions on her plate as any self-conscious woman on a first date would and he obviously hungrier than mannerly stacking himself a decent sandwich and quite happy to get a decent meal. He had been trailing the bears away from his camper for a few days and only had a few Army rations to hold him over. The ATV scared the bears away too easily so he tried to leave it parked as much as possible and slept in a pup tent he carried with him along with a small pack of overnight supplies. They tossed a few shrimp on their plates and sat down. "So tell me about Jana." He popped a cork on a bottle of her red and poured up a few ounces into each of their glasses. "Well, what would you like to know?" "What do you feel like telling me? Tell me about your family?" He stabbed a few pork-n-beans. "Parents are still alive. I have a little whose staying with them while I�m up here on vacation." "You have a ! Wow! How old?" "Caleb? About eight months. He�s a mess. Into everything." "I gotta� little girl. Karina. My ex has her in Atlanta." "You�re divorced?" Why? she thought. You�re great so far. "Yeah, I got hit like Ross on �Friends.�" He smirked. "She decided she was gay and took up with a woman." "That�s so bad! Were you pissed?" He took a long draw of wine. "Of course I was...at first. But I figured if you are you are and there isn�t too much a person can do about it. We are still on good terms. Karina is still young but the one thing I�m dreading is in a few years when the questions start coming." "Must be strange." "Only because it happened to me." "Got a picture?" "Why of course!" He flipped out a wallet and dug out a portrait. "Awww, she�s adorable! I�ll show you mine later." "Sure." He put it away and began chomping away at the sandwich. "I don�t mean to pry, but why come way out here on vacation? It�s gorgeous and all but all things being equal I would rather hit a beach." "I like it out here. Mississippi�s flat and my father knows the head of the Alabama Park Service. He gets a break. I have an affinity for Desoto Falls." "Don�t blame you there." She finished her wine and he dropped some more in the glass. "These cabins are nice." "They�re cozy. My friends at work think I�m crazy to come out here alone. I�ve never felt danger though. At least until today." she laughed. "Coming up on a black bear will damn near make you piss yourself. The fact that it was Oscar didn�t mean too much to you I�ll bet." "I�m surprised I didn�t pee on myself. I looked up and there he was. He was big." "He�s grown a lot. They�re putting on weight for winter." "Thanks again for helping me out today." "Thanks for dinner. I was all settled into a MRE and some creek water for supper tonight." Grinning, he speared a shrimp. "Any excuse to go to the camper and sautee� some tiger prawns is a good one." "This alfredo is good." "I can make due in a kitchen. I told my mother when I was about 11 that I would be a bachelor forever. She told me I had better learn to cook then because women get tired of ravioli and Ramen noodles. I took her advice." "She sounds like a smart woman." Jana stirred a shrimp into the thick Parmesan sauce. "She taught you well." "She was a smart woman. She passed on a few years ago. Aneurysm." "I�m sorry." "Thank you. She left early for a reason I guess. It�s strange to see my Dad date and talk to him about women. He�s quite the playboy in his own mind." He chuckled at the thought. "I�ll bet." "So." "So." "No man in your life to come to the woods and share a cabin with?" There it was. Vocal tone sets the pace in any setting involving two strangers. The tiniest emphasis on �so� left no doubt in her mind that he was laying his cards on the table, right next to the macaroni. He was either sly enough to dance around the subject a bit or intuitive enough to suspect that she would not have invited him, a stranger, to her secluded cabin without a possible ulterior motive. "No, my ex decided a wasn�t in his immediate plans. I rarely see him and don�t especially care to." "Sounds like an idiot." "He is. He�s just young. I should have seen it in him earlier. But I love him for giving me my baby." "Understandably." The cabin shook a bit as a powerful blast of thunder rocked the hills. Distant flashes of blue fire flickered through the windows facing the west. "I hear ya� out there nature." "Is it supposed to be bad?" "Probably a little. There�s a little tropical storm coming up through Florida." "I had better call home. I talked to my parents right after you dropped me off but they didn�t say anything about a storm." "It shouldn�t affect them. It�s too far east." "Oh." She was finished with dinner. He cleaned up the remnants of the pork-n-beans with a meatless piece of bun and called it quits. "My oh my that was good, Mizz Jana." Thunder outside punctuated his statement. A slight breeze pushed a whistle under the closed door. "Thankee!" She rose from the chair and picked up the plates. He rose to help her and she forbade him from helping. "I�m not saving any of this stuff anyway. I�m going back home the day after tomorrow." A cool breeze began to persistently bring a chill to her backbone and she shivered. "I forget how much cooler it is up here." "Would you like me to get a fire going for you? I keep a bit of wood in my truck bed." Fire was just what she had in mind. "Do whatever." She looked over her shoulder at him. "A fire would be nice, actually." "I�ll be back." He left