Stranded (3 page)

Gently gliding on the back of the bike with Foley was the closest Naomi ever got to the spooky structure.  He rode circles in the parking lot not wanting their ride to end any more than she did.  With each lap around the lot, they connected.  These total strangers who before that day, had never heard of one another.

She just happen to look at the bell tower washed in moonlight when she and Foley were threatened by a swarm of bats.  Naomi stiffened with terror.

“Don’t freak out,” he said.

His voice was in her ear.  It was surreal until she realized they were connected with a transmitter that was inside her helmet.  His voice grounded her.  She focused on it and held on to him.  He rode to the edge of the parking lot, back on the winding road, leaving the bats behind.

“What was that?” she asked, realizing she could communicate back with him while they were riding.

“Just bats.  They were just checking us out, that’s all,” he said casually.

Naomi squeezed him tighter.

Back all the way to Route 15 to Route 3 heading towards the Old Town of Orange where Naomi’s car had broken down, they passed Edward’s Store which was still opened.  Foley turned in.  Without a care of who might see them or what they might say, he and Naomi walked in to the country store like they were lovers.

“Hey,” said Foley said to girl at the counter.

“Hey,” she replied.

She gave Naomi a strong dressing down with a single look. She did not approve thought Naomi couldn’t say why. She had never seen her before.   But it was obvious that Foley had.  Maybe that was the reason for the hate in counter girl’s eye.  Naomi thought she herself would be jealous if she saw Foley with another woman.  But tonight, she decided, he was hers.

He ambled to the back of the store to the freezer case and picked out some ice cream. He regarded her and winked.

“Careful,” Naomi said, thinking he was so hot when he winked, “you’re going to melt that ice cream.”

Naomi shook her head.  She could not help but compare Foley to her husband who would never let her eat that sort of thing.  She didn’t care what he told her.  She simply waited until he left. She was so excited that she and Foley were going to share the experience together.

Foley’s house was just up the road to the left from Edwards.  They passed the other gas station where Naomi’s Suburban was stranded.  It had been moved.  She wasn’t sure why she was, but Naomi was a little alarmed. 

The party was still going on at Foley’s as he drove up. He pulled off his helmet and then very gallantly helped Naomi off of the bike.

“Hey,” he called. “You guys do anything with Naomi’s truck?”

“It’s around back.  We all towed it.” said Foley’s friend Donny.

“Good deal,” said Foley and lifted the bag. “Having some ice cream.”

“Yeah right more like whipped cream,” snickered Donny.

“Hey,” Foley admonished.

That was the second clue in about twenty minutes that Foley was probably a ladies’ man.  It was ridiculous to be jealous.  Naomi only just met the man. But it pained her some to think about it.  With all the twists and turns of the day, she might be home within a few short hours.    Things could change at a moment’s notice. And  after the nonsense with her husband was handled, she might not even seen Foley again.  She had no claims on him at all.

But she was about to make one.  She danced up the steps behind him like she as his girl.  She had no problem checking out Foley’s beautiful backside as she followed him up and into the house, stopping in the kitchen to grab spoons.  He led her to the back porch where there sat a two-seater swing.

Foley steadied her with one hand as he held the ice cream and spoon in the other.  In a very smooth move, he sat in the swing and drew it forward, causing her to tumble into his lap.  it It was a bold move yet long awaited move.

“So,” he said looking at her with hunger in his eye. “You are staying the night, right?”

“Yes,” she rasped.

“I do have a guest bed,” he said.  “I don’t want to -”

There was something liberating about being as open as she wanted to be.  Naomi was giving herself total permission to act on her feelings.  Her desires.  She pressed two fingers to his lips and stopped him from saying what she knew he was going to say.

“I know what I want,” she said softly.

He plunged the spoon into the softened ice cream and held it mouth level for her to take. It was intensely erotic in letting him feed her.  She could not help it but she was pretty sure that she moaned.  With the spoon still in her mouth, she just blinked at him.  He closed in towards her.

