Blind man's Bluff
written by:
TxRad

Blind Man's Bluff

By TxRad

Linda was a health nut and ran the beach twice a day, every day, rain, or shine. She lived a block away and loved the sound and smell of the ocean as she ran. Since the company she worked for had computerized, she only had to go into her office once or twice a month. This gave her a lot more free time, as she did not have to drive two hours each morning and evening. She also found that she could get more work done in less time, without all the distractions caused by her fellow workers. She thought she had the best of all worlds.

It was early June, the weather was starting to warm nicely as the sun shined almost daily, the early spring rains almost over. For a week now, she had noticed an older man sitting lotus fashion on the sand as she made her turn at the end of the beach. He was a big man and it surprised her that he could sit in that position. She thought it odd; he sat, and stared out over the waves, his head, and body erect but perfectly still. Even when she ran by, he did not move or follow her with his eyes. Most men did, which is what puzzled Linda.

She was five nine, and slender, she knew she looked good in her short shorts and skimpy halter-top. Even though she didn't particularly care for her small breasts, they were hers and she made do with what she had. Anyway, she didn't have to wear a bra or worry about them sagging. She was proud of her looks but not vain about them. She did like to show herself off to her best advantage and sometimes, she let her exhibitionist streak free to play. It excited her to accidentally on purpose, flash some unsuspecting guy, every now and then.

After a few more days, this guy became a challenge to her. She even jogged one day in her skimpiest thong bikini and he still did not look at her. Maybe he was one of those Hindu guru types and in some kind of trance, but he did not look the type. He had a wide face with high cheekbones that looked more American Indian than eastern Indian. His hair was dark and long, tied in a ponytail down his back. His thick mustache and goatee were white, in stark contrast to his deep tan and dark hair. He was an enigma and intriguing to Linda, a mystery to be solved.

*****

The next day she wore her normal shorts and halter-top when she went for her morning jog. As she made the turn at the end of the beach, she stopped and bent at the waist, placing her hands flat on the sand between her shoulder width spread feet. Her ass pointed straight at the man and she could feel the soft material of the shorts pulled up tightly into the crease of her ass and her sex. She knew he could easily see the outer lips of her pussy. Even she could see them in this position. She watched the man from between her legs, his head did not move, the dark sunglasses he wore pointed straight at the ocean.

"Damn, what's with this guy?" she asked herself in a whisper.

Maybe he was gay she thought, as she straightened up and then bent to stretch her body down each leg, her small breasts almost touching each knee. Even if he was gay, he should at least glance this way. He may not look because of her sex but he should at least appreciate her flexibility. His head did not move.

Completely perplexed and curious as hell, she walked over to stand a few feet from him. After a second or two, he said, "Hello Miss, are you enjoying your jog today? You weren't getting a cramp or anything, so why did you stop and stretch today?" His head still had not moved.

Linda frowned, wondering how he knew she had stopped to stretch for no reason, no physical reason that is. She ignored his questions and said, "I thought I'd stop and say hello, you're new here at the beach, aren't you?"

For the first time his head moved and he nodded, "I just moved down here a few weeks ago. I own the house in back of the dunes here."

Linda turned and looked at the tall two-story beach house sticking up above the small dunes. She knew it had been vacate for a long while, the old couple that had owned it had died a year or so earlier.

"That's a large place for just one person, isn't it?" She asked, fishing for information.

He chuckled and replied, "Yes it is, but the price was right. The older people who lived there before were my parents, when they passed away, I inherited it."

His answer paralleled her thoughts so closely she shivered. "I saw them around but I didn't know them to well. They seemed to be really nice and I was sorry to hear they had died," Linda said cocking her head to the side slightly, he still had not look up at her.

"Yes, they were good people," he said softly, smiling for the first time.

Linda glanced at the house with its large covered front porch and then back at the man. "Why don't you watch the ocean from the porch, you'd have a better view."

He chuckled and replied, "I'm not watching the ocean, I'm listening to it, and I can hear better from here. The sound is different up there and the wind interferes."

"Huh!" Linda said.

The man chuckled again and said, "I'm blind, and I have been for about thirty five years now."

"Oh!" Linda said and then realized that she was blushing. Then she wondered why she was blushing about flashing a blind man. She chuckled at herself.

"You find that funny?" The man asked.

"No!" Linda said hurriedly, "No, I was. Uh, that is. Well." Linda was now at a loss to explain her chuckle without revealing the truth. "Let's just say I was chuckling at myself and leave it at that."