into the wind, the breeze swirling napkins and a pack of styrofoam cups around the den. She rapidly tidied up, tossing the leftovers in pots and pans into the fridge. They could wait. Looking at the bottle of sparkling wine, she smiled and pulled it out. Lightning and thunder persisted. He carried several logs into the cabin and laid them neatly next to the hearth. The wind outside slapped the door open again and she stood in the doorway, feeling the gulf breeze swirling from the south. He grabbed up a few more tinier logs and a hatchet and smiled at her as he passed her to begin his chore. A few whacks of the hatchet provided him with abundant kindling and within minutes they were lounging warmly on the couch, a cushion between them, with the red wine hurried replaced with bubbly by Jana, the tropical storm "Gabriel" boiling the skies outside and rattling the place occasionally. "To Oscar the bear, certainly the oddest go-between for two people ever." His accent had grown thicker as the red took hold, she noticed. It gave him a slight tinge of variety from the men she had normally dated. Louisiana guys are a breed unto themselves. "To new acquaintances, no matter what beast of nature brings them together." They raised glasses and toasted. The first glass went down immediately and the bottle passed between them. Easy girl, Jana cautioned herself. No sense ending up holding the bowl instead of him. She sipped the wine slowly. They spoke a long time about precious few things, each of them just passing time. He made no aggressive moves toward her for three glasses. At the end of the third, however, Jana took point. "I have a confession to make." "That being?" "I was watching you for a bit when the bear scared me." "Really? How novel." "You were picking your guitar and taking pictures and I couldn�t believe how strange it was for a guy to be just sitting there in the middle of nowhere. You looked completely at ease." "I was. I have no fear of nature. Even BrendaLou. Don�t git� me wrong. I�ll run like a scared bunny on crackrock if I eva� saw dat� big momma comin� a� me. But all things being even, I am as at home in a thicket as I am in an editor�s office in a three piece suit." "You�re a Tarzan, huh?" He laughed loudly. "Naw, Mizz Jana. I jess� a lil� ole� coonass from Thibodeaux. Dem� big ole bears don�t want no trouble and I sho� nuff� don�t need no trouble from dem�." He took another sip and stared long and hard at the pretty young woman so obviously into him. "Lead me not into temptation, I can find it myself." He sat the glass down and leaned into her. "Obviously" was the last word uttered for a great many moments. His lips pressed hers hard, moving themselves around her mouth as the thunder crashed outside in cadence to the popping of damp wood aflame in the hearth. Their hands, free of any glass of unnecessary bubbly, found an embrace a hundred times better than his quick grab of her waist on the ATV. They threw a slow build-up to excitement aside, growing their needs into frantic motion of skin rapidly. He took charge, pulling her legs beneath him as they lay on the couch. He leaned over her, ravishing her neck and cheeks and lips with his mouth and caressing her hair delicately. The bubbly went to her head as her heart began drumming the alcohol and hormonal necessity into her body. She swooned to his touch, closing her eyes and feeling a new era of craving him within her. She got a feel for his body. He was tall, she knew that already, but he carried a lean tight physique that his clothes had hidden well. She could not help but be further aroused by the first touch of his strong hands to her nipples that asserted themselves through her blouse. The feel of a man�s hands on her was almost foreign. It was as if their arousal had a cadence all its own and the new order barked by their shared zest for each other�s company ordered the two emotional warriors to progress toward the realization of their necessity. He worked his hands up her shirt, pushing them easily under her bra and cupping her breasts, his hands firm and pressing them upright as her nipples slid between his fingers. The fresh layer of touch to her sensitive nerves brought the first groan from her. To feel him so close to her and so forcefully taking her stimulation up a level without her consent only took her closer to calling him hers for the taking. He worked the nipples roughly, taking his time cues from her own hands feverishly unzipping his jeans and firmly squeezing the growing shaft through his cotton underwear. Their mouths never paused, eagerly finding every pore with lip and tongue and doing their best to outdo each other�s brightest hopes of arousal. Jana felt the blunt, pointed tingle of her clit, it�s effervescent jabs of tingly anticipation quickly drawing her glands within into the fray. Feeling him in her hand only opened the sexual faucet further, her labia growing slick with aspirations of feeling him grow within her. Staring deep and nearly coldly into her eyes, he read her gaze perfectly. "We should go to the bedroom." She nodded and smiled coyly. It was great he wanted the room to move about freely and completely. He rose first, a great bulge in the fabric of his Levi�s quite apparent, and helped her to her feet. In a surprise gesture, he scooped her up in his arms, kissing her effortlessly and carrying her through the thresh hold to the king size bed. Lying