Jenna and the Harley Man

Joseph Campbell (Joe)

I was early and it was a beautiful day as I casually drove down Vista ave. A cool breeze reminded me that fall was here and that I'd better enjoy my bike riding as much as possible before the snow started flying. There was some bright october weather ahead and I looked forward to a weekend trip into the mountains. Three more days of work and I was outta here.

It seemed natural then for me to grin back when I saw the driver of the car ahead of me smile, that was the kind of mood I was in. Sort of a laid back alright with the world kind of feeling.

The fact that she had been keeping her eye on me for the last quarter of a mile had something to do with my reation too, I had to admit and even from the distance I was behind her I could see she had very nice eyes and an air about her, sort of sassy, so it seemed natural to respond to her in a positive way. She had definitely caught my attention and when she turned the same direction I was heading for I became even more interested.
I was even more interested watching her turn into the parking lot of the building I was headed for.

I looked at my watch, "Damn, I'd started out early but somehow the time had flown by unnoticed. I wanted to pick up a birthday card for my nephew at the card shop at the other end of the building, so I was suddenly in a hurry, in too much of a hurry to say good moring to my traffic companion , maybe later ,it could happen who knows... I headed for the shop picked out a card for a six year old and asked the clerk if she would mail it for me handiing her a twenty. I'm usually not that free with my money but today I felt, well, sort of lucky I guess. She smiled and tried to give me change but waved her hand away and said "I'm late have a nice day." I was off down one flight of stairs to the tunnel. I sprinted the hundred feet or so and caught the elevator I usually walked up the five flights of stairs to the add agency where I was a graphic dsingner. But today, for some odd reason I took the elevator.

Somehow I wasn't surprised when the elevator stopped on the first floor and in stepped my traffic companion. Somehow I just knew I would meet her again.

Her discomfort I took to be natural, after all she had sort of flirted with me and now alone in the elevator the doors closing I couldn't blame her for being nervous. I found this side of her to be as attracting as the sassy image she had portrayed earlier. The fact that she complimented my bike had an endearing quality as well and made me
laugh. Soon we were talking like old friends. until..

Until, the elevator stopped at her floor and she got out. I hadn't even asked her name or where she worked or anything that would give me a chance to see her again. Her delivery package meant she didn't work in the building that ..well
what were the odds? That we would ever be in the same place at the ame time ever again.

"Enjoy" I heard her say and as she walked out. I did. I enjoyed one last look as she walked away, one last time to experience a sort of warm fuzzy feeling somewhere deep inside. Sure, there would be times I would remember this evente but it wouldn't be the same. not quite as sharp or poignant. Not the same.

I pushed her image from my mind as I hurried through my work day, but later that evening I thought of her again recalling her full figured natural body, her long soft brown hair and her green eyes self consious at first but brightening and looking straight at me as we had visited in the elevator.

The next morning I looked for her on the highway and in the parking lot but as I had thought what were the odds?

Another day, another dollar and then home again picking up my mail, the usual junk but then underneath....a letter

"To the owner of a dusty Harley" and my address. I knew of course who sent it. My traffic companion but how? what did I say in our converation that led her to my address? No matter, this was my second chance. I tore the envelope open and inside. "Do you give rides to strangers?" and an e-mail address.

At my computer I took a deep breath and letting it out chuckled as I composed my answer "Yes, meet me at the parking lot. I'm new in town you can tell me where to go from there."

Btw: My name is Joe, Joe campbell"
 
Joe Campbell

Joe slept peacefully that night. He had always thought that some things were meant to be and that no amount of planing or ploting changed that. Or worring for that matter. What will be, will be. Of course he also believed that fate could be nudged a little bit once in a while and if you trusted your instincts magic things with a little help could happen.

Thats what he was feeling about meeting his flirty traffic companion, Jenna Thomas so rather than contemplate the next days events he woke the next morning well rested and looking forward to a new day and a new adventure. He showered quick, brushed his teeth and ran a comb through his blonde hair. Pulling on a pair of Levis and his engineer boots, A tight tee shirt and his well worn leather jacket he hunted for his leather gloves and rummaged through his dresser drawer for a pair of shades and a red bandana.

He chuckled, when he found himself washing and waxing his Harley, something he hadn't done for a while. Was he trying to impress this woman? did her really need to? Somehow he knew that she would see through any pretense he might conjure up and he felt good about that because he didn't want to waste his time if he felt he had to impress her.

It was just... Well, he was just feeling good, it was a beautiful day for a ride and having someone to share it with made it even more inviting. As he approached the parking lot he wasn't even thinking about how she looked or what she would be like, preferring rather to save those thoughts and feelings for when he actually saw her again.

He watched as her car came into the parking lot and she got out and walked towards him, her gait and posture one of confidence and poise. His smile came easy and later his laughter at her comment about being the "resident flirt'.

