The Big Payoff

[the_bean]

OOC: Open, no limit on characters.

She just couldn't help herself. There was no way in hell that she could have turned down that large of an amount of money. Especially not for something like this. When David had told her about this job, she'd nearly come unglued. Not only was she going to be spending time with one of their wealthiest clients . . . in his family chateau . . . in the mountains . . . but she was going to get paid $2,000,000 for only three days! Sure the protection he would need was extensive, but with the security system wired into that house, nobody without security clearance would be able to get within a half a mile of the perimeter without her being alerted. It was all just too easy. Already she could imagine days of relaxation, hanging out by the large pool, biking the three mile trail that lead from the house to Mr. Markum's private valley lake and back . . . This was going to be an exercise in paradise.

"...Val, are you listening to me?"

"Huh?" Valerie McKennon was jolted out of her reveries by the sound of David's voice. "Yes, I'm listening to you. I heard every word you said."

Daydreaming again, David thought to himself with a faint smile. It was a wonder that girl was still alive the way she so easily slipped away from reality. Despite her slight attention problem, she was one of his best and he'd never had any problems with her doing her job. In fact, she was one of the most effective, and the least messy, person on his team. He grinned as he posed his question, knowing full well that she would repeat his words almost to a tee. "Then what did I say?"

"You said that Mr. Markum is waiting for me, that you told him I would be arriving at 8:00 pm sharp, and that I will be staying in the pool - slash - guest house so that we don't make our gracious host feel impeded upon, and that I am to contact you as soon as I am settled so that we can go over more detailed directives. Is that about right?" Val sighed dramatically.

"Perfection," David responded. "Don't forget about the time change. You may as well go ahead and set your -"

"Watch back?" Val cut him off. "I did that before I left."

"Good girl," David said. "I've got to go get some more things ready, call me back when you get there."

"Aye, aye, Captain."

Val turned her cell phone off and tucked it inside the black bag in the passenger seat. It was only 3:30....she had four and a half hours of driving time left. David had offered her a lift in the helicopter knowing full well she would refuse. These cross-country trips were her only real chance to have some 'Val time'. She liked taking backroads, exploring untamed America, if you will, and in her many journies had discovered some wonderful (and not-so-wonderful) places. She hoped she'd find something on the way to Markum's that she could stop and visit on her way back to New York.

Hours passed uneventfully, as did the mile markers on the random highways, the small towns and the pastures and fields that surrounded them. Val switched on the radio, but through her constant flipping found only gospel preaching and country stations. She glanced at the clock on the dash, switching the radio off again. 5:47. Just a few more hours and she'd - BOOM!

Val let out a startled scream as the wheel jerked in her hand. Had she been on one of the Interstates, this wouldn't have been a problem, but on this shoulderless black top, the blown out tire caught the slightly lifted edge of the asphalt and pulled her down into the ditch. Thankfully, the embankment was not steep in the slightest. She managed to pull the nose of the car up before she drove right into Farmer John's fence. Thirty yards later, the car was at a halt on the non-existant shoulder, and Val was digging in the trunk for the spare tire. Much to her dismay, she found nothing.

"Fuck! I thought he said everything was good to go!" Val kicked the blown out tire and seized her cell phone through the passenger side window. No signal out here, now isn't that just wonderful. She growled angrily at herself and tossed the phone back into the car. Now what? she asked herself. There was nothing in either direction. No towns that she'd passed in the last half hour and no road signs suggesting another one was coming up any time soon.

Val got back into the car, rolled up the windows. She pulled her long brown hair into a ponytail and grabbed her bag before getting back out and locking up. She didn't bother getting her luggage out of the trunk . . . she'd come back for that after she found someone with a tow truck. (Good luck with that, she muttered to herself.) She looked down at her outfit, black tailored suit, high heels . . . she glanced back at her car, starting to turn to get her sneakers out of the trunk when she realized she'd locked her keys in the ignition.

Val let out a scream of frustration and kicked the car again. Oh well, looking like an out of place city girl might help her out here. Maybe. With a sigh, she started down the road in hopes that she would come across someone soon.

 

[marriedpervs]

Mind if I join you?

Hi, my name is Dee and I am the writer from the Marriedpervs here on Literotica.
I am aged 40, still somewhat cute, and I enjoy writing erotica a great deal. I would like to join you in writing this story if you are ok with that.
Please advise.
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......stumbling a little as she cursed the locked car, she made her way back up to the roadside, where she took a seat on a large boulder.

"Shit. This was a right mess!"

She looked left. Nothing but the white line divinding a mile of straight tar. She looked right. A curve in the road. Left it was.....

Shall I continue?

Love, DEE

 

[the_bean]

OOC: Hi, Dee. I don't mind if you play, but you can't write for my character. You have to come up with a character of your own.

 

[Kuldaboli]

Joel "Mac" Macron

“..... It is estimated that the rain will continue to beat down on the mountain range with no end in sight. Weather stations from all over the peninsula have picked up a class 3 thunderstorm heading the peninsula’s way with wind speeds of up to 40 knots. Residents are advised to stay indoors and secure all loose objects outside their homes thoroughly so not to risk damage or serious injury. This has been a KSJN 104.8 storm warning. We will keep you updated with any new developments as they arrive…..”

Joel Macron switched off the radio in his Ford F-150 pickup truck with a low whistle of amazement. This was not looking good. The rain had been coming down with a vengeance for the last 40 minutes, and according to what he just heard, it wasn’t stopping any time soon. And to top it all off, a thunderstorm was heading this way.

He was headed home after the foreman at the logging site had sent everybody home after receiving the storm warning from the base on the plains. Joel, or Mac as people called him, had finished the tree he had been working on before packing it up. They weren’t allowed to use the saws in the rain, so he had picked up his axe and finished the tree by hand. He was one of the few lumber jacks in this county who could, would and actually liked using the old fashioned way. There was just something about using your own strength to take down a tree of that size. It wasn’t a power trip or anything, it was the way he felt more connected with the tree. He felt he was showing it more respect, doing it by hand, rather then have a saw gnaw its way through it. Sure, it saved time, but it took away the feeling of closeness. His friends thought he was nuts when he got started talking about it.

The windshield wipers were on overload and were just barely keeping up with the pouring rain that pounded on the windshield. He hoped to God that no one was out in this weather. Then he saw something on the side of the road further down. It seemed to be a person!!! Walking, or rather staggering, along the shoulderless road!!!

“What the hell…” Mac whispered in awe as the headlights of his truck illuminated the figure on the road. It looked like a woman in a business suit!!! And, if he wasn’t mistaken, she was wearing what looked like high heals!!! She seemed to be hugging herself as if trying to keep warm. To call her clothes soaked would be a drastic understatement!

Mac turned the heater to maximum and started slowing down. There was no way in hell he was going to let anybody get caught outside, alone and unprotected, in the impending storm. As the truck approached the staggering woman, Mac reached into the back to get the emergency fleece blanket that he kept there in case of emergencies. The car came to a stop just beside her and Mac threw open the passenger side door.

“Get in!!!” He yelled to the woman, to be overheard by the pouring rain.