He grinned and replied, "How intriguing, now I'm curious. Being blind has its advantages and disadvantages."

For the first time, he turned his head and looked up. "I know I missed something good this time. It would be just like my usual bad luck for you to have flashed me or something." Then he chuckled.

Linda drew a sharp breath and waved her hand right in front of his face. He did not move or flinch, he just smiled. "Waving your hand around my face won't make any difference. I could just have good muscle and body control, so you couldn't be sure either way."

"How did you.? Oh, you felt the air move," Linda said. "Hey, if you're blind, how did you know I was a woman when I walked up here? I'm not wearing any perfume and you called me miss, as if I was young. How do you know I'm the same person that jogs here every day? A lot of people jog here."

He laughed and looked back at the ocean before he spoke. "I've been blind long enough to learn a few tricks. Yes, many people jog here but you have a distinct sound to your stride, you must have injured your left ankle when you were younger. You favor that foot; the stride is shorter on that side. You also have long legs from the sound of it. The sound of your voice tells me you are around five nine or five ten. The sound of your running and your steps as you walked up told me you were a woman. Since you run every day and never breathe hard, you must be young or at least younger. Now that we have talked a little, I'd guess you're in your early thirties, tall, slender, and blonde."

"Ok, smarty. What am I wearing?" Linda asked with a laugh.

He grinned and replied, "That's one of the disadvantages, I know you're barefooted but beyond that, you could be wearing a snowsuit or totally nude."

Taking a deep breath, he grinned. "Nope, not a snowsuit, you're not sweaty enough for the heat. You're not wearing much because I can smell a lot of you."

He turned his head in Linda's direction and sniffed a couple of times. Then he grinned. "You did flash me and you find it exciting." He stated flatly.

Linda gasped and backed up a few steps, which made him laugh. He shook his head slowly and said, "No, my sense of smell isn't that good. It was the sharp breath you took earlier and most women flash for just that reason, it's exciting. You have to watch us blind dirty old men, we're tricky."

Linda chuckled and then it turned into a laugh. After a moment, she moved back closer to him and squatted down. She spread her knees wide apart and rested her forearms on her thighs. The crotch of her shorts pulled up between her pussy lips. Any man would be goggle eyed at this display and grinning like hell. The man's head remained level and he was still smiling gently.

"You are something else," she said after another moment. "I'm beginning to think you see more than most people with two good eyes."

He grinned broadly and replied, "You mean like the fact that you're flashing me at this very moment and enjoying the hell out of it. Now, I can smell your excitement, sweet and musky, clean and fresh."

Linda gasped and closed her knees. He frowned and then smiled. "Damn, I was enjoying that smell; it's been a long time since I last smelled it."

Linda felt herself blush again. "Damn, that's the second time you've made me blush. I didn't even know I could do that anymore. Why a blind man should make me blush is what I was chuckling about earlier."

"The mind is a strange and beautiful place," he said softly. "Do you know that sight takes up more of your mental time than anything else? Personally, I think that is why we dream. The mind has to have pictures to occupy its time."

He stopped talking and turned his head back forward. "The mind is a strong force; it controls our body and its emotions and reactions. You have not had enough time for your mind to except the fact of my blindness. It is controlling your body as though I can see and have caught you being naughty, so you blush. Not having to look at all those pictures, gives my mind more time to think." He ended with a chuckle. "I sure miss them though. I am sure you are one beautiful lady and I would be very honored for you to take the time and thought to flash me. I'd also be very turned on by it, I'm sure."

Linda laughed, placed a hand on the man's shoulder, and leaned over to kiss his cheek. Leaving the hand on his shoulder, she leaned back and said, "You're a sweet man, a little spooky at times, but sweet." She chuckled and then added, "I'm Linda, by the way. What's your name?"

"Hello Linda, glad to meet you. I'm called Rider by my friends and I hope you'll call me that," he said holding his right hand out in Linda's general direction.

She took the offered hand and shook it; it was as big as a catcher's mitt, her hand disappeared in his gentle grip. "Rider, I'm glad to meet you too and yes, I think we're going to be good friends. We're off to a good start anyway, you're making me blush, and I like it." She ended up laughing.

"Can I look at you?" Rider asked. "Feel your face that is, I see quite well with my fingertips."

"Uh, ok, but remember, I don't have my makeup on so I look a fright," Linda said making a joke.

"That's alright, I won't have to worry about messing it up then, women are so fussy about things like that. Feeling someone up, I mean looking at them with your fingertips, isn't like looking at someone out of the corner of your eye, after all," he said and grinned.

