Jamie - The Journey Begins Ch. 31 - Still Call Australia Home?

When we landed at SFO, we had a few hours to kill. We'd gotten in at 0530 PT, so had a few hours to still call the Director of Services at the US Forest. So, I went off looking for a quiet spot to make the call.

"How'd it go, Jamie?"

"He's nice. I've arranged to meet them in Atlanta this coming Thursday. I have a couple of days to prepare, etc."

"Great! Come here - let me kiss you, Skip." Ok, we're in an airport -- we're not going to go all 'Discovery Planet,' but mind you, I wouldn't mind.

..o0o..

The following few days back in Texas flew by. In what seemed hours I was heading off to Atlanta. In the end, it was one of the simplest interviews I've ever done. Yeah, I was sweating my ass off.

My hands felt like they'd been sprayed constantly with water. But a few deep breaths as I walked into the office and I found my grove. The deputy Chief made the offer and handed it to me for review and signature. The standard employment conditions were the same that they'd sent over yesterday - as an example, no scary surprises.

I signed on the dotted line and gave it back. Then it was off to have the normal psych evaluation, drug test, financial questionnaires to complete, nothing more than what I'd filled out with Phoenix, Arizona, and Boston Fire Services. The boss said that if it all came through okay, a letter of offer confirmed would come out in 48hrs time. It arrived the next afternoon.

..o0o..

My first week with the Forest Service was pretty much induction and procedure familiarization, different themes on a similar backbone of service that we have in Australia. The only issue that popped up a few times was my accent - it confused a few of the guys during some of the drill. In the end, all I needed to do was slow-down a little.

Felt for Ben though: I wasn't much company for the first few weeks - reading manuals and reports each night from the get-go. Then, he had night shift starting also, so for the first few weeks back in the States we were together, in the same house, but crossing paths in bed, bathroom, or kitchen. One heading in, the other heading out. It was a challenge, but manageable. If we both didn't have that emergency background, it would have been a huge issue.

Finally, after three-and-a-half long weeks, my workload calmed down. Ben was on days off. Yesss! 4 days to do what we pleased, and man the last 3 weeks had been a very dry spell.

I promised Ben that I wouldn't wake him up early on our first day off, but I tell you, I was like being a kid again on Christmas morning. I woke at 0530. He was sound asleep. I tried sighing a few times to wake him, no luck. I forced myself back to sleep, repeated the same again and again at 0620, 0705. By 0730, which felt like three in the afternoon. I was laying there being quiet. My body felt all twitchy like I was covered with ants - with all this going on, I was having trouble staying quiet and still.

I couldn't do it any longer. Finally, I grabbed the side of the mattress to gently lift myself off without waking Ben and head out to the kitchen. Just as I pushed off, there was a quiet voice from the other side of the bed.

"You've done well, Jamie," smirked Ben, rolling over and smiling at me with all that bed hair going on, plus a cute half-asleep look. "How many times did you wake up, hey?" Goddam - he looks hot as fuck in the morning.

"A few times from 0530 onwards, but I promised, right. Shit, it half killed me though."

"Ah-ha - we were just out of sync because I woke about every 15 minutes from 0630." With that, we both started to laugh. "You look so peaceful, so quiet, while you're asleep, Jamie. I didn't want to disturb you, wake you."

"Ahhh, that's too cute. You mean the calm before the storm, hey." I wiggled my eyebrows at him. "Come on - let's take this to the shower." I wasn't waiting for him to reply. With one quick movement, I threw the bedding off us both, leaping over Ben, backing toward the edge of the mattress on his side, the look of surprise ...

"What are you doing?"

"Taking you to the bathroom!" I scooped him up off the bed. We crossed the floor, heading to the bathroom, his arms snaked up and around my neck, gently holding onto me.

"Love you, Skip."

"Love you too, buckaroo."

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After making sure that I'd scrubbed every part of his body at least three times, we finally made it out of the shower.

"Hey, can we lay down for a moment? It's a lazy day, Jamie."

"You asking me if I want to lay down in bed with you? You gotta ask?" I slapped his ass, chasing him from the bathroom, jumping onto the bed like a pair of 12-year-olds.

Well, that was a mistake costing us 2hrs - can't complain - not complaining; I awoke with a naked Ben laying half on top of me, his head was on my chest, left leg over mine, the toes of his left foot resting in the arch of my right foot.

If I ever doubted if I'd done the right thing in marrying this guy and moving here, this relaxed intimate moment disproved it. Thank god for truck accidents, right... actually no ... but us coming together - absolutely.