“You okay there?” he asked softly.

She took the spoon out of her mouth so that he could move in a little closer.  Finally, his lips brushed hers.  Her mouth was chilled from the ice cream, so his was very hot.  Like a blanket on a snowy night.  His tongue was so wet as he penetrated her with it.  They both twirled and entwined their tongues with a sudden urgency. 

Blindly, Foley reached to set the ice cream aside.  He cupped her buttocks and lifted her on to his lap. Because he was only wearing a leather vest, unbuttoned, she could feel his naked skin.  His chest was so firm, so cut and yet his skin so smooth, Naomi could not resist but to feel it.   

Foley lifted her, standing straight up with her on him like a tree frog and walked into the house from the porch swing.  He stopped at the refrigerator to put the ice cream away.  She held the freezer door for him.

“Team effort,” she said in a sultry voice.

“Yes ma’am,” he replied in a slow southern drawl. “We’re about to give new meaning to the words team effort.”

She took his handsome face in her hands and looked him straight in the eye.

“I want you to know I don’t fuck around,” she said.

“There’s no judgment here,” he whispered.

He tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned to her again to resume the kiss. His lips were warm and soft and her tongue slipped through with heated wetness.  Naomi hungrily received it, twining hers with his with all the passion she could muster.  She had no idea when she would have a chance like this again anytime soon and she was going to get from it all she could.

They walked entwined, Foley dragging holding her with one arm and feeling the walls to his room with the other until they came to his room.  He closed the door and locked it.  His room spare and tidy, adorned with motorcycle memorabilia and a few Civil War artifacts.  He laid her down on his downy bed.

So she gave. She ran her hands over Foley’s fine, hard-as-a-rock form to find the hem of his T shirt.  She tugged to lift it off his body, exploring the luscious landscape that was him.  His back was broad, erupting from his hips and buttocks like a mountain. There was such power in his form.  And such heat.

Foley’s skin was incredibly soft and clear.  Naomi continued with her happy struggle to strip him naked.  He grinned for her plight meant she had to mush her breasts to him.  She was rubbing herself all over him to get the job done.

Finally, he took mercy and reached over his shoulders to shed the shirt at last.  The reveal was incredible.  Breathtaking.  He was so cut and perfectly proportion.  It had indeed been a long time and but Naomi never saw anyone like him, this up close and personal.

She followed suit, peeling the lycra camisole from her body.  She had a penchant for fine underwear.  It was nice that someone beside herself was finally going to see it since her sex life with her husband was nil. The many hours at the Orange Swim & Racket Club were paid Naomi in dividends.  Naomi had a magnificent body herself.  She was very proud of it.  And she was glad to be sharing it with Foley.

She felt her eyes gaze at his with allure.  His hands drew down on the curves of her body, purposely feeling her, strumming her curves as his fingers glided down to the flat surface of her belly.  His palms were so incredibly warm and arousing that her insides hummed.  The vibrations of his touch concentrated in her core.  She extended her limbs to capture his hips to pull her into him.  His abdomen pressed between her legs, grinding into her.

Foley kissed her.  They way they touched each other it was not like they were coming together for the very first time.  It felt like they were long-time lovers.  His tongue swept her, entwined with her.  It was so sweet to the taste.  She feasted on him hungrily, lightly dragging her tongue to learn every part of him.

His lips broke from hers, dotting her cheeks with light pecks. He nuzzled the soft underside of her jaw, where it was most sensitive.  Naomi’s entire insides drew up in a giant clench, withstanding the sweet torture of his kisses.

He touched his wet, hot tongue to the delicate, sensitive spot and plagued her with erotic agony.  She squirmed and delighted beneath him.  Her hands wandered to his waist, unfastening the button fly of his pants.   Foley’s skin was so smooth and so silky. 