Linda laughed and replied, "I'll have to remember that." She was thoughtful for a second and then added with a chuckle, "Flashing you for real would be more of a grope then wouldn't it. That could get me in trouble, for sure."

Rider nodded and chuckled. Moving his feet off his knees, he uncrossing his legs and rose straight to his feet, the only thing his hands touched was the cane that was in his left hand. His move had been one fluid motion, quick, strong, and sure. Linda looked up at him for a second, from her squat position, as her surprise at him suddenly being on his feet wore off. She slowly stood up. He was taller than she had first though, at least a head taller than she.

He had looked large sitting down, now he looked huge. The t-shirt he wore would make her a dress, she thought. No, make that a dress for two of her. His shoulders were over three feet wide and his chest stretched the material and then hung down to hide his waist. The blue jogging shorts were loose on him, and she wondered where he got a pair that size. His big thighs had well defined, sculptured muscles and his calves were large and bulged out. His bare feet were about the only normally sized thing about him; they almost looked too small to hold him up.

Her eyes moved up to his face and she grinned. "Damn, how does someone as big as you, move so fast? Mountains are supposed to move slowly."

He laughed and turned toward her, he looked even bigger. "It's all done with mirrors," he said jokingly. More seriously, he went on, "I've surprised more than one person. I work out and practice my martial arts, although some people think they are more black magic than martial arts. I have to have something to do, to occupy myself. My work doesn't take up much of my time."

"Oh, what do you do? I'm in advertising myself. I do the art work and lay outs," Linda said. Rider's large hands came up toward her face as she spoke, the cane hanging from a loop on his wrist. One of his hands was big enough to cover her whole face.

"You're just going to touch, right." She asked with a little quiver in her voice.

He chuckled and nodded. "Yes, I haven't goofed up and crushed anyone's skull in a long time now."

As his fingertips brushed her hair, Linda said, "That's good to know."

His fingers were soft and gentle as they traced her face. The fingers and thumbs seemed to cover her face in a precise pattern, almost like one of her drawing programs. They moved past her jaw line and went down along her neck and then out her shoulders.

At that point, he said, "Stand very still, and don't move. This won't hurt a bit, I promise."

He grinned as his hands moved a short ways away from her body, about three inches and started to move in slow circling patterns. It was so strange; they seemed to follow the contours of her body, back, front, and sides. They never touched her but she could feel them just the same. As one passed in front of her sex, it paused and then moved in small up and down movements for a second. Linda gasped and almost moved back as a tingling started between her legs.

The hand moved on and he said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I should have remembered that you were already a little turned on from your flashing and sensitive."

As his hands went lower, he bent forward, his face ending up about three inches from Linda's. She studied his face, and wondered what it would be like to kiss those full lips surrounded by all that hair. She had never even dated anyone with a mustache, much less a mustache and goatee.

He stopped his hands around her knees and stood up. "Now I'll know you anywhere and yes, you are one beautiful young woman. You have a fine, strong body and you take excellent care of it."

As his hands moved away from her body, Linda shivered and tensed up. She quickly wondered why she had only now tensed up and had been so relaxed as his big hands moved so close to her body.

"What kind of a magic trick was that? I have seen mapping plotters that weren't that precise. The distance your hands were from me did not vary, hardly at all and you didn't touch me once. I felt as though I could feel your hands but they weren't touching me. What gives?" She asked.

"All things have a field that covers and encloses them. If I could still see, yours would probably be light blue, with varying shades of pink highlighting certain areas. I just followed the outer edge of the field. What you were feeling was my field interacting with yours. Most people aren't sensitive enough, or should I say attuned enough to feel that," Rider said slowly, as though he were explaining a well-known theory or principle.

"Ok, if you say so," Linda said and grinned. "The only time I see glowing people is when I've drank to much tequila. It doesn't last long though, as I usually pass out shortly after that."

Rider laughed and shook his head. "That stuff will kill you. I know; I used to drink my share of it and then some. I had to quit, it started to make me mean, and that was not good. I cleaned out a bar one night after drinking a bottle and spent a week in jail, probably the lowest point in my life. I swore off after that."

"Is that when you lost you sight?" Linda asked.

He seemed to look off in the distance and shook his head. "No, I had been blind already for four years when that happened. It's what changed my life and got me back on track. I went back to the VA hospital when I got out of jail and that is where I met a guy named Wounded Bear. He was an American Indian, a Shaolin Priest, a natural weapons specialist, a Vietnam vet like me, and above all, a friend. He started me on a different road, one that used my anger and fears to raise me above my blindness. A road that led me back to where I could see the light."