He felt her acceptance of his firm handshake in an equal firmness of her own. He watched her eyes not needing to 'look her over', as some of his friends or colleagues might, wanting to take her in a little at a time as he got to know her better. He glanced at her cream colloured sweater not so much because of the way she filled it out but because he wondered if he had dressed properly for a trip into the mountains. It was autumn after all and may be a bit cooler than her had thought it would be. Unconsiously he shivered. "Thinking about the cold." he told himself.

When she suggested starting at a mom and pop
coffee shop he couldn't help but quip. "I hope it's not your mom and pop, I hadn't planned on meeting them just yet."

She laughed and he was relieved that she had caught the joke as they were both way beyond those days of first dates and having to deal with overprotective parents.

"Jump on." he said quickly as he turned and mounted his bike. He felt her move easily into the double saddle behind him and felt what he hadn't looked at before. Her strong supple thighs gripped the leather behind him and her arms enciriling his waist firmly grasped him. He felt the brief brush of her soft breasts against his back as she got settled and a whisp of her hair against his neck before she shook it back behind her.

"Ready when you are". she said and he kicked the starter down and reved up the engine. Her left arm came up and she pointed to the street leading to 'downtown'.

After a few minutes he knew she had either ridden before or was a damn fast learner as she found the bikes balance and became part of its motion. Her body relaxed and she paid more attention to her contact with the bike than with his body ahead of her, unindfull of the fact that occasionally her breasts pressed into his back, and her thighs moved against his ass.

He smiled as he caught her reflection in the rear view mirror, noticing how her face was showing her pleasure. In a few minutes they were parked in front of the coffee shop and Joe held the bike while Jenna dismounted, then joined her on the sidewalk. He pulled off his gloves and seeing a strand of long brown hair in front of her cheek reached up and flipped it back behind her ear. They took their sunglasses off and exchanged a look that could only mean. 'This was going to be a day to remember'.
 
Joe

He watched her as they talked her green eyes sparkling with life; sometimes open and sassy, sometimes impish and secretive, sometimes shy, reflective, but always sparkling with an intensity that made him realize he couldn't say no to this woman even when she outright propositioned him. For that matter, he'd have said yes to any request. If she'd asked him to drive her to the rim of St Helen, to the top of Pikes Peak. or desend into the bowls of the Grand Canyon, he would have given it his best shot.

As it was, this simple request became an invitation, an invitation to get to know her better, to spend the time he knew he needed to really enjoy her company, to explore the many facets of her personality that he had just now caught in the glimpse of her eyes, in her smile and in the way she projected herself so openly to him.

He felt a warmth creep into his loins and knew it was his body's reaction to the sugestion that they would be alone together sharing the intimacy of the night together, and the endless possibilities such a situation could offer.

But it was more than that, besides the arousal there was a comfortable, warm feeling, a feeling of moving toward an experience, new and exciting,
beyond the place he had been just a few short days ago when he had first met her.

"Jenna," He said softly, "I'd really like that. It would be a shame to try to cram so much of this beautiful weather and all there is for us to see in just one short day." He was carefull to speak so that he would not sound agressively respondant. So that he didn't spoil her spontanaity.

His eyes betrayed him however he could feel the excitement building there and he knew she could see it as well. He reached across the table to touch the back of her hand me, to assure her of his intentions. Even though he wasn't completely sure of them himslf he felt them to be mostly honorable at least in his own mind. He grinned when she placed her other hand on top of his and moved his other hand to cover it. Their eyes met as if they were making a pact, an agreement to enjoy what each of them had to offer and to find pleasure in this time they were planning together. That no matter what they wouldn't intentionally hurt or compromise each other in any way.

At the convenience store they shopped like they had done this together many times before, comparing prices and caloric content, not really being concerned about either. In no time they had the cart Joe was pushing plumb full and Jenna began to giggle realizing there was no way they could carry all those groceries on his bike. Reluctanly they replaced most of the choices and stuck to the basics.

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou." Joe said, as he put back two large mellons. Jenna picked them back up that impish look in her eyes.
"But Joe, they're so nice thy're round...and soft and...plump...her fingers circled around the unersides lifting and lowering them. Her eyes danced as she balanced them, one in each hand in front of her own "mellons".

Joe sucked in his breath and spontaneously quipped yes, my dear they certainly are, but do we need all four?

No more than we need these, Jenna shot back as she returned the mellons to the shelf and plucked a couple of Kiwis and a rather large cucumber from the basket.

Joe cleared his throat. "Lets get this show on the road."

And soon they were on the road, climbing up a switchback that had Joes heart in his throat. Being from Kansas he was used to flat terain and long straight roads. He was thrilled with this oportunity to share this experience with someone who rode behind him urging him with her legs to lean into a turn or pick up the pace.

"You want'a drive?" he said as they pulled over to check out the view of the town below shrouded in the hazy afternoon clouds.

"We're almost there." She said a hint of reluctance in her voice. Then knowing the rest of the way was fairly smooth and level, brightened.

