Keepers Landing (standard:romance, 21957 words)
Author: J. Nicklaus	Added: Jan 25 2002	Views/Reads: 3594/3202	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A fantasy long ago uttered, A man deeply in love with his wife. One loving memory shared.

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as she had done countless times all these years. He seemed lost in 
thought, but she leaned up and kissed the side of his mouth anyways, 
then whispered “I love you” just loud enough to be heard above the 
crunching gravel and thrumming engine. 

Looking over at her, he smiled and patted the seat next to him. She took
the cue and slid over to him, his body warm in the cool morning air. 
Her skirt trailing and moving up a little above her knee. She did 
nothing to correct it. Feeling her against him, he gently placed his 
hand upon her knee and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. It seemed 
to tickle,  but she craved more. 

Feeling a slight emptiness in his stomach, he thought some idle
chit-chat might wake her up. “You hungry? I got a rumbly in my tumbly” 
he quipped. 

She snickered, “Yeah, but I’ll live”. She raised her left arm and drew
it around him, reveling in it. “Are we there yet?” she asked. 

“Almost. It’s just over that hill”.  He pointed into the distance. 

Early morning shadows danced along the leaves and grass in the clearings
along the road. The car seemed to happily roll along despite the rough 
terrain. 

She felt suddenly playful. “Is it bigger than a bread box?” 

“Depends upon your definition of bread box” he slyly shot back. 

“Will it comfortably hold two people, say, of our stature?” she queried.


“Most assuredly” came the response, as stoic and stodgy as possible. 

“But what if things should get out of hand. Could there be any liability
for property damage?” The questions seemed endless to him, but he knew 
it was lovingly playful. 

“No, I signed waivers and such before coming here. We are indemnified”
So now she was ready to give up, effectively stonewalled by his erudite 
answer. 

He gave the car a little more gas to spur it along up the hill. He
removed his hand from her mid-thigh where it had crept during their 
brief exchange only minutes prior. The mere sense of touch where her 
skin was concerned was enough to cause his blood to stir and 
concentrate in his lap. He was now more than a little anxious to reach 
his destination, the pressure of his jeans urging him to move the car 
forward. 

As they crested the hill, she could see it opened into a beautiful view
of a rolling valley. The low sun sending warmth everywhere it touched. 
He eased the car just off the road onto an embankment, and slowed to a 
stop.  Turning the key in the ignition, the humming of the engine 
subsided. He turned to her and motioned outside the vehicle. 

“What do you think?” 

“It’s gorgeous. You found this spot on your own?” The question struck
him as odd, and for a moment he was addled. He thought better than to 
ruin the moment by indulging his own insecurity. “Of course I did, I do 
have the occasional appreciation for the finer things. I did marry 
you.....right?” 

Victory!  Having avoided an unpleasant scene and paid her a genuine
compliment, he smugly patted himself on the back. 

Naturally, she was touched by his response. Again, that feeling of awe
and wonder. Her eyes seem to fixate on him. Leaning in gently, she 
barely let her lips graze his, the softest and almost imperceptible of 
kisses. 

Instantly she felt afire. Raising her palm to his face, she caressed his
cheek tenderly, and looked directly into his eyes. Not a word passed 
between them. He leaned forward this time returning the kiss with a 
firm motion, grasping her hand and squeezing again to intensify the 
2-second kiss, making it feel like it lasted a full minute. As he 
backed away, he felt the warmth of her breath upon his mouth, washing 
over the moistness she just placed there. He kept gazing at her. The 
stare made her think something was wrong. 

“What?” she asked. 

“I was just thinking” 

“About?” 

“Something that I never said to you, but always should have” he said,
averting his eyes. A wave of dread came over her. “What do you mean?  
Should have told me what?” 

He drew in a long breath, then slowly exhaled as he looked dead into her
eyes again. Lightly setting his fingertips against her palms and 
locking them around her own fingers, he began. 

“Before we married, I would have waited forever for you. Now, I awaken
everyday knowing that I am blessed to wait forever WITH you” 

Her right hand unclasped his and shot up to cover her mouth, eyes
welling with tears. So much joy he had brought her, and now again he 
chooses an unplanned perfect moment in time to express himself. 

She started to reply, choking back her tears. “For so long I had
wondered if ever a man could be trusted, or could feel any type of 
emotion.” The tears began to warmly roll down her cheeks. “Every 
morning, every day, I thank my guardian angel that I met you, and that 
I have you. You have no idea what your love means to me.” She smiled 
through the tears and emotion. 

“I love you so much. Thank you....thank you for making me feel and know
what Love is” She threw her arms around him, and he around her. He felt 
her tears soaking his shoulder, but he felt happy and so very blessed. 
He loved her more than anything else in the world. She was his world. 

Subtle sighs and involuntary movements said what words couldn’t at that
moment. Drawn together by love, connected by their souls, the moment of 
Desire raged upon them, blown like a wildfire through a dry forest.  
Pulses raced. Skin grew taut. Electricity danced from every caress. 

Letting her grip go, he reached for the door handle to unlock and open
it. Instead choosing to lean into her and kiss her warmly, deeply. To 
once again hold her for the moment, and whisper in her ear “I love you, 
so very much”. The warmth of his breath upon her ear sending chills 
down her spine, and driving the growing heat elsewhere. Then with one 
swift movement, opening the door and stepping outside the now humid 
interior of the vehicle. She followed suit, exiting the passenger side. 
He stood next to the driver door and just stared at his wife, in 
absolute worship of her. 

Closing the door, he walked around the front of the car, her eyes
following his every step. Arriving in front of her, not speaking a 
word, he threw both his arms out and let each one shoot past her, 
landing on the jamb of the door...leaving her with no escape. Her skirt 
danced in the early morning breeze, the draft noticeable as it caressed 
her dampened thighs. 

She stared intently at his face, watching him mouth “I want you” without
uttering a single sound. Wrapping her arms around the small of his back 
and pulling him near, she let the tip of her tongue trace the outline 
of his lips. He pressed against her, compressing her between the car 
door and his own turgid arousal. The tip of her tongue moist and 
decidedly heated against his full lips. Both of their eyes shut against 
the outside world. Only nature to watch them. 

Grinding his hips against her pelvis, he strained to break free of his
clothing. Heatedly, he undid the button on his jeans, and with one 
swift move he had his barely callused hands running along her soft 
outer thighs, simultaneously running the tip of his tongue along her 
gentle lips.  Slowly he raised them upwards, letting them glide against 
her smooth flesh.  Her skirt bundled up over his forearms as he moved 
up. The draft gently blowing underneath her enhanced her arousal 
further. 

He could feel her breath pass from her nose and escape almost entirely
from her mouth as a long, heated sigh. She gripped at his back the same 
way she might try to wring out a sponge, nails biting into the fabric 
of his shirt but not penetrating to the skin...yet. Deftly one hand 
traveled along her silken skin as she raised her leg to rest against 
his hip. 

She stood upon her other leg, unsure how long it would take until it
buckled from sheer need. 

She felt his fingertips glide along the crease where the back of her
thigh met her firm bottom, which made her arch her back into him. His 
pulse raced, her hips pressed, their passion and desire absolutely 
inflamed, almost beyond reason. He could feel her heart pound against 
his chest, coupled with the sensation of her nipples trying to pierce 
through her shirt. All senses seemingly in tune, and swimming together 
at a dizzying pace. She drove her hot kiss over his right cheek, then 
nibbled ever so gently to his earlobe. His left hand firmly gripping 
her rear and the right hand supporting her back, actually helping to 
press her into his bulging crotch. 

His eyes shut tight against the rising sun along the horizon, breath
coming shallow and hot to his throat. Her teeth and tongue working 
wonders along the ridge of his ear, her hand sliding down his stomach, 
every fingertip implanted against the skin under his ripped open shirt. 


Quickly, his right hand slid from off the small of her back and his
fingers enmeshed into her flowing hair, wrapping themselves amidst the 
strands. Gently he pulled her hair close to the scalp, and her head 
pulled away from the side of his face. A breathy moan escaped between 
her lips. 

Overcome by driving desire, he licked, sucked, and nibbled his way from
under her chin, down along her neck and licked along her collar.  Her 
skin sweet and moist under his darting tongue and lips. 

Surges of pleasure swept over her, making her grip his ass through his
jeans, her fingertips now embedded in his soft flesh, only separated by 
denim. Pulling him as hard against her as she could muster, wanting so 
much to make his hardness burst forth and immediately into her. His 
lips now playfully dancing upon her chest, seductively swaying from 
left to right, only glancing upon the tender, soft, sensitive flesh of 
her upper breasts. Both in tune with each other, both lost to the 
wonder and passion of Lust. 

Frustrated by his inability to haul her up and hold her against the
smooth side of the car, he cupped her face in his palms and then stared 
directly into her eyes. Kissing her softly, her pulled away. 

She all of a sudden thought she had done something wrong. “What?” she
asked, an expression of concern pasted on her face. 

Smiling, he replied “Follow me, angel”.  Running his hand down along her
arm, it grasped hers when it reached her fingertips. Her skirt fell 
down again below her knees, but the sheer wetness remained intact and 
cool on her swollen lips. 

They both stepped away from the car, hearts still pounding, not an ounce
of sexual intensity lost. Gravel crunched underfoot as he led her 
around the front of the car and across the dirt road. The sun was a 
little higher, and was burning off the coolness of the morning rapidly. 
 The breeze blew the tall grass and made it weave and bend. The couple 
stopped at the edge of the far embankment. His gaze affixed slightly to 
the west. Her eyes scanned the horizon trying to find what he was 
looking at. 

“Do you see it?” he nodded “that, over there” Once she saw where he was
nodding, it seemed to almost shimmer in the morning light. She caught 
her breath rather unexpectedly. He noticed. Exactly the effect he was 
hoping for. 

Not far away, maybe a three minute walk down the embankment and into the
basin below, was and old barn. It appeared to still be used 
occasionally, but the farm itself not in sight. Most likely over the 
hill beyond it, she mused. She had always wanted to make love in a 
barn, amidst the smell of hay, the fresh country air mingling with the 
scent of sex.  Never sure why it turned her on, but up until now it was 
a fantasy unfulfilled for her. Perhaps because she had always been a 
city girl, but always had a love for open spaces. Yet here was another 
example of the never-ending love she felt for him, his constant 
thoughtfulness. It had been a while since they discussed anything like 
this, but still, he remembered. She gave his hand a squeeze, and wanted 
to squeal with delight. The grin on her face set like granite. He 
turned to her and placed his arms around her waist, interlocking his 
fingers behind her. Likewise, she placed hers around his neck. 

“Every time I drove by here, I would stop and get out of the car, and
daydream about when I could bring you here. I have always remembered 
your wanting to be swept off your feet in a barn”. Kissing her gently, 
he continued, “I never want you to forget how much I love you, and to 
always know that you are on my mind. That I know and hold dear those 
things that are important to you” 

The swelling of pride and love took hold in her again, salty tears
finding their way to her eyes. Leaning forward she kissed him furtively 
then embraced him not only with her arms but with her whole heart.  
“Take me, sweetheart” she whispered against his ear. She reveled in his 
strong, reassuring embrace. Untangling, they proceeded to step down the 
slope, walking with arms around each other, toward the rustic barn. 

Adoration found him very early on where she had been concerned. Only
three steps down the slope and he had already turned his head to look 
at her. He watched as her long, dark tresses gently moved with the 
soothing morning breeze. For an instant he recalled the first time he 
ever heard her voice-- silken, calming, almost melodic. He still found 
it had a healing effect on him. He adored everything about her, felt so 
effortlessly complete with her. 

Turning his head back only took seconds, but his thoughts and feelings
made it seem much longer. With assurance and impending excitement he 
guided her toward the barn. 

Suddenly she stopped. He took half a step forward before she pulled his
hand back. Thinking there was something wrong he quickly scanned the 
area immediately around them. Her eyes caught him dead-on, captivated 
him as they always had. 

“Look at me” she said gently. His eyes, as always, couldn’t help but
lock on hers. 

“Uh oh, what’s wrong?” he replied, trying not to let his panic show. 

No reply came, just her warm, soft palms upon each cheek. Pulling his
face towards hers, she lovingly kissed his lips, eyes closed. Senses 
re-ignited, every nerve firing in unison. She spoke not a word, yet 
entire volumes were felt. As if in slow motion, she stepped back and 
opened her eyes, taking in his encroaching smile. The early morning sun 
warm upon her back, she suddenly felt his shadow upon her front as he 
pulled her toward him and hid her in his embrace. “I am in complete awe 
of you” he practically sighed into her ear. “I love you, angel”. 

He always told her he hoped she would never tire of hearing those words.
 In the last decade she had never once tired of it. Simple words, yet 
so enveloping, so warming. She always felt like everything would be 
alright when he spoke them. Again, mere seconds passed but a welcome 
eternity hung over them. 

