I cannot believe my own stupidity. As soon as I look forward again I know I’m going to fall. The tree root seems to have come out of nowhere.

In slow motion I trip, my arms flail trying to stop the inevitable, all to no avail.

The ground seems to be coming toward me at incredible speed. Reality is I am falling face forward onto the gravel path. Before impact I close my eyes. This is going to hurt.

Sprawled on the path I lie there. What would the chances be of the earth opening up underneath me to swallow me up so I can disappear forever? Very slim, I know. Non-existent actually, my brain reminds me and I do a mental head to toe check on possible injuries.

Nothing broken from what I can gauge.

“You ok?”

I wish the ground would swallow me up and spit me out on the other side of the earth.

“Fine,” I mumble and get on to my hands and knees. I’m not fine, not really. Everything hurts and I can see blood from grazes on my knees, elbows and palms of my hands.

Tears threaten but I bite them back. I’m not going to cry.

“Here let me help you up.”

I feel Scott’s strong grip pull me onto my feet.

As soon as I put weight on my right foot, pain shoots through it.

“Ouch,” I wince and shift awkwardly onto my other foot.

“What’s the matter?” Scott peers at me.

“Ankle,” I say and point to my right foot. Ouch. My right ankle’s throbbing. The grazes hurt, and my pride, well it had been trampled on by a heard of elephants.

“Here,” Scott put his left arm around me to support my weight. “Let’s get you over onto that log so we can take a look at your ankle.”

The minute my body touches his, all my pain evaporates and is replaced with desire. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his muscles.

With incredible tenderness, he lowers me onto a fallen tree. Then he gently undoes the laces of my shoe.

“Is this ok?”

I nod. His touch is pushing all my sex buttons. If we weren’t out in the open I don’t know what I would do. Maybe rip the little clothing he was wearing off his body and explore it with mouth and hands.

Once my shoe is removed, Scott works on my sock. Instead of ripping it off, or rolling it down, he takes his time gently pushing it downward inch by inch. Every few seconds he looks at me for any sign of discomfort.

My insides are turning into jelly and my brain is threatening to go on strike. Touch me, I want to whisper but I don’t. Please, please, pretty please touch me. But I stay strong.

Once my foot is bare, Scott holds it in his hands. His fingers press gently on different parts, asking if it hurts.

Each time I shake my head. Agony, this is sheer agony, with my body screaming for more. My pussy is so wet I could just take him here and now.

Suddenly, Scott’s thumb finds the injured spot. I flinch as his fingers gently prod the area.

“I think it’s a sprain.” Scott keeps holding my foot.

I nod. My mouth is parched and I’m afraid my voice will betray me.

I feel Scott’s eyes look right into my soul.

I myself am looking inward. How can this be happening to me? A few days ago I was bewitched by Brad and had the best sex of my life, and here I am practically begging another man to take me and fuck me.

“I’ll help you back to the car.” Scott’s voice penetrates my foggy brain.

If I could I would put some distance between us so I can think better. His presence is unnerving and I cannot think clearly.

As slowly as the shoe and sock came off, Scott puts them back on.

I try and stand but I’m a little unsteady on my feet. I waver and Scott holds onto me.

Please don’t let me go, I whimper silently. Scott, who seems to have turned into a mind reader, keeps his arms around my waist.

“I think I better carry you,” he says and before I can protest I’m in his arms.

Fire rips through me. I feel the hardness of his muscles. He really is the proverbial muscle pack. There are muscles I didn’t even know men had.

“You work out then?” I say and look at his profile.

No effort seems to be expended in him carrying me. It is as if I’m light as a feather. I wish I were. I know I’m slim, but like every other woman in LA I wish I could lose a few of those pesky pounds on my thighs and hips. And if anyone ever talks about childbearing hips again I swear I’ll scream.

Scott glances at me.

“Not as much as I’d like to.” Lust flares up in his eyes.

Butterflies caress my skin. I put my arms around his neck.

“Comfortable?” A pause. “There are different positions we could try, you know?”

I raise my eyebrow in mock surprise.

“I hadn’t thought of different positions.” I smile innocently at him. “What do you suggest?”

Vivid pictures flash through my mind.

Scott fixes me with his intense eyes.

“Well lets see,” there’s a little furrow in his brow and a sparkle in his eyes I have not noticed before. “You could start traditional and move onto the more unusual.”

As he speaks his fingers are caressing my back, drawing little circles on it.

“Tell me more,” I whisper and feel a tingling between my legs.

“I’ve heard of the Tominagi.”

I chuckle. “Is it painful?”

Scott shrugs. “We’d have to give it a go.”

My desire intensifies.

“And?”

My eyes hang on each and every one of his words.

“Doggy lift, fireman pole and one of my favorite, Swiss ball blitz.”

I take my gaze off his face and look around. Unfortunately I realize we are at the most exposed part of the Canyon trail. There’s not even a tree or high grass in sight.

“And you are experienced in all of those?” I continue our banter.

“Well, in some I’m experienced, in others I would I like to get more…” he pauses, “experience. You know with this sort of stuff you can never have too much experience.”

I feel one of his hands move toward my backside. He’s managing to hold me in such a way tha his hand is now on my bare skin.

My grip around his neck tightens. I want to take some of my weight off his arms so he can continue his search for more personal parts of my body.

“And during all this getting experience,” I continue, “have you worked out which is your favorite or are you still working on it?”

He throws his head back and laughs.

“I might need to go over some of them again to make sure which one I would rank as number one. I just need a willing subject.”

By now his fingers are sliding along my ass. If only he could get to my pussy from there. I shift in his arms.

“Painful?”

I shake my head.

“We could try a different position?”

Our eyes meet and our gazes lock. Slowly he lowers me to the ground before picking me up again. This time I wrap both my legs around his waist. My arms go back around his neck.

“Better?” he murmurs into my ear.

Action is still rather limited this way, but my pussy now feels his erect dick. I know he’s as turned on and ready for action as I am.

To my relief I can see the car park not too far into the distance. Mental calculations confirm we can be back at my apartment ready to rip each other’s clothes off in less than twenty minutes.

I’m breathing hard and this time not from physical exertion.

Scott’s chest rises and falls against my breasts. I can feel his muscles and heart beat through the flimsy material that separates our skin. He too is breathing a little faster.

Finally at the car he slowly lowers me to the ground. My back is against the driver’s door.

The instant my feet touch the ground, Scott’s mouth is on top of mine and his tongue is demanding access into my mouth.

I groan and dig my fingernails into his neck. His hands are pushing under my top and are squeezing my nipples.

Tempted as I am to rip his shorts off I am aware of other parked cars and the possibility of strangers coming upon us having sex.

Briefly I let my hands move down into his shorts, just to feel his cock. It’s hard, its long and it’s ready for me.

“Let’s go to my place.” I invite him, and he doesn’t need to be asked twice.