her down softly, he placed one final kiss upon her lips and told her to wait a second. He left and returned in seconds with the candles from the table. Flipping off the lights, the bright candles and bursts of lightning through the window provided a warm glow that they could easily see by. Jana lay on the bed, already slipping off her bra from beneath her blouse and tossing it aside. "I want to see you," He stood at the foot of the bed between a pair of wood pedestals that she had never considered phallic until he placed himself there. His shirt was partially unbuttoned, revealing a dark chest that the necklace complimented perfectly. He had a small tattoo just above the left nipple, a tiny parachute. "Take off your shirt....slowly." Her eyes never left his as she lifted the blouse over her head. Her breasts fell to their places, the nipples still taunt from his loving touched on the couch and her own need for his stern voice. "You have a great body." His fingers fell to the final few buttons of his Oxford, a sly grin overtaking his mouth as he looked her over. "Stroke your stomach...softly." She brushed her fingers lightly over her belly, tickling herself inadvertently and drawing goose pimples and giggles. "Now, bring your hands up to your nipples." She would have complied with anything having to do with the tingling pair of buttons jutting expectantly from her breasts. Licking a finger delicately, she brought it slowly to her left breast, circling the aureola slowly and savoring the ridges and textures surrounding the stiff nipple. His shirt hit the floor, only his jeans and the necklace separating her from taking in all of her new sexual mentor. The open window let in the sounds of hard falling rain and thunderous booms of nature�s fury. The lights flickered but did not falter as a hard breeze flittered the curtains toward them. "You want me, don�t you." His voice was thick, commanding her to follow him as if a disciple. "You are sooo understating the obvious." Her fingers, slick with her own saliva, now pinched her nipples as firmly as she allowed. Her clitoris was screaming for acknowledgment of its neglect. He popped open a button of his button-fly jeans, clearly enjoying toying with her and in now hurry to hasten anything. He, like the rain showers outside, would come and go as he pleased. He gripped her pants� legs. "Unbutton your fly." She complied, easing her hands from her protesting nipples to slowly and deliberately free herself from the fabric constraints. He pulled the pants from her deftly and with one easy pull. She had forsaken panties and her vulva and trimmed red hair was exposed. "Beautiful. You are a true wonder of these woods, Jana." He pulled off her socks and rubbed her feet gently, stroking the soles and instep with firm hands that soothed and teased the toes. Jana returned to her nipples, wanting to tell him to please, please, fuck her, but deferring to what was proving to be a winning combination of silent obedience on her side and masculine suggestion on his. "I love a woman who takes great care of herself down here." His strong hands began easing ever so slowly up her shins, kneading the skin and muscles of her legs. "And I looovvve a woman who has such incredible thighs." He was leaning into her, his lips finding her knees and playing catch-up to hands that were slowly making their way past her upper thighs. "But most of all, I love a woman who loves a man to have her." His mouth found her V, tickling it with a feathery tongue stroke of the fuzzy hair. He firmly grabbed her knees and eased her legs apart, exposing her lips to his kisses and smart darts of tongue. She cooed as his tongue explored all around her, occasionally flinching with exultation as he lingered his lips and mouth on her clit for a slow roll of the tongue. One hand held the lips open, at once giving him room to work and added a finger to the mix. Jana felt her breathing grew sharp, feeling her orgasmic expectations growing beyond her control and struggling not to let him have total dominance. It was futile; the final straw provided when he eased a thumb into her vagina itself and began sucking hard against an already overstimulated clitoris. She exploded, feverishly rubbing her nipples to enhance the shuddering convulsions of pleasure that shock the bed with energy. Unbeknown to her, his other hand had managed to unfasten the final few buttons of his jeans. They fell to the floor as he let her have her orgasm and eased himself onto the bed, drawing himself up her body and drawing a nipple into his mouth to keep her emotion level running white-hot. He had nature�s help in his pocket. As she craned her neck to view the thick penis easing its way north, the lights went out, leaving the light of two candles and the occasional burst of blue lightning to illuminate the room. The warm candle glow set a new ambience to the lovers� efforts. He cooled the forceful rhetoric, easing into a romantic murmur of directions into her ear as her nuzzled her neck and drew his body close to her. At his low-pitched suggestion, they slid back the covers and tucked themselves into each other. The thick quilts and sheets trapped their sizzling bodies together. "Feel my body. I want you to run your hands up and down my chest." She needed no prompting, totally into the moment and tremendously excited to finally have him, tall, strong and nude next to her. She rubbed