With a huge boyish grin he suddenly stooped into a hunchback stance and
inflected his voice. “Follow me, beautiful Esmerelda” Her ensuing smile 
did more to light up the area than the sun could manage. “You’re such a 
goofball” she retorted. 

“Ah, yes” came the slightly slurred reply, “but I am your goofball”.  He
began shuffling toward the structure again as she giggled like a 
schoolgirl. 

The barn seemed to slowly roll into view, almost like a slow truck shot
in a movie. Just to the left a huge weeping willow, it’s canopy 
billowing out almost a full ten yards. Surrounding the barn, a 
dilapidated wooden fence, a comfortable companion to the tall unkempt 
grass growing around it. The same grass kissed the side of the barn, 
rubbing against wood weathered only as Mother Nature could do. 

All around the perimeter of the willow grew bright yellow daisies. 
Leaving her grasp briefly, he jogged over to the flowers. Kneeling down 
and quickly inspecting them, he carefully plucked what must have been a 
couple dozen of the flowers from the shaded earth. She stood silently, 
her skirt lightly caressed by the ever-present breeze. Rising 
methodically he spun around and started walking the twenty or so steps 
towards her, his arm outstretched, his fist filled with yellow daises 
of all sizes. Getting within a step of her, she reached out and 
accepted them. 

His empty left hand came up as he showed her his palm, non-verbally
telling her to pause. She stood there, daisies in mid-transition 
between the two of them. He reached with his left hand and slowly 
withdrew what was easily the prettiest of the flowers, while 
simultaneously releasing his grasp on the bundle he was giving to her. 

“You...” 

“Remembered?” he finished for her. 

“Yes” she said. 

“How could I forget?” He gently placed his right hand on the small of
her back to start walking the remaining distance to the barn. In the 
distance a raven cawed. 

“Do you remember the first bouquet I ever sent you?” he asked. 

“They were daisies” she stated almost reveredly. “They were beautiful.
They lasted something like three weeks. I loved those flowers” 

He smiled, talking as they strolled. “I can still remember hearing your
smile when you told me you got them, and how wonderful it made me 
feel”.  All she could do was feel completely lost in the moment. 

It had only taken little more than five minutes to reach the side of the
barn. What had just happened between here and the embankment now 
indelibly etched into both memories, both hearts. He stood in front of 
her, placing her between him and the barn. Staring directly into her 
eyes he eased towards her. She backed up carefully, yet never averting 
her gaze from his.  She felt the rough wood suddenly against her back. 
It should have startled her, but it didn’t. She watched intently as his 
left hand came up, still holding the gorgeous daisy. He slowly spun it 
between his thumb and forefinger. 

“A simple flower, yet so beautiful in its simplicity” he mused out loud.
    “But it can’t come close to you.” “Do you have any idea how much I 
love you?” he pointedly asked her. 

She felt another wave of emotion wash over her. Her throat tightening,
but in the best way possible. “I have always felt it. You don’t need to 
tell me, but please don’t ever stop telling me” she said softly. 
Leaning forward he kissed her tenderly. 

Raising the daisy up, he pointed the stem towards her right ear, slowly
sliding the flower into her hair and tucking it behind her ear letting 
it come to rest highlighted against her dark strands. Quietly he 
whispered, “Perfect”. 

Resting her wrists interlocked behind his neck, she looked around the
area and said “You know my parents are going to be ticked that we’re 
late?” Her voice hung heavy with mock disapproval. 

“Now, you know I love your family, right?” he asked. 

“Of course I do” She smiled, wondering what was coming next. 

“Okay, so you know that I say this will all due respect....” his voice
trailed off, but only for a moment. She knew something sarcastic was 
coming. Grinning, he finished his thought, “They can eat my shorts!” 
She busted up. Not quite what she expected. Then feigning hurt, she 
stuck out her lower lip and tried to frown a little for effect. 

“But I thought I got to do that” she teasingly whined. 

Placing his hands on her sides, he answered “That you do, my dear”, then
pressed himself against her, pinning her to the side of the barn. A 
gentle gasp brushed past her lips and into the now heated air between 
them. For a brief instant, she was keenly aware of every nuance around 
her. She could smell the hay in the stalls just inside the barn, feel 
the breeze as it swept over her warmed skin. It was almost exactly as 
she had always imagined it. Her pulse raced in anticipation. 

He nuzzled against her soft neck, his moan vibrating against it. She
felt the edges of his teeth teasingly nibble her sensitive skin. His 
lips slightly damp and warm behind each tender bite. Arching her back, 
she pressed her hips against his. She caught herself by surprise as she 
moaned outright. 

He traced the tip of his tongue from the bottom of her throat, up along
her neck and softly underneath her chin, stopping to lovingly bite it. 
Her lips immediately sought their own solace against his--not the taste 
of wine, but just as intoxicating. 

All of a sudden, she could feel everything at once, her senses
heightened.  The breeze sliding between her neck and the side of barn, 
the hardness of the wood, his fingers digging into her back, the cloth 
of her skirt beginning to slide up along the back of her thighs. The 
rest of the world around her disappeared and yet keenly aware of every 
detail. She felt his fingers sliding up her cheek, taking not only 
cloth but the leg of her panties up with it, putting yet more pressure 
on her ever swelling lips. She let go a gasp and an involuntary 
contraction of her fingers dug into his backside. He drove himself into 
her in an attempt to lessen her grip and depth of her nails in his 
back. He realized he’d had enough childs play. 

In one swift move, he stepped back and bent at his knees. Pulling her
from the waist he lifted her up and over his shoulder at her midriff. 
She cried out from surprise, not from fear, heart pounding so hard he 
could feel it against his shoulder. He balanced her and put one hand on 
her bottom and the other on the back of her knee. The whole maneuver 
took less than two seconds. For her, the physical elan lasted much 
longer. 

His long legs carried them through the open barn doors and into a whole
other world. Somewhere a leather strap intermittently slapped against a 
post. A couple of mourning doves fluttered from their perches when the 
pair arrived inside. To the left a ladder which led to the hayloft 
above. On the right, three stalls, currently empty. The floor of the 
barn strewn with old hay and dirt, along with the faded imprint of 
tractor tires from months prior. Towards the rear, about a dozen bales 
of hay and an equal number of feed sacks.  Draped over several of the 
bales were some saddle blankets, which appeared to have been recently 
cleaned.  Striding to a stop in front of the bales he set her down 
gently. She was still trying to gather her senses and take everything 
in, while he quickly grabbed three of the saddle blankets and shook 
them out one-by-one, laying them over the feed sacks. At the instant 
she finally looked over to see what he was doing, he wrapped his arms 
around her and tightly hugged her to him, then swiveled upon one foot 
and took two steps forward. She had given up trying to figure out what 
was next, and resigned herself to going with the flow. 

He knew from visiting his uncle’s farm countless times as a child that
such feed sacks were sturdy enough to take the punishment of boys 
jumping into them, so these would certainly serve his purpose nicely. 
He set her down again, her back to the makeshift bed and golden bales 
of hay. Dropping his hands to the small of her back, he took half a 
step away and stared at her. God how he loved her eyes and lips.  He 
loved more how she made him feel, he loved knowing she was his One.  
The corners of his mouth upturned slowly, he leaned slightly towards 
her, making her lean away. Then with one swift motion his hands left 
her back and she began to fall backwards. 

He waited only a split second to act, but it felt to her like an
eternity. Palms facing up, he deftly brought his hands against the 
underside of her arms forming a cup with each palm. As she continued to 
fall his fingertips slid against the soft skin along the length of her 
arms.  He planted his left foot securely in-between hers at the same 
moment her wrists met his hands, and he locked his grip around them. 
She stopped almost as abruptly as she had started, her long black hair 
just beginning to dance upon the edge of a blanket. He paused just long 
enough to let her understand he wouldn’t let any harm come to her., 
then bending his left knee, slowly lowered her ever so tenderly upon 
the soft blankets.. His strong upper thigh came to rest and deliciously 
press between her thighs. His gaze never left hers the whole time, so 
he could see her draw a quick breath in when he gently slid his left 
leg up so his knee was practically impaling her. 

She lay upon the surprisingly soft makeshift bed with her beautiful hair
framing her porcelain face. Her head spun with all the events that had 
only taken minutes to transpire, but already wonderfully embedded at 
her core.  She watched him move like a panther, seeming to crawl just 
inched above her pounding heart. His left hand lifting over her right 
shoulder and his right staying press tightly against her left side, 
fingers tucked between her back and the blanket.  She was mesmerized. 

Shifting his weight slightly, he lowered himself onto his left elbow,
then did the same with his right. Both elbows now resting gently 
against the tops of her shoulders making about half his body weight 
rest along her aching frame. 

He could feel her heat against the top of his knee.  She could feel the
warmth of his chest against her own, his shirt still open from when she 
had forcefully pulled the halves apart up at the car. Instantly she was 
incredibly aware of her nipples trying to pierce through her bra. He 
had begun to move up and down along the length of her body, the 
friction making her body ache, her breasts scream. 

While he was busy drinking in her every facial detail, she slid her
hands up underneath his shirt to let them slide along his firm back, 
fingertips almost not even touching him, riding just barely upon the 
surface of his skin. The effect was instantaneous....she could feel it 
against her upper right thigh. She watched his eyes close as he 
suddenly focused on the wave of pleasure that swept from his head to 
his toes. He let go a throaty moan, the type that drove her crazy. Her 
hands having reached his shoulders, she moved her fingers into the 
sleeve openings, signaling now was the time to remove the garment. 
Taking her cue, he carefully leaned fully against his right elbow as 
she held the shirt in place. 

Slowly, teasingly, he slid his arm out. She always loved to watch him
dress and undress. He wasn’t model material, but she always found 
something about him so sensual, and yes, even sexy. 

Rocking his body back to his left side, he let his forearm rest next to
her head, softly stroking her hair. Still, his eyes never broke contact 
with hers. Bending his right arm, she pulled the shirt off that side as 
well, and, gripping the sleeve tossed it above her head, neither one 
caring where it may have landed. 

As he brought his right arm back over her shoulder, she entwined her
right leg with his left, rubbing her heel against his calf. His 
body-length rubbing had ceased, but she picked up where he left off, 
allowing her hips to slightly lift off the blanket and into his waist.  
She felt his right hand come to rest on the top of her head, now 
cradled in the warmth and reassurance of his steady hands.  He moved up 
and tenderly pressed his lips upon her forehead, soothingly kissing the 
center, brushing his lips to the left-another gentle kiss-then brushing 
them to the right-another soft kiss.  He purposely tangled his fingers 
in her hair, still stroking upon her scalp with slight fingertip 
movements.  Another kiss alighted on the bridge of her nose, then to 
the tip of her nose, and ending with the slightest of nibbles there. 
Her eyes closed since she felt his fingers enmesh in her hair, she 
could feel her breath as it returned off his heated face. His own 
impassioned breathing hot with desire upon her left cheek now as he 
continued kissing softly back towards her ear. Without any thought on 
her part her hands slid along his triceps up to his shoulders, coming 
to rest, palms down against his back. Her fingertips finding purchase 
within the nape of his neck, she allowed her self to almost hang off 
his body, even though he was only within a few hairs width of her own. 

Without warning, a shock went through her system. Goosebumps covered her
body as his lips and teeth came to rest upon her earlobe, the very tip 
of his tongue tracing along the sweet curve of her ear. The turn of her 
head and the long sigh he elicited coincided with the demanding throb 
growing below. She more fully hung herself from him, her right leg now 
bent and resting upon the bottom of his ass, heel dug in firmly for 
support. 

He so much wanted to tear his pants off, but wanted this to be
everything for her. This was all for her, not for him, and he willed 
himself to make it as such, regardless of what his desire called for.  
He lovingly continued his assault upon her ear. Nibbling along the 
curvature, he placed his lips square in the middle of her ear, and made 
the softest, and yet audible of kisses, knowing full well the sounds of 
his lips parting would send a shiver down her back. He wasn’t 
disappointed. She pulled up tight against him again, making him clench 
his hands, pulling her hair slightly away from her scalp. A breathy 
“Ohhhhhhhhhh” escaped from her, causing him to sandwich her between 
himself and the blanket-covered sacks. Now the pressure against her 
breasts had reached a state of insatiability. She had to relieve the 
pressure. She had to feel her taut nipples against his chest. She 
needed to feel close to him. 

Leaning in towards his ear she whispered “Roll over”.  On command, he
wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, and in one motion 
pulled her over on top of him. She unwrapped her legs, placing her 
knees on either side of his hips. She felt ravenous.  She needed to 
shed the sundress and shed it now.  She leaned back up away from him, 
leaving him with his bare skin against the blankets. She stared and 
never said a word. 

The only thought passing through his head at this moment was how much he
still wanted...no, desired her. His undeniable feeling that she was his 
Fate never once having been called into doubt. He loved everything 
about her...her heart, her soul, her laugh, her voice, her complete 
beauty. There was no Heaven as far as he knew. He felt he was living 
it, and seeing her now did nothing but enhance that notion. She was 
glowing, so lost in his gift to her, and at the same time so in tune 
with him. He couldn’t help but smile. 

