I was nearly in convulsions when he finally moved away from me. Every inch of my body was tingling and bathed in sweat. There was a sound like the ocean in my ears and I was certain that I'd never be able to move again. The best part is that I was also sure that I'd never need to; I could just lay there floating, blissfully unaware of anything else in the whole world.
And, as usual, he was completely spent: aftermath heat radiating from his wet chest, his muscular arms and legs sprawled all over his side of the California King bed, finally (thankfully!) dosing. The slow, even breathing tells me that I've got at least an hour, if I want it. Right now, I do!
Stem is all I can handle and more. He's not as shy as he used to be but he's every bit as sexual as when we first met two years ago. I was the one who had had all the prior 'experience', though he didn't know that and never asked. That's fine with me; I didn't do anything that he needed to know and he seems quite satisfied with me. ("Baby, you are 'all of that and a bag of chips', with a shake to wash it down!" he says often to me.) And, I am, too! I mean, I never really got the chance to find out how good sex could be with my 'ex' because he was so damned bad. Three minutes of him pounding me into a mattress, sometimes not even looking at me, is not a good way to explore female sexuality. It's not even a good way to explore male sexuality; being that that's all he ever did, I never had an urge to do anything else for him and, for the most part, he didn't ask. Good damned thing, too. He left me frustrated so many times, I wouldn't have tried to bring him pleasure if he were the last man on earth.
But, Stem was another story! Stem (Mark) had been with only one woman before me and she had not been interested in sex very much, (I guess she had been with my ex...) so he was eager! He isn't a kid anymore but he acts like an 18 year old: ready-to-please almost any time of the day or night and hungry for anything I want from him. This suits me just fine, although he can outlast me almost every single time we get physical. In fact, he can leave me sore, tired, and satisfied whenever he wants to. The only time I don't 'want to' is when I see that he can sleep afterwards. Then, I feel a little too selfish to tease him into some more fun, and, since I'm usually stopped by my body's physical limitations, it really is o.k.
So, I slowly cool off watching his big strong body doze for a while before getting up. There are small pads and pens in the nightstands on both sides of the bed so I went to the one on my side, being careful not to touch him as I roll away; he can wake up almost instantly sometimes and I really do want to get away without disturbing him. The note I leave for him is placed on his side of the headboard and his watch is used to cover it. Then, I slip out of the room and go down the hall to the other bedroom were I keep some of my clothing in another closet. Dressing quickly and grabbing my 'out bag', I slip out of the apartment to the carport. My car is parked next to his and I jump in, hurrying now, and leave the parking lot as fast as I can go without squealing the tires.
I know exactly where I want to go but I take my time getting there. I love this weird spot: there's a park right next to the freeway that's usually deserted, though sometimes, it has teenagers hanging around partying, drinking beers swiped from one of their parents' fridge. Twice, I've seen a cop in the park, interrupting the party with a bright flashlight and an I.D. check. So, tonight, I slowly drive by the park's residential area access and peer into the parking lot. I don't see any kids (or the cop waiting for them, which I suspect he does to catch them before they scatter.) There are only two ways out of the park (unless you plan to jump a fence into someone's backyard!): the parking lot, which is brightly lit and the bridge. It's the bridge that I really came for. It's a small, dimly lit pedestrian over crossing which bridges two communities together on both sides of the freeway. It's a blast to sit on it watching the traffic go by. I always look down into cars to see whatever I can and have been rewarded with quick peeks of lots of interesting stuff! And, twice, I've left the bridge in a hurry after flashing a passing truck driver myself!
I know that it's crazy; a lone woman out in an isolated area in the dark. But, I really check the place out before even getting out of my car, I've got a whistle on my key chain that will either call immediate help or leave someone deaf, and I'm a very good runner. The judo training I had in the Guardian Angels wouldn't hurt in a pinch, either.
