Chuck & Dana; A Love Found

Have you ever looked at someone and known instantly that person would change your life forever? It has happened twice to me. The first time it happened as I walked down an airplane exit ramp. I looked at her just as she looked at me, and we knew. That look turned into lunch, and in the end, Kelly and I were together four unforgettable years. Because of her I was a different and better person, but unimaginable circumstances tore us apart.

On New Years Eve seven years ago my plane crashed at sea, and I was presumed dead. But, I didn't die, and when I returned it was to a world that had moved on without me. I too had to move onward. It was then I encountered that second person that forever changed my life.

I was standing in the road, out in the middle of nowhere, map in hand, when the pickup truck, driven by a woman turned at the four-way intersection and stopped beside me. "You look lost." she said.

"I do?"

"Where you headed?"

"I was just deciding that now."

The driver got out of her truck and walked in my direction. It appeared as if a brilliant halo of light surrounded her. She was absolutely perfect, and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had a radiant smile, shoulder-length auburn hair, green eyes, a smooth tan complexion, and a perfect figure highlighted by a tank top and tight jeans. I noticed all that, but it was her voice that struck every chord of my being. It was a chorus of angels all in one voice. To this day I am amazed I heard any of her words.

"That road will take you south to Oklahoma City and Dallas. You go west on this road and run into Amarillo, Flagstaff, and eventually the West Coast. Back that direction is east toward St Louis, and if you take this northbound road you'll find a whole lot of nothing all the way to Canada."

"I think I got it." I replied.

She returned to her truck, giving me a view of her perfect backside. Just before driving off she said; "Good luck cowboy. Hope you find what you're looking for."

As she drove away I saw painted on the tailgate the picture of a stylized butterfly. It was the same emblem on a box that had played an important role in my survival. In that instant, where before I had no direction I now knew the next path to follow.

I turned my Jeep around and followed her dust cloud, but I knew where she was headed. Less than thirty minutes ago I had delivered that previously mentioned box to her front door with a note that read;

"This box kept me alive" Chuck Nolan.

From the distance I saw her walk to the door, pick up the box, read the note, and as I neared the front gate turn toward the sound of my engine. She walked my way as I parked and turned off the ignition.

"Did you leave this? Yes, now I remember seeing you on the news. Never thought out here I would run into someone famous."

"I don't know about famous." I responded; "Maybe noteworthy for a moment in time. When I saw the butterfly on your truck I decided to thank you in person."

"I don't know what I did, but you are welcome" she replied. "My name is Dana, Dana Goldwing, and this is the Golden Wing Ranch. Would you like to come in for something cold to drink?"

She reached out to shake hands, and in the moment as our fingers touched what seemed like an electric shock flew from my fingers, up my arm, all the way to my soul. I knew this woman was important in my life. I knew my life would never be the same.

We touched, and from then until we reached the house neither was willing to let go of the other's hand. Our eyes were locked, and we each knew the world was different. In that short walk we sensed the dramatic shift in the direction of our lives. We knew our destines were locked together, and that each was a guide for the other.

As we walked I studied every curve and contour of her face. I strived to memorize that moment; the way she looked, walked, dressed, smelled; and then the ring on her finger. My euphoria plunged toward bottom, much like taking an outdoor ice bath on Lake Michigan in January.

Dana saw the change in my face and came to a halt. She gently asked; "What's wrong?" Then she followed my gaze to her left hand. "I was married, but I'm not anymore. Steve disappeared on New Years Eve seven years ago. The courts have since declared him dead, and the rings are just a habit I've never altered. No one knows what happened; he simply vanished. I loved him. He was very special, and I know he will always be a part of me. He made me tremble with excitement."

Dana continued: "No one before or since Steve has come close to making me feel that way; that is no one until you. Out at the intersection I felt a shiver. When you drove into the yard my knees went weak. When you took my hand a shock went through me that transcended anything I ever felt before. The rings can go in a heartbeat. Does that ease your mind, or do my feeling cause a problem?"

"There was no problem; just concern. I didn't want to interfere with a marriage. As to the feelings you describe, I understand completely what you mean. The same thing is happening to me."

"It is clear we both sense something happening between us. I've never experienced anything like this. It is like an inexplicable force has led me here, and is directing my every move."

I paused to think a moment; then my eyes flew open in shock: "Wait! You say he disappeared on New Years Eve seven years ago?" I stepped back then looked at her and said in a low voice; "This is something beyond coincidence: some other force has definitely taken control of my life. You may find this difficult to accept, but that is the same date my plane crashed! That is when I ceased to exist. This is too weird. You, him, the coincidence is too great for random chance."

As if pushed, we fell into each other's arms and clutched in a tight embrace, our lips joined in a passionate struggle. It was a kiss of the lost and the found; a kiss that seemed to last forever as our tongues danced to explore each other's mouth.

I wanted her more than I have ever wanted anyone in my life. My body was afire, and in a very normal response my penis was erect. However, and despite my consuming passion, I forced myself to step back. I had to make sure this is what she wanted. I would not force her into something against her will.