In the interim she had reached behind her and unzipped the back of the
sundress.  Now, she teased him by catching the left sleeve between her 
middle and ring fingers, letting them lasciviously glide along her 
shoulder and down her arm, taking the strap with her. Every 
excruciatingly sweet millimeter she moved revealed more of her skin. He 
wanted to throw her down and be done with all the teasing, but he knew 
this was all part of the delicious anxiety. He watched as she slipped 
the fabric entirely off her left arm, exposing her breast, which was 
still encased in the harsh whiteness of her bra. He reached up, but she 
stopped his hand mid-way. 

“Patience” she hypocritically said, “patience”.  Dismayed and incredibly
aroused at the same time, he dropped his hand down. She repeated the 
tease on her right side, mischievously grinning. Both sides of the 
sundress now lay against her sides, her smooth skin now exposed to the 
country air inside the barn. Placing her palms against her stomach she 
slid them enticingly upwards along her abdomen, fingers dancing.  She 
pressed her thighs together, squeezing his hips like a vice, then 
slowly closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her hair sliding 
against her bare back.  She let go a gentle sigh as her hands cupped 
each firm breast, and then pressed thumbs and forefingers together to 
pinch and tug her own nipples. Another groan as a wave of pleasure 
rolled through her.  She knew it was driving him wild, the telling sign 
pulsing against his pants.  She had every intention of continuing to 
taunt him, but she craved his touch as much as he craved hers.  He was 
willing, although grudgingly, to let her fully enjoy herself. 

Bringing her head back up, she peered directly into his gaze, and again
kneaded her breasts, pulling them out towards him. The fabric of the 
cotton felt confining, yet strangely wonderful against her swollen 
globes. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. 

Desire, arousal, and outright lust had finally overtaken his
sensibilities. His bottom lifted off the blanket as he swung his hips 
upward and slammed his groin into her, knocking her forward quite 
unexpectedly.  Catching her as she fell , his hands clasped against her 
sides. She braced for the fall letting her hands slap against his bare 
chest. Only fractions of a second passed until her fingers sought his 
nipples and gripped them. He winced from the mixture of pain and 
sensitivity, returning the favor by bunching her skirt up around her 
hips. They both quietly agreed the time for foreplay was over. 

Everything surrounding them became utterly unimportant. Both lovers dove
for the others’ lips, meshing together. Lips heated and wanting. Moist, 
heavy breath seemingly searing their lips, hands and fingers anywhere 
and everywhere, all thought and mechanics completely abandoned to sheer 
animalism. At the same moment, they both felt as if they would explode, 
and backed away to gather both breath and emotions. 

Quickly his eyes scanned up and down her body. The sundress hung along
her sides, albeit in disarray. He remembered buying it for her as a 
surprise present about 6 months ago. She simply mentioned she thought 
it was pretty. He knew her better than that. She really wanted it, so 
he went after work one day and bought it. No reason for it, just 
because he loved seeing her smile and seeing her happy. 

The sundress had three buttons along the side holding it on. Not
revealing of itself, but easily removed, as it was now. Methodically, 
he reached with his left hand and slowly undid each button, then 
watched as the material slipped off her and into a heap next to them. 
Her body, as he had always beheld it, was tantalizing and beautiful. 
Light streaming in between the wooden slats on the barn seemed to 
outline her, adding an ethereal quality to the woman he long considered 
his angel. Here she was now, kneeling above him, only the lacy white 
bra and high cut panties as her defense. Fingertips placed carefully 
against her outer knees, then with just the fore and middle fingers 
began sliding them up along her outer thigh, as if they were feathers. 
His touch felt electric and soft at the same time. To him, her skin 
felt like satin, and he loved holding it against his body. 

The pads on his fingertips found her hips and pressed firmly against
them, then pushed their way around, skin growing softer and much more 
tender with each millimeter, finally finding berth upon each cheek. He 
looked up at her face, her eyes were closed, arms crossed and hands 
clasping each shoulder in a self-induced embrace. He tightened his 
grip, each finger moving in unison with the others, digging into her 
bottom, the flesh warm and incredibly wonderful against his palms. Her 
mouth opened slightly and he watched her draw in a punctuated breath. 
As if her legs gave in, she fell upon him, arms uncrossing, hands 
falling and entwining in his hair. Unlatching his grip on her bottom, 
he slid his hands to either side of her back and hung on for life, and 
heart. 

They lay still against each other for a few moments, minds racing,
desires surging. Body, mind, and lust all knew what they wanted to do 
next. Bringing his hands around to her chest he gently pressed upwards 
to provide enough room to slide underneath her, and she responded. 
Kissing her on the lips, he pushed his heated breath into her mouth, 
then literally sucked hers as she tried to elicit a sigh. The 
unexpectedness of it made her nipples suddenly throb. The next kiss 
came upon her chin, then a nibble underneath her chin, the tip of his 
tongue sliding down along her warm neck, the moisture from it lingering 
in the morning air, making her increasingly damp elsewhere. The next 
sensation, his lips dancing along her collar, and soft sucking kissing 
down the center of her upper chest. Then she felt the sides of his face 
against the tops of her breasts, and without any thought one hand found 
its way to the back of his head and pressed it heatedly against her 
chest. She could sense him slowly slide underneath her as he kissed his 
way down her body. 

As if in slow motion, the tips of his fingers found their place against
each soft breast, followed by his palms, then the heels of his hands. 
Closing and gripping he could make her nipples protrude slightly, just 
enough so when he lifted his head up, he could pass his tongue against 
them, and with a nodding motion, pass over each one in rapid fire 
motion. Passing over one, he'd quickly roll towards the other, letting 
his thumb glance over the just moistened one. "Oh, God...." came the 
hushed response as she threw her head back instinctively. After several 
teasing passes, his lips settled completely around her right nipple, 
forming a wonderfully warm and tight seal. Then came the sensation of 
pulling, not from teeth, but from suction, the pressure bringing 
intense pleasure to bear, concentrated all in the small space of her 
nipple. Leaning in towards him, she gave him as much as his mouth could 
take in, feeling his tongue press her taut nipple against the roof of 
his mouth. 

Another sharp gasp. 

Then, as quickly as it began, he ended it. Releasing the suction she
felt her breast slip along his lips, but he gingerly caught her nipple 
between his teeth before it too left the confines of his mouth. 
Tauntingly, he gently bit down and tugged on it, squeezing her breast 
at the same time. Again, a mixed moan of passion and sweet sensitivity. 
This is what he loved seeing, her total immersion in the moment, her 
complete fulfillment. He would give the left breast the same attention 
later, but for the moment he gave it a squeeze and rolled the nipple 
between his fingers. 

Nibbling down along the underside of her right breast, his let his
tongue glide teasingly underneath the breast itself, wetting that nook 
where it meets the chest. His lips continued their sweet assault upon 
her stomach, drawing the soft flesh carefully between his lips and 
grazing his teeth against it. Slowly, he approached her belly button, 
and dipped the tip of his tongue inside it, pressing for effect. His 
hands having moved as he went, they were now almost perpendicular to 
her hips, coming to rest there, his fingertips resting upon her bottom. 
His lips pressing more firmly now into her lower stomach, the 
sensations beginning to make it hard for her to remain perched above 
him. 

As lips met the top of her panties, his chin could feel her heat and the
resultant humidity. Above all else, this is what he craved. He teased 
his fingers forward and down, coming to rest  where the backs of her 
thighs kissed the lowest part of her bottom. He gripped and gave a last 
slide downward between her thighs. Simply knowing what was coming made 
her drop her head and draw in a long slow breath, which exited as a 
passionate, aching moan. 

She felt his teeth gnawing against the soft cotton of the front panel. A
whimper escaped from her throat, which surprised her. All she could 
think of to say was "Please, pplleeaase". He forcefully pressed his 
mouth into her, feeling her stiffness through the panties and now 
pulsating against his lips. He sucked hard, pulling fabric and flesh 
fully against his teeth. Eagerly he rubbed his hard teeth against her 
swollen flesh, then released and pressed his tongue hard against her, 
rubbing up and down. Gyrating against his mouth, she could feel her 
honey seep from her. He took in the scent and went directly to the 
source to add its sweet taste to the moment. 

Unable to take anymore, she let her leg muscles relax and fell against
his mouth, exactly what he hoped for. Swollen lips against heated, 
searching lips, her crotch now truly wet from arousal. He drove his 
mouth into her like a bear to honey. Moving his jaw, his lips massaged 
her, moving the fabric against her skin, sending wave after wave of 
excruciating pleasure through her system. Her mouth now unable to stay 
closed from all the gasps and sighs he caused to issue forth. She 
wanted to speak, to try to express what was going on inside her, but 
all she could do was whimper. 

He moaned, and the vibration from it traveled through the crotch of the
panties and rippled through every nerve there. Grinding, writhing, he 
gave her as much as she wanted, and then some more. He loved her taste, 
her sweetness, and longed to feel it against his lips and tongue, to 
feel it literally drip down his chin and neck. For now though, this 
momentary tease would suffice. Sliding his hand imperceptibly between 
her thighs, he rubbed his middle finger heavily up and down against her 
length, making her tremble. Her sweet voice soothed the sexual tension 
like a gentle breeze. "God, baby, please, please" was all she uttered. 
He'd oblige her, but not just yet. 

Planting a last heated kiss against her wetness, he answered back "Kiss
me sweetie". Wasting no time, she uncoiled her body and stayed barely 
above him again, almost hovering. Bringing her lips to bear against 
his, she could faintly smell her own sweetness, and actually taste just 
a hint of it as well. Another sensation of seeping as her dew trickled 
against her pouting folds. 

With a gentleness only a woman could possess, and the raw emotion only
love could provide, she let her fingers slip through his hair and 
sweetly kissed his forehead. She felt his hands pressing against her 
back, urging her to lie against him. The call did not go unanswered. 
She fully sank against him, allowing her breasts to expand and they 
pressed between the two bodies. This was the sweet pressure she needed, 
the kiss of her nipples against his soft chest. She let go another warm 
breath as she kissed his right cheek and extended the rest of her body 
lengthwise against his. He wound his right calf around her ankle and 
she ground herself against him, then took his upper lip between her own 
and enticingly gripped it with her front teeth, nibbling along its 
length. 

She felt his heart pound against her heated chest, driving their
intensity further with each passing moment. Suddenly his lips closed 
fully around her mouth, followed by the delightful caress of the tip of 
his tongue tracing itself along her lips. Her moan floated from deep 
within her into his mouth, and immediately rushed to his brain. His 
hand lit upon the back of her head, supporting and gently pushing it 
against his mouth at the same time, her own hands exploring as well.  
With each breath the other took, they both felt their stomachs press 
together. Once again she picked up her to and fro motion, the fabric of 
her panties just barely touching his lower stomach, but having the same 
effect as putting a match to dry kindling. The friction didn't last 
long. He wouldn't let it. 

Taking her face into his palms, he lovingly pulled it away from his
lips, not that he wanted to....he had to. A quick kiss, then backed 
away again. 

He stared into her eyes again. She could truly feel he was looking
directly into her soul. "I love you so much, angel" he said, his voice 
seeming to hang in the still air of the barn. The affection in her 
smile and the warmth in her eyes told him everything he wanted to hear. 
"I lo..." was all she got out before a solitary finger was against her 
lips. "Let me stand up” he gently commanded. 

Placing her hands upon his chest she pushed her self up, then back,
coming to rest upon her shins, her soft panties rubbing against her 
heels. With one swift motion he was on his feet, and his hands reached 
for the button on his pants. They were stopped as her hands shot up to 
grab his wrists. She looked up and simply shook her head. Leaning up 
she kept her eyes on the button like an arrow to a bulls-eye. Deftly 
her fingers went between the soft skin of his stomach and the hem, and 
with an effortless twist the button undone. 

Unsure of what to do with his hands, he fidgeted, and she realized if he
stood there much longer it would drive her to distraction. Grasping the 
metal tab of the zipper, she spoke aloud without looking at him. 

"Put your hands on top of your head" she chided. 

"But I need to help...." he started before she cut him off. "You need to
put your hands up there or this stays right where it is". She couldn't 
help but grin wickedly, fingers still holding the zipper, unmoving. He 
finally raised his arms to form two opposing triangles, and interlocked 
his fingers, setting them to rest atop his wavy hair. She noticed how 
soft his shoulder muscles looked, and the way his upper chest made a 
soft line across his chest, just under his collar. He had managed to 
keep in shape all these years, and it still made her weak to hold him 
against her; strength and tenderness manifested in one man. God, how 
she loved him, and to think she almost lost him at one point. Pushing 
aside melancholy memories, she drew her attention back to the zipper. 