 

[the_bean]

Val didn't even know how long she'd been walking, or how long ago the rain had started. Once it had become a downpour, she'd given up on caring. This was just the way her luck ran sometimes. For awhile she'd tried to keep her leather bag dry by sticking it inside her jacket and cradling it as if it were her child, but after awhile even that was pointless. A couple of times she had stopped beneath a tree that lined the road to get out of the incessant rain if only for a moment. The temperature had dropped at least fifteen degrees in the last hour, the rain was cold, but even colder was the biting wind that was bringing an obvious storm in from the mountains. She could see the peaks of the first mountains in the range miles and miles away, and already past them the dark storm clouds had crept. Heading straight for me, Val thought with a frown.

She'd still not come across any signs hinting at any nearby towns, or a gas station, even. She had passed a couple of barns on the way, but was scared to get off of the road and chance missing a passing vehicle. She'd all but given up on everything when she heard the distinctive sound of a car, though it was almost drowned out by a sudden clap of thunder. She turned just in time to see the truck stop and the driver lean across the cab to open the passenger door.

Another loud clap of thunder nearly drowned out his voice, but she didn't need to hear him to know what he was offering. Val climbed into the truck immediately and slammed the door shut. She was shivering almost uncontrollably by this time. Her makeup had run, the mascara ringing her eyes black and streaking her face. Even her hair had somehow managed to come partially out of her ponytail and stick to her skin in long whisps that seemed to wrap her face and neck. She'd tried pulling into a new ponytail several times, but the wind had been relentlessly messing it up everytime she fixed it.

"Oh my God!! Thank you for stopping! I was starting think I was going to die out here!" Val attempted a smile at the man. Her teeth chattered and she rubbed her hands together, moving herself up toward the dash to hunch over the heat blasting from the vents. She pushed her bag on the floor and with a few wriggles and twists, pulled her soaked suit-coat off. Beneath she was wearing no more than a flesh colored camisole, which stuck to her torso in its current state, almost giving the impression that she was wearing no top at all. The lace sewn across the top and bottom of it gave away the fact that she was not, in fact, naked.

 

[Kuldaboli]

Joel "Mac" Macron

His father would have said that the poor woman looked like a ‘drowned rat’ when she got in the car. Mac couldn’t be sure, but he could well imagine that there wasn’t a dry spot to be found on the poor woman’s body. She was soaked! Her makeup was smeared from the rain and her drenched hair had probably once been tied into a tight ponytail. She was a mess!

“No problem ma’am.” Mac answered her thanks warmly as he reached into the back again to get the wool blanket his grandma had made for him when he was 10. Nothing warmed up cold feet faster then that blanket. When he straightened himself, he really got an eyeful! For a split second it looked like the woman was topless. Then his eyes registered the lace on her ‘top’. He averted his eyes in a flash. His mind instantly filled with the image of the woman’s full, luscious breasts and her rock hard nipples. He had been raised to always be respectful to women and he prided himself of being just that. But he was still male. And those had been very lovely breasts!

“Uhm… Here…” He had unfolded the fleece blanket and helped her wrap it around herself in a way to could best keep her warm, all the time trying to keep his eyes on something… anything else!

“This is for your feet.” He unfolded the wool blanket. “Nothing warms up cold feet faster then this little thing.” He said with a slight smile. He leant down and helped her to take her shoes off and wrapped the blanket around her feet.

When she was as wrapped up as she could be, Mac asked her if she was all right. He still couldn’t get the image of the woman’s firm, beautiful breasts out of his head. He looked at her for a moment. She was still shivering and her teeth were chattering. How long had she been out there?

“I’m sorry, I never introduced myself.” He said a bit flustered. “I’m Joel, Joel Macron. People around here call me Mac.” He smiled at her warmly before he started driving down the road again. “What were you doing out there in this weather?”

 

[the_bean]

"Thanks." Val accepted Mac's aide in wrapping the blankets around her body and feet as graciously as she could in her current state. She felt bad for looking such a mess but not much could be done about that. She continued to shiver, though slightly less, as the blankets held in some of her body heat and began to gradually warm her back up.

“What were you doing out there in this weather?”

Val sat back in the seat, holding the blankets tightly around herself. "My car broke down, blew a tire. I thought I had spare . . . but no. I was driving through . . . on business and -wham!-. Scared the hell out of me!" She laughed softly, able to show some humor now that she was out of the rain. "My name is Valerie, by the way. Valerie McKennon, but everybody just calls me Val."

She took a moment to let her gaze rest on Mac's face, to familiarize herself with his features - mostly with his eyes. You could tell a lot about someone by looking into their eyes, and Val was pretty good at reading people, which is what made her so good at her job. Mac seemed like a good guy. "If you could just take me to the nearest service station so I could use a pay phone, I've got to call my boss. My damned cell phone doesn't work out here."

That thought brought a new uprising of irritation. David was going to give her an earfull when she told him what happened. Then he was going to be pissed because he'd have to find someone on short notice to fill in for her and then chopper them to the client's estate and . . . oh what a mess. Still, Val tried to keep somewhat upbeat. Getting down on herself wasn't going to help matters any.

 

[Kuldaboli]

Joel "Mac" Macron

"If you could just take me to the nearest service station so I could use a pay phone, I've got to call my boss. My damned cell phone doesn't work out here."

Mac chuckled slightly. “The mountains block most of the cellular masts. This is sort of a ‘gray area’. There are places around here where you can pick up a small signal but those places are small and far between.” He looked over at Val. She seemed to be warming up a bit. He really didn’t want her to catch a cold or pneumonia. That would be bad on so many levels.

Returning his eyes to the road he spoke again. “Earl’s station is the closest one. We should be there in a few minutes. He’s got a tow truck and a garage where I’m sure he can have your tire fixed in no time.” He smiled warmly at Val. She seemed nice and genuine. ‘A real trooper’ his father would have called her.

A few minutes later they got to Earl’s service station to find all the lights out and the storm shutters firmly in place. “Damn! Looks like he’s closed up shop for the day.” Mac looked out the window and thought he saw a light coming from underneath the door. “Hang on.” He said. “I’ll go see if he’s still here.” He opened the door and stepped out into the rain. Slamming the door closed he ran for the station house. He banged on the door and called out to see if Earl was still here. After a while of trying with no response, Mac ran back to the car.

“Damn!” he cursed as he slammed the door closed after getting back into the car. His dark longish bangs were soaked and sticking to his face. His white t-shirt was thoroughly drenched and was sticking to his body. His chiseled torso was clearly visible through it as well as his muscular upper arms. Chopping down trees by hand had done wonders for this body!

“Okay…” Mac rubbed a large hand over his face and tried to think. “The next service station is about 40 miles from here. We could drive over there and see if they’re open. I doubt it, though, with the storm coming in. They don’t have a tow truck, but they have a garage.” Mac stopped talking and looked out the window. The storm clouds were moving in fast.