He stopped talking and just stood as still as a statue. Linda did not know what to say so she re-asked a question from earlier. "You never did say what you did for a living."

His head turned slowly toward her and he smiled as he replied, "I'm a writer. I write fiction, mostly short stories for magazines but I have a couple of books published also."

"If you tell me you write children's books, I'll scream," she said jokingly.

"How did you know?" He asked and then laughed. "No, I write action and adventure stories. Most of it with a science fiction theme, although both the books I have published, dealt with war and the effects it has on people, both the ones in battle and the ones at home." He grinned and added, "For fun, I write erotica. It's probably my best stuff but there is just not a paying market for it. I wish there was because I find it easy to write, I'm good at it, and I enjoy it. I don't let many people see it, but the few I have let read it, seem to enjoy it. They are always asking for more at any rate."

"So you have a kinky side too, and here I was thinking I was the only one," Linda said and laughed. "Seriously though, I like a good story every now and then, where would I find your books and short stories. I might even find your porno interesting." She laughed again. "It might be informative, sex, romance, and love from the view point of a blind man, especially from a blind man that sees things so well. Who knows, I might learn a thing or three."

She took a deep breath and then went on, "God knows I could use a little help in that department. The caliber of men I've been dating lately seems to be getting worse, not better."

"Maybe you're looking to hard or in the wrong places," Rider said. "Maybe you should let it sneak up on you."

Linda laughed and replied, "I am getting older, but I'm not desperate yet. I have always told myself that I would know it when the right man came along. The only problem is that most of the ones I'm attracted to are either already married or gay. The ones that aren't are not worth having and I'm not going to make that mistake."

"Good girl," Rider said with a grin. "I was married one time, a long time ago. When I came back from Vietnam blind, she was there for me. When I became a bitter asshole, she left me. She made a good choice and I know that now, back then I did not. By the time I learned, she had found someone else and remarried. She's got a good man and a very nice family, we've even become friends." He smiled but had a sad look on his face.

Suddenly he said, "Ok, enough of that. How about if I race you back to your place?" He said with a big grin.

Linda laughed and asked, "What do I get when I win? I don't race just for fun you know."

"I'd worry more about what it will cost you when you lose?" Rider said with a chuckle.

"Hey wait a minute, if I beat you, then I'm taking advantage of a blind man, if I lose, then I have to live with the fact that you beat me. That's a no win situation any way you slice it. Maybe we need to just sit down and talk some more. I'm enjoying getting to know you, even if you are the weirdest blind man I have ever met. Come to think about it, you're the only blind man I've ever met. Are they all as weird as you are?" Linda asked and then laughed.

"No, I'm afraid that I'm one of a kind," Rider said and turned toward the house before he went on, "Well, since you won't race me, how about letting me make lunch for us. That is, if you don't have something better to do than entertaining and indulging me. If you do, I'll understand, believe me."

Linda looked him up and down for a second, he was a big man and kind of foreboding in appearance, but she felt no fear or uneasiness about being alone with him, so she said, "I'd love to have lunch with you. I finished work for this week yesterday so I'm free until Tuesday."

"I hope it doesn't take me that long to make lunch," Rides said and then grinned.

Linda chuckled and said, "I wasn't trying to imply that, if you must know, I was hinting that I was available for a date later. That is if you are interested and don't already have another lady on the line. I've already found out that you live alone but you're probably up to your neck with all the ladies that are chasing after you."

Rider laughed and held out his arm, as Linda took it he said, "I just got here; you're the first lady I've met, not counting the secretary at the lawyers office. She was dropping hints all over the place but she was too desperate, if you know what I mean."

As they started walking toward the house, Linda chuckled and said, "Desperate, huh. More desperate than me, you mean. I'm not sure whether that is good or not. It leaves a lot of room for interpretation."

"You are not desperate in the least. You are outgoing, fun loving, and very secure with yourself for the most part. Just the kind of person I like to spend time with. Anyway, she had a green aurora, way to jealous and clinging for my tastes," he said as he slowly swept his cane back and forth across the sand in front of them.

"You could tell all that just from talking to her that one time." Linda asked.

"I was at that lawyer's on about four different occasions over a two month period of time. I learned a whole lot about a lot of things, most of them, none of my business," he said as he made a quartering turn to his left. The tip of his cane was about three feet from a large chunk of driftwood. They went about ten feet in this direction and then headed directly toward the house again.

