Road Trip Pt. 05

After a few minutes of our petting, Tama stood in front of me. She carefully undid the ties that held her skirt together, and allowed the pleated garment to fall to the floor around her. She kicked off her demi-boots, and stood proudly nude before me with her arms reaching forward in a loving manner.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I ran one finger from between her breasts in a curvy line down her body and into the darkness of her untrimmed dark pubic hair, feeling the cleft of her sex. I rubbed my finger against where I thought her clitoris should be. Tama's head rolled back, and she groaned in response to the sudden pleasure. I repeated my track several times.

I stood, and she eagerly worked to remove my boots and then my pants and briefs. She became satisfied only when the two of us stood naked and face-to-face only inches apart. We each allowed one finger to trace out interesting contours of the other's body.

In a low voice, she asked, "What happened here? This looks like a fresh wound."

"I was shot a few months ago in Alabama. Four men had just started to rape a young woman, and I stopped it. One of them pulled a gun and shot me; the bullet went through me."

She looked surprised, but went on; "And here? Another bullet?" she asked.

"I planted some explosives on a bridge in a foreign country during a war. Before I could get far enough away, they detonated. I got hit by a piece of shrapnel."

"And here?" she asked at another scar on my chest.

"I had to fight someone ... a very bad person. He had bodyguards. One of them had a pistol" I pointed to another wound, "I got shot here too. I had rescued a hostage in a Middle Eastern country, and we almost made a clean get away."

I paused and said, "Tama, I was in the Army - Special Operations. I did many distasteful things, and almost all of them I now deplore. I see the world differently. I have found that if you view the world as full of threats, then every day you will have to deal with threats; if you view the world as loving, then there are many loving experiences to enjoy."

"My people have learned the same lessons the hard way, as well," Tama said. She reached down and fondled my tumescent cock, pulling on its length, and rubbing the rod between her two hands.

I fondled her breasts with one hand, and had started to massage the nub I felt rising from its hooded hiding place with my other hand. We kissed over and over again, now all pretext at conversation lay behind us.

* * * * *

I maneuvered Tama to the edge of the bed, and gently pushed her back so she reclined with her femininity fully exposed to me. I knelt between her legs, and with the tip of my tongue raced in a zig-zag path along her thighs and into her sex. My tongue found what my fingers had discovered moments earlier. Tama nearly expired in those few seconds when I first touched her orally. Her breath became short, she moaned wildly, and pleaded with me to stop ... and then to never stop. She'd grab my head and force me to stop, and then push me to start again with greater intensity. I fingered her cunt as I sucked at her sex and tongued deep into her body.

Tama came in torrents. Orgasm followed orgasm as I pleasured her pussy. Several times, she emitted a rich fluid that tasted like a divine wine. Tama pushed me away, and took command of our lovemaking. I found myself on my back, in a sixty-nine position with her on top. I could continue to lap at her cunt, but now she engulfed my shaft with her mouth to return the pleasure. I had to concentrate to use Tantric techniques so that I didn't climax.

Tama decided when it was time for me to penetrate her body with mine. Her breasts conveniently came near my face, lips, and tongue. She bounced and roiled and writhed above me as we started. I changed our position several times, seeking increased stimulation for Tama's body. I helped her crest to more orgasms over the next twenty minutes before I joined her by exploding the fluids from my core into her body.

I lay atop her body for a moment and then moved to remove my weight from her. "Don't move," she exhorted. "I want to feel you on top of me, to enjoy your maleness more, even though we're not fucking ... not making love for a moment. I like your weight; you're not too heavy." I stayed, and we kissed and licked at each other. Occasionally, I would move and surge my tumescent maleness still in her body just to briefly recall the passion we'd just shared. Soon, however, all that stimulation of remaining in her body caused my cock to harden again, and the soon we were making love again without having ever separated.

This time, after our orgasms, I rolled onto the bed beside her, pulled her partly onto my body as we remained coupled. She told me, "You have supernatural sexual powers. No one has ever loved this Mystic the way you have. I have never cum like this ... so many times and with such intensity. I never want to stop." She kissed me passionately, her mouth trying to devour me.

I had a premonition as to the reason. I suggested, "Go inside, to where you were listening to messages and tell me what you find."