He turned to face Val. “Okay, this is going to sound strange, but do you have a place to stay? Anywhere you can get indoors?” Mac indicated the dark clouds in the sky with a slight point of his finger as well as a glance in their direction. “Cause those storm clouds are moving in really fast. And if the radio is any indication, the storm they bring is going to hit hard and it’s going to last through the whole night.”

 

[the_bean]

A 'grey area', Mac said. Val figured as much. She was used to these drives in the middle of nowhere, and to be completely honest, she welcomed the silence. It was nice to know that nobody could bother her when she was out there, no matter how hard they tried. All of that free time almost made up for this little mishap. Almost.

She watched her rescuer as he hopped out of the truck and tried to rouse someone from within Earl's station. She'd been hopeful that someone might actually be there, and boy would she have paid them well to help her out. When she saw Mac coming back alone, her heart dropped in disappointment. Her eyes followed the length of his body as he climbed back into the truck's driver seat. Her gaze was not at all shy and when it finally found his face, her smile spoke of admiration and approval. Val always appreciated a well-muscled body.

“The next service station is about 40 miles from here."

She pulled out of her reveries, puckering her lips in a thoughtfully cute expression before sucking the lower one in between her teeth. It was a habit she'd had since she was a kid, sucking and biting on her lip, one her dad had frequently attempted to break her of. No tow truck, but a garage, Mac said. She let out a bit of a sigh, frustrated at the entire situation.

“Okay, this is going to sound strange, but do you have a place to stay? Anywhere you can get indoors?” Mac indicated the dark clouds in the sky with a slight point of his finger as well as a glance in their direction. “Cause those storm clouds are moving in really fast. And if the radio is any indication, the storm they bring is going to hit hard and it’s going to last through the whole night.”

She shook her head. "No, I don't. Unless you want to take me back to me car, I could sleep in there." Her smile was teasing. Even in a down-and-out situation, Val kept her cool, it was the one thing her father actually had been able to teach her. "I just need to get to a phone. I've got to call my boss and let him know what's going on." She glanced at the clock on the radio. It was just a little past six o'clock. "Sometime in the next 2 hours, as soon as possible. He's going to have to find a replacement for me and get them into the range...and.." She paused, eyes widening as she sat back in the seat. "Oh, fuck. He's not going to be able to get anyone up there in this!" It was obvious by this point that she was talking to herself. She didn't expect Mac to have any idea what she was talking about. "I am so screwed."

She turned a sheepish half-smile to Mac and slumped. The blanket drooped from her, baring her left shoulder and her neck. "So, I guess it doesn't really matter. I'm guessing there aren't any hotels around here, huh? If you've got an extra room or can drive me somewhere that isn't too far, I'd be more than happy to pay you."

 

[Kuldaboli]

Joel "Mac" Macron

Mac shook his head slowly. “Sorry, no hotels around for quite some distance.” He looked at Val. She looked really worn out. She was slumping in her seat. The smeared make up on her face was starting to dry, sticking to her face in crust-like blotches. She was out here all alone, with no one to turn to, her car on the fritz and her phone out of order. Apart from that she was drenched, probably freezing cold and tired as hell from her walk in the rain. Leaving her at her car during a storm like the one heading here was out of the question!!!

“There really isn’t anywhere, unless I take you to old man Wallace’s place. He’s a blast to hang out with, but the guy is… well, he’s… not really all there… He’s kind of getting up there in his years and it’s starting to take it’s toll. He has plenty of room but, I…” Mac trailed off.

He really didn’t feel comfortable leaving Val at Ol’ Wallie’s place. The old man was kind and gentle, a real grandpa kind of guy. He was a hoot and a half! But his three sons stayed there to take care of the old man. And they really weren’t all that respectful around the ladies. Mac sighed before speaking again.

“He has his boys living there with him… and those three… Well, let’s just say, they’ve been known to… try and take advantage of… certain situations…” He was probably being paranoid. Val could probably take very good care of herself. Hell, she could probably make sure those three redneck wannabes never fathered any kids… ever! Still, it didn’t feel right leaving her there. So, Mac made a decision!

He looked into Val’s eyes. “Look, I’ll be honest with you. I really don’t feel comfortable leaving you at Ol’ Wallie’s. And I am certainly not going to take you back to your car and leave you there for the storm to bounce you around inside a giant tin can.” Mac ran a hand through his soaked dark longish hair. “What I can do… What I can offer you is this.” He took a deep breath.

“My cabin is about 15 minutes away. I don’t really have an extra room. But what I’ve got, I’ll gladly share. I can offer you a dry, warm, solid place to stay. A hot shower. All the home cooked food you can eat. And a soft, warm, and above all, clean bed to sleep in.” He chuckled a bit as he emphasized the ‘clean’ part, causing a warm smile to light up his face. “I’ll try and find you some dry clothes and pop yours in the dryer. You can wait out the storm, and in the morning, I’ll talk to Earl about getting your car back in shape. He owes me a favor or two… or… a hundred.” He chuckled at his own joke.

A teasing smile crept up on his face as he remembered Val’s urgency about contacting her boss. “I can even offer you a working phone.” He teased.

 

[the_bean]

Val seemed to perk a bit when Mac mentioned Old Wallace's place, and she would have declined anyway once he mentioned that the man's three sons lived with him had he not changed his mind. It was hard enough imposing on someone you've only just met, but it would have been nearly impossible for her to get comforting staying with four strange men. She could imagine the sort of situation that would put her into. Not necessarily a scenario she enjoyed thinking about. True she could take care of herself, but she'd prefer to not have to resort to drastic measures to stay unharmed. Besides, she'd been hoping that Mac himself would offer her his own place. She'd known him only a few minutes, but she liked him. He was a genuinely nice guy, attractive and well-spoken. It wasn't very often that people would go so far out of their way to help a stranger . . . while remaining so genuine.

So, when he said that she could come to his cabin, she agreed. The mention of the phone really peaked her interest more than anything. She wanted to call David and get all of that behind her. She was already dreading the conversation, but even David would have to understand the extraneous circumstances . . . and that nothing could be done to fix it. At least not tonight.

"That'd be great," Val said. "I am so ready to get out of these clothes. I'm freezing!" Her smile grew a little more and she shivered for emphasis and pulled the blanket a little tighter. She wasn't really that cold . . . not any more, at least. Being in Mac's warm truck had all but fixed that. She was uncomfortable, however. Her pants were stuck to her in so many places that it'd be a miracle to peel the damn things off when she finally got the chance.

Mac drove on, to his cabin. Their conversation was airy and light, mostly about this impending storm. Val told him briefly that she was traveling for business and had been on her way to see a client in the mountains, where she would be staying for the weekend, or would have, rather, had she actually made it there. That was why she needed to get to her phone, she had explained. It was very important that her company got someone up there as soon as possible. She didn't go into any details and was glad that he didn't ask for any. There wouldn't have been much she could have told him, anyway. Not that him knowing would have made much difference.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at his cabin, and just in time, too! The torrent had been steadily growing more and more tumultous the closer they got, and as they pulled up in front of the house, the sky had grown almost black. Thunder boomed, loud enough to make you dizzy and the lightning was so bright it almost looked like daytime again for a few seconds. Val removed the blanket, not wanting to get it all soaked, grabbed her jacket and her purse and the both of them dashed for the front door. She laughed easily now, knowing that she would be able to relax soon.