We finally got our lazy asses out of bed and dressed, heading out for late breakfast -- well I call it brunch. "Man. I'm starving, Ben! I think my stomach woke me up."

"You're always hungry Jamie."

"For you, always," I replied, pulling a sickly-sweet face.

"You're a horndog."

"Yep, freely admit it too!"

"Sooo... after we get done eating, I was thinking we could head over to the Ford Dealership - let you look at some trucks, Skip."

Excited? Oh yeah! Who doesn't love going car shopping? "Yeah, sure!" My eyes were glowing with excitement. "Adam said he was transferring the funds from the settlement of my Aussie truck, and also there's a few grand in rental money too." I swallowed down the last of my latte. "But I'm not in a rush to spend up yet."

"Ok, I get most of the weird English y'all use, but what the heck is a grand? Money, right?"

I looked up momentarily in fake disgust. "A grand is one-thousand d-o-l-l-a-r-s, buckaroo!"

He just poked his tongue out at me. "Are you still looking at the traded ones - pre-owned?"

"Yeah. Still, I'd like to take a new one for a drive so we both can see what it's like, right. Josh said he had a few pre-owned on the books, so I can save a few thousand," I replied, deciding not to use 'grand' this time - he says we talk strangely... you heard yourself. 'Oh, bless your heart.' "It's not like the cash is burning a hole in my pocket."

"Ok what the heck is that, burning a hole in your pocket?" Ben had a truly bewildered look on his face.

"Oh, do pardon my poor English your royal Texan-ness." I made a faux bow. "It means like in a rush to spend the money." I laughed. "Made a dad joke, ha-ha - Rush! Get it? In a rush to spend it..." He just ignored me and finished off his breakfast tacos.

We headed over to the dealership, taking an F150 Raptor and a Super duty Tremor for a drive. I'd pretty much settled on the Raptor before Ben almost begged me to get one. He loved it. Guess I'll lose the keys when I'm not looking.

On the way back from the dealership, I send Josh a text: Blue, Raptor, with the double sunroof, please. We spent the rest of the day driving around looking at a few houses that were on the market. There were a few on the outer edge of town which I liked - space around us, plus the lots were bigger. But hey, I haven't found a house in the suburbs around Austin that wasn't big, not like further north - like Boston and even the burbs of Philly - small lots or row homes.

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"Hey, what time does Josh fly in? Have you heard from him? Are you picking him up from the airport? Do you want me to when I finish my shift?"

"What time are you off, 1700h?"

"Nah 1830h today."

"Oh-ok."

"Yeah, the regional deputy chief is calling in just after lunch. Paul at Region HQ asked me to stay back an hour or so, just-in-case." I was momentarily checking myself out in the wardrobe mirror. I'd run to work a few times over the weeks and the results were starting to show - just a little tightening up in a few places. "Hmm ... not bad, Jamie."

"What's not bad, Jamie?" A nicely tanned Texan, wearing only a bath towel with a toothbrush in hand, appeared at the bedroom door. "Thought I'd come closer, you know, to save all the yelling. What do you call it, Jamie, like a fishmonger's wife?"

"Baha-ha, bang on! Haha. That's what mom yelled at us kids, didn't work though. We still talk to each other walking from room to room."

"What was the 'not bad' thing?"

"Just looking at myself in the mirror - the running to work's going ok, hey?"

"Yeah it's working. Pretty much everyone is asking me when you're going to do one of those charity calendars. Mom thinks I'm not feeding you enough, though... go figure."

"Lol, a charity calendar ... only missing the 8 -pack and the whole Adonis look, right."

Ben walked over, gently rubbing his hand up and down my abs. "I'm not sharing this with anyone." He smiled and gave me a gentle seductive kiss. I swear, my legs went a little jello-like.

"Ok, you keep that up and I'm gonna be late for work..."

He held his hands up in fake surrender. "Ok-ok."

"Hey, have you spoken to Josh? I've tried to get hold of him, no luck."

"Yes, he messaged me yesterday, said his flight was pushed back a day. I'm sure he'll message you today."

"Did he say how the truck was going? Has it arrived for shipping yet, has he got-"

Ben held his hand up to stop me. "Whoa there, Skip. Rapid-fire or what. He said there was a shipping delay of a week, but the truck should be here Friday of next week. He's got a buddy at the local dealership that is going to check it over before you go pick it up."

"Awesome! Damn!" Josh had connections everywhere - such a lucky thing bumping into him back in Cali, right. "Sooo anyway," I turned to Ben, gently tugged on his towel., "so, I'm ready for work but don't have to leave for 30 minutes, 40 if you drive me and not like Miss Daisy, how about we... you know..."