The air in the barn was country fresh, yet seemed still. Outside the
breeze blew the rough grass against the barn, the birds chirped, the 
barn door creaked occasionally as the breeze caught it. Listening 
intently, his deep breathing might have drowned out the click-clack of 
the zipper had she not been so focused on it, almost musical and 
hypnotically rhythmic as she lowered the fastener determinedly slow, 
helped along by the pressure behind it. As the clasp bottomed out, she 
heard him let go the faintest of groans as the pressure released on his 
straining member. Looking up, she made sure his hands were still in 
place, then grabbed either side of his pants and broke their contact 
with his cotton boxers. Reaching around him she pushed the waist of his 
pants down, making sure her palms brushed against his firm backside. 
She had long since mastered taking one off without removing the other, 
and preferred it that way.  He opened his eyes and looked down as she 
was sliding his pants down his legs. He marveled at her tender hands, 
her soft features.  Slowly he closed his eyes again and enjoyed the 
sensations of her touch. 

Her palms graced his calves and came to a stop at the back of his heels.
Gripping each heel one at a time, she pulled his feet through each pant 
leg, then tossed the pants aside. She leaned into his inner thigh and 
nuzzled her cheek against it, sliding it up and down along its firm 
length. Then leaning back, she fixed her focus on his right knee. Her 
lips alighting like cotton candy upon the kneecap, then audibly moving 
up along the front of his thigh. With her other hand she used her 
fingernails to tenderly rake along the back of his left leg. In no time 
she reached the bottom hem of his boxers, and allowed her slender 
fingers trespass underneath the leg opening. His skin was so soft and 
warm, and she momentarily closed her eyes and breathed deep to take his 
scent in. Aroused by the smell, inflamed by the touch. 

She tucked her fingertips between his crotch and thigh, and was rewarded
with a low groan. Delicately she drew her hand forward, letting the 
tips trail behind, dancing along his curvature and taking his pounding 
pulse. His boxers no longer draped on him, now more an obstacle than 
anything else. He felt her fingers trace softly underneath his 
stretched skin, then, wrapping around his width. The sensation was 
intensely sweet. 

Gleefully she tugged on him, pointing him in most every direction
imaginable. The light color of the boxers made it easy to follow every 
move she made, as well as revealing his true state of arousal. She dug 
her teeth into his upper left thigh, then pressed the bite firmly 
against her firm lips, letting them travel silently along the fabric. 
She closed her eyes and let her feelings complete the task at hand. 

He felt her lips as they found resistance against his hardness. He dared
not move his hands, but so wanted to. Her lips suddenly meshed the wet 
spot on the boxers against his soft and heated skin. He could hear his 
own heart pound as he felt the delicate press of his tip along the 
length of her lips. Between her touch and the feel of soft cotton, he 
could stand no more. 

Dropping his hands to either side of her head, he firmly pressed his
palms against her temples and urged her upwards. She gave little 
resistance, save to kiss and nibble quickly up his soft stomach only to 
stop at his chest. She stood there in a half-crouch, and let her tongue 
dart warmly over his sensitive nipple. Suddenly his grip pulled her 
face forward against his chest, making his nipple slide between her 
lips, where her teeth gripped gently and tongue flicked teasingly. He 
soundly exhaled, then pulled her upwards a last time, ending up in a 
pristine kiss. 

Reaching around her he expertly unclasped her bra, a feat he never
thought he would learn. The knowledge came quickly as they discovered 
how much they enjoyed the thrill of barely clandestine and spontaneous 
lovemaking. He loved to watch her breasts as they spilled from their 
confines, so sensual and perfect. She quickly discarded the bra amidst 
the other clothes and brought her arms around him, for the first time 
this morning letting her sweet skin touch his, both of them feeling the 
others pulse. She could feel his hands sliding down her back and coming 
to rest along the fullness of her bottom. Without warning he hoisted 
her up and pulled her bottom towards him, Instinctively her legs 
wrapped themselves around his waist and gripped tight, her hands cupped 
around his shoulders to hang on. Carefully he turned around putting her 
back towards a blanket-covered stack of hay bales which was, 
conveniently, waist high. Setting her down was all she needed to get 
his underwear off. 

Unlocking her legs she drew her heels up against his hips and pressed in
and down, taking the boxers with them. Stopping at his knees she 
adjusted her feet so the soles rested upon the waistband, then slid 
them the rest of the way down. She stared lustfully at his now exposed 
mid-section, enthralled with the minute movement he made up and down 
with every heartbeat. He wasted no time in stepping clear of the 
underwear. He placed his hands underneath each knee and lifted her legs 
against his ribs, then drove his fingers underneath the legging of her 
panties and out the waistband. Without forethought her hips lifted 
slightly off the blanket and with one smooth tug he was sliding them 
down her divine legs. A flip of the wrist and the panties lay in the 
same bundle as the rest of the clothes.  She couldn't help but notice 
the glaring difference between warm, damp fabric and total exposure. 

Mere seconds passed before the world melted away for both of them. For
him, nothing existed now but her absolute pleasure, and by dropping to 
his knees he meant to make good on it. His fingertips once again found 
the spot where her legs met her bottom, and he slowly drew them along 
their length, letting them draw small circles behind each knee. 
Reaching her calves he cupped each one and swung them eagerly over each 
shoulder, letting them rise as he leaned in to lovingly caress her 
stomach with kisses. Her hands found his at her sides, and she locked 
fingers with him, pulling as his head dipped further down, inching 
closer to her soaked crotch. Her hips undulated automatically, her 
entire being screaming with desire.  Poignantly his lips graced her 
aching stiffness, sending a shot of pure adrenaline through her, making 
almost every muscle contract. Her sudden gasp told him everything he 
wanted and needed to know. Teasingly he slipped his lips around her and 
ran the tip of his tongue over and around it, feeling her own lips 
swell against his chin as he did so. Pushing his chin forward he 
pressed against her groin and loved the wetness left on it. Pressing 
into her face-first he shook his head side-to-side, causing his lips to 
move her folds back and forth, her honey to quietly seep out. 

She let her fingers slip from his and rushed them into his hair. Sheer
lust made her clench her fingers, pulling his hair slightly. The 
response was immediate. 

His mouth moved down and she felt his teeth tugging at her pouting
folds. Fervently he sucked and licked, nibbled and prodded every inch 
of her wetness. His tongue seemingly everywhere, her hips grinding up 
and down against his mouth. With the swiftness of lightning, he sealed 
his entire mouth around her and sweetly dipped his tongue inside. He 
allowed it to bathe in her sweet stickiness, dragging the flat of it 
along every surface possible while simultaneously moving his nose in 
tiny circles up above.  A sigh-laden "yessssssss" was all she could 
muster, her calves pressing against his back, knees toward her 
shoulders, hands feverishly pulling him into her drenched lust. 

After a few moments of deep probing, he sucked with all his breath to
draw all her blood to the surface, then sadistically released the 
vacuum and backed his mouth just barely off of her. Skillfully 
spreading the fingers of his left hand into a V-shape, he ran them from 
the bottom of her lips, right up against them, applying tender 
pressure, up to the top and then gently moved them away from each 
other, exposing her glossy pink inside to the cooler outside air. He 
looked up along her inclined torso and could only see the bottom of her 
chin, and her chest deeply but erratically rise and fall. Closing his 
eyes he again placed the flat of his tongue on her, this time meeting 
with moist throbbing flesh. As nature intended, his tongue flexed and 
dove inside. He inhaled her wonderful scent, something he never tired 
of, and let her natural syrup coat his lips and inside of his mouth. 
Hungrily he massaged and licked, like a man possessed, until her sighs 
and feminine moans came close and quickly together. Tongue lashing 
warmly inside and out, teeth grazing upon wet swollen lips, stirring 
passion and unsatiated fever. Breathing heavily himself, his hot breath 
collided with her steaming wetness, creating the perfect conditions for 
a sexual monsoon. He opened his eyes to see her lower stomach convulse 
with small tremors, felt her heels dig into the small of his back, and 
her thighs contract and shake against his neck and shoulders. 

Her mouth hung open, gasping for air, drawing in just enough breath to
sustain her frenzied bucking. The release started slowly but rolled 
from her groin like a wave to the shore, passing over her stomach to 
her breasts then rising through her throat and exploding inside her 
brain. Every muscle gripping, every part of her body hyper-sensitive. 
She could literally feel her own honey drip between her soft cheeks as 
she came against his wanting mouth. She wanted to scream, yet only air 
and weak gutteral cries made it out. She felt his hands grip her upper 
legs and pull her writhing wetness against his face making her come a 
second time, hot and creamy, her senses leaving her momentarily as she 
seemingly blacked out. He lovingly caressed every inch of her with his 
tongue and lips, kissing sweetly and softly against her extremely 
sensitive clit. She lay there, breath coming in bursts, easing back 
into reality, feeling his body creep up along her own. He tenderly 
kissed her on the lips, her own sweet taste within it. She wrapped her 
arms around his neck and nuzzled his ear, sighing contentedly into it. 

In the quiet of the barn, she could hear only their breathing and her
own heart beat. As she returned to her senses she could feel the warmth 
of the blanket against her back and smell sex mingled with the fresh 
air. As close to perfection as she could have fantasized herself, this 
is what she always imagined. Opening her eyes, she gazed at him and 
simply smiled, then embraced him with all her being. 

They laid there for a few minutes, both absorbing this moment in time,
trying to etch every subtlety into their collective sub-conscious. 
There certainly may be other times in this place, but would only ever 
be a first time...the present moment. He kissed her very tenderly and 
with all the romance his heart could express. Amidst the fury of 
unbridled lust and passion, a moment of peace and complete fulfillment 
for the pair, Love at its most refined. 

The respite did little to quell the erotic synergy. All the while she
had been keenly aware of his hardness pressing into her upper thigh. 
She could feel his wetness on her skin, wonderfully sticky, sensually 
revealing. Placing her hand against his forehead, she gently stroked 
his hair back. He watched her lips as they parted to speak. "Are you 
ready to get going?" she teased. 

His first thought, "Are you kidding me?!?", quickly replaced with a
generous thrust against her thigh and a throaty "Oh yeah, we're going 
somewhere, alright!" 

Sinking back onto his knees, he let his hands travel seductively down
her chest, fingers splayed open to touch as much of her as possible. 
Looking square into her eyes he asked "Are you ready?" 

"For?" 

He didn't bother giving an answer. Hands slipped against her side and
palms gripped. He drew in his breath and exhaled as he pulled her 
forward while falling backwards. She had no time to tense up, he moved 
too quickly. She had the same unmistakable feeling she gets when she 
begins to dream, that falling sensation. He rolled onto his bottom and 
fell with a barely audible grunt as the feed sacks underneath gave 
under their combined weight. Her forward momentum stopped, but her hair 
flew forward, framing her soft features. 

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" was all she could think of to say, followed by a
girlish giggle. He so loved her playfulness, and her laugh always like 
a cool drink on a hot summer day. His laugh danced with hers in unison. 
He wrapped his arms around her again and held her tight, then threw his 
body weight to the left, taking her with him as they rolled over. Now 
once again, his body lay heavily but carefully against hers, and placed 
strategically in all the right places. Slowly, enticingly, he began 
sliding up and down against her groin, her lips still full and 
unquestionably slick from his ministrations. The friction instantly 
sent a wave of fire coursing through her body. 

His eyes narrowed to small slits, his voice dropping barely above a
whisper. "Reminds me of when I was a kid. Having that toy in the 
backyard. " He ended the thought with a long, intense stroke against 
her. 

"Which toy was that?" she asked, enjoying the foreplay for the moment. 

"The one where you would dive onto it", another thrust against her, like
striking a match. "You'd land on it, getting wet as you slid along the 
length of it", his words defined with similar actions. "It was so wet 
you couldn't stop sliding" he said huskily. The pressure between them 
building like rubbing two sticks together, practically generating smoke 
themselves. 

Reaching between them, she found his prodding length and took it within
her fingertips. "Ohhhhh yeah, I remember that one" she remarked, 
placing his engorged head directly upon her parting folds, sliding it 
down as if marking her territory. "Wasn't it called..." She drew it 
back up forcefully along her aching wetness, "...Slip-n-Slide?" 

His eyes closed only to focus on the warmth of her syrup against his now
pulsating shaft. "Yeah, that was it" he moaned. Leaning down again and 
kissing her, he said "God, I need you angel". His hips strained to give 
him the access he desperately needed, and she was ready to grant it. 

A gentle rustling arose from the sacks underneath her as she invitingly
spread her knees apart. Raising his hips slightly, gauging his 
direction by the give in her swollen lips, he lowered himself onto her, 
sinking fully inside her. She drew in her breath as he filled and 
gently stretched her heated flesh. Automatically her knees drew up 
towards her shoulders to give him more depth. Sliding back slowly, he 
again pressed forward and down, feeling deeper than before. Her muscles 
clamped around him, every pulse reverberating within her. She felt his 
tip slide with its firm softness along her upper wall, caressing her 
most sensitive inner spot. Each pass more exquisitely sweet than the 
last. 