"This reminds me of when I was a kid," she said. "Being all soaked, I mean. I used to love to play in the rain."

Mac opened up the door and both of them went inside. She stood just inside as he moved inward to turn on some lights, dripping and shivering. She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly self conscious of her chest and wishing she'd warn a bra, though with the hardness of her nipples she doubted that even a bra would have concealed them!

"I really can't say thanks enough, Mac. You're a God send."

 

[Kuldaboli]

Joel "Mac" Macron

When Val mentioned being ‘ready to get out of these clothes’, the image of her firm lovely breasts and her rock hard nipples, that he’d caught a glimpse of earlier, filled his mind again. He had to shake his head slightly to get rid of it. This was not a good thing to be thinking about right now!

Mac’s house was your typical log cabin. He had built it himself and had spent a very long time doing so, wanting to get it just right. As it was, it was probably the sturdiest house, not made of concrete, on this side of the peninsula. It had stood through everything Mother Nature had dumped on it; snowstorms, blizzards, thunderstorms, enough rain to drown a small town and even a mudslide or two. As they ran from the truck to the front door, they got even wetter then they’d already been before. Mac silently cursed himself for not having built a shade over the door.

"This reminds me of when I was a kid. Being all soaked, I mean. I used to love to play in the rain."

Mac couldn’t help but chuckle at Val’s statement as he raced to get the door opened. “Yeah. Me too. I couldn’t get enough of it.” Finally getting the door open, he ushered Val inside first before rushing in and closing the door. “Whew!” He exclaimed in a rush of air as he moved inward to get the lights.

The lights illuminated the moderate sized living area, with a wine colored couch and matching chairs, a solid wood coffee table and a few wooden chairs up against the walls. There was a bookcase against one wall with several books on various subjects; from woodcarving to wine tasting, several paperbacks, mostly mystery and fantasy related (WereWolves Vampires and such), and quite a few books on nature, mostly books with photographs of various landscapes. There was also a fireplace. The kitchen interior was solid wood with a serving counter on one side with 3 chairs neatly placed by it. All the necessary appliances were there, electric stove and oven, a good sized fridge, a dishwasher and a microwave. A small hallway lead deeper into the cabin, where the bedroom, the bathroom and the washroom were situated.

"I really can't say thanks enough, Mac. You're a God send."

Mac smiled and got a little self conscious. “I wouldn’t go quite that far, Val. I was just… at the right place at the right time.” His smile turned a little sheepish. “People say I’m a nice guy.” He shrugged. “I guess there are still a few of us left out there.” He just stood there for a bit and looked at her with that small goofy smile. She really was quite beautiful. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? Then, as if he’d suddenly remembered what they were doing there, he jumped slightly. “Oh! God, I’m sorry. You must be freezing. Please.” He indicated for her to follow. He led her down the small hallway to the bathroom and turned on the lights in the room.

The bathroom was not that big, but it held all the necessities. Toilet, a sink fitted into a small bathroom interior with a counter, a drawer and a cupboard underneath, A mirror with hanging cupboards on either side of it, an empty clothes hamper and a shower that had a water resistant solid wood floor.

“Everything you need should be in here. I’ll get you some fresh towels and try and find some dry clothes for you. I’ll just leave them here.” He indicated a chair just outside the door. “You can just leave your clothes in the hamper or put them out here on the chair and I’ll pop them in the dryer for you.”

Her nod brought a smile to his face. “Hang on.” He said before heading into the bedroom to get the towels. “Take your time.” He said with a small smile as he handed them to her.

 

[the_bean]

Val surveyed the interior decor of the cabin with an approving smile. It wasn't the most luxurious place she'd ever seen, but it was put together extremely well. It was the sort of place you wouldn't mind calling 'home'. Mac did have good taste, at least, she thought to herself. He probably built the place by hand, too. The thought evoked a small sound of joy, though it was probably mistaken by a sigh or a stifled cough.

She appraised his book collection as they moved further inside, though she couldn't see all of the titles. What she could see, however, pleased her. There was a wide-array of titles and subjects there. Not only was this man probably good with his hands (she guessed in more ways than one) he was intelligent, as well. Maybe she needed to quit messing around with prissy city boys and get herself a real man! Just like Mac, she thought.

Val also took note of the fireplace, the various photographs and artwork that hung on the walls. She'd at least have something to start a conversation about later. Maybe the rain would stop and they could even sit outside and enjoy nature. He's probably sick of it, she though, being out here all the time. Her eyes turned quickly back around the room to seek out pictures of any women. She hadn't even thought to ask if he was married or had a girlfriend. . . She didn't see any signs that he did, not that it mattered. She was just passing through, after all, right?

He led her into the bathroom and it was a welcome sight. She could already imagine how wonderful it was going to feel to have warm water falling over her skin.

“You can just leave your clothes in the hamper or put them out here on the chair and I’ll pop them in the dryer for you.”

He excused himself momentarily and she called out to him. "I'll just put them on the chair if you want to go ahead and put them in the dryer while I'm cleaning up." He reappeared, handed her towels and told her to take her time.

"I'll be out in a jiff," she said with a small wink and closed the door. Val placed the towels on the toilet and peeled off her clothes. Her skin was like ice. She folded them up as neatly as she could and cracked the door open to peek out. She could see Mac moving into the kitchen, she thought, so she quickly popped her arm out to put her stuff on the chair.

Then, it was into the shower. Val turned the water on, got the temperature just right and stepped into the tub. She let out a moan of pleasure as the steaming water spilled over her head and cascaded downward. This was just what she needed. She stood there for a few seconds with her eyes closed, allowing the water to warm her. She scrubbed her face and a couple of other not-so-fresh-after-walking-in-the-rain parts and rinsed before getting out.

She wrapped one towel around her head and dried herself off with the other one. She already felt a hundred percent better! Again she peeked out the door. Her clothes on the chair had been replaced by a 'wife-beater', a flannel shirt and a pair of sweat pants that were obviously not going to fit her very well. She grinned widely and pulled the clothes in.

When she emerged, she had the white tanktop on, which clung around her curves, with the oversized flannel hanging open over it. The sweatpant's drawstring had been tightened as much as she could get it and the waistband had been rolled down several times so that they didn't cover her entire torso.

She found Mac in the kitchen, brewing what she thought might be either coffee or hot chocolate. "Now, about that phone call . . ."

 

[Kuldaboli]

Joel "Mac" Macron

Mac couldn’t help but smile at the small wink from Val. It was something he wasn’t used to receiving from women. Usually it was a catcall or serious ogling. The wink was a nice change and he liked it a lot. Val was obviously a classy lady, nothing like the girls around there. They were either shy innocent ‘daddy’s little angels’ and secret teasers or the kind that, after a beer or two, would instantly hit the floor and spread their legs if somebody in the bar hollered ‘Ho-Down!’, a common local phrase for a party.