"If you promise not to backseat drive ok?" Joe smiled and nodded realizing her experience was probably minimal but that she had guts enough to give it a try.

Behind her he moved his crotchn up tight to her firm bottm and wrapped his arms around her waist just below those mellons he had thought about in the store. As they moved down the rode now surounded by pine and balsam that lined the edge, they caught the scent of the musty highland forest. As Jenna pulled in a deep breathful, Joe felt her breasts swell and unconsiously he moved his palms to cup the soft curved undersides. His head came forward and he nuzzed her neck behind her ear.
 
"Hiya," she had said softly.

His glance darted to her lips. "Hi" He answered


And he was feeling like they'd just met. That this new experience was the begining of a momentous event.

Indeliby etched in his mind were the events of the last few days, the talk over coffee in the diner, the flirting in the grocery store. The passion laden ride up into the mountains.

In the back of his mind were the impressions of her body against him, her thighs around his, his arousal against her backside. His arms around her waist his hands cupping her breasts. Her woman smell when he nuzzled her neck. He rememered them all.

But, that hello, that look that passed between them had suddenly became the most vivid event. He watched her green eyes become misty as if her mind was leading her somewhere she hadn't been before. He felt it also in his mind, a need go somewhere new. He knew where to start.

He had kissed her. Not a soft hello kiss but a full throttle reved up kiss. Like he'd just given his emotions all the fuel they could handle. The sound of squeeling tires inside his head, the rush of sudden movement, the feeling of wind in his face, a rising upward in front of him. He was high on the thrill of raw power beneath him, from within him and around him.

And then the easy chattering, backing off as he came down. Down to a place where a just a spark remained.

He noticed for the first time the cabin as they approached it cabin, laden down with groceries.
he'd heard about these cabins, these second homes that smetimes were more spacious and luxurious than the first homes. The setting was spectacular to say the least Joe looked through the windows at the bounty of nature before him, the lake reflecting the clear blue sky, The enormity of all this beauty new and invigorating to him.

He heard Jenna clear her throat behind him.

"Ahem, are you going to help me with these groceries or what." She was bent over putting the groceriesint the frig, and he watched her for few moments enjoying the sight.

"I was just enjoying the view." he said absentmindedly. She shot him a glance over her shoulder and seeing his eyes fastened on her. quipped.

"Yeh and what did you see rolling hills or mysterious valleys."

"Both, I guess and I like what I see."

Jenna wiggled her ass at him and turned back to her task, muttering something about the duties of a Harley Mama.

Joe walked slowly over to her and gave her a soft pat on her butt. "

Before you do anymore exploring....it a mite chilly in here, maybe..."

"I know." Joe said giving her one more pat. "Start a fire."

He stepped out into the cool evening air and found the woodpile. Returning with a armfull of wood he crumpled up some newspaper and fashioned a teepee of kindling around it. Striking a match he soon had a roaring fire which he added a couple of logs to. He looked up, surprised to see her standing behind him holding two glasses of wine and smiling.

"I see you are a Boy Scout as well as a Harley man, Joe."

Joe smiled, he liked the way she said his name, She seemed to know that was what he prefered. "Yes, You know our motto... always be prepared."

"Prepared for this?" she retorted brightly leaning forward and giving him a quick kiss on his mouth.

"Careful! you'll spill the wine." Joe caught both her wrists as she started to loose her balance.

"I guess you were." Jenna sighed.

"Care to hear what the second motto is?" Joe said, his eyes sparkling.

"Why not?"

"To make the best better." he whispered as he took the two glasses from her and set them on the coffe table.

He pulled her into his arms and returned her kiss. This time, slow and lingering, soft, yet gently insistant.
 
Joe listened. With both ears he listened. He knew by the way she had pushed herself from him and was now standing wrapped up in her own emotions, that there was no easy fix, that anything he did or said to try to make it better for her would only complicate the situation. So he listened and waited.

"So Boy Scout, guess you weren't prepared for that, eh?" he heard her say.

"No, Jen." He said quietly I guess not." he wondered for a moment why he had called her 'Jen' Was she somehow different in respect to him now that she had spoken those most inner feelings, now that she had made herself vulnerable to him. He thought not. He had known when he met her that even in her most impish mood she wasn't putting him on, deceiving him. She was just having fun and he enjoyed her company just for that reason. That feeling about her hadn't changed. What changed was a new respect for her, a personal respect that made him feel a closeness he hadn't felt before a bond that made them more than Jenna and Joseph but Jen and Joe.

"Jen . He said again, softly and she looked up from the fire into his eyes. He reached over and cupped her chin raising her face to his. He felt her relax accepting his touch, his single word. As he held her chin in his hand he leaned towards her and kissed the tears away, first from one cheek and then the other. He felt her soften, her shoulders loosen and her arms move away from her body and circle his waist.

"Neither one of us came here for just sex he said his voice steady and controled. We're here to enjoy each others company, to share something of ourselves with each other." His eyes twinkled. "To have fun and if that means counting flowers on the wall"....