Grabbing her lower calves he raised her feet towards the roof of the
barn, her thighs and soft bottom resting against his groin with each 
thrust. Slowly he extracted himself, watching as his stiffness was 
exposed with a glossy sheen. She begged him not to, but her pleas fell 
on deaf ears. Placing his tip along her pouting folds, he teasingly 
rubbed up along her now burgeoning lips, making sure to press into her 
stiff, throbbing clit. After a minute of delicious torture, he slid 
just barely inside her, just enough so she could feel it, then back out 
again. Once more, barely inside, then out again. He repeated the 
gesture several more times, making her whimper and driving her insane. 
Then on the eighth time, he slipped just the tip in as before, paused, 
then leaned forward and delved completely inside her, bringing his full 
weight to bear on her. He could feel her grab him internally like a 
vice. 

When he backed out again, she almost wanted to cry. For the next few
minutes all he did was escalate the erotic tension, decreasing the 
number of times he'd barely enter her, then increasing the full 
insertions. By the time he was done, she had soaked not only the both 
of them, but the blanket below as well. The nail marks in his forearms 
told him she'd had enough teasing and was past wanting, well into pure 
animalistic drive. Greedily she locked her ankles around his upper 
back, legs still a vertical V. He had nowhere to go but on top of her. 

His hips pumped like an oil rig, her hips rising as much as she could
muster to meet each pounding thrust. He had fully extended his arms, 
triceps clearly defined, and braced himself upwards. Each hot sigh and 
tender moan she made drove him further to the edge. He watched as her 
breasts moved in unison each time their bodies landed together. The 
sound of her wetness could clearly be heard above their labored 
panting. She tried to speak, but nothing more than unformed words came 
out, masked by physical reaction. For a full five minutes he drove, 
bringing his pace from a slow, passionate slide to a furious hammering, 
and then a brief pause, alternating his pattern. His muscles shook, his 
lungs ached, yet not a single part of him cared about anything other 
than her.  His body disagreed, and instinctively he tenderly pulled out 
and lowered himself upon her heaving chest, being sure to give her room 
to breathe. Purposely he sandwiched himself between them so she could 
feel his pulse against her pubic area. She let her legs feebly drop to 
either side of him, setting her heels against the soft blanket. Inside 
and outside she felt afire, her entire body a conductor for divine 
pleasure. Breathing heavily and slowly regaining her breath, she could 
feel her taut nipples rub and skim against his chest, causing a sudden 
chain reaction shudder. 

Her eyes still closed, she was pleasantly surprised to feel his lips
upon her forearm, baby soft kisses moving up towards her wrist. She 
opened her eyes to watch him lost in complete worship. Ever so gently, 
he let his teeth glance against her soft skin, dipping the tip of his 
tongue against the heel of her hand and then tracing it along her palm. 
The padded area just under her thumb served as a welcome place to suck 
and nibble, and then lingering with the tongue again, licking warmly up 
to the tip. The remaining four fingers rested against his cheek, a 
smile rested upon her face. He lovingly nibbled each fingertip, 
savoring each one, drawing them digit by digit between his lips and 
circling his tongue around them. Once he finished, her hand caressed 
his strong jaw and ran of its own accord down his neck and collar. 

In the respite of silence, the couple heard the breeze pick up outside.
It was just enough to wash quietly through the barn. Out of the corner 
of his eye he saw something move on the post directly behind the two 
hay bales across from them. Pure curiosity made him look up, devilish 
intrigue made him kiss her and whisper “Don’t move”. 

Standing up he carefully walked towards the post, and in seconds had the
long leather strap in his grasp. He tugged it through his palm feeling 
its sturdy softness, the leather having been broken in from plenty of 
prior use. Quickly he wound the strap around his hand. Grinning, he 
held the strap behind his back and stepped back over to her. She stared 
up at him, truly admiring his bareness. Everything was so perfect. She 
had not a thought nor care in the world. 

“Close your eyes for me” he warmly stated. 

“What are you up to?” He wanted to say, but wouldn’t dare ruin the
surprise. 

“Just close your eyes, sweetie, please. You know I won’t hurt you” 

“I know” she smiled and closed her eyes, anxiously awaiting whatever it
was. 

“Now roll over onto your knees and put your hand together in front of
you. Remember, keep your eyes closed...it’s important” She thought it a 
slightly odd request, but took delight in its newness. She complied, 
eyes closed, knees gently sinking into the blanket and feed sacks 
underneath, her wrists together in front, head tucked between her arms. 
He continued, “Remember, eyes closed, you promise?” 

“Okay, I promise.” A doubtful pause, then “But” 

“But, what?” 

“What if I do open my eyes, you know, before you say I can?” 

A moment of silence passed to feign consideration, he’d already
anticipated the question. “Well, I suppose you’ll just find out, but 
that isn’t going to happen, right?” All she did was nod. He got the 
message. 

Maneuvering to stand on her right side, he bent down and placed his left
hand against the back of her right thigh. He barely let it glide 
against her skin. Turning the heel of his hand he let his fingers 
follow as he drew it up and over her tender rear. He could hear her 
sigh into the blanket as he caressed her. Fingertips sensually weaving 
back and forth upon her back, up between her shoulder blades, then 
lovingly squeezing her neck. He knelt long enough to breathe “I love 
you” into her ear, then moved forward. 

He unraveled the strap from around his right hand and let it coil on the
blanket next to his knee, being careful to keep the end of it loose in 
his grip.  “I’m going to pick your arms up together, so don’t panic” he 
warned. He thought he discerned a weak whimper, but was too busy with 
preparations to double check. Gently, he took her wrists in his left 
hand and eased her backwards a bit to get between her and the hay bale 
in front of her. His next move would have to be swift, but gentle so as 
not to scare her. 

She could tell he was standing directly in front of her by the scent of
their combined moisture emanating from his skin. Her arms softly 
lowered as he dropped to one knee and set her hands upon it. She kept 
her eyes closed, but listened intently. She could hear rustling but 
wasn’t sure what to make of it. The factor of the unknown aroused her 
and made her heart race. Her fingers couldn’t help but wander a bit, 
finding a home against the underside of his half-erect member. 
Mischievously she drew her fingertips along the still sensitive 
underside, then captured him between the tips, and teasingly pinched 
and tugged at him, eliciting a heavy sigh. 

“Hang on, angel” he said. She grinned, although he couldn’t see it. Her
hair gracing the blanket just in front of her face. 

He finished running the strap through the twine on the hay bale. Deftly
he scooped up the free end of the strap and grasped her hands together 
again. She suddenly felt the soft firmness of the leather against her 
wrists as he quickly wound the strap around them. Cinching the strap 
securely he stood up like a rodeo contestant and threw his hands up in 
the air for non-existent judges. Nature took over and she pulled back, 
unable to move, bound by the strap to the bale. The loss of control was 
not a sensation she was accustomed to, but she found it exhilarating at 
the same time. Unable to tell if he was still there or not, she lifted 
her head and peeked at the neat wrap job. 

“Well, well, well, I see you peeked. You said you wouldn’t” he
admonished. 

“I couldn’t help it!” she pleaded, unsure as to why after having done
so. “I had to see!” 

“You PROMISED me you wouldn’t look, but you did. Such a shame” he mused,
shuffling back towards her rear. “What to do?” he wondered out loud. 

“What do you mean, what to do?” She truly didn’t think he would hurt
her, but in light of current events, she had no idea where his mind was 
racing. 

Kneeling alongside her he draped his arm over her back letting his
fingertips languish along the side of her breast, making tiny swirls 
upon her sweet skin. He pressed his body next to hers and leaned in to 
her ear. 

"I thought we had a deal?!" he half whispered. His warm breath on her
ear gave rise to goose bumps and a noticeable tingle in her hanging 
nipples. She opened her mouth to utter a response but was quickly 
hushed. 

"Nooooooo, nothing to say. Perhaps it's a small mistake, but a mistake
nonetheless." He kissed her ear warmly, simultaneously removing his 
caresses from her breast. Immediately she missed the attention, craving 
more. What came next was a total surprise. 

Hanging her head, hair still brushing the blanket, she spoke. "Honey,
what are you going to do? I didn't mean to look, I just couldn't help 
it" she offered. Another split second of silence from him that seemed 
to last much longer, then the sensation of his whole hand kneading her 
bottom. She innately leaned back against his palm giving him all she 
could. His fingers gently dug into her firm cheeks as he squeezed and 
tugged in circles. 

"I'm going to have to make sure you don't do it again" came the firm
reply. The warmth of his hand was suddenly absent from her bottom. Once 
again opening her mouth to speak, all she got out was "Hon...." Before 
she felt the pleasant sting and heard the sweet crack of flesh upon 
flesh. 

He'd brought his hand back about half the distance he could have, and
snapped his wrist the instant before his palm smacked her cheek. The 
slap made her bottom gently quiver and left a slight red mark where it 
landed. She let go a sharp gasp and swung her head up, making her hair 
fly up and onto her back. The words "Oh my God!" fell from her lips on 
a cushion of breath. Again she tried to pull back, but was restrained 
by the strap. It felt tantalizingly erotic. 

As if in slow motion, she turned her head and tried to look over her
shoulder, only to see his hand a split second before the second impact. 
CRRAACCCKK!! "Uhhhhnnmmmmmmmaahhhhhhh!" was her high pitched vocal 
reaction. A small wave of moisture was her physical response. Her lips 
again swollen to bursting, beginning to glisten in the outside air. She 
closed her eyes tightly against the sting, heatedly arousing as it was. 
He fixed his gaze on his handiwork, pleased at the reaction. Her 
renewed wetness wasn't a detail he missed, either. 

Her complete being came alive again, all senses working in overdrive.
Hormones coursed through her body, every nerve ending craving input. 
Her rear now stinging with his lovingly disciplined hand. Nipples 
straining, trying their utmost to reach the texture of the blanket 
underneath her. As she ducked her head between her arms again, her own 
scent wafted into her nostrils, sweet and slightly musky. No wonder it 
always drove him crazy. His playful voice broke her reverie. 

"Have I made myself clear?" he asked. 

"Yes, baby, yes" she whined. "Please, baby, please" she pleaded. 

"Please what, sweetie?" 

"God, you know what. Stop torturing me and let me feel you!" She
continued to practically beg, "Please....uhhmmnnnnnnn" 

He moved around behind her and placed the back of his hands against her
inner thighs, pushing gently against them. She responded and widened 
her stance. With one hand he reached underneath her rubbing his palm 
roughly against her blossoming lips, gently spreading her folds in the 
process. Her moistness coated everywhere his palm came in contact with 
it. He cradled her tenderly, moving his palm in small circles, the 
middle of his ring finger passing over her engorged clit. Her sighs and 
whimpers increased exponentially as he rubbed. Drawing it back to rest 
against her bottom, he softly parted her lips with his middle finger 
and gracefully pushed his hand forward again, gliding inside her 
velvety wetness. His other hand caressed and kneaded her warmed rear 
while his finger probed and danced inside her. He leaned in towards her 
bottom letting her feel that he was once again at attention. She pulled 
at the strap, but it wouldn't give way. Only enough slack to allow her 
to undulate her hips against his swollen head. She could take no more, 
she needed relief.... needed him desperately. 

"Please, baby, pleeeeeeaaaaase" she exhorted loudly. "In me, in me
now....please!"  Her voice left no questions. 

Removing his finger from within her, he grasped himself, her dampness
making his hand slide easily along his length. One smooth stoke was all 
he needed to stoke the flame. Placing his head against her, he again 
rubbed it along her pouting lips, stopping only to draw a couple tiny 
circles against her clit, then unmercifully pressing forward. He was 
rewarded with another moan of ecstasy. 

Moving her knees up gave her a little more flexibility, more room to
move forward and back, up and down. She wouldn't allow any teasing this 
time. She ached for deliverance from the sexual tension, yet longed for 
the delirious throes of passion and unmitigated lust. He made the 
mistake of pausing as he pressed his tip against her entrance, and she 
forcefully dropped down upon him, effectively slamming him into her. 
She would not be denied. Not this time. 

Taking his cue, his hands found her hips, fingers securely gripping her
sides. He wanted to tame her wildness, she wanted raw intensity. The 
battle of wills would prove draining to both. 

Swinging his hips backwards, he slid almost fully out, and she again
pressed back against him. The feeling of her urgency combined with her 
total saturation drove him over the edge. Arching his back, he began an 
unrelenting assault within her. Pulling her on, pushing her away, the 
next tug forceful enough to create sound as the bottom of her rear and 
his pubic area met. Repeated hammering, the friction of his long, 
thorough drives making her seep and literally drip. Forearms and biceps 
worked in tandem with his hips and abs to completely fulfill her. She 
used the restraint of the leather to pull when he pushed, and the 
physics of her stance to carry her weight backwards when he pulled. He 
felt incredibly huge inside her now, probably because she was so 
swollen and wet. She entreated every pubic muscle to grip him, to 
create more friction with each deep stroke. Within minutes their 
breathing matched, only punctuated by throaty grunts and groans as the 
intensity rose. He watched her bottom heave and wonderfully shake each 
time he landed upon her groin. Likewise she awaited then relished each 
time his scrotum swung and slapped against her screaming clit. His 
length touching every surface inside her. The piston motion seeming to 
generate sparks within her, the heat within her beautifully searing his 
entire throbbing hardness. He swung back and she pulled forward. She 
leaned back and he pulled into him.  For a full ten minutes they 
slipped every bond with reality and wrapped each other in rapture. 