Tama closed her eyes in concentration for a long time. I could feel her pussy twitch occasionally. The soothing music from the radio continued to fill the room. I probably distracted her as I toyed with her left nipple. Suddenly, Tama spoke; "Oh ... it's ... it's Karen, your wife - your late wife. She smiled at me and faded away. She knows you love her - loved her deeply."

I spoke, "Did she augment our time together in some way?" The moment took on a particularly eerie tone; I'd not mentioned Karen's name before, only referring to her as 'my late wife.'

"Maybe. She didn't talk. I just sensed ... that ... she was there ... smiling in joy at you ... at me ... at us."

I asked, "Could she really be a sexual muse of some kind, a goddess that presides over my lovemaking so that maximum pleasure is achieved and delivered. Before this trip, I never had such intense orgasms nor could I last as long as I do. I have been thinking it was what a friend taught me, but now I question whether it might be Karen - my muse and angel watching and inspiring me in some way. Maybe both."

I let those thoughts roll around in my head, wondering how a left-brained person could release enough of my skepticism to accept the possibilities about Karen being some kind of angel, Tama's insights, other dimensions in time and space, and the possibility of a spiritual sexual muse.

Beside me in the dim light, Tama stretched her lithe body across the bed.

"You are beautiful," I told her. "It may not be politically correct to say, but your brown skin is so exotic and bewitching."

Tama laughed, "It's all right to tell me that, White Man." She tickled me, and soon we were both laughing. After we quieted down again, she said, "I've never been with a white man before. In fact, I've only had a few partners."

"But you're stunning. You could certainly have any man you set your eyes on."

"I guess I'm picky."

"But, you picked me without much information to even get picky about."

"Ah, but you are the embodiment of my ideal man."

"White? Motorcycle dude? Singer? Computer jock?"

"No, silly. I don't care about those. Let me try to explain; first, we resonated immediately, back at the jewelry shop. I knew right away in my first look that you were special in my life, and now I am sure of it. You certainly expressed caring, concern, and tenderness towards me, but there was something much deeper and beneath the surface, something non-physical between us. Seeing into your soul and reading your future gave me the strangest experience I've ever had, in a positive way. No one like Karen has ever talked or communicated to me ... through me - as though I'm a medium. I guess my messages came from somewhere or someone, but because of her presence, I think I instantly became infused with things she knew and felt about you. I instantly knew you were different and exceptional - someone I needed to be close to in every possible way, including our making love."

"I am touched. I shall try not to let those remarks go straight to my ego."

Tama chuckled. "Oh, about your ego, don't worry, you are humble enough. Do you know the Cherokee story about the two wolves inside each of us?"

"No, please tell me."

"A father tells his son about the huge battle between two wolves inside him. One is evil. It is anger, jealousy, guilt, inferiority, lies, arrogance, and ego. The other is good. This one is joy, peace, hope, serenity, kindness, empathy, truth, faith, and most of all love. The old man is quiet for a while, and the young son asks, 'Which one wins the fight?' And the old Cherokee tells him, 'The one you feed.'" Tama studied me for a moment and added, "Jim, don't worry, you're feeding the good wolf."

I spoke, "Tama, this is strange ... and scary. 'Wolf' was my nickname in the military."

* * * * *

I lay awake in the morning light admiring the ravishing woman beside me. I slowly pulled the sheet from her body so I could bask in her beauty. I wanted to wrap Tama up in my soul so I could share her with the other people I loved. She must have felt my telepathy of affection for her: her large dark eyes opened, and a radiant smile emerged on her beautiful angular face. I leaned down and kissed her.

I said, "It's seven thirty. Do you have to work?"

"No. I just quit for the day. I'm my own boss. I want to be with you. You're more important to me than selling some of my jewelry. Is that all right? What were you going to do today?"

"I had planned on going up to Taos. Will you be my tour director?"

"I'd be delighted. Can you take me on your motorcycle? I have few opportunities to ride, and I love the wind. Taos is about ninety minutes from here. I even have a leather jacket at home." She looked enthused at the idea of riding. She sat up and hugged me, her naked breasts pushing against me.

I asked with a touch of humor, "In a skirt?"