down his chest, feeling his hair and kissing his nipples, trying to reciprocate for his lovely treatment of her own breasts, even if by her own hands. She held him close, wrapping her hands around broad shoulders and tight muscles criss-crossing his back. He continued to run his fingers up and down her torso, eager to sample her smooth skin and cupping a breast with firm sensation now and then. He groaned slightly as she eased a hand down his stomach to find what she had been missing most in her life without even knowing. He was completely erect, his prick rigid and firmly ready for whatever lay ahead. She teased it, instead stroking his balls softly, tumbling them between her fingers and drawing flinches of protest from the penis itself. "That�s so good, what you�re doing." She felt compelled to speak. His fingers were quite busy, one hand moving between both nipples and the other bringing<b> illicit </font></b>havoc on her clit and darting an occasional finger into the wet hole beneath. She began stroking him, running her damp hand up and down the shaft and paying deliberate attention to rubbing his hyper-sensitive head, creating a flinch of glee each time an especially touchy nerve was hit directly. He endured her strokes for only so long, finally throwing her over on her back and holding her arms above her head, denying her any input or ability to influence how he was going to have her. Holding her two dainty wrists in one hand, he pushed open her thighs and eased the thick rod into her, careful not to miss his entry. "Give it to me, Danny. I want you so incredibly bad right now." They peered directly into each other�s eyes, neither needing to see what came to their genitals naturally. "Here it comes, then." He gave her a mighty push, jamming himself deep into her at first, wanting Jana to feel his girth and getting a feel for her. He worked her hard, holding her hands firmly and holding a thigh close to him for an easy angle of attack. He felt every inch of her around him, her lack of sexual activity quite obvious to him through her tightness and quick gasps of delight. He alternated his strokes, jabbing her with short, quick strokes followed by taking it almost completely out of her and sliding it slowly back in and then maneuvering her thigh this way and that way to get a different degree of stimulation and penetration. She was getting what she wanted and she was overcome with rapture. His firm body complimented hers perfectly. Snuggled in the bedspread heavily soaked in fabric softener and the only light coming from the dancing candlelight, she felt the handsome stranger work her from within. He was not overly huge, but had a size that easily swelled her and touched all the correct places. She was soaking with her own juices, the dampness growing beneath their pelvises and wetting his sack. He decided she needed a deeper orgasm and quickly found a steady deep rhythm that deepened her voice with anticipation. "Oh, sweetie. Just like that!" Her voice began to rise. "Like that. LIKE THAT!" Her exclamations gave way to a sudden catch of her breath that released itself into a low deep moan that only carried him away further. He drove it in deeper, throwing a quick rub of her clit in for good measure. The release came fully into fruition and he eased off, letting her have her way and playing his actions by ear. Jana, for her part, just gasped and quivered inside. He pulled her close, easing himself out of her and rolling off of her and tucking them together in a sweaty embrace. He teased a nipple and whispered softly into her ear, his words muffled by the strong patter of rain clamoring outside. "That was quite nice for you, yes?" She looked at him perplexed. Nice was an incredible understatement. "That was a thousand miles past nice, Danny. That was fucking great." "You make it great. You feel incredible." He lightly stroked her, running soft fingertips along her side and rubbing her neck. "He responds well to you, I believe." "It�s been so long since I felt one with a man I was beginning to wonder if I could do it." she giggled as his wandering hands tickled a faltering nipple. "I think the whole riding a bike thing comes into play." He winked and slowly worked his shaft a bit, keeping it firm. "But then again, practice may be needed to make sure we stay in sync." "I think you are right." They separated, Jana throwing a leg over him. "It�s my turn to call the shots." He smiled, working his dick a bit more forcefully. "If you insist." She leaned down, taking him full in the mouth and sliding her lips down to the very base. Her hair fell in the way and she tossed it aside. Working her mouth back off of it, she chanced a glance up at his face; his eyes were closing in ecstatic expectation and a calm smile crossed his face as she worked her mouth on him. She sucked him hard, daring him to go soft while she was working on him. She could taste herself on him, the fruit of his labors and her own cravings. It was not her first time to suck a man after he had been inside her and she felt no repulsion. Her own lubrication has helped her attain the pleasure she had scarcely known she needed so badly, now it would bring him his. She grew forceful, pumping it with two hands and tossing her tongue around his head, determined to make him crawl up the wall with tingly jitters. She gave him quite a working over and then crawled forward. She wanted his