"Tell me a story." My wife said. We were lying in her bed. I was stroking her belly. Occasionally I would stroke her large breast, just for my enjoyment. Occasionally I would stroke the moist lips between her legs for hers. I think it's called stirring the paint.
"Once upon a time..." I started. "There were three little bears. A Mama Bear, a Pap bear, and baby bear."
"Not that kind of story." She said, a pouty little look on her glistening lips. Jamie wore make-up all the time. I liked it.
"I know what kind of story you want." I slid my finger into her and her body quivered. "Baby bear wasn't much of a baby anymore. Over the years Baby, as he was affectionately called by everyone in the village, had matured into a tall, strong, mature 18 year-old. Ben Bear was a lumberjack. Baby had learned the trade from his father. Ben and Ben Junior were both over six and a half feet tall and weighed in over at over 250 pounds of pure muscle. Eloise had aged well. She wasn't yet forty and the rough life living on the frontier had made her strong. Muscular arms and legs complimented her full breasts and round ass. Eloise was popular in the village. If Ben were not the man he was, someone surely would have challenged him, wanting the buxom blonde woman for his own."
"I like women with strong arms." Jamie said. I ran my fingers over her breast, across her shoulder and down her own long lean arm to her hand.
"One day Ben and Baby were clearing a great evergreen near the trail that led through the glen and up to the village. It was tedious work and the men swung their large axes taking large chunks of wood from the trunk. They had reached their last opportunity to break before they would work furious to bring the tree down. It would be a dangerous job. Ben took rest beneath a tree older than the village as Baby took the short walk down to the creek to refill their water pouches. He was bent over rinsing his face arms and bare chest when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Up the stream there was a scrap of red cloth. It was out of place and he investigated."
I had gotten distracted by my story telling and Jamie had taken my hand and brought it back between her legs. I moved my finger delicately and she purred.
"Beneath the bow of a tree Baby saw her. She was a small thing, pale and thin. Long blonde hair was matted to her head. She was only partially covered with the remnants of a white linen dress and the red cape. She seemed indecent, her full breast and long lean thigh exposed. Baby didn't like it. He moved to the young woman, tearing her cape free from the branch. Baby was sure the girl was dead. He covered her with the cloth and went to pick her up. He wondered how she had gotten there. As her wrapped her in his wide arms the corpse made a small sound. It was barely audible above the babbling of the stream but it was important. She was breathing. Baby ran from the creek up the hill to wear his father was waiting, the small girl so light she was nothing for the young man to carry."
"Oh no. I hope she is okay." Jamie said. I moved my finger a little faster and she parted her legs. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the barely lit room.
"At the top of the hill, Papa sprung up quickly seeing his sons urgency. He was curious what the boy was carrying. When finally they met standing in the middle of the road to town Papa stiffened, scanning the path for anyone that might have seen them. He sent his son scurrying out of the roadway back into the cover of the trees. He scurried to the creek and gathered the water pouches. At the tree, he took up their heavy axes as if they weighed nothing and summoned his son to follow."
"Slow down." Jamie said, staying my hand. "I need to know what happens. Who is the girl?"
"Ben Bear and his son Junior hiked quickly back to their cottage. The Bears were not men of words and it was not unusual for them to have entire conversation with a single gesture of a hand. Baby knew it was important to get the girl back to the cottage and they made their way through the forest so as not to be seen. Baby didn't need to know why, Papa knew why and that was enough. Mama stood at a fire outside the cottage stirring a large pot. It could have been laundry or dinner; both were essentially done the same way. As the men approached the cottage she observed the bundle. Just as Papa had known what he carried, so too did Mama. Baby simply hurried. Mama had the cottage door open when he reached the stoop and Baby carried the bundle inside and placed the small woman on his bed. Baby knew Papas old pile of straw would be too hard. He knew Mama's thick pile of goose down would have swallowed the girl whole but his own cot, a wood frame of simple canvas would be just right. As he set the girl down, the dress and red cape needed adjustment to cover the woman's body. Baby was startled by unusual feelings as he looked at the young woman. He felt tightness in his pants he usually only felt when he woke up. Baby didn't get to see many women on the frontier. Mama sent him for water. She sent Papa after one of her own nightshirts. She told him to get the good one. Mama worked to get the girl adjusted and gave her water. Baby watched anxiously as the first drips rolled from the girl's lips. Eventually the girl drank and Baby relaxed knowing she would okay if she could drink. That's how it was on the frontier. Water was life."
"Who is she?" asked Jamie. I had actually thought she had gone to sleep.
"Papa and Baby had discussed sexual relations. In a land like theirs without the oppressions of a traditional society things were different between men and women. At the end of the season, Baby, now of age, would get to stay late at the festivals. The children would be sent to bed and the courtesans would come out. The courtesans skilled in the pleasures of the flesh typically made their trade in the larger cities but at the end of the season, when the villages of the frontier would hold their festivals, they would seek out the parties, joining in the revelry, and educating the inexperienced such as ben Junior. Mama knew the courtesans would find the strong lad a treat and she was exciting for him. The girl papa explained was a courtesan. She had been hired by the Elder when his own bride, displeased by his rough treatment, had fled one night in the dark. Mama joined the men by the fire. The Pot was indeed dinner and she served bowls of worm flavorful broth rich with meat."
"Baby seemed confused and Mama helped. Some men were bad and they mistreated women. They didn't have the sex for pleasure but got pleasure from hurting women. The Elder was like this. Mama knew all to well, the frontier can be a lonely place and some things are commonplace. Mama had been one of the first to learn of the Elders proclivities and had only just barely prevented Papa from taking a revenge that would have cost them all dearly. The girl had a large knot on her head. She had been dumped, surely believed to be dead. It would be dangerous for the elder to find her. They would have to be careful."
"Baby was worried for the woman. He liked her, even if he didn't understand entirely why. Baby let the woman have his bed that night. It was a nice night and baby enjoyed watching the stars at night. He slept by the fire."
"I bet she will be grateful when she wakes up." Jamie cooed. I stroked her firm belly and her thighs knowing it was time to move on.
"The Bears start to work early. Baby and Ben were back to their tree. It would be felled before lunch. Baby was hoping to be back to the cottage early. He worked feverishly. Both men, feeding on the efforts of the other, took large chunks from the tree and soon they heard the cracking. This was dangerous now. They would choose carefully where their aze would land until with a great groan that filled the forest the tree began to fall. It would fall exactly where they intended with an enormous sound like no other. When the ringing in their ears cleared they heard the delicate clapping from up the hill. On top of the stump cleared many years ago sat the delicate woman, her hair glistened in the sun now, her skin, clear of the grime from the previous day glowed in the sunshine. Baby was nervous, he had shed his shirt and was clad now only in dirt, wood chips and trousers. The woman approached them and Papa bear took his seat beneath a tree as the woman brought a fresh cool pouch of water to his son. She let him drink and thanked him for pulling her from the creek. She explained she didn't know how it happened, only that she had been in a quarrel with the elder one moment and in Baby's arms the next. She asked if she could call him Baby and he nodded. She asked if he was done for the day, now that the tree was down and he nodded again. She asked if he bathed. Baby didn't bathe much and he shrugged. She took his hand and led him to the stream."