I made two slow passes of the parking lot and was sure that nobody was there so I drove down the street, parked the car under a street light, grabbed my bag, and walked quickly back to the park. Again looking around and seeing no one anywhere, I started into the park. The night was hot for early summer and the crickets were singing loudly despite the noise from the traffic coming from the other end of the park. Taking the left side, I walked along the fence, towards the back of the park and the bridge. I glanced up and saw the stars and took a moment to try to pick out the ones I knew by name. I had located about 25 when I heard the car. It was coming down the street I had parked my car on and was now about 150 yards from me and about 50 yards from the entrance of the parking lot. I was never concerned I'd be seen because the park is pretty dark along the edges but I 'hit the dirt' (soft, spongy grass, actually) and watched. The car turned into the lot and my heart skipped a beat. Then, I saw the emblem on the side and relaxed: it was the cop. I wasn't worried that he'd hassle me because I'm no kid and I wasn't doing anything any adult couldn't do but, just the same, I waited until he'd used his car's side lights to sweep the park and then drive slowly off. I couldn't see what kind of cop it was (sheriff or police) but he was gone and that was fine by me.
I resumed my casual stroll towards the bridge and continued stargazing, but I noticed right away when the crickets all dropped silent. I froze. There was absolutely nothing in front of me except the park's back fence, the bridge, and about another 75 yards of open grassy park. I slowly turned around and saw that there was nothing behind me, either. Puzzled, I turned back forward and caught a glimpse of moving darkness. Straining my eyes towards the other side of the park, I saw someone running at me. He(?) must have started running as soon as I stopped because he was really moving and gave no thought of his lack of stealth or cover.
I looked back towards the parking lot and realized that he would beat me there if I ran that way so I sprinted towards the bridge. I knew I'd never make it all the way across but I wouldn't have to: I could stop right over the traffic and use the cell phone in my 'out bag' to call 911 while in sight of hundreds of passing people. I was sure I could beat him there. Wrong. I was less than ten yards from the opening when I realized that he was very, very fast! As he reached for me, I dodged towards him and he missed me by mere inches. His momentum sent him hard into the chain link fence and he rebounded off it onto his the ground on his side. I almost jumped for joy as I shot up the bridge while opening my bag to grab the phone. It was deeper than I thought and I had run further than I'd needed to when I got it out. Just as I started to look back the way I'd come, he caught me from behind and pushed me forward. We were now over the center of the freeway, and the center of the freeway had a large tree growing in it, which actually blocked the view of the freeway in both directions. Now, with speed, the phone, my whistle, and witnesses not of any help, I was left with only my martial arts and wits. The biggest problem was his weight and strength. I never got a good look at him in the park and I was pinned from behind now, both arms held to my sides and, then, a 'leg wrap' that was straight out of my training! This guy knows judo, too? I was beginning to get a bad feeling about this (finally!) so I used my last tool, my guile:
"OK, you caught me. You're fast and I guessed badly so let's talk about it, all right?"
The 'answer' was a lean to the side, which over-balanced us. Starting to fall, I couldn't help screaming into the traffic noise but we didn't fall. He twisted as we slid against the bridge's chain link fence and, never relaxing his grip, he eased us down to the concrete walkway, still behind me but now laying side-by-side.
"If you are planning to rape me, you should know that you'll never get the chance because I'm meeting a man right here in a couple of minutes and I will beat the shit out of you as soon as you try to start." I said it with all the calm I didn't feel. I wasn't winded by the run but he didn't seem to be either. Nobody could see us, at least not right now, and I was rapidly running out of options. My hope that he would listen to me was almost my last bet.
He rolled on top of me, used one hand to pin both my hands over my head (also catching a handful of hair, just a second before I remembered to 'head-butt' his nose), and rubbed his day-old chin stubble against my neck. Frowning, I seemed to think something was important about that while he used his free hand to caress my hips. I completely stopped struggling and, while he played with my ass through my shorts, I took a deep breath, and I realized what it was that was in the back of my mind.