After the door to the bathroom closed, Mac went to his bedroom and changed into some dry clothes. His T-shirt and jeans had gotten soaked, so he changed into a pair of sweatpants and a dry T-shirt. On his way to the living room, he heard the door to that bathroom click shut behind him. As he turned around he saw Val’s clothes all neat and folded on the chair. Then he heard the shower start running. He walked over to the chair, picked up the soaked bundle of clothes and was about to head to the washroom to pop them in the dryer when a moan of pleasure echoed out of the bathroom.

Mac froze in his tracks at the sound and an image of Val’s beautiful breasts and hard nipples that just begged to be touched invaded his mind again. He shook his head violently and knocked himself on the forehead a few times with the base of his palm to try and make the image go away. “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” He hissed at himself. When the image finally decided to stop tormenting him, he sighed in relief and moved on into the washroom.

He popped her clothes in the dryer and got it going. After standing for a little while in front of his closet trying to decide what clothes he could offer her, he finally decided on a 'wife-beater', a flannel shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He fished out the smallest pieces of the three items of clothing he could find, so that she could wear something that at least fit her to some degree. He placed the three folded items of clothing on the chair outside the bathroom, noticing the sound of the shower running ceasing as he stood there.

He went to the living room and started a fire in the fireplace, to heat the place up a bit. The cabin really didn’t have much in the way of central heating. There were a few heating elements around, one in the bedroom, one in the bathroom and one in the kitchen, that all had been turned on and were running smoothly. But when it came to the living room, nothing heated the place up better then a warm roaring fire in the fireplace. Moving on into the kitchen he placed a pot on the stove and got to make some hot chocolate.

"Now, about that phone call . . ."

Hearing the sound of Val’s voice made him look up from his task. She looked… well, adorable was the word he was looking for. Her skin had a light blush to it, probably from the warm water. He couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Those look much better on you then they do on me.” He said jokingly, as he indicated her clothes.

He moved over to where the cordless lay in its cradle on the kitchen counter and picked it up. He clicked it on and brought it to his ear, listening to the dial tone. He frowned slightly at the static he heard lacing the steady tone. He switched the phone off and handed it to her.

“The line is steady but there’s a slight static in this one. Probably the storm interfering with the wireless reception. If you want, I’ve got another one in the bedroom.” He smiled. “It’s the good old fashioned kind, with a cord and everything.” He joked. “You’ll probably have better luck with that one.”

He indicated the pot on the stove. “When you’re done, I’ll have the hot chocolate ready.” He smiled a bit “Can’t beat Grandma’s recipe.” Then something occurred to him. He had now idea how long Val had been out there walking before he got there. She was probably starving!

“Are you hungry? I could whip something up for us right quick. You like home town cookin’ or Italian?”

 

[the_bean]

“Those look much better on you then they do on me.”

Val felt a slight flush pass through her body with his compliment, which was not all that noticeable due to the pink of her skin caused by her hot shower. She was partially glad that her reaction was hidden because it would have embarassed her a little bit. Hell, it embarassed her even though he couldn't see it; and that was because she wasn't a shy girl and not many people had the ability to actually make her blush! But, she hid it well, offered a small curtsy and a bow of her head while she pulled outward at the ends of the flannel shirt - as if she were a young maiden greeting a Lord. "Thank you, sir," she said with a laugh. She felt a little odd in this man's clothes . . . especially being naked inside of them. It was a very intimate feeling to have no undergarments between your skin and your clothes . . . a strange man's clothes, she told herself. A strange . . . and very handsome . . . man. Her nipples were still hard and the material of the 'wife-beater' he'd given her strained against her breasts. She was aware of how nearly see-through the material was in correlation with the slight dampness of her skin. She did her best to keep the flannel wrapped around her, but she didn't want to seem like a shy little rabbit, either, or that she was afraid of him looking at her.

She righted herself and followed him to the phone. By the look on his face when he tested the cordless told her all she need to know -- this phone call was going to have to be short and sweet. Mac handed the phone to her and told her about the phone in the bedroom. She nodded her thanks, but felt uncomfortable invading this man's bedroom after she'd already imposed upon his shower!

She began dialing as continued speaking; she smiled brightly about the thought of some good hot chocolate and had the receiver against her ear when he mentioned food. Her eyes lit up at the thought and her stomach nearly growled in agreement. She gave a nod.

"Food would be wonderful! I don't really care wh--" She cut herself off as David answered his phone and offered a smile to Mac before turning away. "David, hey, it's me, Val."

"Hey Val! How's the trip going? You should almost be there, huh?"

She paused as her boss responded, trying to think of a good way to put this. "I've run into a delay, David. You're going to have to send someone else up to Markum's."

"A delay?" David's voice tightened. "You've got to get past it and get up there.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes. "No, I can't, there's no way. I blew a tire, I'm stuck out here in the middle of nowhere. There's a horrible storm --" As if to emphasize her point, a thunderous boom split through the steady patter of rain, followed by lightning and a flicker of electricity. Val's eyes turned upward at the light fixture on the ceiling.

"What?" David's voice cut in and out. "Val, what did you say?"

"David, I can barely hear you. One second, I'm going to switch phones."

Val turned to Mac again, covering the mouthpiece of the receiver. "I guess I'm gonna have to use the line phone in your room . . ."

Mac nodded and pointed her in the right direction. She slipped into his bedroom, sighting the telephone on the night stand. She hurried to it, taking a seat on the edge of his bed as she picked it up. "David? Can you hear me now?"

"That's a little better, now what did you say?"

"I said I blew a tire -- and I can't get it fixed any time soon. I'm out in the middle of nowhere at the base of the mountains and there's a really nasty storm --" The lights flickered again, even the stationary phone cut out for a moment.

"Val? Where are you?" David's voice was sounding further and further away.

"I'm in some guy's cabin --"

David cut her off but she couldn't hear what he said.

"David?"

Silence . . .

She hit the button on the phone's cradle a few times, but she was met with no dial tone. "Fuck," she muttered and got up to go back into the main area. As she did, she set the cordless back in it's charger.

"Well, the phone's dead. I think he got the gist of what was going on, but it cut out before I could really say much. I could barely hear a word he was saying." She let out a bit of an amused sigh and smiled crookedly as she leaned on the counter and watched Mac as he moved about in the kitchen. "You need any help in there?“

 

[the_bean]

bump?

 

[Kuldaboli]

Joel "Mac" Macron

OOC: Sorry about the no-post. Won't happen again. Promise.

IC:
He couldn’t help but chuckle at her curtsy. A classy lady with a great sense of humor and the ability to make light fun of herself. Now, there was a real woman!

As Val spoke on the phone he noticed how her body language changed. Whoever she was talking to, this ‘David’ character, was obviously someone very important. Not to mention someone who really didn’t like to have plans go awash. Mother Nature throwing a hissy fit really didn’t seem to concern him.

“Sure.” He replied to her request for the other phone. “It’s down the hall and to the right. The phone’s right there on the nightstand.”