"Is there radar in the end of that cane?" Linda asked and told him about the driftwood.

"The cane is just for show and catches any changes that have occurred since I last came this way. I have a mental picture of the beach between the waters edge and my house. I know the number of paces to most obstacles and how to avoid them," he explained slowly.

"You're counting paces and talking to me at the same time? I have trouble walking and chewing bubble gum so I'm impressed," Linda said.

"I don't have to sort all the pictures that you do, so I have more time to do other things mentally. It takes a little practice as does most things, but it becomes second nature like breathing after a while. Most of the time, I don't even realize I'm doing it until I need a number and then, there it is magically. Would you like me to demonstrate this magical power for you?" He asked as he stopped walking.

"Oh, I believe you and I know it's not magic. You move to confidently not to have an edge. Anyway, I have heard about it and seen it on TV before. It's just a little disconcerting to see a live demonstration though. A little spooky, if you understand what I mean, from my view point," Linda said and they started walking again.

Rider grinned and said, "That's twice you've used the word spooky in association with me. You know, I have never thought of anything I do as being spooky in any way, shape, or form. It is natural to me; the way things have to be done to compensate for my blindness. That's another thing, most people shy away from mentioning that I am blind, as if maybe I don't realize it or something. You do not, you except it and discuss it when you have a point to make or need to find out something. I like that, it is straight forward and honest."

His cane bumped the rise of the dunes and he sighed, "This is the only time, I have a problem. I never am really sure where the cut through the dunes is. Is it right or is it left? When I get close to the house as we are now, I know exactly where it is. I knew the general angle when we left the beach. The slight variation between is what screws me up."

"About ten feet to your right," Linda supplied and then added, "Why don't you put a little sound beacon, you can trigger remotely at the entrance to the cut. It would solve your problem I think."

Rider stopped, turned toward her, and laughed, when he stopped he said, "If I knew where your lips were, I'd kiss you. That is so simple an idea that I would have never thought of it."

On a sudden impulse, Linda stepped forward, came up onto her toes, and kissed his full lips just for a second. His hand went to her waist right at the top of her hip and her shorts. Not grabbing her but just resting there, more as a reference than anything else.

After a second or two, he licked his lips and said, "Thank you for the idea and for the kiss." Then his hand moved away from her waist and they resumed walking.

After a minute or so, he said softly, "You didn't tell me I was off course until I said something, most people would have been giving directions long before."

"I didn't realize there was a problem until you said something. As you said, I haven't had time for the fact of your blindness to sink in yet. I'll probably be just like the rest of the people after I've been around you for a while," Linda stated.

"I don't think so," Rider said. "I think you let people make their own mistakes until they ask for help. I do not mean that you would stand by and let someone get hurt, you would not do that. You do let people go they're own way though."

Linda chuckled and then said, "I hadn't ever thought about it until now but I think you're right. I don't like to meddle in other people affairs when it's none of my business and no, I wouldn't let anyone get hurt if I thought I could do anything about it. That just wouldn't be right."

As they reached the base of the stairs leading up to the house, Rider said, "I'll have to check on this beacon idea, I can see a lot of uses for it. It might be a profitable idea, if no one else has already come up with it. I don't think either one of us is allergic to money, am I right? You'll be a full partner in this deal if there's anything to it."

Linda chuckled as she followed him up the steps. "I wasn't looking for money when I told you my idea; I was just solving a problem. Not that I will turn it down mind you, I can always use spare cash. I make fairly good money but its expensive living here. Although, I can't see myself living anywhere else, I was born here and will probably never leave again. I moved to the city once. Boy, was that a big mistake, way to many people and so rude. I bailed out and came back home."

She stopped talking as she realized she was rambling on and on. Why she was, she wasn't sure. A million things were chasing each other around her head. From the sight of his butt and thighs, right before her eyes, to the kiss a moment ago that had sparked a flash of heat that had pooled in her loins. She had not felt this way about any man in a long time, ready to jump his bones at the slightest invitation. She suddenly realized that she had felt this way ever since his hand had paused in front of her sex and started it to tingling. The tingle was gone but the urge was still there and very strong.

When he crossed the porch and opened the door to the house, Linda stayed at the top of the stairs. He waited a second for her to cross the porch and enter the house. When she did not, he looked in her general direction and asked, "Is something wrong?"

For a second Linda wondered the same thing and then she said, "I don't think this is a good idea right now. Maybe I should come back later."

He turned toward her and cocked his head at a slight angle. "You have nothing to fear or worry about from me," he said softly.