He chuckled when she looked up at him smiled and said "That don't bother me at all"

"Playing soltaire till dawn." he replied.

"With a deck of fifty one.'

"Smokin' cigarettes."

"I dont smoke." she said.

Neither do I."

"How 'bout watching Captain Kangaroo?'

"Before my time."

"How bout Johnny Carson?"

"him too"

Yhey were both grinning from ear to ear trying hard to not burst out laughing.
 
Joe shook his head as they moved into the silence of the night.

"This girl changes her mind more often than I change gears on my Harley in heavy traffic."

Not that he minded and he was glad when she had suggested a walk. He needed to clear his head and the cool night air would help. He took her hand and smiled remembering that first handshake and how she welcomed his firm grip and returned it with one of her own.

This time was different however as their hands had already met more than a few times and were comfortble with just the soft gently contact that they shared. They followed a leaf strewn path that led toward the cresent moon and the lake, The silver light reflecting on the soft ground showing them the way.

"Not much to tell." he said in answer to her question. "Big family, near a small small town. We were poor but we didn't kow it till later Always had plenty to eat raised most of our food couple of horses, cows, some sheep, chickens,
cats, dogs, pigs. We had our own zoo practically.

Great way to grow up, lots of love and cooperation, little sisters, to look after, watch out for, brothers to teach things to. Dad,
patient, smart... I didn't think so then... Do now. Mom, resourcefull, softspoken, loving. Their gone now and us kids spread out all over the world. Don't see them much but write often.

They came to a clearing and looked out over the lake.The blaze of silver ahead of them shone out on the placid surface of the water and looked like it could be walked upon just as they had walked on the path. "Hmmm." Joe thought aloud. "If we had a canoe.. Then he chuckled.

" Who's changing gears now he told himself maybe he did that and didn't even realize it mabye not so much in words but in actions, maybe he was pushing her too hard, asking for too much so soon. It was just his way he realized like he had to make certain things happen before he could be sure of his feeings. That the physical part of their togetherness would bring him to the place where he could decide what his feelings were. What was he trying to tell himself? That if he had sex with Jenna that would that bring his ture feeings to the surface. Or was that just an excuse to get in her pants. He never felt that a woman should be used just for his own needs that it was a sharing experience but he knew, at least forf him that after he had sex he was sure either the magic was there or it wasn't There had been a few magic times in his life. He chuckled again continuing to ponder. "Aanalysis wont get you anywhere Joe, Think about it too hard and the magic will go away, just let it happen.

"Whats so funny? Jenna said and what's this with the canoe? There is one here we could use but not tonight. It's too cold!" She shivered to add emphasis to her words. Joe chuckled again and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Of course it is... but... tomorrow...See that silver streak across the water the moon is making." Jenna nodded her head. "Well remember where it is tomorrow we'll follow the path it's making toinght and find out where it ends."Looks like somewhere near that island out there Jenna said reflectively. So it's follow the yellow brick road or somewhere over the rainbow, right?."

"Right." Joe said. "Maybe theres a pot of gold... Oh thats another story, huh. Anyway it would be a nice adventure." He turned and pulled her close for a moment as they traded the warmth of each others bodies and then both of them shivering dashed towards the cabin, the fire and the marshmallows.
 
Joe had reluctantly been keeping his distance, but it became easier as he had relaxed after the walk and began to realize how much fun Jenna was to be with now that he had his hormones under control. In fact he liked the idea of keeping on the edge, feeling a need to be closer but letting that feeling slide back to where he felt comfortable rather than horney.

That worked until he heard her say.

"I, uh, think I'll call it a night."And she raised her arms in that very erotic way.

Then the hormones took over as he felt that familiar urgency arise, that desire to do more than enjoy the view she offered but reach out and pull that damned sweater off her or at least bring his hands underneath it and feel what his mind was imagining..

"Damnit Joe he chided himself You do either one of those things and she'll slap you so hard you won't wake up till next week."

It may have been humorous to think of it that way but he was dead serious about not compromising his present relationship with Jenna by letting his cock think for him. So he did neither, regaining his composure like it was an everyday experience to be alone with a beautiful woman in front of a roaring fire with no place to go but to bed. His buddies would say.

" Do it Joe, make your play, the worst that could happen is she'd say no. Nothing ventured nothing gained, every one you pass up is one you won't get. worry about tomorrow when tomorrow comes."

He could think of a hundred reasons he should make his play. Problem was he wasn't a player, hell, he didn't even have a 'play'. Other than the fact that his hormones were screaming at him he would rather keep them in check enjoying what he had instead of looking for more.

If he did any playing, it would be on the side of that edge he didn't want to slip over. That place where they would both feel comfortable and not compromised.

So when he snuck up behind her and held her, it was not so much that he was looking for more as it was wanting to share a physical feeling that he could control and his remark about tucking her into bed was to give them the opportunity to make sleeping arrangements.

