Exiting Texas

"You okay?"

"Um, do you think you could go back to the shop and grab my duffle bag out of the truck?

"Sure. I'll slide it under the towel when I get back."

"Thank you soooo much!"

Shortly after she heard the bike chop away, she removed her underwear and stepped into the shower. She let the water just spill over her head and face onto her body, standing there motionless. This was the closest thing to relaxed she had been in days, and it was in a complete stranger's house! She grabbed the soap and began to lather up, forgetting just where she was. Her hands were scrubbing all over when one moved across her breasts, teasing her nipples. She let out a bit of a gasp, not realizing or expecting just what her hand had done. The sensation reminded her of the vibrations of the motorcycle, pleasure coursing through her legs, and a smile graced her face. She hadn't been with a man since her ex was thrown in jail...her hands and toys had been her only pleasure. She'd been ignoring herself in the move, though, and with nobody around she decided to have a little fun. Her right hand moved down slowly across her chest and found it's way between her legs as her other hand gently massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples slightly. She began to rub her hand back and forth, fingers lightly caressing her soft flesh and slit, increasing pressure as she went. Soon the water was no longer the only wetness she felt, and she began to dip one finger into herself, moving it in and out, deeper each time. Her legs began to quake a little as the pleasure increased and her breathing quickened. Her heart racing, she pushed another finger into herself, this time moving deeply and sharply inside, letting out a bit of a gasp. The feelings intensified as she kept moving her fingers in and out, teasing her nipples and breasts. With her orgasm building and about to burst, her left hand instinctively reached out to brace herself against the wall...her right hand kept thrusting faster and faster, climax building with each thrust, until the urge finally took over her body and a loud, low moan escaped her lungs.

She took a a moment to catch her breath before she finished her shower.

"You okay in there?" Dagger's voice shouted out.

How much did he hear?!?! Embarrassed, she shouted, "Yeah, I'm fine," quickly finished washing herself and turned the water off.

She got out of the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off and noticed her bright-red face in the mirror. She wasn't sure whether or not she was blushing or flushed from the sex...probably a combination of both. Then she took a moment to think about what just happened. She just got herself off in the house of a tall, muscular stranger that had eyes that could pierce through to her soul, in a bathroom with no door. She couldn't help but smile, and a part of her couldn't help but want more. A wet part. Of him.

Dagger had already slid the bag under the towel just as he said. Part thankful, part frisky, she tore through her bag looking for her large oversized nightshirt...when she put it on it hung down just long enough to cover her ass but not so long that it looked like a dress – a great length for a tease, but she wouldn't tease him that long. After all, the longer she teased him, the longer she had to wait to satisfy her craving. The combination of her abstinence, the electric sensations from the motorcycle, and the shower episode had her ready to pounce and she didn't want to wait any longer.

Body dry and hair wet, she emerged from the bathroom in her nightshirt, tearing down the towel. He was watching TV from the living room and shouted, "Feel better?"

"Mmmm, absolutely," she said with a sly grin on her face. She walked down the hall with her hips in full swing, passing in between him and the TV and arrived at the fridge. "Looks like you need a refill. Let me get you another," she said as she opened the door and leaned over, causing her shirt to lift up and expose her naked flesh to him. He couldn't help but take notice of the beautiful sight in front of him, but out of respect he quickly looked away.

"Woah there! Looks like you're peekin' out there a little! Did you forget something?"

Beer in hand, she shut the door. "Oh, I didn't forget a thing." She walked over to the couch, set the beer on the endtable, and sat down next to him, making sure her leg was touching his.

On old rerun of "I Love Lucy" was on, and he seemed far more intent on watching the show than showing any interest or attention towards her. Frustrated that her efforts were as of yet fruitless, she decided to interrupt. "So how long have you been working on bikes?"

"Shhhh...this is the good part!" he replied, laughing heartily at the old black and white images.

A couple more minutes passed before the fire between her legs would no longer allow her to sit and wait. She got up from the couch, walked to the TV, and bent over to flip through the channels. "Let's see what else is on," she said, once again exposing her fabulously naked ass and legs to him, this time forcing him to look in her direction.

"Y'know, if I didn't know better I'd say you were tryin' to come on to me," he said with a slight chuckle.

"Finally!" she thought. "Who says I'm not?"

"Listen honey, I've been a gentleman and kept my hands to myself so far, but if you keep doin' stuff like that..."

Walking over to him and straddling him on the couch, she interrupted. "What? What are you gonna do?." But she didn't wait for him to respond. Already starting to get wet, she pushed her lips against his and began to kiss him, slowly at first until he finally relaxed and caught up with her, then deeply, pressing against him hard enough to feel the stubble of his face against hers. After a few seconds she pulled away, "Mmmmm....you taste good!" she said with a proud smile.

"Are you sure this is okay?" he asked, still in shock by what just happened.

"Mmm hmmm," she moaned as she began to unbutton the remains of his leather jacket, kissing his chest as she went. Once the jacket was completely unfastened she pulled him forward to slide it off of his arms when she noticed a tattoo of a dagger, point downward, directly over his heart. "Hmmm, I wonder which came first, the tattoo or the name," she thought, but it didn't matter. The just the sight of it had her more turned on than before and she instinctively began to grind her moist lips against his stiffening rod. He moaned with pleasure, just leaning back and letting her satisfy herself. Continuing to kiss him all over his chest and stomach, she slowly worked her way down to the waist of his jeans when she looked up and met his glance. "How 'bout we go somewhere where we can be a little more comfortable?" she asked.