Reaching around and underneath, his left middle finger found her tender
button, and the second he touched it she jumped, letting go a rising 
"ooooohhhhhhHHHHH!". The right place at the right time, and he could 
tell by her response. Wasting no time, he began making tiny figure 
eights upon it, sending an endless stream of pulsing, building shocks 
through her. She could feel it coming, like a dam ready to burst. 

"Yesssss, oh GOD YESSSSSS!!!! Right there!!! Mmmmmmmmmm, Ohhhh GOD..."
she blurted. Shifting gears slightly he changed to small flicking 
motions, alternating with tiny circles. The feeling welled up from deep 
inside her, an orchestrated cacophony of hormones and straining 
eroticism. She bucked wildly, almost uncontrollably. He managed to stay 
inside, still pressing into her, trying to pull her release from 
within. Her entire body began tingling, quickly evolving into a sweet, 
seductive burn. Then it burst upon her. Every muscle contracted, long 
gasps of air with each spasm. Honey washed over and around him, 
literally coating him and both of their groins. She squeezed him tight 
inside without even trying. Exclamations spouted from her as she 
exploded intensely. The sweet romance of Desire and the physical 
release of orgasm had their way with her. Her eyes shut amidst the 
waves of pleasure, feeling each minute splash of relief as it rippled 
through her. In all her recollection, she couldn't recall it having 
ever been so gripping, so strong. 

Needing to catch his breath, he bent over and leaned against her back,
still enveloped inside her. She too leaned back into his lap to give 
her thigh muscles a moment to recover. He brought both hands around her 
and fully embraced her to him, letting her feel his heart pound in his 
chest. Still lost in desire, absorbed by love, he laid his head against 
her shoulder, breathing as if he'd just run three miles. 

Her breathing came labored as well, breasts swaying gently as her chest
heaved to take in oxygen. She rubbed her crotch against him, gripping 
and pulling him inside. Her passion lost for the moment only to the 
need for air. She closed her eyes and cleared her mind, allowing 
herself to absorb every detail of the moment.  Having somewhat caught 
his breath, he mustered enough air to breathe a winded "I love you so 
much" past her ear. He didn't need to say it. She felt it. 

Slowly he lifted his weight off her back, still breathing deeply but not
as oxygen deprived. Closing his eyes he briefly focused on how good it 
felt to just be one with her, so uncompromisingly right. Lovingly he 
allowed himself to sweetly caress her from within. Slowly gliding back 
and forth, immersing himself in all of her sensuality. He caught her 
low moan even as she was still trying to come back to reality. Tenderly 
he slipped out, then rubbed along her soft cheeks, sliding easily from 
her drenching just moments before. Crawling forward, he carefully 
unlashed her from the hay bale, and let her roll over into his arms. 
Pulling her up, he kissed her full on the lips and brushed her hair 
from her eyes. Nothing but pure contentment painted on her face. 
Lustily, she reached down and encircled his shaft with her fingers. 
Methodically she pumped up and down, delighting in the combined 
hardness and wetness. Again they kissed, and she gave a loving squeeze 
to his uprightness. She leaned against his chest and nestled her face 
within his neck. "I love you, honey", she blissfully whispered. "I 
adore you, angel", was his heartfelt reply. 

"It's your turn now" she offered. 

"I have one more thing in mind", he said, grinning. 

"Oh my God, you must be joking! After all that?" 

"This all began as my gift to you. It has been for you all along, and
will still be, sweetie." His words not meant to be penetrating, yet she 
felt them much deeper than she could express. So connected, so 
complete, so much in love. Time had done nothing to them if only prove 
that true Love lives not just in the heart, but resides alongside in 
the soul as well. "I can't imagine what you've dreamt up next", she 
wondered aloud, his abject desire still evident in her grasp. 

"When I found this place, I was curious about what was in here. Was it
abandoned or always in use? The only way to find out was to 
investigate" He stood to stand up, taking her with him. As she stood 
her legs initially felt rubbery, but she remained upright.  He took her 
hand and led her forward as he continued. 

"Everything then was pretty much as you see now, except for the blankets
and the number of hay bales." They stepped barefoot around the end of 
the stack, and strode towards the back of the barn. As they approached 
the rear wall, she could see a gap between the bales and the wall that 
couldn't be seen from directly in front. "As you can see, there is a 
little more here than meets the eye", he said, eyes seeming to twinkle 
when she looked at him. As she turned to look she noticed a large, 
beautiful saddle sitting upon a saddle-horse. It was intricately tooled 
with great care, and appeared to be well cared for. The stirrups hung 
lazily from the saddle seat. 

Suddenly she knew what his intentions were. 

Putting his left foot in the stirrup he stood up and swung his right leg
over the saddle, settling in as comfortably as he could against the 
smooth leather. Taking her hands in his, she put her right foot on his 
left and swung her left leg over the saddle horn, coming to rest 
directly against his lap and still very present arousal. 

Putting on her best Mae West impression she said "I thought I'd come up
and see ya sometime", polishing it off with a demure grin. 

"Well purdy lady, I'd be right obliged if you'd take a ride with me", he
countered. 

Shifting her hips to rub against him, she let his tip slide fully along
her crotch. "How could a lady resist a naked man in a saddle?" 

Balanced in his lap, now he could let his hands wander. He wasted little
time in cupping both her breasts in his palms and gently pushing them 
together, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples simultaneously. She 
arched her back towards him, causing his erection to slip further down 
as her hips move backwards. She swooned as he pressed his own hips 
forward and began kissing and running his tongue over her nipples at 
the same time. He rapidly turned his head side-to-side caressing her 
breasts with liquid hot kisses, tugging her tight-as-a-drum nipples 
between his teeth. The gentle pressure of her breasts being pushed 
together only added to the sensitivity. He continued for almost a full 
ten minutes, tongue darting and dancing left to right, pausing only to 
press taut buttons between tongue and roof of the mouth. During the 
whole time, she had reached between them and begun soothingly, 
deliciously rubbing him up against her own throbbing sex.  As luck 
would have it, the same moment he pushed his warm, damp tongue between 
her breasts she placed him at her opening and urged her hips forward, 
timing his entry with the warmth of his tongue sliding between her 
breasts. Both man and woman moaned seductively. The ride was just 
beginning. 

Relinquishing his hold on her chest, his hands swiftly dropped around
the small of her back and pulled towards his stomach. Her smooth thighs 
slid gracefully along his until her body could go no closer. She locked 
her thighs against him like vice grips while rotating her bottom, 
causing him to rub along her front upper wall, like flint against a 
rock. Erotic sparks flew inside her, the heat created by friction 
absorbed like a sponge by his buried staff. Already he could feel the 
saddle becoming damp. 

Reaching behind her back she groped for the saddle horn and gainfully
hung on to it for balance and leverage. Now she could lean back 
slightly and thrust her hips forward with abandon, thrilling at the 
sensation of control and unrestrained passion. She seemed to find 
renewed strength with each heated shove, letting go a little more with 
each one. She could feel her thighs barely come off of his only to slap 
back down again, then again only slightly more, then slam down. Her 
whole body seemed to be one fluid motion, every sinew and nerve in 
tune. Hands braced against the saddle horn, shoulders pressing her 
lower body down and away, pressing him further inside her. Inner 
muscles massaging him, feeling every nuance and pulse. Thighs keeping 
him in position, gripping with tender flesh against tender flesh. The 
saddle horse creaked with their lovemaking. 

The pressure and sensation created by her gyrations was having the
desired effect on him. He moved his hands from the small of her back 
and gripped her sides, helping drive her onto him, like a hammer to a 
nail.  The leather of the saddle showed little forgiveness, but at 
least it was soft and fit snugly against his bottom. He extended his 
legs, setting his feet into the stirrups to give his hips added 
rigidity, thighs rubbing to the point of chafing against the lower part 
of the saddle. He began to throw himself into her, watching as each 
upward thrust made her breasts bounce and hair shake. Once again his 
breathing turned to gasping, as did hers, whirling into a puree of 
audible eroticism with the creaking saddle horse, their exertions and 
exclamations of desire, and the distinct sound of bodies melting 
together. As his time drew near, he could feel his passion rising, 
letting it manifest itself in physical form. He gave her everything he 
had, hands now along her sides, lifting and dropping her onto him. She 
moved mostly in and out, while he took care of the vertical rise and 
fall. Together they were so heated, so passionate, so lost in each 
other. Individually, they were meant for and needed one another. The 
Circle complete and perfect when conjoined. 

He had a sudden flash of clarity amidst all the fury. Timing her
motions, he waited until she was on a down swing, then scooted back and 
barely upwards towards the rear rise of the saddle. The effect was 
incredible. 

Her eyes having been closed, she didn't see him adjust his position, so
when she went down again she fell directly upon the saddle and meshed 
perfectly with him, groin to groin. Her upper thighs resting now 
against his hips. His tip suddenly rose further inside, creating air 
pressure the same way a speaker moves the air to produce a sound wave. 
The same wave washed over every nerve, making her head reel and pulse 
quicken. Bending slightly at the elbows she used her upper arms more to 
push her whole body into his, driving both of them closer to the 
inevitable edge. 

Their intent movements continued to sheath and unsheathe him from within
her. Wonderfully hot and sticky honey seemed to cascade around him and 
coat their searing bodies. The renewed depth drove him to try each time 
to touch the top of her. Eyes shut, muscles beginning to scream for 
rest, lust overriding everything. Over and over they collided, each 
wanting, drawing passion and strength from the other. She felt him 
literally throb against her soaked walls, he felt her gush with every 
mini-release. The moment happened swiftly upon both of them. 

Between gasps of air he throatily declared "Sweetie, please, with me..."
followed by two masculine grunts from and equal number of thrusts.  
"Yes, oh yes, right there....so close, yes baby!" she practically 
stammered.  On the cusp of mutual release, both of them ground heavily 
into the other. 

Pushing herself off the saddle horn she leaned upright and threw her
arms around his neck, now completely seated in his lap with him firmly 
ensconced inside. Their stomachs pressed together as breathing became 
increasingly heavy, her breasts sandwiched hotly between them, nipples 
achingly rubbing with each bounce. She leaned into him and whimpered 
affections telling of her impending orgasm. Likewise he firmly wrapped 
his arms around her, forearms bracing her back, hands cupped over her 
shoulders to press her down. The sounds and wet sensations finally 
overcame them both. 

Starting like a reverse continuous ripple, it began from the bottom of
his quadraceps with its opposite side at the small of his back, 
progressing and gathering steam as the invisible circle closed in on 
his sweltering groin. The pressure and intensity like nothing he 
recalled before. The wave continued building like a circular pyramid, 
each level sharing a higher and heavier moan than the prior one. 
Everything in him contracted and spasmed. 

Empathetically she shared his bliss. Dual fires burned from outside and
within. Her release found its origin just above her pubic area, 
spreading outward as any explosion would. Mouth hanging open, drawing 
air in to satisfy her deprived lungs, panting and gasping as if she'd 
just gone 10 rounds in a ring. Each exhalation carried upon it a low 
groan of unmistakable ecstasy. She bucked and writhed all she could, 
wanting to feel every possible inch of him. With a rush she'd never 
known before it hit her like a flash flood. 

He dropped his hands to her bottom, digging his fingers into her flesh. 

She sank onto him for the last time, clenching tightly to his inflamed
hardness. 

He slammed his eyelids shut, arms affixed around her in a strained
embrace. 

Her last breath seeming to hang in the air as she sexually detonated. 

The couple erupted into elegant chaos. Her own sweetness ebbed and
flowed with his as he pushed one last time into her and sent a stream 
of built-up tension screaming against her throbbing cervix. The 
resulting internal splash took both of them by surprise. He felt her 
honey sheeting down along his length, dripping everywhere it could. She 
felt him convulse two more times, both times feeling him leave more of 
himself within her.  All space and time seemed to stop for just that 
moment. Both of them absorbed and overtaken by consuming passion and 
desire. 

Exhausted, yet entirely fulfilled, they sat on the saddle. Limbs
entwined, hearts pounding, equally speechless. Neither one dared move, 
both savoring the moment. He was still inside her, throbbing less but 
the sensitivity increasing. It felt warm and so wonderful. For her, the 
physical began to simmer and her emotions took hold. Still not having 
fully caught her breath, she gently leaned back and kissed him. 

"I...", another kiss. "Love...", again. "You", and a gentle nibble. She
stared into his blue eyes, and could see them tearing up, his emotions 
one of the things that attracted her to him. Gently sliding off him, 
she sat on the saddle with him, holding his hands in hers. "I don't 
know for how long you'd planned this, or what you thought would 
happen...", she paused, feeling slightly choked with pure heart. "But I 
want you to know, it was so much more than I had ever dreamed of. 
Everything." She motioned with her head, her black hair gently swaying 
as she did so. Kissing him again, she continued. 