He saw that impish look come into her eyes again along with something he couldn’t define sort of a longing or yearning maybe. He dismissed the thought as soon as she spoke again.

“Since it was my idea to come up here to begin with I get first choice on the bedrooms.”

Joe pretended to pout. Without the Harley you’d barely be out of town by now. I’m the guest after all”.

They were making their way up the stairs to the loft as they spoke and as they stepped into what obviously was the master bed room she giggled. It had a king sized bed, a thick plush carpet, a big screen TV an a bookcase full of books. A huge triangular window faced the east overlooking a verdant meadow with the mountains in the distance. An open door to an adjacent bathroom revealed a spacious whirlpool bath tub.

“Guess this room is mine then.” She knew of course the guest room wouldn’t be near this luxurious.

“Guess so.” Joe grumbled but I’d sure like to wake up tomorrow in this room. “

"In your dreams.” Jenna retorted but when he saw that yearning look in her eye again. he wondering if she too would like him to be there.

“So, I get that little room we passed downstairs before we came up”

"Look Joe," her voice was serious now almost apologetic."I just think it’s best this way.”

Joe knew she might be ready to cave in. He also knew she would probably regret it and so would he, so he changed the subject. “ O.K. then sleep tight. It was a wonderful day, Jenna and I’m looking forward to tomorrow. You’re really nice to be with... It’s been a long time since.. I had this much fun with a ....well with anyone... I guess...” he half turned to go down the stairs stalling waiting for her response.

“ Hey, don’t I at least get a goodnight kiss, Harley Man.” she giggled feeling safe now that the bedroom decision had been made.

Sure thing. A special one for my Harley Mama.” He took her in his arms and held her until he felt her relax. When they both found that comfort zone, he backed off and looked at her to put in his mind this woman's image to fall asleep sleep with. He didn’t hide the desire in his eyes but he had it under control as he found her mouth and feeling her quiescence leaned into her giving her a kiss that he hoped she would smile about long after she fell asleep.

Down stairs he used the bathroom equipped with fresh towels and soap and shampoo. There was even a 'guest' toothbrush still in the wrapper and an assortment of after shave lotions and deodorants. He started feeling like a guest when he came out of the shower and got ready for bed. ‘Guest’ pjs, none in sight. He supposed they hadn’t planned on someone coming that quite unprepared. Not that it mattered he always slept in the nude anyway and there was a robe behind the door if he had to get decent suddenly. He heard Jennas footsteps upstairs and wondered what she was finding for sleep wear.

“Don’t even go there Joe or you’ll be sleepwalking tonight and it might be tough making those stairs in that condition.”
 
Joe felt strangely satisfied as he climbed into bed.. He felt a sense of power having overcome his desire to pull her into his arms and lead her to the bed upstairs. Now with the separation he could fall easily into sleep thinking pleasant thoughts of what tomorrow would bring.

The crash of lightning woke him as well but didn't alarm him. He smelled the ozone in the air and waited for the patter of rain he knew would follow or the rush of wind and further lightning, He remembered as a child with his brother upstairs in that big white house on the prairie, after a long hot dryspell waiting for the rain, wanting to hear the sound, see the lifegiving rain soak up the ground. feel th wind against thier faces.

They counted the time it took for the sound to follow the flash one housand, one thousand and one they counted each second seven eight nine. Then the booming sound. Nine miles away they would say in unison, the next one was twelve and then twenty and they knew the storm had passed even though the rain continued. They went out then naked into the rain to let it shower down on them to feel in wash against htheir faces their arms their legs their naked bodies. He grinned as he saw the next flash and heard the next boom six seconds later. Though the wind howled and the cabin literly shook he knew the worst had passed. He got out of bed and slipped out the back door naked into the night air.

Suddenly he realized he wasn't in Nebraska anymore and this was no summer shower but a bitter october storm in the mountains of Idaho. He shivered and few back inside slamming the door behind him. Another flash of lightning struck somewhere out by the lake but strong enough to light up the room.

from the corner of his eye he saw her. Jenna was huddled on the couch, motionless staring into the fire. Joe remembering his nakedness ducked back into the bedroom and found a robe hangng behind the door. He wrapped it around him and headed back into the frontroom. Jenna had turned hearing the sound of his entry and watched him come, a look in her eyes he couldn't decipher from a distance but when he came closer knew that the storm had frightened her.

"It's ok, Jenna he said quietly as he sat down by her and took her hand. "It will soon pass."

He didn't know of course this was his first mountain storm ,maybe they lasted for hours or...days, He didn't know, it was late enough in the season it could turn to snow even. None of that mattered for the time being however as they were safe inside the cabin, they had a fire food and water, and each other.