"No, I'll go home and change. You come too." Tama stood, nude and trim, her natural body color giving her the appearance of deep and dark tan all over. I pulled her back into the bed. We had sex; this time taking pleasure in the morning light to see each other's bodies and our expressions of lust and love in more detail. Afterwards, we showered and dressed. Tama joined me for a light breakfast in the hotel coffee room.

Tama's home was only a mile from the plaza where she worked and where the hotel was. Like many others in the town, the home had been modeled after an adobe. Inside, her Navajo roots and art mixed with western comforts. In one corner of the living room, her silver work held sway. In another contrast, I noted a statue of Buddha on a shelf, obviously in a place that encouraged meditation.

Tama pulled me into her bedroom while she changed clothing. "I want you to watch me dress - to see my body again in a way that excites you. I want you horny, so aroused that you can't wait to make love to me again. I have loved every second of our time together." She stood, naked in front of me, and it took every ounce of willpower not to hurl her onto her bed and plunder her body again. Slowly, she slithered into a thong, tight jeans, boots, a colorful shirt, and a leather vest. I recommended a scarf as well. Lastly, she slipped on a beautiful leather jacket.

Tama had driven her car to her house as I followed on my motorcycle. I presented Tama with my spare helmet, and put my own on as well. In minutes, we were heading north to Taos. We prowled around Taos Plaza, sampling many art galleries and visiting every souvenir shop we passed. I bought more things to ship to my sister's home for later distribution to friends and lovers. I arranged with each store to ship what we bought. We had lunch at Doc Martin's Restaurant, taking our time over a gourmet lunch. After seeing some more galleries, we drove by Kit Carson's home, and then headed back to Santa Fe.

After dinner and our evening's dalliance had left us breathless, happy, and wonderfully mellow, I flipped on the television while Tama went to take a shower. The late news was on. Several stories rolled by about state politics, speeding cars near some school, and then the Hollywood gossip started with some remarks about J. Lo. After that brief item, to my surprise, appeared a film clip of Tama and me roaming the streets of Taos earlier in the day, holding hands, and acting very cozy together as we shopped. The voice-over said, 'Country music singer Jim Mellon was sighted today in Taos, with an unknown and amorous beauty who apparently played tour guide for the motorcycling star. Mellon appeared last Sunday at a concert with Crystal Lee - his recent girlfriend. We aren't sure who his lady friend is, but they seemed close and had fun shopping, dining, and kissing up a storm in the famous town. The pair left Taos on Jim's motorcycle in the late afternoon and headed towards Santa Fe.' The film clip showed us shopping, laughing, and then briefly kissing as we walked along. The voice-over ended, and a different news clip about drugs in the entertainment field started.

Tama stood naked at the door to the bathroom with a towel, leaning against the doorframe in a provocative pose. "Are you in trouble?"

I shrugged but smiled, "Yes and no. It depends on who's judging."

* * * * *

Given the time difference between Santa Fe and the east coast, where Crystal was, I thought I'd better just send an email and ask her to call me ASAP in the morning. I slept with Tama curled up by my side and my cell phone on the nightstand.

My phone rang about seven o'clock the next morning; it was Crystal. "What's up? Emergency? Your email sounded worrisome."

"Unknown paparazzi caught me being sweet and lovey while I was shopping with a beautiful new partner in Taos. They got a video of the two of us shopping, holding hands, and at least one kiss - no sound apparently - and it showed up on the Albuquerque channel last night on the late news in the celebrity gossip segment. I thought you should know, so you don't get blindsided. I can imagine the press will make something of this."

In a stroke of clarity and change of subject, Crystal asked, "Are you in bed with her now?"

"Yes."

"Is she a sweet fuck?" I could hear the lilt of laughter in her voice.

"Very," I teased.

"Well, keep your wick wet, Lover. I was just thinking that no one at that press conference we did in Dallas ever asked whether we were exclusive. All they wanted was stuff to write about. So, if the question comes up, and I'm sure it will, I'll just say 'We're not exclusive ... yet, and we're both free to date whom we please.'"

"We'll still make the tabloids. I'll be the bad guy, I guess."

"No, I have an idea that'll equal things out. I'll get back to you." She paused and added, "Now, go have your morning fuck and get your ass in gear. Keep you head down today and be tolerant of what I might do."