"You always surprise me. I remember how you always promised to make me
happy, and", hanging her head, "how I told you I wasn't sure anyone 
could, but you have." He saw a tear slowly caress her cheek. He lifted 
her chin tenderly with his finger and quietly asked her to proceed. She 
started to speak, then stopped, then started again. 

"I know how your heart ached, because mine did too. Once I finally gave
you the chance, you proved you were right. Unfailing in your caring and 
warmth, you've always been able to feed me what my soul needs, what my 
emotions crave. I love you so much. " 

He sat motionless for a moment, just looking into her spellbinding eyes.
Placidly he took both her hands in his, placing her palms together then 
encircling them with his own. Softly he gazed at their hands, clasped 
together, then raised his eyes to meet hers, and began his reply. 

“Angel, every time I see a sunrise I think of you, and of my opportunity
to love you for another day. Every time I see a star twinkle, or a 
rainbow softly float into view, my thoughts turn to you. Every night I 
dream, I dream of you.” He swallowed hard, suddenly enslaved by his 
hearts outpouring. A smile stole upon his lips, a slight quiver within 
it. 

Removing his left hand he made a wide circling motion, “All this was for
many reasons, simple and complex. But mostly it was because of 
something I vowed I would always give you, and I have always tried to 
live by it”.  He halted, letting his words sink in, then took her right 
hand and lovingly opened it. He tenderly took her wrist and guided her 
palm over his heart. She felt it beating, sure and strong. “My unspoken 
promise, my vow to you has been for Romance, Mystery, and Magic. This, 
what happened here this morning, wasn’t so much planned as it was hoped 
to be all those and more.” He let her hands go, reaching up to let his 
fingertips slide down her temples and wind up cupping her face in his 
palms. He caressed his lips against hers, then held his face within an 
inch of hers. 

“This may have been your dream, but You....You are my dream. My heart
made a wish for you, and here you are.” He smiled and caressed away a 
tear from her cheek with his thumb. “In ten years I don’t think I’ve 
said I love you near enough times, and I may never be able to, but 
always know that I do.” He whispered the last word, “Always”. 

Outside all that had changed was the position of the sun. Inside the
barn, two souls melted together as one fated heart. The rest of the 
world unaware of their early hour tryst, but both of their worlds 
forever affected more than anyone would ever know. 

With a touch as soft as satin, he let his fingers slide along her neck,
down along her shoulders and tracing her arms. Taking each of her hands 
in his, he raised them to his lips and gave each one a decidedly 
heartfelt kiss. Hesitantly he released his hold and placed his hands on 
the saddle seat, swinging his right leg over and down, quickly followed 
by his left foot releasing the stirrup. Carefully she swung her left 
leg over and sat sidesaddle. He looked up at her, mentally noting she 
seemed as radiant as ever, and that the daisy was still laced in her 
hair. He gently helped her down as she slid off the saddle. 

“I imagine it’s good for the leather”, he said with a snicker, pointing
to the mixture of natural oils and wetness on the seat. “It certainly 
can’t hurt” he mused. She just rolled her eyes. Such a male thing to 
say. The pair eased their way back around the hay bales on aching legs. 


Briefly he stood in place, looking at her glistening body. Only then did
he really take note of his own perspiration. “Umm, sweetie?” he said. 

“Hhmmmm?” 

“Two things”, he offered. 

“Okay, and those are???” 

“Number one, we are going to catch hell from our parents for missing
breakfast” He bent over to collect their clothes. 

“To say the least, and two??” she asked. 

“Well, I personally could use a refreshing shower. Bad enough to
completely miss a planned event with them, but to show up in our 
condition, let’s just say it would be a severe breach of etiquette.” 

She stood with her arms crossed, not ashamed to be nude in his presence,
but feeling a little unnatural in a strange barn, just standing there. 
“So where do you propose we clean up? I don’t see any shower stalls 
around here.” 

“I have a hunch”, he added dryly. He picked up one of the unused
blankets. 

On his prior inspection of the barn, he’d given the structure a pretty
thorough once over. Gathering all the clothes under one arm, he waved 
her over next to him. Taking her hand her leaned over and kissed her. 
“Follow me” was all he said. They strode forward on newer legs than 
they arrived on. 

Carefully they walked barefoot to the far corner of the barn and exited
through a Dutch door. The light made them both squint.  Once her eyes 
adjusted she could see the length of hose leading up and around the 
side of the barn. Attached to the end was a very large shower head. 
Conveniently enough there was a long bar secured to the barn. Sitting 
neatly against the side of the barn was a long bench. She gracefully 
but cautiously stepped around the corner to look. Filling her view, as 
tall as the barn itself, was a water tower, an old logo long since 
faded clinging to its side. She stepped back around the corner to find 
him draping their clothes and the blanket over the bar. 

“Why do you suppose the bar is there, and this shower head?” she asked
him. She figured he’d know since he spent time on his family’s farm as 
a boy. 

“This is where they bathe the horses. The water is gravity fed from the
tower. The bar here is to tether the horses.” 

“Well, I should have figured that one out” She sounded frustrated with
her self. 

“It’s okay sweetie, Only reason I know is because of my uncle’s place”
he calmly answered. “The water may be a little cool, angel, just to 
warn ya” 

“Then you go first” she said with an impish grin. 

“I have a better idea” he added. “Join me” He beckoned her under the
shower head. Hesitantly she came forward, bracing herself for the sting 
of cold water. He reached up and carefully removed the daisy from her 
hair, setting it gently upon his shirt, which hung over the bar. With a 
flip of the water valve it began to gently stream over their sticky 
bodies. The cool water felt good, refreshing, not cold at all.  Each 
stream coming from above carried its own musical signature, falling 
with either the softness of a snowflake upon skin or with the lilting 
babble of a stream upon the stones below. 

Both of them stood beneath the liquid umbrella, letting water cascade
over them, washing away the residue of their passion. Tenderly he 
brushed her tresses back out of her face and kissed her in the 
makeshift rain. Inwardly he recalled that was another fantasy of hers, 
something he needed Mother Nature’s help with, and would be fulfilled 
another time. 

Leaning back slightly he simply watched the water roll and sheet over
her skin. Small rivulets running between her breasts, tiny waterfalls 
spilling over each nipple. The water danced its way down her stomach 
and hurriedly along her legs, only to finish its course upon hard rock 
underfoot.  He lovingly caressed her body with the running water, 
helping to revive and freshen every inch of her, his own personal Holy 
Grail. 

Likewise, she ran her hands from his shoulders, down along his upper
arms, gently massaging them. Letting her fingers flex independently, 
she hand-washed his chest, fingertips dancing and pulling up on his 
pecs. Grabbing his shoulders, she urged him to turn around, and he 
complied. Swirling her hand in circles she rinsed his back and gave 
extra attention to his firm and wonderfully tight bottom. She couldn’t 
resist giving a playful squeeze, making him jump slightly. Then she 
reached between his legs, from behind, and softly helped the cool flow 
rinse off his groin. She allowed her palm to dawdle there for an extra 
moment longer than necessary, with no argument from him. Turning around 
again, he held her close, so to the casual observer they appeared to be 
as one. 

“Feel better now” he asked above the water’s din. 

“Much” was her reply with a smile. 

He reached over and again flipped the valve. The slight breeze suddenly
reminded him why he brought the blanket. Yanking the blanket from the 
bar, he turned to see her covered in goose bumps. He moved quickly to 
open the blanket and throw it around her shoulders, thinking nothing of 
the rapidly less-than-warm breeze trying to nip at him. The blanket 
almost wrapped around her twice. 

“C’mere” she motioned. Opening the flap of the blanket she drew him in,
letting him close the fabric around both of them. Together they sat on 
the weathered bench, feet resting on the washed rocks. She warmly 
kissed him, and said thank you. That’s all he needed or wanted. Her 
kiss, her closeness, her thoughts. 

The morning had gone far better than he ever anticipated. Here he sat,
next to his wife, his heart personified. His senses drank everything 
in, soaking up the environment like a sponge. Watching. Listening. 
Touching. Feeling. Seeing. Believing. No shadow could ever get close 
enough to cloud the perfection of the morning. Looking around he 
searched for some way to mark it, some manner to show they had been 
here, loved here. 

Staring at the yard in front of them, he could see the dark outline of
the weather vane on top of the barn as it weaved back and forth in the 
breeze. A thought flashed into his head. Glancing over her right 
shoulder he could see the sunlight warming the side of the barn. A 
boyish grin stole across his face. Throwing off the blanket he 
practically lunged for his clothing. 

“Honey, you okay?” she asked, startled. 

Stepping into his boxers, he assured her he was fine. His smile told her
something was up. “What are you up to now? What’s the rush?  C’mon, 
tell me!” she pleaded. She gave him her best sad eyes, “Please?” 

“Nuh uh, not yet.” He threw his arms through the sleeves of his shirt,
not bothering to button it up. ”I’ll be right back, I promise. You stay 
right here and get dressed.” He damn near put on both pant legs at the 
same time. 

She began to think they were going to get busted trespassing. “Did you
hear something? What??” Panic crept into her voice. It struck him as 
funny. 

“No angel. Everything is fine. Just something I want to do real quick”
Landing on the bench again he made fast work of putting on his socks 
and shoes. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. “I’ll be right 
back” 

He was already off at a trot before she got out “Okay”.  She watched as
his shirt billowed in his wake. Whatever it was, he was certainly 
excited. She turned her attention to blotting her hair and wiping away 
the last of the water, then got dressed. 

His feet made the earlier walk a lengthy memory. As he approached the
weeping willow, his eye caught something he hadn’t noticed before. He 
hadn’t passed it from this angle before. Coming to a stop he shaded his 
eyes and peered again to be sure. Yep, that’s what he thought.  An 
unexpected but most welcome surprise. Smiling again, he jogged back up 
the embankment to the car. 

When he first began making business trips between cities, he needed a
map to learn his way around. The maps for this part of the country 
being far more involved, he needed to use a magnifying glass to make 
out some of the detail. He had moved from a far different area and 
hadn’t the slightest idea of how to navigate around this part of the 
country, but he loved its lushness, so much greenery. All the more 
reason he’d get his butt chewed for missing breakfast. Mom and Dad had 
flown in to visit. Maybe they’d go easier on him. They had been for 
more understanding since they saw with their own eyes how happy he had 
become. 

He made his way around the far side of the car and fumbled with the keys
in the door lock. He didn’t even bother taking the keys out. Flinging 
the door open he dove for the glove compartment. With an audible thud 
he caught his head on the door frame. A slew of explicatives spilled 
from his mouth as he cursed his own carelessness and cradled his head 
in his hands. This time he slowly sat down on the seat and opened the 
glove compartment. Still rubbing his bump, he rummaged through the hold 
and found what he was looking for. He shut the compartment door and 
carefully stood up and out of the car. Locking the door again, he 
closed it, then started a light jog back down to the barn. 

The jaunt back down only took about a minute, but she wasn’t there when
he arrived. He noticed the blanket was gone, as were her clothes, so 
she must have gotten dressed. Walking back over to the corner of the 
barn he knelt down and brandished the magnifying glass. This was his 
milieu as a boy, he brought wood burning to an art form. Skillfully he 
adjusted the beam of light until it became a pinpoint against the lower 
corner of the barn. It was soon followed by the unmistakable scent of 
smoking wood. He began to transfer his simple design onto the barn with 
slow, deliberate moves. 

She came out of the barn through the same Dutch door and stood in the
door frame scanning for him. She found him crouched down by the corner 
of the barn, his back to her. He seemed intently focused. She tip-toed 
very carefully to the bench and sat down, smoothing her dress under her 
bottom. He never heard her. She thought she detected the smell of 
something burning, but passed it off because it was so light a scent. 
Whatever it was he was doing she didn’t dare disturb him. 

His hands and arms seemed to barely move. The heated spot of light
whimsically left a trail of carbonized wood in its wake. He couldn’t 
even tell he had his tongue between his lips as he concentrated. He 
rolled the glass by the slightest of degrees to and fro keeping the 
focused beam moving along his desired path. Slowly his thoughts took 
shape in the seared wood. Within ten minutes he was done. Leaning up, 
he admired his simple work, and hoped she liked it. Sure it could be 
construed as defacing property, but it was for love, and relatively 
obscure in relation to the whole barn, More importantly it was for her. 


He rose without removing his gaze from the object. As he turned to go
find her he almost ran her over. Impulsively he slapped his hand over 
his heart. 

“Jesus, you scared the Hell out of me!” he blurted out, his heart
slowing back down to it’s normal rate almost as quickly as his 
adrenaline had pushed it up. 

“Sooooooo, whatcha got there?” she asked trying to peer over his
shoulder. She hadn’t seen the magnifying glass. Taking note, he 
non-chalantly slipped it into his side pocket. 