Another bolt of lightning struck and lit up the cabin Jenna raised her arms up to her face to cover her eyes from the bright light. Her shirt pulled up with her arms, uncovering her thighs, her soft rounded mound under her thin panties. Joes eyes followed the cloth up to where it strained against the firm round curve of her full breasts clinging to each upturned nipple. He sawllowed hard, feeling again that urge to touch her, feel the curves and valleys hidden beneath the shirt. Her arms reached out to him uncovering her eyes. He saw her fear and knew his hands, his arms had more important things to do than satisfy his need. He needed to comfort her, to hold her until the storm passed or however long she needed to be held. Her breath came out in one big rush followed by

"Oh god Joe, I was so scared." I thought it struck the house.

He wanted to tell her about the counting thing, to count the time between the light and sound but knew she didn't need that. She needed the security of his arms. H eheld her his face in her hair a low humming sound in her ear like a wordless lullaby to sooth, to take her mind away from the storm outside. As he crooned he felt her relax her one hand finding his and pulling it around her waist to lay in her lap with hers. He felt the warm firm flatness of her tummy beneath the soft shirt and snuggled up against her wanting no more than just to hold her. She stirred and he took his free hand and brushed a whisp of hair from her eyes much like he did that morning at the diner. He touched her cheek and when she looked up he asked "You O.K. now?"

"Much better." she murmured and he saw from the light of the fireplace that the fear no longer lingered in her eyes. Instead, a childlike innocence, a trusting look. He kissed her then and felt her complete acceptance of his mouth. The kiss ended for both of them in a sigh. An exhalation of breath that left them both comfortable and contented in spite of the storm.
"What storm?" Joe wondered as he realized the quietness outside. "Was this the end or just a lull." Again, it didn't matter.

"Wait here." he said and gently untangled her body from his. He tossed a couple more logs on the fire and went into the bedroom to strip the bed of pillows and blankets. Coming back he spread them out on the floor and after fluffing up the pillows stood and took both her hands.

"You're sleeping here tonight... with me." His voice was gentle but demanding. Her eyes grew big for a moment and softened as she rose up then lay down again, curled up in the blankets on the floor facing the fire. Joe slipped in behind her. He moved in tight against her backside and grinned his arms around her sought out those 'melons' they had joked about in the store. She didn't mind his posessive gesture somehow knowing his hands would still be there in the morning.

As the fire crackled and the storm subsided they fell asleep.
 
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"Still wanting to play with fire Jenna?” he asked, his voice seductively soft. He didn’t give her time to reply, however, as his mouth once again descended to hers in a hot, wet kiss.

"Who was he kidding? It was him who was playing with fire and now as their kiss deepened, as their tongues fed the fire that was growing in his body. As his cock throbed pressing hard anmd hot against her thigh, as he felt the stiff peaks of her nipples against his chest, as he felt the sweetnes of her mouth agains his, he knew. Much more of this and he wouldn't be able to stop. God, how he wanted her!

He had made up his mind the night before just before he went to sleep. That if this to happen it would be slow and sensuous. The first time would be one that he would remember for the rest of his life and he hoped it would be that way for her also.

No quickie in the dark, no urgent scramble for release, no, let's get each other off and then move on.

He didn't just want to fuck Jenna he wanted to make love with her. He wanted to take his time and enjoy each minute, hour whatever it took. And most of all he didn't want to do it in the dark, he wanted to see her as he made love to her. Watch her respond to his caresses, see his body against hers and hers against his. And he wanted her to see what he was feeling, what his body was doing as they came together.

He needed to cool this fire down, but how? how could he ease up without her feeling rejected? Her acquience told him that she was ready and that he was in charge, he knew that if he did it right, made the transition smooth, she would move with him that even though she may want him now as much as he wanted her right now, she would welcome a pleasant interlude, a time to let the fire subside a bit before adding more fuel.

Instead of ending the kiss he continued playing lightly with her lips. Circling them with his tongue pulling back far enough so that she had to straino touch him, extend her tongue to find his mouth. His mouth flirted with hers pressing hard and full and fast and then breaking away to the point where they were just connected, breathing hot and heaviy into each other, murmuring soft liquid sounds sounds that only magnified this lightest of contact. Until unable to stand the anticapation dove together again tongues darting, exploring chasing each other from mouth to mouth. His hands remained trapping hers though she tried halfheartedly to escape his hold. He knew where her hands would go if he released her and he wasn't ready for that, not just yet. He also knew where his hands would go if they were no longer holding her down. to that placed they had been aching to go all day. If they did he couldn't stop them from going further exploring more of her body.

He held her as the kiss finally ended. They were both breathless. Their bodies needed air more than they needed oral gratifcation. He moved to the side to give her room to breath, to breath himself. It was still dark. "God, was that sun ever comming up." The glow of the fireplace gave him enought light to see her profile her hair spilled out behind her on the pillow, her forehead her nose, and that wonderful mouth. Her chin and her throat. he could see her chest rising and falling her breasts, nipples high and awut against the shirt. His hand came up and traced a line where his eyes had gone as if to draw a picture that he would store in his memory. Just before his hand, fingers outstretched reached the curve of her breast he whispered.