"Fine by me," he said, picking her up. She let out a bit of a squeal from the unexpected surprise as he carried her into the bedroom as a groom carried his bride over the threshold. Once in the bedroom he set her down on her feet, reached down, and lifted her shirt over her head, revealing the whole of her body and her smooth, creamy skin. Remarkably the work of moving and the stress of time hadn't calloused her one bit. Her nipples were already hard but became even more so from exposure to the cool air. She began to work on unfastening his jeans as he leaned over and began to kiss her neck, one hand behind her head.

As soon as his pants were undone and slid off, he picked her up and set her on the bed, sat down beside her and pushed her back to lie down. He continued to kiss around her neck and behind her ears as her hand, governed by instinct, reached for his waist and began to stroke him. "Not yet," he said. "I don't want to get too excited too fast." She released her grip as his kisses moved downward slowly, covering her breasts, making sure not to leave a single inch without attention. As he took her breast into his mouth he used a combination of suction and pressure that forced another moan out of her lips, and now her hand went from between his legs to hers, first running her fingers up and down over her slit to get her fingers moist, then moving north to her clit. As he continued to kiss and gently nibble her breasts, skillfully using his tongue and lips, the combination of sensations between his touch and hers pushed her into an unexpected orgasm; her back arched upwards and her moans turned into an elongated scream.

Startled by the noise and movement, Dagger stopped briefly, then continued on with his southward migration once he realized she was in ecstasy, not pain. Her breathing began to calm and her back settled back down as his kisses moved to her stomach and ribs, slightly tickling her as he moved on. She removed her hand from herself and her breathing turned to little giggles from his touch. "Should I stop?"

"God no! It's glorious! No...no...nn...no..." and her voice trailed off as he continued to move his attention further down, moving over her stomach and down just above her legs. The closer his face moved to her thighs, the shorter her breaths became. "Oh god...please...yes...." With her next climax already starting to build from anticipation, she finally grabbed his head and shoved it into herself. He took the signal well and began to lap at her with his tongue as feverishly as he could manage. Just as soon as his mouth hit her aching clit she began to pant...he knew another orgasm would be coming soon, but he didn't want to break contact so he wrapped his arms around her legs to stay with her when she came. His tongue started to grow tired from it's body-length workout so he switched to using his lips more, sucking on her lips and clit, and within seconds she exploded into him, pushing his head into her even harder, and her slow pants became screams of pleasure. Her hips were writhing, but his attention on her never stopped...he continued to use his mouth and tongue to tease her groin until her thighs were quivering uncontrollably, even after the orgasm subsided.

The climax was so powerful that she hardly had enough energy left to push his face away, softly demanding, "I want you inside me..." Without saying a word he gently, skillfully turned her over on her stomach, spread her legs slightly, and positioned himself behind her. He grabbed his member and ran it up and down the length of her slit a couple of times just so he wasn't coming into her completely dry, then pushed himself fully into her as she let out a deep moan. "Oohhh, yes," escaped her lips as she was filled for the first time in years by something other than her own fingers. He was rock hard by this point and filled her wetness completely, but not so large that it hurt to take him in. He laid there for a moment, completely inserted, just kissing her back for a few moments before he started to withdraw. With his lips completely out of energy, he now focused his movement to his hips as he grabbed her waist and began thrusting in and out.

Each time he came crashing into her body, slapping against her flesh, she let out a bit of a moan as she couldn't contain her pleasure. She instinctively tried to raise up to meet him as he thrust forward to meet her. Taking notice of her movement, he began to raise her hips up until she was on her knees, using her hands to brace herself against the headboard. He continued his work on her, increasing his pace as his orgasm approached. Each time he would push forward, she would push back with as much force as she could muster. Her breasts were bouncing back and forth from the motion of her hips, and each collision sent waves of sweet pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh...yes..yes....YES..." she screamed as another orgasm approached...her screams only made him even more excited and his thrusts became more rapid and violent. With one final moan he pushed into her for the last time, collapsing over her back as he exploded inside of her. The pressure of him on her back then sent her over the edge...she screamed once more, and the sheer ecstasy of the moment caused her to lose her grip on the headboard, collapsing her between the bed and his chest. They both laid there motionless for a moment, save for the rising and falling of their chests as the breaths of waning passion and excitement filled their lungs, simply enjoying the beautiful afterglow.

A minute or two passed before Jacob finally climbed off of her, rolling to the side. Their eyes met; she smiled. "Thanks," she whispered, then kissed him one last time before turning to her side and drifting to sleep. Jacob moved next to her putting his arm around her to keep her warm and joined her in slumber.

*****

"Well, she's as good as new," John said as he slammed the hood shut, "and that's pretty damn good considering her age!"

"Thanks, I appreciate the work," she replied. He handed her the keys and went inside.

"So, uh...thank you. For everything," she said to him, half smiling, half a bit dejected because of her impending departure.

"No problem. Glad I was able to help with everything!" She leaned in to hug the man, held him for just a moment, then loosend her embrace and got in her truck, starting up the old dog.

"Anytime life brings you back through Mofeta, look me up!" He shouted over the roar of the engine.

"I'll be sure to do that. Thanks again!" She put the truck in gear.

"Y'know, I don't think I ever found out what your name was!!!"

She was about to reply, but hesitated just for a moment...

"My name, huh?"

And with that she drove off, Jacob and his bike in the rear view mirror until the distance between them and the bend of the road removed him from sight, but never from her memory.