This is a work of fiction. Names characters and incidents are a product of the author's fevered imagination and wet dreams and any resemblance to to actual persons, living or dead, or real events are purely coincidental.
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There was still snow in the hollows behind the pine trees and in the ditch on the side of the road as they crossed over the mountain pass.
He picked up his coffee and took a sip. They were sitting in silence but it was a comfortable silence he thought, it didn't need to be filled with idle chatter. He was aware of a light scent, her shampoo or skin cream maybe. Not perfume, he was fairly sure of that. She wore no makeup; only a faded pair of jeans, t-shirt and hoody on. Tevas too... she'd be in for a surprise if she dipped her toes in the water, he thought. Oregon wasn't California. Her feet are going to freeze on the beach. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. She was the one who suggested a picnic at the beach for their first date. He felt like he had gotten to know her pretty well already. They had met online and been corresponding for a few months, talking almost every day. It felt like they had known each other for much longer. Even if the sun came out, which he doubted, it wasn't likely to be barefoot weather. Good thing he had the bottle of wine to drink with their picnic lunch. That would warm her up...hopefully in more than one way. She had given him a very quick stiff hug when he picked her up. Not what he had expected after their emails and texts which very quickly had gotten decidedly explicit.
He wasn't going to dwell on it. He had been working such long hours it was just nice to get out for the day.
He idly wondered if she was wearing white cotton panties. He didn't peg her for a thong. He suspected there was something a bit racy under the plain exterior she presented to the world. The only jewelry she wore was a choker necklace with a carved turquoise bead on it. He liked how the bead lay nestled in the hollow of her throat like a robin's egg in its nest. He thought about what it would look like against her skin when it flushed. She had admitted to blushing easily but he had not seen it happen yet. He decided it was time to try.
"Have you ever given a blowjob to a guy who was driving?" he said while looking straight ahead. Waiting as long as he could before glancing over. Satisfied that he had induced heightened color in her face, and over her chest and neck. Nice.
"No. Too dangerous. Especially on a twisting mountain road. I can't believe you asked that." But her breathing was faster than it had been a moment ago and she played with the bead on her necklace, nervously fingering it.
"You want me to go down on you now?" she said very quietly, but with an edge, almost daring him to say yes.
"I do...oh baby yes! but no, don't. You're right. The road is too dangerous in this stretch. I know a place though..." He trailed off, leaving that hanging in the air between them.
The turnoff to the dirt road that led to the small cove was almost hidden by a curve in the road. He knew this place well. He could find it in the fog, in the rain, in the dark. He knew when she had suggested a picnic that was where he wanted to take her.
Isolated. Dramatic cliffs and rocks. Pounding surf. Driftwood to make a bonfire if it was cool. A protected pool to swim in if it was hot. So protected that he would often skinny dip even if the weather was cool. He relished the intense sensation of the cold water on his bare skin. When he took the plunge it felt like he was shedding old skin and metamorphosing into something new.
The sun had managed to burn through the low clouds a bit by the time he reached the parking spot. She got out and walked to the top of the bluff, looking off into the distance, arms crossed over her chest. He got out and took the picnic blanket out of his truck and left the cooler with the food where it was. Then he nonchalantly put the blanket on the hood and walked over to where she was standing looking at the ocean.
He walked up behind her and leaned in, inhaling, trying to identify the scent he noticed in the car. Very yummy, he thought.
He lifted her hair and kissed the nape of her neck. She sighed and leaned into him letting him support her weight. His arms were suddenly around her, his one hand on her belly over her t-shirt making small circles from her waistband to just under her breasts. The other was over her crossed arms.
Before she fully realized what was happening he picked her up, one hand grabbing between her legs the other around her chest, the wrestling moves he learned in high school and perfected in college ideal for this.
