Mountain Top

The car crawled painfully upward. They'd been on this road for just under an hour. The stress of driving a treacherous mountain road was taking it's toll. In the past fifteen minutes the car had lurched fearfully from the smooth, but dangerously twisting asphalt to gravel. The road narrowed. The view was frightening. Occasionally the rear tires would slip kicking gravel into the wheel wells so it clattered against the car's frame.

The car was sturdy so they crept along tense, but with confidence. The road widened. He leaned over. Her body thrilled expecting one of his soft kisses or even a gentle hand exploring her hidden places. "Less than ten minutes according to the Garmin." His hand gripped her thigh briefly before he sat up. Disappointed she said nothing nor did she dare to look over at him. He smiled. She could feel it, but no kiss.

"I think it's just around that corner." He pointed. She nodded relieved that the end of the drive was near.

"You sure all this was necessary?"

"Roddy said it was."

"I guess. And anyway we're almost there."

They rounded the corner at less than twenty-five miles an hour. "There it is." She'd seen it at the same time he had. Both relaxed some from the stress of the drive. "Gate doesn't appear to be locked."

"The maintenance guys probably don't even have a key so they leave it unlocked. Who else would want to come all this way, especially on that road.

She stopped at the gate. He jumped out to open it. She drove through and waited as he closed the gate. She watched in the rear view.

He opened his door. "I closed the lock on the fence. I'd hate for someone just happening along and, seeing the gate unlocked, locked it. It'd be a long walk home."

"Good thinking. You're my hero." She patted his leg as she moved the car forward inching past the muscular steel legs of the tower. Ten feet later she turned into a dusty turn-around area workers had created when the tower was built and nudged the car as far into it as possible. She stretched, then opened her door and slid out. The air was cool and sharp, but barely moving in this secluded area.

They looked at each other across the dusty white roof of the car. She took a deep breath as she checked her watch. Her head came up slowly. A smile formed. Her hair was a mess. Dust from the gravel had filtered through the closed windows and landed on both of them. She unzipped her hodie.

He watched as she unbuttoned her shirt and slowly pulled it open. He licked his lips. She seemed to have forgotten an undergarment.

"We better put the blankets down while I can still function," he said. She giggled. He pulled two warm blankets from the back seat. They found a place made as soft as nature ever does near the tops of mountains. He dropped the blankets. She dropped the pillows. Together they spread one blanket. She tossed the pillows on top. When he turned from picking up the pillows, he found she had dropped her hodie and shirt on the blanket.

She leaned against a straggly ash tree. "You promised," she said barely loud enough to be heard.

"So I did." He went to her and ducked his head. She clasped her hands behind her around the tree she leaned on and thrust her chest out. Gently he sucked her breast into his mouth. She felt his tongue on her hard nipple and even between her legs as though he was sucking her most sensitive parts impatiently.

He sucked the other breast as he used his hand between her legs. She moaned holding his head close. The wind echoed her moan in the tree tops. She shifted her legs apart and moaned again as he unfastened her jeans. She pushed her hips into his hands then pushed her jeans over her hips. He dropped to his knees, pulled on her jeans, then her panties and opened his mouth extending his tongue.

A cry erupted from her as his tongue began to explore.

"Stop," she murmured panting pushing on the collar of his jacket. He stood and they raced almost tearing their clothing. She dropped to the blanket. He covered them with the second blanket. They twisted and turned between the two blankets feeling and tasting each other until she again whispered to him. "Now." She raised her hips inviting him. His body covered her. She longed for the moment.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Oh god please fuck me hard."

He thrust into her slowly at first, then harder until he was pounding her. Again and again their bodies crashed until he could barely hold off. The birds quieted as she cried her joy on the mountain top, cried again into his ear. "Oh, oh," over and over until she screamed into nature's quiet.

He filled her. "Don't take it out," she pleaded.

They lay together. He moved slowly as a reminder that he was still inside her. They held each other panting, their hearts thundering an echo of their thrills.

Roddy was forgotten.