Ben looked me in the eyes. "Horndog, I swear..."

I leaned forward a little, just making contact with the side of his neck with my lips.

"I-promise-that..." moving my mouth further up his neck with each word, "...it-will-be-fun."

My hands slipped down his back, grabbing his butt ... oh that firm butt!

Instantly, I felt the warmth of his hands slip under my tee. I never tuck it into my pants till I put my uniform shirt on. His fingers traced my sides, rolled across my ribs toward my nipples. "Ok, Jamie you've convinced me. I'll drive like you."

I pulled back looking at my husband's eyes. I wasn't doing anything - well ok, only a little bit. Ben was making all the moves. I just made a suggestion, right. Our mouths made contact. Hmm... I could taste the minty freshness of his toothpaste. It just made him more intoxicating. We were both quietly moaning into each other's mouth, our tongues dancing their familiar battle for supremacy.

"Oh fuck, Ben. I'm so up for this." I ground my hardness against him, causing his towel to drop. His hands slipped down to my pants - he was an expert on them now, getting my belt undone, me unzipped in what seemed to one swift movement. "Oh yes..." I rolled my head back in pleasure.

The fingers on my right hand were running through his hair. "Oh god, Jamie... yes!" My left hand was now holding our hard cocks together. I started to stroke, gently rocking into him with each movement.

"Ben?"

"Yeah..." he replied breathlessly

"Will you..." I was so turned on, my speech was interrupted by my almost panting "I want you to top me. I need it. I need to feel you in me."

"Ok, are you sure?"

I took him by the hand and walked the few steps to our bed, pulling open the nightstand, fumble searching for the lube. "Oh yes, found it!" I took great pleasure in lubing his throbbing cock up then myself. "Please, Ben, now." I lay down, side on.

I felt his fingers tracing their way down my sides, crossing my butt cheek. I took in a short breath. I was so hot for it, my god. Ben slowly worked me open. We'd been versing a bit lately and I was enjoying it. We'd become very fluid, kind 'a organic. Sometimes we'd swap in the middle of it. Ben's preference was to bottom, fuck me he was good at it. I've said it before, will to the end: Nothing beats someone that knows their body and uses every last bit of it for combined pleasure.

I took a short breath as he pushed into me.

"Are you ok Jamie?" His voice was a mix of sexual tension and concern.

"Hmm ... yes ... you feel so ... good, Ben ... ohaa." My voice even sounded deep and guttural to me. Shit, how did it sound to him.

"Whoa, that is such a turn on. I love it when you growl like that!" Well, that turned him on, his hand rubbing up and down my body, his other supporting my leg that was being held aloft. The one hand was almost gently stroking me till then. Now his grip grew stronger. Fuck! It was a turn on and a half.

"Yes ... oh my god, yes! Please keep going," I moaned over and over as his thrusts were pushing deeper and deeper into me. He was being gentle and strong at the same time, if that makes sense? It was all so intoxicating.

"Oh my god, Jamie. I love it when you push back into me ... oh yes." I was watching his face: the look of sheer pleasure was clear for all to see. Then our eyes locked on each other and it went to a whole different level.

I started to push against him. I want it all, "I want you deep in me." The room was filled with the sweaty sounds of our bodies coming together, mixed with the almost primal sounds we were both making.

Edging closer and closer ... "love it when you do this to me." His hand slipped off my side where he'd been steadying himself. He reached around ... now stoking me ... matching his every movement.

"Ahhh, you like my little trick, huh? Fuck, it feels good. Oh, Christ!"

"I love it when you do it to me, so good ... Fuckkk ... We gotta swap... I need you to fuck me, now!"

My mind was lost in the moment - the multiple points of pleasure that I was receiving at once. "Wait-what?" I felt him slip out of me. He almost threw my leg down, causing me to flip onto my back in an instant.

"I gotta have it." His eyes looked deep into my soul as he climbed on top of me. His hand quickly swiped up some of the rivers of my precum that were flowing, giving himself enough lube not to hurt either of us. I felt the tip of my cock pressing against him, slowly he gave way, feeling his body yield to me. Oh god, it felt good.

"Oh god yeah!" His hands were grasping my pecs. It felt like with one fluid movement, I was balls deep in him. "Oh, fuck me, Jamie, fuck me." He rocked back and forth, using every part of me to hit those pleasure points that only he knew. It was amazing to feel, to watch his body twist and writhe.