“Cover your eyes, sweetie” 

She smiled as she placed her fingers over her eyes. “No peeking!” he
scolded. “Ohh, alriiiigght.” She feigned exasperation. Stepping around 
her he placed his hands on her shoulders, guiding her forward a few 
steps. 

He reached around her and gently pulled her hands away.”There.” 

Immediately her heart was touched. She beheld the simple outline of an
angels wings, its head formed by her initials in a circular shape, a 
small halo tilted above it. In its grasp it held his initials, in much 
smaller letters, placed over the heart. In careful script letters 
underneath he’d burned Mi Sueña—Spanish for “My Dream”. Without even 
knowing it, she’d lost her breath. 

The tremors were slight. As she thoughtfully placed her delicate
fingertips upon her lips she could feel them shake, producing rapid, 
cotton-soft taps against them.  She had felt him brush up next to her 
when he stepped to her side. She turned her head and did nothing more 
than peer into his eyes, then knelt down to take a closer look. Her 
eyes followed every line, capturing every detail. The whole thing was 
only about the size of her open hand, she noticed. With still trembling 
fingers she reached out and set the tips of her fingers to it, tracing 
in slow motion every single line, every letter.  A hundred thoughts 
careened through her mind but she couldn't put a single one to words. 
This simple gesture now became a part of the scenery of this place, a 
graphic representation of their presence. She suddenly felt like a 
little girl on Christmas morning. His gift bigger than anything 
material, wrapped with a bow of invisible but tangible love. Placing 
her entire palm against the angel, she began to cry. 

He'd stood in place, watching her absorb it all. He could literally feel
her emotions, even as he stood two steps away from her. They had always 
shared a wonderfully deep connection, a correlation surpassing simple 
intuition or logic. It certainly didn't fail him now. He knew she was 
crying before he heard the first sniffle. Quietly he knelt next to her 
and placed his left arm around her shoulders. She laid her head against 
his soft shoulder and gently wept. Adjusting his body, he drew her 
entirely against him and cradled her, letting the ambiance envelop 
them. Like a careful artist, he delicately stroked her hair with his 
hand and whispered a tender "I love you" in her ear. 

Judging by the sun's position and the lay of the shadows it cast, he
guessed it was around 8:30 or so. The sky was an airbrushed blue, 
kissed with cotton candy wisps of clouds. Gently he reminded her that 
they needed to get on the road again, and she nodded in agreement, then 
hugged him tightly once more. Silently she smiled at him, eyes still 
moist but full of the emotion he always loved seeing. Together they 
stood up and brushed themselves off. She took one last look at the 
gift, burning it into her mind. He glanced at it, but stared 
unabashedly at her, watching the sun alight in her hair, her aura 
casting its own invisible glow around her. Grasping one another's 
hands, they began the short stroll back to the car. 

Seemingly every few steps she'd turn around and look at the barn, as if
she didn't want to leave. Only a short time ago it was simply a barn, 
an unknown structure in the middle of nowhere, something she shared no 
connection with at all. Now, it had the feeling of a tender embrace. 
Now she had an almost inordinate connection to it, and she found she 
didn't want to let go. It didn't take but a moment for her to 
understand that she didn't have to. Squeezing his hand a little 
tighter, they continued strolling towards the weeping willow. 

"Hey", he said, tugging on her arm. "Look at this." Anxious to show her
what he had found, he picked up his pace for a few steps. They came 
around the far side of the tree, and she stopped in her tracks again. 

Hanging from a sturdy limb was a makeshift swing. Clearly it didn't get
used much, and by its placement hung there to provide a place to lazily 
enjoy the view. Long leather straps hung from the limb, wound like rope 
upon each other for strength. The seat came from an old tractor, 
weather-beaten but still a faded red color. Underneath it, a small 
patch of matted undergrowth where feet had kicked and pushed to put the 
swing in motion. Everything felt almost too surreal to her. The swing 
was a detail she had mentioned long ago when she discussed her fantasy 
with him. It seemed to be a small detail, but sort of the perfect 
out-in-the-country type touch she had always imagined...and here it 
was. She turned to face him looking mildly incredulous. 

"Okay, is this some type of Fantasy Island thing you set up? I expect 
Mr. Rourke and Tattoo to come out from behind the tree any second now." 
She was half-serious. It was all too good, too right. 

"I tried to get them to show up, but contractual demands kept Ricardo
Montalban from making it, oh, and Herve Villachaize is dead", he 
shrugged. 

"Sweetie, I didn't even see the swing until just a few minutes ago, but
the instant I saw it I remembered it was part of your fantasy." Her 
pause made him uncomfortable. 

"It's just that its been so beautiful", she said,  "as if every detail
had been planned out in advance." 

Another thoughtful pause. 

"I never dreamed it would happen, and now that it has its been beyond
anything I ever imagined. That's why I mentioned Fantasy Island. 
Remember how every little detail was considered and included in every 
guest's fantasy?" 

"Yeah, that was pretty cool." He couldn't help be feel a little
dispirited by her perceived disillusionment. She heard it in his voice. 


"Awww, honey, please don't think that I'm not grateful for everything
here, I really am!"  She felt like she'd taken candy away from a child. 
"Its all been so perfect, and that throws me, that's all. I'm sorry 
honey." 

"The only thing I had planned was simply getting you here. All I wanted
was for you to be happy with it. Everything happened as it happened", 
he assured her. He let his voice trail off into the breeze that 
cavorted through the willow branches. He pushed away his analytical 
side, determined not to let it spoil the morning. 

Pulling her hand he guided her to the swing. "Sit down, go ahead" he
prompted. Grabbing the thick, sturdy leather straps she tentatively sat 
down on the old tractor seat. The limb above barely moved under her 
feminine weight. The leather felt good against her hands, the seat 
oddly comfortable. He held her sides and pulled her back, then 
released. The straps naturally groaned as the swing went back and 
forth. She stifled the urge to cry out like a child on the playground. 
Closing her eyes, she focused on the sensation of the wind against her 
face, then on her back, then on her face again, with that funny stomach 
feeling each time the swing dipped low. She could feel her skirt ruffle 
against her legs, and the breeze blow up underneath it. Every nuance 
sent her back to being a little girl. 

He watched in silence, seeing her smile. He knew she didn't mean what
she said, it was the starkness of it all, the fact that she never 
expected him to remember something like this, much less bring it to 
life. Fact was, he remembered many things that seemed otherwise 
trivial-her favorite perfume, her favorite color, her favorite 
flower....the flower! 

He ducked behind her, shouting as he jogged off "I'll be right back!" He
headed off towards the barn again. She figured he must have left his 
keys there or something. 

He headed directly for the bar where the clothes were draped, and
spotted it right away. Picking it up, he gave it a quick twirl, just to 
look at it, then headed back. As he cleared the front corner of the 
barn he could see her gently swinging back and forth. Of all the 
decisions and choices he'd made in life, where to go to college, where 
to move when he left the nest, what career--she was his most important 
one, and one he so dearly cherished. Upon that simple swing was his 
world. 

She watched him stride up to the tree, daisy in hand. It never even
occurred to her to think about the daisy, and here he made the trip 
back down to the barn just for that. Yet another small detail he 
wouldn't leave dismissed. Smiling, she touched her deck shoes to the 
earth to slow down, gliding to a gentle stop. "Hi angel" he said, 
kneeling on one knee in front of her. "Hey" was the soft reply. 

With practiced hands, he placed the daisy where it was before, the
bright yellow petals set off brilliantly against her dark hair. He 
glanced up at her, she down at him. She seemed framed by the swing 
straps and limb up above, the willow's thin branches hanging like faded 
green rain frozen in mid-air. He could think of no better ending to a 
perfect morning. He cradled her right hand in his gentle clutch. 
Raising the back of her hand to his lips, he gave it a pronounced kiss 
and a squeeze. He stood up, never letting go of her hand. She took the 
cue, arising with him. His right arm slid behind her and pulled her 
close. With the calm and warmth of a mid-summer night, he embraced her, 
just held her, closing his eyes and taking in her scent and touch. They 
swayed lightly from side to side, awash in peace, absorbed in each 
other. 

"We need to get going, angel" he dolefully stated. She sighed. 

"I was afraid of that." Wistfully she gazed at him. 

Under the shade of the tree she did her best to express her gratitude.
She caught him abjectly looking down, lost in thought. "Heeyyyyyy", she 
whispered, lifting his head with her fingers placed under his chin. Her 
voice, as always, like a sweet nectar, breaking his pensive state of 
mind. "Hmm?" he muttered. 

"Look at me" she firmly stated. "In the eyes." His eyes affixed
themselves to hers. 

She gestured towards the road above them. "From the time we hit that
dirt road earlier this morning, until this very moment, I've been 
completely..." she paused in mid-thought, searching for the right word, 
"... baptized in all those things you've said you always want to show 
me." 

"What things?" 

Holding up her fist she counted them off a finger at a time. "Romance,
Mystery, and Magic." She could see an instantaneous change in his eyes, 
a defined, clear sign of relief and happiness--certainly a reflection 
of her own. 

"All I can say is Thank You, for my Life, our Life." "I love you." She
dropped her hand from under his chin, then leaned against him and 
burrowed her face against his chest. Words eluded him, so he gave no 
reply, unsure if one was really even necessary. 

He placed his arm around her shoulder, and her arm went around his
mid-back. Quietly they stepped up the embankment, the car rising into 
view as they neared the edge of the dirt road. Stepping over the berm 
they turned around at the same time for one last look. So much had 
happened in so little time, yet would linger forever for both of them. 
The barn appeared as undisturbed as it had before, the only difference 
being the time of day. They both sighed, then bitter-sweetly crossed 
the dusty road to their car. 

The couple walked around to the passenger side. He unlocked her door and
opened it for her. He always tried to be a gentleman. She disappeared 
inside, being careful not to get her skirt caught in the door when she 
closed it. He walked around the back end, taking a deep breath and 
enjoying a last lungful of fresh air. Leaning over she unlocked the 
door before he could get the key in the lock, then scooted over to the 
middle of the seat. The door closed solidly behind him. It felt good to 
sit down. His legs ached but in a very good way. Leaning towards his 
door, he reached into his pocket and drew out the magnifying glass, 
then leaned over her and placed it back in the glove compartment. They 
exchanged a knowing glance as he turned the engine over. Slowly he 
wheeled the vehicle around and headed back to the main road. 

As they traveled along the road, the dust it kicked up seemed a little
more familiar. She scooted next to him and leaned her head on his right 
shoulder. Neither one spoke a word, each taking the time to mull over 
the events of the morning. He didn’t urge the car along like before, 
instead letting it almost roll on its own, taking its time to make its 
own mark in this out-of-the-way place. Once again they passed the 
outcropping of boulders which was about halfway between the highway and 
the ‘spot’.  He looked down at her quickly so as not to divert too much 
time from the road. Speaking softly, he said “You are so beautiful.” A 
twinkle in her eyes and a warm smile told him the message was received. 
As an added bonus, she kissed him on the cheek. She’d never completely 
know just how much he loved that. 

Soon he slowed the car as it approached the turn off. The left-turn
signals click rhythmically signaled a peaceful ending to an eventful 
morning. The highway was not heavily used, but he looked both ways 
anyhow, more out of reluctance to leave behind what happened than 
anything else. 

She leaned off his shoulder and looked out either side of the car.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. 

“I was looking to see if this road had a name. Does it?” 

“Not that I know of or have seen, but it does have a history.” He
directed his smile at her. She thought for a moment. 

“We should give it a name” she suggested. “Something only we’ll know.” 

“Okay. Any ideas?” 

“Not at the moment.” 

“How about ‘Keepers Landing’?” he offered. 

Her eyes grew wide. “I love it!” “Keepers Landing it is!” 

The tires grabbed the gravel and spun a half turn as he eased onto the
highway, sending a cloud of dirt and debris in its wake. The engine 
hummed as he passed through each gear. After settling into fifth gear, 
he finally relaxed a bit. They had roughly another 45 minutes to go 
before reaching their destination. She busied herself for a few minutes 
with locating the road on the map and writing, as neatly as she could, 
Keepers Landing along the tiny line that symbolized the dirt road. 
Thoughtfully, she held the map at arms length and considered the 
freshly penned name on the map. It just felt right. She folded the map 
neatly and carefully placed it back in the glove box, then let go an 
audible sigh. 

A couple minutes passed with nothing but the sound of wheels churning up
grade. Wondering aloud she asked “What are we going to tell our 
parents. I mean, how are we going to explain being this late?” He had 
already wondered and given thought to it as well back on the dirt road. 
“Why not tell them I was showing you a nice piece of property?” 

She giggled right along with him. “A nice piece for sure” she punned,
flashing her coy, mischievous grin. She settled back against him, 
contentment overtaking her. Both sets of eyes watched the morning sun 
kiss the countryside as it sped by. 

Romance, mystery, and magic rode with them. Perpetually forward. 

The End 

© J. Nicklaus, July 2001 


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