We said our sweet goodbyes and hung up. I wondered what Crystal would try. Somehow I knew it would be daring and sexual. The thought aroused me.

I did follow Crystal's advice about a morning fuck, again relishing not only the beautiful carnal act, but the dark skinned beauty I found so easy to be with and pleasure. We had room service bring us breakfast, and then made love again. We couldn't get enough of each other.

About noon, I got an email from Crystal: "If you can, keep a lid on things until tomorrow. I've got a high profile date tonight that'll at least even things out in the press. I might even get laid. ;-) Enjoy your honey. I'll trade you ALL the details later. Love. C."

I laughed at the email and countered by emailing Crystal a discrete profile photo of Tama sitting nude on the windowsill in my hotel room. She had her head on her knees and was looking at the camera with a Mona Lisa smile. It might have been the best photograph I ever took.

A few minutes later, I got a reply: "Bring her home. She's stunning. XOXOX. C."

* * * * *

Tama left the hotel to head home and prepare a lunch for us. I planned to stay overnight with her. We had no particular afternoon plans. I loaded my various duffle bags, saddle bags, bed rolls, and helmets on a luggage cart and took the elevator down to the lower level to load them on my motorcycle that I'd parked behind the hotel.

I stared in shock at the bike. The front tire was flat. A large Bowie knife stuck out of the middle tread at a ninety-degree angle. I could see where the vandal had tried other places to penetrate before he found the resting place for the knife. The tire was ruined.

Fortunately, Santa Fe had a Harley Davidson motorcycle store and repair center. I called and explained my situation. I also called Tama to tell her I'd be delayed and why. She expressed her concern. An hour later, a motorcycle recovery truck pulled up, and I helped him load the wounded Harley on the bed of the truck and anchor the bike. He told me I could pick up the bike after five o'clock. Besides the tire, he'd also be able to replace the seat Kenesis had shredded in Texas.

I called Tama. She drove around behind the hotel, I loaded all my gear into her car, went and checked out of the hotel, and then rode home with her. Needless to say, the sanguine mood I'd been in all morning had vanished. I struggled to reclaim that calm space, probably just what my nemesis wanted besides the inconvenience he'd caused.

I had no doubt but that Kenesis had found me in Santa Fe, and reflected that it might have been him who caught Tama and me in Taos. He took the video with his camera, added his own indicting words to the film, and either sold or gave it to the local news channels so I'd be embarrassed.

I sat staring out Tama's window wondering what would happen next.

Tama said in a pleasant voice, "What now? You hungry?"

I gave her a lecherous grin, and she grinned back, but said, "Now, wait a minute. If we keep doing this, you'll wear me out. I'm not used to having a man slut around." She poked at me, but I could tell she wanted sex as much as I did.

I tucked my libido away for a while. We had lunch. I wanted to go shopping and get warmer clothing for the next several legs of my trip that would take me through the mountains. I'd spent much longer in each locale than I planned, sometimes for good reason, for instance, getting shot in Alabama. Thus, I created the best disguise I could from my clothing options, and Tama took me to several western wear shops and the Harley Davidson store that offered leather goods.

Two hours later and almost two thousand dollars poorer, I stood in my new leather riding wear in Tama's living room. I wore insulated black leather from head to toe. The only other thing I could do to make myself warmer would have been to custom order pants and jacket with heating wires running through them so I'd be wrapped in an electric blanket. I'd also bought some new regular clothing more aligned with winter than summer.

After verifying that the weather for the next few days would be precipitation free but chilly, I repacked every bag on the motorcycle, filling them with my new warmer clothing. I asked Tama to donate some of my things to a local charity, and prepared a parcel of a few favorites to send to myself care of my sister. Tama looked through some of my rejects. She pulled a couple of my shirts from the pile; "Jim, may I keep these, please. They ... you wore them ... and it'd mean so much to me to be able to wear them ... maybe at night to sleep in."

"Oh, Tama, of course. I'm touched." I went and held her, and gave her a dozen very tender kisses. I could tell she'd miss me when I departed.

While I puttered around her living room using my laptop and repacking things, Tama had started cooking. She explained that she didn't often have someone to cook for, so she appreciated the opportunity to have me around for another evening. The aromas of various spices wafted through the house as the late afternoon arrived.