As he watched her move quickly down the hall, something occurred to him. The way she moved. Like she was trying to cover up, but didn’t want him to notice that she was doing it. As Val disappeared into the bedroom his brows knotted together slightly in confusion. He wondered why that was. As he got some things ready for the meal, he pondered this. Then it hit him. When he’d gotten her the dry clothes… He’d completely forgotten about underwear!

His eyes went impossibly wide. She was naked under those clothes! Those three items of clothing! Take them away, and all that would remain would be Val, in all her naked glory! His mind was assaulted with the image that he’d seen in the truck, Val’s top, soaking wet, making her look topless! The image of her slightly blushed skin invaded his mind as well! The pleasurable moan that he’d heard coming from the bathroom while she was in the shower echoed in his ears. Then, unbidden, his imagination kicked into overdrive.

His mind was all of a sudden filled with an image of Val form the waist up, lying on her back on a spread of white sheets, clutching the pillow under her head tightly with both hands, her eyes closed and her lips parted, her body writhing slowly and gently as she moaned in pleasure.

Mac shook his head and pressed the base of his palm to his forehead. This was so not what he should be thinking about! He prayed to any deity that was willing to listen that the image left him before Val came back. When it finally did, he sighed in relief and went on about making the meal, putting a pot on the stove to boil water for pasta.

"Well, the phone's dead. I think he got the gist of what was going on, but it cut out before I could really say much. I could barely hear a word he was saying."

Val’s voice rang out as she put the cordless back in its charger. She looked kind of glum for a bit before she gave an amused sigh and smiled crookedly. Then she leaned on the counter and Mac could feel her eyes on him, watching him as he moved around the kitchen.

"You need any help in there?”

Mac looked up from his task and gave her a warm smile. “Yeah. That would be great.” As Val moved into the kitchen, Mac couldn’t help but notice the way she moved. It was still there. The slight nervousness was still there. She looked a bit surer of herself, but it was still there to some degree. Seeing her patter barefoot into the kitchen made him smile. She was a very beautiful woman. He remembered how she’d looked when she’d first gotten into the truck to escape the rain. Drenched from the rain, her hair in a mess and her make-up running down her face, she had been beautiful. Now, she looked gorgeous!

Mac asked her to get some mushrooms from the fridge. As Val went about her task Mac turned to the stove. The water was bubbling nicely and he turned to get the pasta. And ran right smack into Val! The mushrooms in her hands went flying and she stumbled a bit. Mac reached out and caught her before she could trip, steadying her.

His hands on her upper arms he smiled at her worriedly. “Oh man! I am so sorry! Are you okay?” At her affirmation that she was fine, he let go of her arms, scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and chuckled slightly. He took a step back, towards the stove. And ran right into the long handle of the pot of boiling water.

As the pot tumbled to the floor, the boiling water starting to spill out of the still falling pot, only one thought registered in Mac’s head. VAL WAS BAREFOOT!!!

Without hesitation, Mac grabbed Val by the waist, lifted her effortlessly off the floor and planted her on her butt on the counter. A split second later, boiling hot water spilled over the exact spot where Val had been standing. Mac was thankful that he’d put on his indoor hard soles. The boiling water couldn’t get to his feet through them.

He looked at a seemingly stunned Val as she sat there on the counter. He tried to make eye contact with her. “Are you all right?” He asked her worriedly, not noticing that he still had his hands on her waist.

 

[the_bean]

Val was more than happy to oblige Mac's request that she get the mushrooms from the fridge. She felt bad that he was doing so much for her and there wasn't much she could do to repay him, other than give him what money she had on her. She planned on doing so anyway before she left, but his favors called for something a little more substantial than money.

She had only just shut the fridge and turned when she hit a brick wall. Not a brick wall, but Mac! He was so solid that she lost her balance and the box of mushroom. "Oh!" She cried out as she stumbled right into his arms. He caught her before she could fall, though her hands had instinctively reached out to him and gripped his shirt. She was steadied again almost as quickly as she'd been knocked off-balance.

“Oh man! I am so sorry! Are you okay?”

Val nodded, and let out a bit of an embarrassed laugh. "Yeah, I'm okay." She looked up at him with a smile. The soft blush of her skin deepened slightly in her cheeks as she realized he still had a hold on her upper arms. He let go and backed away. He was so cute, she thought to herself at his embarrassed reaction. Val turned to begin picking up all of the mushrooms when she heard the clamour of the falling pot. She didn't have any time to look up to see what was going on. She was suddenly in Mac's hands again and he was picking her up off the floor. His motions were so smooth and effortless; like she was a feather.

She barely had time to register what was happening as the pot hit the floor, spilling boiling water right where she had been standing. Thank god Mac had picked her up. Her unrestrained breasts bounced when he placed her on the counter. Her hands had against instinctively found him when he'd grabbed her. They rested just at the crook of his elbows, gripping lightly. She heaved a breath as she looked at the floor. He'd certainly just saved her from a nice little injury! That water would have burned her feet horribly had it actually had a chance to spill over them.

Val was aware of Mac trying to catch her gaze, and she allowed him to. She met his gentle stare and nodded. "Yeah . . . I'm alright . . ." Her voice was barely there. Something in his eyes made it hard for her to answer at a volume much more than a whisper.

The flannel shirt that she wore had come dislodged in the commotion. It had fallen, hanging now from the crooks of her bent elbows, which left her shoulders bare. There was a soft spattering of freckles across her nearly flawless skin. There was a scar on her left shoulder reminiscent of a gunshot wound. There was also no hiding the excitement of her nipples, which had grown suddenly harder and now stood erect. The tight material of the tanktop straightened over her soft curves.

In her work, maintaining a relationship was nearly impossible. Her job required her to be absent for long periods of time, which was something that became a problem after awhile. So, after a couple of complete failures, she practically gave up on attempting any sort of commitment. After awhile even the flings got boring. It had been at least a year and a half since she'd been so close to a man. Not just a man, but a real man at that. Mac wasn't one of those pretty-boy metrosexual New Yorkers that she was so used to. Mac's hands were strong. The taut muscles of her abdomen trembled beneath them. She could feel the strength in his arms too, by the way the muscles flexed in her hands as he'd lifted her so easily from the floor.

How could Val not be excited? She'd found a man who, in less than a few hours, had succeeded in making her feel like a real woman. No, like a doll; delicate and fragile. And with an act as simple as this.

Val let out a shaky breath, though it was difficult for even her to discern if it was caused by the sudden adrenaline rush of nearly being burned or because a man was standing between her legs with his hands on her waist. She smiled at Mac, though it was slightly strained by nervousness. Now that she had a moment to think about it, she realized how exposed she was. That's twice today he's saved you, she told herself, you really owe him now.

"Thanks, Mac."

 

[Kuldaboli]

Joel "Mac" Macron

Mac was having serious trouble focusing. Val’s shoulders were bare and it was like her skin was crying out to him, begging to be touched. He hadn’t missed her rock hard nipples either. Her hands in the crooks of his elbows were warm and they gripped his forearms firmly. He could feel her abs trembling slightly beneath his hands. He could feel her knees on either side of his hips and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize where exactly he was standing and how this must have looked to an outsider.