Linda looked at him and took a deep breath before she said, "It's not you, I'm worried about, it's me."

"Excuse me, I don't understand?" Rider said with a confused look on his face. "You're not an ax murder or something, are you?"

She chuckled and replied, "No, I'm not a murder, I'm something a lot worse. To tell the truth, which I probably should not do but I will. I'm in heat right now and all I can think about is jumping your bones. It's been slowly building every since I first saw you two weeks ago, and over the last few hours it's grown to almost bonfire proportions. I think for both our sakes, I need to run home and take a cold shower or two or three. I know I'll hate myself later but I need to go."

She took the stairs two at a time and trotted off toward the beach before Rider could say anything.

*****

For the next week, Linda jogged the other direction down the beach from Rider's place. Being embarrassed over what she had told him was not the reason. The reason was that every time she thought about him in the slightest, she would get wet and horny. She was short tempered and snappish with everyone she met or had to deal with. That Thursday morning, she had, had to go into the office for a meeting about a new client and it had been a nightmare.

Finally, her best friend Jean had pulled her to the side and asked what the hell her problem was? Linda was almost in tears as she sketchily told her what the problem was. They excused themselves and made a hasty journey to the ladies room.

Once they were safely inside, Jean turned to Linda and asked, "Like I said before, what the hell is the problem? If you want to ball this guy, you're a big girl, go for it. End of problem."

Linda leaned up against the vanity and gave Jean all the details or at least most of them, leading up to her leaving Rider standing on the porch. Then she said, "I don't know if that would solve anything or not. I have considered doing just that but I don't want to give him any wrong ideas about me. I don't want this to be just a one-night stand or some kind of a fling. I feel like I'm between a rock and a very hard place."

Jean laughed and replied, "Oh yeah, you there alright, and boy have you got it bad."

"What the hell are you talking about, Jean? I'm where and got what?" Linda asked snappishly. "I'm not in the mood for games."

Jean laughed again and replied simply, "Love, dear, you're in love and you're right, it's not a game. I have been married now for ten years and I'm talking from experience. My husband Tom hit me almost as bad as this guy has hit you. The first time our lips met, I liked to have came all over myself, and I was climbing all over him. He could have had me right there or in the middle of Main Street for that matter, I did not care. Luckily, I scared him so bad he chickened out and took me home. It was a couple of weeks before he called me again but it all worked out for the best. I wasn't a virgin bride but I wasn't pregnant either." She ended with a chuckle. "Much to everyone's surprise, I might add."

Linda looked at Jean as though she were crazy for a moment or two and then her expression changed to one of wonder. Could Jean be right? She had, had infatuations before and even a few lustful affairs but love? She wasn't sure that she had ever felt it for anyone except maybe her parents and a few friends and relatives. This did not fit anywhere in those feelings. This was something totally out of left field.

When she told Jean this, Jean just looked at her and grinned as she said, "Yeah, but you can't very well fuck your parents or relatives. That is the difference here, good old down and dirty sex. It may start as pure lust, but it ends up being love, believe me. If it was just good old, get my cookies lust, you'd have jumped him the first chance you got and thought no more about it. Trust me, you've got it big time."

Linda thought about it for a while and then asked, "So what do I do now? I feel like I have blown it completely as it is. He's probably cuddled up with a certain secretary right now."

Jean asked, "Secretary? What secretary?"

"Never mind her, she's not important, anyway she's probably just my paranoid brain talking," Linda said hastily.

"Ok then, my best advice would be to get your little ass back home, go for a jog down his end of the beach, and see if he is still there. If he's not on the beach then go to the house, and no, you don't need any excuse. Just show up and act as if nothing has happened. If he doesn't mention it, then don't you either. Try to take up where you left off, if you can, just don't get in a rush to jump him. Let it simmer and then let nature take its course. If there are feelings on his end as well, he will be waiting and with bells on, believe me," Jean said and moved over to hug Linda.

When she released her, she grinned and said, "Now scoot, I'll cover things here, you go score you a man. We've got to keep our priorities straight, after all."

*****

Linda reached the end of the beach in record time and stopped, as she saw no sign of Rider. Frowning, she took several deep breaths and walked toward the house. Here goes nothing, she thought as she neared the cut through the dunes. She stopped at the entrance to the cut and stood there staring at a small rod with a plastic ball on the top. Could this be the sound beacon, she had thought up that day? If it was here so soon then someone else must have thought of it first. She grinned and shook her head at the thought of her lost fortune going up in smoke. With another deep breath, she headed for the house.