"Jenna, I want you. I want to make love with you. but first I need to tell you something about myself."

Jenna held her breath, what could be so important now to tell her now when they were going to finally do what they had wanted to do all day. maybe even since they had first seen each other on the street that day last week. Wwhat could it be?"

Joe continued "This time is very important to me. Now that I've reached that point, that place where I know what I want. Where I'm so hot for you that come hell or high water I dont want to stop... I'm not so anxious any more.. I mean I still want you as much as before, but I'm ready to take my time enjoy every wonderful part of this experience, this journey we are about to take.'

He felt her relax, she knew it wasn't some life threatening situation he was going to hit her with he just wanted to talk about feelings. She smiled in the dark a wonderful soft feeling coming over her. The passion was still there, she was wet and swollen between her thighs, her nipples tingled and she wanted him. but this easy comfortable over took her as she took his hand and said softly.

"Yes ,Joe I understand we both need to take our time we're making memories here and I want them to be the best, just like you do."

Joe chuckled,"Bet no guy has said that to you before."

"No, Joe, no one has and I like it very much, Thank you."

Joe's hand continued its venture. His fingers slowly unbuttoning one botton at a time until her shirt fell away from her breasts. Joe could see them very well. The sun had come up.
 
Half way through the kiss Joe felt Jenna's hand moving slowly down his shoulder and across his throat. Then like a frisky colt her fingers danced across his chest stopping to graze playfully, her thumb and forefinger nipping and tugging at the curly hair, circling his little man nipples moving from one to the other as if deciding which one to attack first.

It was the left one and Joe shivered in pleasure as she plucked and twirled it. The other one got equal attention and then her hand moved on. Down to where his robe was loosly tied and still the kiss continued.

Both of her hands got involved now as Joe felt her push his robe from his shoulders. He shrugged out of it and pushed it out of his way. is hands were moving now too, wanting her to be as naked as he was. His fingers found the hem of her panties and rolled them down her thighs and over her knees, where she took over, raising one foot to hook her toes into the tangled cloth and drag it down to where she could slip it from her feet.

The kiss ended when they realized they now lay naked together and were wanting fill another need for closeness. Joe pulled her into his arms. "Mmmmm nice." He said.

"Very nice." Jenna replied and for a moment they lay together.

The sun had crested the hill in the distance and shining full into the big windows took the nights chill from the room. Joe closed his eyes for a moment only to feel Jenna move away from him and rise up on one elbow. The sunlight from behind her bounced playfully in her light brown hair and Joe raised his hand to run his fingers through its length as it lay in front of her shoulders.

Jenna captured his hand as she tossed her head and raised it to her lips. Lowering it back she lay it by his side. she took his other hand moving to to his other side. Joe knew that what she was saying by her actions was that she was in charge now. He sighed and lay his head back.

"Joe Campbell You ain't seen nothin' yet." she crooned and Joe knew exactly what she was talking about. he hadn't missed her hidden message before the last kiss when she had seductively sucked on his moist finger.

He had gotten a warm feeling then, different than the heat of passion he was feeling at the same time. He felt from her a desire to please him and he found that feeling coming back as her hand moved slowly stopping to circle the firm flatness of his stomach, retracing it's steps to his chest and the circuventing his torso to lay fluttering on his thigh just inches from his throbing erection.

The warm feeling came from somewhere deeper than his groin and he pondered its meaning.

He looked up into her eyes as she paused and seeing the answer there reached down and took her hand and placed it where they both wanted it to be.

The look in her eyes had told him just how much she wanted to please him and that she was accepting this part of his body totally and unconditionally.

The warm feeling wasn't about power or control but about pure unadulterated happiness. He knew she could see it in his eyes as she slowy encircled the thick shaft and stroked it gently. They both looked down to where her hand was moving slowly up and down and smiled together. A clear drop of glistening liquid emerged from the opening in the pulsing head above her hand, brought forth by her gentle massage. Another stroke and another bead pushed up behind it. Her hand left its place to reach for the two shinny drops that had pooled together. Her thumb and forefinger gently pulled the slick puddle away creating a sticky web between hand and shaft for a shimmering moment. Joe watched Jenna bring the moisture that clung to her fingertips to her lips, moaning his pleasure at watching this erotic scene take place. Taking her hand he gently moved it back to his shaft. Jenna grinned knowing that she had him completely under her control and slid down to put her head on his stomach.

Joe took in a deep breath as the warm feeling changed to one of heated passion. She had raised her head hiding from him view, the wonderfull sensation she was giving him as she quickly took him into her mouth.
 
Joe was speechless, not only because his heart was beating like a trip hammer and a feeling of giddiness swirled in his head, but because his whole body felt like it was teetering on the edge of high cliff. unwilling to jump and unable to fall. He nodded dumbly. and reached to pull her up and into his arms. Jenna snuggled up against him. until he finally tried to speak. “ I’ve never....I mean.... no ones ever...”