"Thanks, Mac." she said, her smile slightly strained.

He looked in her eyes and found himself drowning in them. He was mesmerized by them. His mind filled with the image of Val’s form the waist up, lying on her back on the spread of white sheets, clutching the pillow under her head tightly with both hands, her eyes closed and her lips parted, her body writhing as she moaned his name in pleasure. And he felt himself slowly leaning towards her.

Lightning flashed outside followed by a roaring thunder. It seemed to snap Mac out of his stupor. He blinked a few times when he realized what he had been about to do. Slowly, he stepped away from her, jumping slightly when his foot connected with the pot on the floor, sending it skidding along the wooden floor with a loud clattering noise.

“I, uh… I should… I should really go find something to… to clean this up with…” He stammered nervously running his hand through his hair. “Uhm… Don’t… don’t move. The floor is still scorching hot so… just… stay right there… and I’ll… be right back.”

He walked down the hall to the wash room to find a mop or something to clean up the water. When he was there, he closed his eyes and cursed silently. He couldn’t believe himself! He had just been a hairsbreadth from taking advantage of Val. Oh man! His father was probably rolling over in his grave right about now, screaming ‘I though I raised you better then that boy!’

He could feel his sweatpants getting tighter as he thought of Val. Crap! This was so not good. He couldn’t be thinking about this now! The image of Val sitting there on the counter after he’d just placed her there flashed through his mind again and he felt his entire body heat up. He took a few long, calming breaths and tried to think of anything else but Val. Logging, fixing Ernie’s lawnmower, that fat sow of a wife of his, anything but Val! When he was sure he had calmed down enough to be presentable, and the pressure in his sweatpants had lessened, he picked up the mop and a bucket and headed back into the kitchen.

 

[the_bean]

There was a strange look in Mac's eyes. While it was not foreign to her -- she'd been looked at that way by men before -- it seemed so different coming from this one. Oh my god, she thought, he's going to kiss me! Her heart began to pound with a new excitement as she prepared herself for what she knew was going to feel wonderful. But he was interrupted. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed and Mac suddenly looked embarrassed with himself.

He looked startled, actually. It almost funny how boyish this 'mountain man' was. He was obviously very strong, both inside and out, but so skiddish. Probably just the way he's been raised, she thought, to be respectful and chivalrous and all that. She cringed slightly when he hit the pot with his foot and stammered for her to stay there. Val bit her lip. Here he was, nervous as he could be, and it was all her fault!

She lifted a hand to him and started to tell him it was okay, but she thought better of it and instead just remained where he'd put her. She liked the thought of that, she decided as he disappeard into the hall, that she was staying where he put her. A small smile crossed her lips and she stifled a giggle. Mac was adorable, she thought and shook her head. Not so adorable, however, that it kept other thoughts from her head. She'd always fantasized about being with a stranger, a strong man that rescued her from some terrible fate. While she'd not been in death's path, Mac had saved her from what could have turned out to be bad. Of course now that she'd felt his hands on her and had him so close she couldn't help but put his face into that fantasy.

She waited calmly (or so it appeared from the outside) for him to come back, and offered him a smile when he returned. He appeared with a mop and bucket, seemingly calmed down some. Give him a reason to touch you again, she thought.

"Hey, let me help you. I'll mop if you'll get me down, put me over on the other side. I'll clean up and you can get back to cooking . . . ." Her smile brightened slightly, hopefully in encouragement as she lifted her arms to receive him willingly.

 

[Kuldaboli]

Joel "Mac" Macron

"Hey, let me help you. I'll mop if you'll get me down, put me over on the other side. I'll clean up and you can get back to cooking . . . ."

Mac looked at Val and blinked a few times. Her smile brightened slightly, and he couldn’t help but smile back. When she lifted her arms it was all he could do not to snatch her off the counter and…! His brain came to a screeching halt. No! No! No! You are a gentleman! I don’t care how gorgeous she is or how adorable she looks! You will treat her with the respect a true classy lady deserves! Steeling himself, he smiled at Val.

“All right.” He chuckled and approached her. Slowly, he made his way to the counter, slipping between her knees. His heart was pounding in his chest like a jackrabit. He felt Val lay her hands on his shoulders and he rested his hands on her waist. He felt her abs give a miniscule twitch as he touched her. He looked in her eyes.

“Ready?” He asked her with a miniature smile. At her confirmation, he effortlessly lifted her off of the counter. He could imagine that a prolonged exposure to the grip he had on her waist, coupled with gravity, would wind up hurting her. He didn’t want that!

Never taking his eyes off hers, Mac brought Val’s body closer to his own; holding her up so about half of her head was above the top of his. There! That should do it! He wouldn’t hurt her this way. Their bodies were a mere inch apart and he could feel the heat emanating from Val’s body. His sweats began to get tight again. Not Good! So not good! He started backing up, away from the counter and made to turn around so he could place Val down on a dry surface of the floor. And stepped on a mushroom that had yet to be picked up from their collision earlier!

His foot slipped a bit and it sent all forms of balance straight to hell. Mac staggered and tried to regain his footing, his grip on Val’s waist slipping. He could see alarm flash through Val’s eyes as her body started rapidly sliding down towards the floor. He felt her arms wrap around his neck and her knees come up to either side of his hips. He fumbled for balance and found it, just as his hands found a good grip on Val’s body, keeping her from slipping further.

All was quiet and still in the cabin as the two of them stared at each other. He couldn’t read her expression, but he was captivated by her eyes. He couldn’t look away. His mind finally caught up with where his hands were resting on Val’s body. His eyes widened at the realization. He had noticed before, when he’d seen Val walking to the bedroom, how firm her butt looked. And now he could testify to that fact. Considering his hands were planted firmly on it, holding her up!

His mouth opened to say something. To apologize. To say… Anything! But no sound came out. His brain commanded his hands to move, to find some other spot on Val’s body to hold her up by. But his hands were blatantly disregarding the order, apparently just fine where they were, thank you very much! He just stood there, frozen in place, gaping slightly as he stared wide-eyed into Val’s eyes and blushed furiously. And his sweatpants were getting even tighter! Oh crap! This was so not good!

 

[the_bean]

Mac agreed to get her down from the counter, and Val continued to smile. She put her hands on his shoulders as he prepared to lift her and with his inquiry that she was ready she gave a nod. He lifted her so easily. His arms were strong, much like the rest of him, she imagined. A creature of taut muscle and sinew, pulsing and throbbing with power. . .

She became aware of how he shifted her in his arms and looked down at him. He continued to stare into her eyes and she couldn't tear herself away. She watched him right back, and tightened her grip on him slightly. It had been a long time since a man had held her this way, and she was determined to soak up as much of it as she could without being too obvious in her enjoyment. She should have guessed something would screw it up. Mac really was turning out to be a bit of a klutz! Not that she minded. Actually, she found the trait rather cute in such a 'woodsy' guy.

Her thoughts on the matter didn't last long. Her fear of falling to the floor overcame her as Mac stumbled across the kitchen. Even more her arms tightened around his neck and her legs hooked around his hips. She gasped as his hands found her ass and held her in place by it as he finally regained his footing.