*****

At the top of the steps, she stopped and for the first time wondered if she was doing the right thing. Ever since her talk with Jean, the tingle and the horniness had not come back to plague her when she thought of Rider. She pulled herself together, walked over to the door, and knocked.

It was only a moment or two before the door opened but it felt like forever. When it did, Rider stood there wearing just a pair of jogging shorts. Her heart skipped a beat; she stepped forward, and put her arms around his neck, came up on her toes, and kissed him. His arms were around her waist instantly and he lifted her completely off the floor, hugging her to him, her small breasts pressed tightly to his massive, muscular chest. At the touch of his lips the world went away, there was just the two of them floating in their own little void with no time, past or present. All was as it should be.

At some point, her legs came up and locked around his hips, and his hands cupped her ass, pressing her tighter to him. Then his hands were warm and compelling as they gently stroked her back from her shoulders to her butt and back, repeatedly. Another point was passed and she broke the kiss gasping for air. She looked around quickly and saw that they were inside the house with the door shut. No one else was in sight.

She took a deep shuddering breath and said huskily, "I hope we're alone and you don't have any plans for the next couple of days." Not waiting for an answer, she kissed him again.

When next the kiss broke, he was breathing as hard as she was. After a moment he said, "We're alone and the only plans I have are for you and us." The kiss was back on and hotter than ever.

When Linda next surfaced, she found herself straddling his lap and they were sitting on the edge of a bed on the second floor, overlooking the great room downstairs.

"You read my mind," she whispered and went back to kissing him as he slowly leaned back until he was prone with her on top of him.

In a few minutes, her halter-top disappeared; she had no memory of taking it off. One second it was there and the next his hot mouth was devouring her left breast and then her right. Her nipples ached as his tongue flicked and teased them. The hair of his mustache and goatee, tickled her chest in an erotic sort of way as he took her whole breast into his mouth. Her eyes were shut and she was seeing bright flashes of light as wonderful sensations flowed through her body and pooled in her sex.

Suddenly, she was being lifted, turned, and deposited gently on her back on the bed. Her shorts disappeared and once again, his mouth appeared as if by magic, only this time it was devouring her sex. With strong firm strokes, he licked her from her tailbone to her mound and then started over. His tongue was so hot as it passed down the crease of her ass and made her anus tingle as it bumped over it. It dipped into her molten center and stirred her to new heights and when it touched her clit, she felt electric currents shoot from it and streak off through her body. Everything that had pooled in her sex earlier was now discharging back into her system and returning three fold. The charge built even higher and quicker as his tongue speared into her pussy repeatedly. When he next touched her clit, she exploded in a blinding ball of light.

*****

Slowly she returned from heaven to find her self nestled up tightly to Rider, who was lying on his side holding her and gently stroking her back, hip, and thigh. She sighed deeply and then took a shuddering deep breath. He hugged her tightly to him and kissed the top of her head.

"Welcome back," he whispered.

She could only murmur in pleasure and contentment as he continued to hold and pet her. Her mind was still trying to come to terms with her orgasm, as if that word could even come close to describing what she had just experienced. Her mind was also contemplating what the consummation of this act would be like, if his lips, mouth, and tongue had given her that much pleasure. Surely, she would truly die then. She smiled and murmured softly again, the idea not the least bit frightening.

*****

Linda must have slept because it was dark when she once again had any sense of time or space. Rider still held her and he was breathing slowly and regularly as though he were asleep. She did not want to move but she had to pee badly. Gently she untangled herself from his arms, trying not to wake him. Standing by the side of the bed, she could just barely make out his form in the dim light of the stars coming in the glass front of the great room. She smiled and turned to pad softly across the carpet toward the bathroom.

"Hurry back," he whispered softly.

She chuckled and replied, "You don't have to worry about that. I miss your touch already."

When she returned he was in the bed in a normal fashion and had the covers over himself. He flipped them back on the vacant side of the bed for her and she climbed in. As she snuggled up to him, she realized the jogging shorts were gone and he was as nude as she was. This made her heart skip a beat and her next breath held a little shuddering gasp as she felt his hot, hard manhood press against her thigh and hip as she slipped her leg between his. Her arm went around him and she ran her hand slowly down his hard muscular back and then across his tight and equally hard ass. He had not been kidding about working out, she realized.

