Harry's notes: Here is the next chapter posted in 'ROMANCE' because the southern version usually has nothing to do with soft lights and wine, but quite a bit to do with crowded bars n beer. Please give me a comment if you want to read more after this chapter. I got really discouraged after the laskluster views of the last two chapters and would have stopped except for the persistant efforts of a fan...Enjoy.
CHAPTER 4
Leather and Love
Max was waiting by the mailbox as they turned up the driveway. He ran jauntily beside the truck, barking a welcome as they drove up to the house. His playful, exuberant actions did nothing for Sandra's melancholy mood. Harry parked under the Cedar tree, reluctantly killing the engine. Now it was official; their day of four wheeling was over.
He sat, holding the steering wheel, staring out of the window. It was hard to believe. He had spent only two short days with her; they felt like much more. He turned his head to where Sandra sat, still leaning on her crossed arms, while staring out of the window. He reached out to her, tracing his stroking fingers lightly down her back. She moved to him and rested her head on his chest while holding closely. Her shoulders shook with her silent sobs as he embraced her tightly and patted her softly, rocking in a metronomic fashion while she wept hard, uncontrolled tears.
--Take a breath and reassess. The thought filled Harry with irritation.
--Shut up Oldman; this is difficult enough for me without your comments. It is true however. You know it too. You have to get over the hurt before you can continue with life. That's the hard part... He continued his calming movement.
Eventually, her tears stopped with shuddering breaths that soon quieted and left her silent and still. She cradled on his chest. He changed his patting into strokes and rubs as he circled her back in soothing movements.
"Better?" He asked, lips questioning on her hair. She nodded against his chest. "I've got something to show you, if you have time before you go." She removed her arm from his waist and glanced at her watch, then nodded again. He hugged her then, while shaking her in a light bear grip. "Come on, take a walk with me. It's not far."
They disembarked the truck unhurriedly and strolled hand in hand toward the opening between the garage and a screen of trees, fencing the yard beyond. As they walked silently in the direction of a large metal building, Harry let the hill standing high behind the green fields take his thought. He looked at it as he walked, taking no care of his feet as they completed a long remembered task. Sandra stopped. His feet stopped with hers. His contemplation of the hill did not waver.
He was gone, she thought, gone once again to the quiet paths under the trees that hid the forested slopes of the hill with their shady protection.
"Harry?" She said questiongly. She looked at him as if trying to peer into his thoughts. She disobeyed her father's instruction, sending a thought directly to the distracted mind.
--Harry... Pay attention. Oldman sat up with a start and gave Harry a mental, elbowed nudge.
"Yes?" He answered, turning his face to her slowly as he tore his gaze away from the inspiring view. Oldman tried to speak to her in the same manner as she had prompted them.
--Hello, can you hear me?
"That hill..." She began, looking into his vacant eyes, then waving a hand in front of her face as if at an insect. He replied before she completed the sentence.
"Yes," he answered again as his eyes returned to stare at it. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" He was again lost in the view. She reached up, and grasping a handful of his coarse full beard, gently forced him to look at her. Harry's interrupted questioning eyes met her frosty ones.
"You're ignoring me." She said, releasing his beard but not his eyes. He let her hold them for a moment then turned away, leading her docilely to the nearby metal building.
"Well, I won't ignore you anymore today, but you might ignore me." He said with a chuckle, unlocking a door and ushering her inside the building and then closing it behind them.
She moved into the long open room, Harry forgotten, as her heart began beating faster; she tried to catalogue all the leather-goods strewn across workbenches or tied from chains hanging from the rafters high above. There were bags, pouches, purses, backpacks, pants, shirts... and was that underwear? She moved to the bench to examine the butter soft items there greedily. Harry pulled a chair to the bench nearest him and got comfortable as he watched her drool over the clothing in front of her.
"I can fit those for you if you like them." He called, leaning back in the chair, a leer on his lips and a voyeur's lusty gleam in his eye. She looked up from the delightful light garment dripping from her hand and noticed his naughty look, then began unclothing sensually. He flipped on the radio saying,"I like a little music with my striptease." then moved a large flat crate near them and covered it with an uncut hide. She stepped up on it, dancing barefoot as her boots dropped one after the other to the floor. The jeans followed the boots, seemingly of their own accord, falling and sliding from her long legs and full hips as she moved seductively across the improvised stage, turning, kneeling, and crawling. She continued dancing as she teased her panties from side to side revealing tantalizing glimpses of flesh.
"Go ahead, take it all off," he encouraged. Her top swirled up her body, circling her upraised arms and over her head as she twirled around.
--Nice move. Oldman thought, impressed by the graceful removal. Harry agreed.
She threw the top in his face and returned to the exotic removal of her panties that followed the top shortly and then her. She lap danced him while placing the panties comically on his head and laughing at his flustered expression.
He called a halt before he lost all control. Standing, he carried her back to the stage as she continued to writhe against him in fained heated surrender, or was it? He placed her on her feet and stepped back quickly to escape her seemingly lust maddened grasp.
"Stand and pose," He demanded. She became still, standing with one leg slightly forward. He adjusted his pants that had become tight with the sight and feel of her passionate uncontrolled body's movement.
"I can fit that for you." She said, parroting his earlier comment, while looking at him heatedly. He picked up a long lace, lightly snapping her legs as they played their game of dominance, submission, and reward.
"Hold your pose and be quiet." He circled the stage, watching her as he flicked the lace over her body and observing her reaction to his command and actions. She was still and silent although her breasts continued to move with her in taken breaths as the lace moved across her body. Good, he thought, laying the lace over her shoulder and walking to the small refrigerator near the bench and removing two cold cans of soda. He placed one at her feet then opened the other, sipping as he again walked around her. He placed his soda on the bench and picked up the bikini cut panties she had been looking at and returning to her side, inquired of her.