Mac wanted to say something, she could see that, but was afraid to. She, on the other hand, had an urge to use her mouth in another way. She wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not, but it was either this or laugh the episode off. Who was she kidding though? There wasn't going to be any laughing this off.

One of her hands stroked across the back of his neck in a bit of a suggestive way. She watched his face momentarily (God was he hot) and then pressed her lips against his. She did not force the kiss upon him, but placed it there in offering and pulled away. She did speak then, her voice soft. "That's three times you've saved me today."

Her hand remained on his neck, stroking along the skin and his hairline with her fingertips. Whatever it was she was trying to do she didn't know (or did she?), only that she had felt a strong attraction to this man from nearly the moment she'd met him, and that attraction had grown with each second that passed. She wanted to see his bare chest, his stomach . . . those arms.

She wanted those arms around her, those hands beneath her clothes rather than outside of them. She swallowed hard and pressed her chest against his. "Thanks again, Mac."

 

[Kuldaboli]

Joel "Mac" Macron

Okay… That was a reaction he had not expected. Her fingers at the back of his neck sent electric sparks through his entire body. She was looking at him and he couldn’t read her expression. All he knew was that he was having a really hard time concentrating on anything except her. When she pressed her lips against his, it was as if his entire world exploded into a mirrage of colors. Every color of the spectrum danced before his eyes. Her lips felt wonderful against his. He was too stunned to respond right away and only when she pulled away had he gotten over his surprise.

"That's three times you've saved me today."

Her voice was soft and she was stroking the back of his neck again, turning his body to jello and eating away at his self control. He found himself wanting her! In every way imaginable. The image of her on her back on the spread of white sheets, moaning in pleasure, invated his mind again, and this time, he didn’t push it away. He embraced it! He wanted to see Val like that! He wanted to be the one to give that to her! He wanted to let his hands roam all over her body and to feel her hands on him, roaming his body! He wanted to feel her body writhing underneath him and to hear her moans echoing in his ears!

"Thanks again, Mac."

She pressed her chest against his. He could feel her rock hard nipples through the material of her wife-beater and his. He felt his sweat pants getting even tighter. She was gorgeous! He hadn’t seen a hotter woman in the entire county! He wanted to make her his!

“Anytime.” His voice was soft, almost dazed. He looked into her eyes and promptly got lost in them. It was like she was hypnotising him. He couldn’t look away. He found himself leaning towards her, closer and closer, till he pressed his lips against hers. He didn’t dare force the kiss on her, but was pleasently relieved when he felt her respond to the kiss. His eyes drifted closed as he intensified the kiss, parting his lips, his tongue stroking hers gently. Almost as a reflex, his hands squeezed her ass as he held her up easily.

 

[the_bean]

A soft whimper escaped Val's throat as Mac's hands tightened so suggestively on her ass. The sound faded into a sigh of need as he continued to kiss her, their tongues brushing achingly slow against the other. Her hips rocked instinctively toward him as he squeezed. She wondered if he could feel the warmth that she felt. Surely the material of their clothing would not be enough to hide that which pressed against his abdomen.

Val's heart raced in her chest, and she wondered if he could feel that as well. She imagined he probably could with the way they were pressed together; how could he not with the way it throbbed. Suddenly she wanted him more. This city girl wanted to be taken by him. She wanted him to throw her on the floor and ravish her body like an animal. She wanted him to carry her to his bed to love her until she fell asleep. She wanted to undress him in front of his fireplace and kiss ever inch of skin that was bared to her. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin and hers on his; his lips on her breasts and most of all she wanted to feel him in that aching place between her legs.

Oh my god, Val, what are you doing? Her subconcious spoke to her, though it did little to stop her eager acceptance of Mac's kisses. She knew that this was sort of a dangerous thing to do - initiating something like this with a complete stranger - but she couldn't help it. Her need was to strong; her wanting was undeniable. She needed this, wanted this, apparently as much as Mac did.

Her hands stroked still at the back of his neck though one moved up the back of his head to grip his hair. Her touch was both forceful and gentle simultaneously. There would be no hiding the hunger she felt for this man.

Val broke this kiss momentarily, and pulled away just long enough to shift out of the over-sized flannel shirt. She was right back at him again, arms and legs tightening around him as her lips again found his. The kiss she offered him now was much deeper than before, and so very inviting. Despite the fact that he couldn't read her expressions before, her acceptance of him now would be obvious.

 

[Kuldaboli]

Joel "Mac" Macron

She pulled away from him for a split second and shifted out of her shirt. His eyes locked on hers and the heat he saw in them made his blood boil with lust. He had never in his life seen a woman that looked as sexy and erotic as Val. When her lips locked back on his with such fever and passion, and her arms and legs tightened on his body, his restraint cracked with an almost audible crack and all his self control when out the window to drown in the storm raging outside.

He wanted her! He needed to feel her blazing hot skin against him! He needed to feel himself sink deep inside her and to feel her clenching around him. He wanted to hear her moan! He wanted to see her as she was thrown over the edge into orgasmic bliss! He wanted to be the one to send her plunging into those depths! He could hear his sub-conscious roaring at him to stop, that this was not proper behavior to show a lady and that it could be potentially dangerous. She was a practical stranger to him. None of the arguments swayed him, though.

His hands shifted. Letting her firm ass rest on his forearm, his other hand traveled up her back to find itself flat out between her shoulder blades, pressing her body closer to his. He could feel the heat from between her legs against his abdomen through the thin material of their clothing. His heart was hammering in his chest and the pressure building in his sweat pants surged higher.

Moving over to the counter he placed Val on her butt on the counter top and franticly worked to shift off his own shirt, his lips never leaving hers. The heat of her kisses and the firm touch of her hands urged him on. When he finally got the shirt off he offhandedly flung it clear across the room with no effort. In his struggles to get the shirt off he’d ripped the neckline of his T-shirt. He really didn’t care. His hands were on her in a heartbeat, running down her sides to her hips and he felt her legs tighten around him again. One of his hands found an opening where her sweat pants and her tank top were supposed to meet at the small of her back, a fraction of an inch above her ass. His fingers slipped beneath the thin material to touch the soft skin of the small of her back and he could have sworn felt her jump slightly at his touch of her bare skin and give a little gasp.

The small sound sent his desire for Val raging almost out of control. His hand traveled up her back underneath her tank top, the feel of her bare skin under his hand like nothing he’d felt before. He forced himself to break their kiss and kissed his way down to her neck. He rained kisses, light nibbles and gentle swabs of his tongue on her neck, moving up to nibble lightly on her earlobe. His hand moved to her side under her tank top and his thumb stroked the side of her firm breast. It felt amazing to touch her! His other hand, on her hip, moved to her ass and pressed her hips closer to his. He felt the heat from between her legs rubbing against his raging erection that made his desire for her perfectly clear. He didn’t know how long he could hold on. He wanted so badly to just tear the clothes from her body and have is way with her. But he knew if he did that, he’d most likely hurt her, and that was something he really did not want to do.