Dana looked at me, her eyes big with concern, and then with understanding: "Chuck, I understand why you backed away. It was a gallant gesture. I felt your excitement and arousal, but you don't have to protect me from myself. I have the same sense as you that something very profound is occurring between us. It scares me; yet at the same time it is thrilling, wonderful, and oh so very, very arousing. It's as if some primordial force has taken control and is driving me toward a rendezvous with destiny."

"Chuck, I want this. I want you as much, if not more, than I think you want me. Before today, Steve was the only man who had ever made me tingle. Now you appear, and in moment I have gone so far past tingling that I can barely stand the excitement."

She paused, and then continued; "I hope you are not offended by strong language, but at this moment that is how I can best express myself. I felt your cock, as it grew hard against my body. What you cannot feel is my response; the wetness pouring from between legs. My body is screaming to join yours. I have this craving that makes me want to grab you, throw you to the ground, and fuck you right here in the yard. My body is yelling that I need you inside me. I want you to put your cock in me at this very moment. I don't want you to make love to me; the craving is too intense. I want you to fuck me!"

What could a guy say to that? No one had ever gotten under my skin like this woman. Kelly had made me tingle, but as Dana had described, I was way beyond tingle. Whatever the feeling was, it was in every part of my body. Dana's words told me of her feelings and gave me permission to do what my body was begging of me. I turned toward her bluntly asking; "In the house or here in the yard; your choice?"

She took my hand; "The bedroom is this way. We can do it in the yard later."

Dana pulled me close as we moved toward the back of the house and the bedroom. We joined our lips in a fiery kiss as her breasts were crushed against my chest and our groins ground together. Her hand reached between us to feel my erection. "Oh god, I have never wanted a man as much as I want you!" she exclaimed.

We fell into the bed, and between kisses worked hard to remove our shirts, pants, shoes, and underwear. In the process our bodies continually rubbed stoking the fire of our passion. There was no tenderness. It was pure passion-driven prelude to hard sex.

I squeezed her beasts and tweaked her nipples. She momentarily grabbed my cock and pulled me toward her. I forced her hand away then switched position to put my face next to her pussy. It was beautiful. The auburn hair was long on her pubic mound, but the lips were devoid of any hair.

My mouth enveloped her lower lips while my tongue sought out her pussy hole and clit. Dana was busy sucking my cock into her mouth and exploring the sensations she could extract from me, but she quickly tired of the game:

"Enough of this playing around! Your tongue is wonderful, but I need you cock! Put your cock in my hole and fuck me!" Dana demanded. "Oh god, fuck me now!"

As ordered, I placed my cock at the entrance to her love-hole then plunged with a single stroke to its very depths. The walls of her vaginal channel grasped my seven-inch phallic member in a tight coital exchange, and as it slid the length of her cunt we both moaned with pleasure.

Dana screamed; "It has been so long, and you feel so fuckin wonderful! Start pumping that cock into me, and pump it hard! Fuck me hard! FUCK ME, NOW!"

My body did as she command; I pounded her hard with stroke after stroke. By rough count, after every fifth plunge into her body she shivered with orgasmic tremors. I don't know how many times she came, or how much time elapsed, but in due course her tremors, and the tightness of her cuntal walls brought me near my climax. I began to withdraw.

Recognizing what I was about to do, Dana panting for breath yelled; "Don't you dare pull out! I want to feel you cum inside me! I want to feel you squirt your man-juice deep inside my pussy! Stay in me until you cum!"

It was a good thing we were in a rural area because our climatic screams would have disturbed any neighbors. As we approached conclusion, Dana's shriek increased in intensity with each plunge of my prick, and I added my share of groans as I crossed the edge and plunged into orgasmic bliss.

Afterwards, we lay in bed clinging tightly as if afraid to let go of the dream. But, it was not a dream; our bodies and words were real. The trembles we felt had not changed. Dana, slick with sweat looked at me and slyly said; "In a little while, if you are up to it, we can slow down and make gentle love."

In the little bit of time before I was "up to it" we turned from pounding, animalistic sex to a gentle, caressing, and a caring form of making love. Our kisses were soft, and our hands explored with a sensitive touch. It was as if we were guided by angels.

When at last we made love it was with a sense of deep emotion and commitment. Without another thought or any doubt we knew our lives were forever joined.

Many years have passed since that afternoon, and our love has only grown deeper. Dana and I know from experience that with each breath our lives can move in a different direction. It is for that reason we never take the other for granted. Throughout the day we display continual actions that reaffirm our love and commitment. When we walk our fingers intertwine. We are not ashamed to kiss or cuddle in public, to openly announce our love for one another. Our love is for all to know, and despite this story, our sexual celebration of that love is a private affair. Everything we desire we have found in each other.

If you have met a person who forever changed your life then you understand the intensity that Dana and I experienced. If you have not yet met that person I hope it happens to you very soon.