Jenna hushed him with a finger to his lips and murmured “Me neither, Joe.”

Joe cupped her chin with his hand and tipped her head up to look in her eyes. He saw what he was feeling reflected there and felt that warm comforting feeling return. It pleased him to know that what she had just shared with him was what she desired also., just as the journey he was about to take would bring him as much pleasure as he hoped it would bring to her.

He moved enough to pull himself over the top of her, his knees straddling her waist his erection looming above her .Her hand reached out to grasp it but he pulled it away “My turn.” he said simply as he lifted one leg and reached behind him to separate her thighs. Having created an opening he put one knee into it and then a gentle push made the opening big enough for him to kneel in between her legs. he leaned forward enough to brush her lips with his and then inch by inch moved his mouth lower and lower. His lips and tongue took turns tasting the tangy texture of her skin, her throat, between her breasts, circling down below the curved undersides, around each globe in turn, circling again across the smooth roundness to come to rest on first one nipple and then the other, to suckle pulling the flesh taut and releasing slowly purposely. Down again now in six inch bounds and wet sloppy kisses and languid tongue swipes, her navel pausing again to savor this delicate hollow, then down again to the dark nest of curly hair on her mound. Here he stopped to catch his breath breathing out the hot air he’d been holding in his lungs and breathing in the aroma of her sex.

He looked up at her to see if she was watching. He smiled when he saw she was, he didn’t want her to miss a thing. He scooted his body down again so that his head was directly over the juncture of her thighs. feeling the heat against his face he felt drawn towards the source. His hands, fingers splayed framed in his point of focus, one on each thigh, thumbs extended upwards tucked in the wet curly hair above. He looked up again to see that she was unable to see around his head. She had turned her face to the side and closed her eyes, waiting. He felt her body tremble in anticipation. Taking a deep breath he moved his hands downward his thumbs finding the juncture of two swollen ridges of flesh, moist and glistening He pushed them outward and a ruby nub of flesh peeked out from under a half circle hood. He lowered his head again this time to lightly touch the surface he had exposed. Like a butterfly his tongue darted along a path up one side and down the other around the fluted dark opening below, up to and around the ruby clit.As nectar welled up at the entrance he lapped at it bringing it up and around moving from side to side caressing the hollow of each thigh with tongue strokes, lightly touching at first and then increasing in pressure and frequency as he continued. He felt her shiver and arch against his face. tightening and releasing the muscles that circled just inside the fluted opening. Joe inhaled a quick breath and slowly let it out along with a moan of pleasure. At the same time he moved his mouth into her his tongue probing deep inside. He heard an echo of that moan from above. He felt a tremor go through Jenna’s body below him, and then go limp. He paused for a moment luxuriating in the silky texture, the moist heat, the tantalizing aroma. Reluctantly withdrawing from this special place he looked up to see Jenna one hand on each breast fingers pressed against each nipple her head thrown back her eyes closed. His cock throbbed between his legs, his body screamed out for release he started to move upwards to cover her to fill her. He looked one more time at that place where is cock would soon be and saw the little button red shinny with moisture hard throbbing and he knew what he wanted to do first.

She cried out. Oh God! Joe! NO... I mean YES. Her hands pushed him down as his mouth encircled her clit and he began to suck. pulling it in and out corralling it with his tongue intensely deliberately quick and hard. He legs encircled his head and her back arched.

“ Oh God.... Joe ......”
 
"Oh Joe.... JOE!"

Her primal scream and her twisting body, her hands in his hair holding him tight to her thrusting pelvis as she arched her back brought Joe to the realization that Jenna was caught up in the throes of a tumultuous climax. He raised his head pulling away from her fingers urgent grasp.
Raising to his knees and scooting forward he looked downward where his finger still inside pressed upward. The sensitive pad of his proding finger found a textured circular protrusion and he shivered as it responded to his touch. She screamed again. As suddenly as it had began her climax ended. He felt her body relax and looked up to see her mist filled eyes watching him, waiting.

His free hand moved underneath her and held her butt still. His other hand circled his shaft which bobbed expectantly against his navel forcing it downward to center on the fluted ruby entrance his finger had reluctantly just slid out of.

Her arms reached up to pull him downward. One thrust forward and he was deep inside her, emersed in her soft heated flesh. He found her soft mouth as well and joined her in a kiss equally as deep. Her thighs wrapped around him and they rolled to the side pulling away from the kiss to share with their eyes the pleasure they were feeling. Joe grinned seeing again that impish look and wondering what pleasures were in store for him.

He didn't have to wonder long for the roll contined until she was astride him.

"Yes!" He breathed out loud his aquiecense as she plunged dwnward pulling his shaft even deeper inside her as her liquid heat flowed downward surounding his thighs, his balls.

"Yes" He cried again as he arched upward against her, his hands finding her breasts kneading them with the same fervor he felt below.
 
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