They cuddled for a time, then she raised her head from its place on his chest, and she was once again kissing him. His lips were gentle and tender, teasing hers and then nibbling with his teeth at her bottom lip. Then they would melt together and their tongues would fence and duel for a time and then he would be nibbling at her lips, the kiss once more soft and sweet. Over and over, the cycle went as she felt her passion and heat slowly rise. Their hands were stroking and petting each other at the same time, adding fuel to the building fire.

Once the ignition point was reached, they rolled over with her once again on top of him. Where her mind had been in a fog of raging hormones and needs the first time she had laid on top of him, she was now hot with desire but not totally out of control as before.

Straddling his hips, she now found her sex pressed tightly to the top of his member. She broke their kiss and sat up, placing her hands on his chest; she rocked her hips and rubbed herself along his hard shaft. Its thickness and heat felt so good as it rode up and down in her slit. She felt it get slipperier as her juices coated it, allowing her to move in longer and faster strokes along it. She knew if she kept this up much longer, she would explode again, but it felt so good.

She slowed, only to find his hands speeding her back up. This excited her even more as she realized that he wanted her to come again. It was not long at all until the explosion of her orgasm lit up her world again and she collapsed onto his chest and into his waiting arms. This one was not nearly as powerful as the first had been but it was still breath taking.

As she lay there trying to regain control, she could feel his manhood pulsing and throbbing against her sex. She could hardly wait to feel it doing the same thing inside her. Her head swam as a second smaller orgasm swept along her nerve endings and exploded behind her eyes.

*****

As her breathing and heart rate returned to normal, she sighed and slowly sat upright again. She smiled down at Rider and whispered, "Thank you."

He smiled back and said, "You're very welcome, but I was only being selfish. I love to feel you when you come, your body gets so warm, and your aurora flames against mine. I can almost see you when it does."

Linda moved forward slightly, lifted her hips, and reached down between them to raise his shaft to an upright position. As she rubbed the large spongy head against her sopping wet opening she whispered, "When we're joined totally and I come, I should light up the world for you and everyone else to see."

She slowly lowered herself against him and felt the head press against her tight opening, and then it slowly started to slip inside her. She heard a pair of loud groans and realized it was both of them making the noises. Only an inch or two of the large shaft went in before she had to lift her hips and then lower herself back down. Working in small increments, she got half of him inside and had never felt so full in her life. She released his shaft with her hand and slowly rode up and down, feeling him going deeper and deeper. Some part of her brain said she would never be able to take him completely but another knew better and told her to keep on going.

A brilliant flame was growing in the distance as she rode him, and she asked Rider if he could see it. He moaned loudly and said, "Yes, I see it; you are at its center."

"No, we both are," Linda whispered between clenched teeth as she took more of him in and felt the swell of the base of his shaft. A moment longer and she felt her butt touch his hips.

"We are almost there," she whispered, as much to her self as to him, the flame was looming higher and hotter.

She held still for a second savoring the fullness and heat of him deep inside her, the stretched tingling feelings he caused all along the walls of her vagina, the pulse and throb of his manhood matched her heart beat. Then with a surge, she lifted her hips and dropped herself back. Once, twice, three times, the flame burst into a brilliant pure white light with the two of them standing in the middle of it. Someone was yelling and she realized it was them, as the fury of the moment consumed them whole.

*****

Once again, she was cuddled on her side with Rider's strong arms holding and caressing her. The difference this time was that they were connected in the middle of their beings, a light flowing, and glowing between them. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him as he did the same to her. She looked deep into his eyes and knew he was seeing her, truly seeing her.

He grinned and whispered, "Hello, you good woman you."

"Hello, kind sir," she whispered back, a grin on her face also.

They lay there looking at each other, both knowing that this was for the rest of their lives and for all eternity.

*****

Ride of Life woke with the dawn and turned his face toward the windows of the great room and the rising sun. He could see, feel, and hear the dark light of the sun as it slowly broke the edge of the horizon. He offered up a prayer to The Great Spirit for this wondrous and beautiful gift he had received. The one thing that would make his life complete, the one thing that would change his life forever. The one thing that would make him a Liver of Life, instead of just a Rider.

With his pray finished, he turned back to the woman cuddled up against him and was once again in awe of her flaming beauty. She shined with a pure white light that illuminated the world immediately around her and allowed Rider to see. Their love and fulfillment had lit a torch that would slowly burn the darkness of his world up. He knew that they would never be apart, and that he had to nurture and care for their love, as if it were a tender new shoot in the garden of life. He smiled and kissed her hair, smelling the scent of a woman in love, a lusty rich smell like no other on earth.

The world will never be the same he thought as he closed his eyes and sighed deeply, and thankfully neither would he.