seed in her. He helped her work forward, holding his own cock in his hands as she hovered over him. She was nubile, easily positioning her snatch over him and feeling him ease into her. Remembering her Kegel squeezes, she bounced herself on him, controlling fully the amount of cock in her and the depth with which she accepted him. He aroused her again, her unused glands happy to provide more than ample wetness for him. Feeling him deep and pressing against her g-spot, she kept pounding her hips down on him, pumping the rod for what it was worth. He grew fierce with his grunts, pulling her face to his and kissing her, their tongues trying to reach the same sexual intensity as their privates. She felt close again and decided to nip her own orgasm in the bud in deference to his. They were on the same wavelength, he rolled her over on her side, his penis never leaving her, and rose up. He pounded it in her, grasping her thigh and entering her from the side. The intensity increased for many minutes, sweat erupting from their pores. Danny felt his orgasm welling. He felt she wanted him to dominate and took the risk of slapping her hip smartly. She did not stop him and he popped her a few more times, all the while demanding her to take him fully. She gasped aloud repeatedly. For twenty more minutes, they fought back the eruption they knew would spend their sexual capital entirely. They alternated positions and attitudes, switching domination with each other and taking sexual initiatives as well as allowing the other to receive. They tried a few positions, easily changing up and keeping the playfulness they had started with. It was when she was beneath him with her feet thrown across his shoulders that their actions fulfilled each of their desires. With a groan of total jubilation, he withdrew himself suddenly, showering the first few dollops of semen on her crotch and reentering her to pump himself further, moaning as the hypersensitive head worked within her and spewing long days of seclusion and abstinence into Jana. His last flailing strokes finally brought about the desired results, she exploded inside, her muscles squeezing him more and bringing about sighs and moans of fulfillment all around. Holding himself up above her on shuddering arms, he gazed long into her eyes, sweat accumulating across his brow. "You were right, nice isn�t strong enough a word for that." "Like riding a bike." Then came the odd moment. Two strangers can often hit it off enough fully clothed to have a casual conversation and end up making mad love together, but they ultimately are strangers and strangers rarely feel completely comfortable naked, even after sex. They drew the quilts close, listening to ebbing thunder and kissing softly. Neither dared to make the walk to the restroom for the clean-up they knew had to come. Jana especially wanted to go, she needed to pee and most certainly had made no provisions in her travel plans for birth control. Kicking herself for not even mentioning a condom at least, she grew nervous enough to begin thinking scary thoughts of a second . It was Danny who came up with the obvious solution. "I seem to remember these cabins having a big-ass tub in them." "Yes. It�s one reason I come here. To sit and soak." "Would you like to sit and soak with me? The camper doesn�t have a nice big tub in it nor a beautiful woman whose back needs washing." "I think that may be the best idea I could come up with." They eased out of the bed, Jana suddenly quite conscious of his seed beginning to fall back from her and a dull throbbing pain in her vulva from the constant and intense strokes. She let him go ahead, watching his ass from behind, his limp penis hanging long and limp in front of him. He fired up a good hot bath, dousing the torrid waters with an abundance of bubble bath soap, and beckoned her to join him. She walked to him, nude and splendid, and sat down between his long legs. They had a nice long bath, each of them very clean and refreshed afterward. He left the tub first, drying off and casually tossing a towel around him. She found him with two glasses of wine in the living room. "Ahh, sweet mystery of life at last I�ve found thee!" She was dressed in a robe and graciously accepted the glass of red he offered her. "Danny, I want you to know that I don�t go around just fucking guys at random." He nodded toward her crotch a bit. "I can tell that. If I�da thought you were a slut, I woulda� called Oscar back." His accent was even. "You are a fun guy. It�s a shame you live so far." She inhaled a great belt of wine, eager to drown out the cotton mouth from the earlier drinking. The rain had subsided a bit. "I agree. I won�t say I�ll see you again. I travel so much and so far, I never really know when and where I�ll be the next week. I would like to keep up though. I mean, it�s not my policy to make out and get out." "That�s good!" She smiled. "I would like to catch up to you again." "Maybe I can lay out beneath a tree nude next time, so when you watch me pickin� and grinnin� the next time," Danny winked. "We can skip the whole damsel in distress part." "You knew?" "Of course, I knew." "How?" He pulled her close, uttering a faint whisper in her ear that once again made her knees quiver slightly with anticipation over what the rest of the night may bring. "A little bear told me." In vino veritas |
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