Naomi plowed through the hair thatching his groin to wrap her fingers around his stiff, large erection.  Her breath hitched and then she  fluttered from head to toe with anticipation.  Foley was magnificent everywhere.

She found herself sliding down to capture him.  He laughed softly but kept her at bay.  He  continued his path down her belly.  He sank to his haunches, putting his mouth at the perfect level.  His mouth was wet and hot as he extended his tongue the moist petaled flesh between her legs. 

Naomi moaned as she clenched at the core.  A few more strokes of Foley’s tongue and she was beset with a powerful orgasm.  It was incredibly luscious as it washed through her body in powerful waves.  The force of it pushed out through the top of her head and through the points of her breasts.  Her nipples were so hard and electrified with erotic pleasure.  Foley’s tongue worked her body through the sweetness.

She was limp and half out of her mind as he rose above her.  She had enough presence of mind to behold the soft smile that washed his face.  He was smiling down at her.  She spread her legs wider for him. He leaned to a drawer and pulled out a condom.  She was glad for it but it was yet another sign for her that he was a lady’s man.  He was super prepared.

He very skillfully rolled it onto himself.  He entered her and she welcomed him.  It so felt like he was where he belonged.  Inside of her.  Joined with her.

The feel of him inside of her took her breath away.  Her face was awashed with a smile as  she panted.  She kissed him hungrily.  Grabbing him with uncharacteristic assertiveness.  With one hand cupping that back of his head and one hand roaming his buttocks,  Naomi bucked against him wildly.

She was already enervated from the sweet orgasm that he had given her.  Every stroke zapped her with pleasure as he pumped into her.  Foley flipped over so that she was on top and he was on the bottom.  Naomi was light as a feather and in perfect shape.  She pumped her body up and down him, riding him with complete abandon.

He grinned from ear to ear, taking delight in watching her work it on him.   She was having a great time, creatively mixing up her rhythm, boldly cocking her hips up towards him with short, strong strokes.

Foley gripped her hips, his long powerful fingers reaching around to the curves of her buttocks.  He kneaded them, massaged them and delved his fingertips deep enough to graze her other opening.  That excited her.  She tilted her head back towards the ceiling, her breasts bobbling as she bounced on him. 

Foley cupped her with his hot palms.  The skin on his hands were leathery from work and the contrast against Naomi’s skin made her breasts feel light and airy. He tweezed her nipples between his rough finger tips, imprisoning them as she continued to rock to and fro. 

The tension was on her erect rosy tips but the effect went straight to her middle.  She was tight on his hardness that drove endlessly into her.  He lifted her up and drilled into her.  Naomi reached between her legs and brought her orgasm back to life.  It was even more powerful than the one before.  Naomi was completely out of commission, almost lifeless as the stunning climax overtook her.

Foley supported her, driving into her to chase his own pleasure.  He was like a jackhammer, relentlessly pounding as he until his body seized and spazzed.  He jerked stiffly, Naomi felt the wet heat inside her body through the sheath of the condom.  She tipped over onto the bed, still entangled with Foley, very satisfied indeed.

Chapter Four

Naomi awoke strewn across the bed of the hottest man she had ever been with or hope to be with in her life.  If this had been two or so days before when she and her best friend Kay were having lunch at Mario’s and someone said you’re about to spend the night in the arms of a man who belonged on a Fifth Avenue billboard, she would have backed away from them slowly.

But it was real.  She clutched her pillow which smelled of him and savored it.  He appeared from his bathroom, naked to the waist like a centaur, brushing his teeth.  He smiled with the toothbrush between his teeth.

“Morning,” he said, levering his eyebrow.

She sat up with the sheet draped across her breasts like an evening gown.   Naomi was filled with joy.  She could not help but smile from ear to ear.

“Morning,” she said with a giggle.  “I have been so so bad.”

“And that’s a good thing,” he said with a wink.

“I guess I gotta get home,” she said.