Soon, I started to match his movements. He looked at me with gently signalling "No ... let me." My hands were grasping at the bed covers, grabbing handfuls at a time. With every movement his cock was leaking landing on my abdomen. "Oh god, Jamie I'm gonna cum ... oh god, yes." He threw his head back, oblivious to the world around us. I was almost there too.

Seeing Ben like this was a huge turn on but hearing him also was just... omfg.

"YES, oh god!" A few ribbons flew out of his cock, landing from my neck to my belly button. Breathlessly he asked, "You close, Jamie?" not losing his rhythm. All I could do was nod, not sure if I could even say anything intelligible if I tried.

Ben picked up speed and started to long dick me, lifting enough for me to almost pull out just the tip of my cock in contact with him. Then, sliding down till I was buried deep within him, over and over. I only lasted a dozen or so strokes. "Oh god, I'm cumming!!"

Like some sort of sex god, he just kept going, riding me as I unloaded deep into him over and over. Finally, we stopped. Ben had collapsed, breathing heavily while laying on my chest. I was still pretty hard, still inside him. Our bodies covered in sweat and cum. It was amazing. We've always had great sex, but in the last month or so, we've found our groove. Goddamn, amazing.

Finally, the blur that kept the rest of the world out started to fade. "Yep I'm gonna be late for work, and with the boss coming too, oops." But I didn't care - that was amazing - wouldn't swap it for the world.

"Come on you, we'd better get you showered so one of us can go to work, hey."

..o0o..

"Hey you, what's good how'd your shift go?"

The smells when I walked in the front door - OMG amazing! - were the first thing to greet me, followed by my husband who was smiling while whirring around the in the kitchen.

"What was the boss like, Skip?"

As I got closer to the source of that smell, I could see that he'd made chicken and vegetable enchiladas. They are always amazing.

"Yeah, was all good. Back in a sec - I'll just clean up." As was the Spence custom, I continued the conversation from the bathroom - it drove Ben nuts at first, well still does.

As he does, following me "Why d'y'all start talking and walk off? I'll never understand. Y'all do it - the entire family does -- damn, even Lucas does."

Soon enough I was cleaned up, kissed him, and said 'sorry'. Then, via the refrigerator - pulling out a couple of light beers for us, coz we were about to get busy stuffing our faces.

Opening Ben's beer, I kissed him on the cheek, placing it next to his plate. "Here you go, sir," I said with a smile.

"The boss came down to sign off some stuff with Texas A & M. They're putting together an alternate pathways program for people interested in a career in the fire services."

With a half mouthful of enchilada, sounding so cute, he replied, "Sounds great- more diverse workforce."

"Yeah apparently, it's been on the cards for a few years. The State was able to contribute funds to match the federal government, so away we go."

My mouth was full-on watering as I rolled up another parcel of delicious food. "My god, Ben, these are amazing," I managed to get out before stuffing another in my mouth.

"Did you hear from Josh today?"

"Nope." I washed down the food with a mouthful of ice-cold beer.

"Hmm ... I made extra just in case he turns up."

"Ohh-yes - looks like I've got enchiladas for lunch tomorrow at work." My stomach was almost bursting: two enchiladas down and half of the side salad -- ok, plus three-quarters of the beer. "Maybe I should run to work tomorrow burn... off this feast, hey?"

"Or maybe we can do other cardo?"

Instantly, I looked up at Ben. "When? Now? Yes, please. Don't you be teasing me. Maybe give me a little bit of time to digest this." I made a sweeping gesture at the remains of dinner.

Our conversation turned to the normal stuff we chat about, - how his mom was going, some gossip about his work, you know - the regular stuff - when it was interrupted by knocking at the front door.

"You go, Ben. I'll clean up."

"You sure? I don't mind..."

"Nah, all good." With that, he headed for the front door while I started to clear the table.

Ben came back thirty seconds or so later. "Who was it?"

"Not sure. Nobody there when I opened the door. Weird."

"Probably kids. Knick knocking."

"The-what, you say?"

"Kids - Knick knocking! You know, running up to the front door, ring'n' the bell, then hiding, Don't tell me y'all didn't do that when y'all were kids?"

"Nope. You might end up getting shot."

"Shit - are you joking or serious?"

"Maybe a little of both, haha. Let me help you with that. I'll grab the storage containers."

A few moments later, another knock at the front door. We both looked at each other.

"You go this time, Skip. I did the last one."

"Ok." I headed to the front door and pulled it open. "Hi!" No one there. "What the fuck?" I looked at the door, making sure I hadn't missed a note, or booby trap -- again, like what we did as kids to the neighbors ... until dad found out then tanned our butts.