Felicia

Those last ten miles were the longest of the entire trip. After he messed around with the device, it was hitting me right in the sweet spot. That’s why I didn’t complain when he turned up the intensity. It was a good opportunity for me to test my ability to maintain control of my senses with an incredible distraction between my legs. Ever since learning to control my anxiety and blushing, I’ve become increasingly interested in how I can control my body under adverse conditions. Not that this is adverse—far from it.

“Pull in next to those pine trees,” he says as we leave the highway and travel down the unmarked gravel road. “I wouldn’t take a new car beyond this point.”

“Looks like a good choice,” I reply, seeing that the road is completely unmaintained beyond this point. “I’m not even sure I should leave this thing in. I’ll probably slip and twist an ankle or something.”

“We’ll leave it here,” he says, grabbing hold of it and once again moving it just slightly within me. “But first, I’m going to have a little more fun with it.” The waves of pleasure immediately radiate within me as he teases my most sensitive area. “You like it, huh?”

“Oh, no. I hate it,” I reply as another wave of sensations moves through my core. He begins moving it more aggressively, using it like a standard dildo while caressing my nub with this other thumb. “Yes, this is awesome,” I whisper, not wanting him to stop. I continue to grip the wheel, even though we’re now parked. The steering wheel gives me something to grip, becoming a bit overwhelmed with pleasure. “Oh, my God,” I shout, feeling the first wave of orgasm taking hold. After being teased for over an hour, it’s incredibly intense.

“That was beautiful,” he says, slipping the device out of me, wrapping it in a napkin, and putting it back into his briefcase. “I don’t have anything important in there,” he says, apparently reading my thoughts.

“I need to just sit here for a second,” I tell him, closing my eyes and savoring the aftermath as he continues to massage my clit. “That was really intense.”

“I’ll show you something intense,” he replies, guiding my hand to his rock-hard bulge. “I’ve been hard for the last hour, so you’re not the only one feeling teased.”

“Yours was self inflicted, so I don’t feel sorry for you,” I reply with a giggle. “In fact, I think we should just head for Leavenworth. I feel pretty satisfied after that intense orgasm.”

“You really know how to hurt a guy.” He lifts my hand from stroking his cock and moves it back to the steering wheel. “You have to at least see the waterfall. It’s gorgeous,” he adds, knowing I can’t resist natural beauty.

“I was just joking,” I assure him, giving his rock-hard cock another love pat. “Getting laid beneath a waterfall is at the top of every adventurous woman’s bucket list.”

“If not, it should be,” he says, opening the car door. “We should probably put on the top and lock the doors. Just in case someone pulls off the highway and sees the car down here.”

“Yeah, I was planning on locking it up.” I smirk at the thought of someone catching us in the act again. “You know, it was kind of exciting to have sex in front of people the other night, but I think it’s more fun to be sneaky and have outdoor sex without getting caught.”

“Yeah, I like that better too,” he readily admits. “I know Brix loves performing, but that’s really not my thing. All I need is you and me, nothing more.”

“Me too.” I lean in and give him a kiss as the top closes. “I love you more each passing day.” I stare into his eyes with a feeling that I always thought was reserved for fairytales.

“I love you more too,” he replies, kissing me back. “If I couldn’t be with you for some reason, I don’t think I would want to be with anyone.”

“I appreciate that, but if something happens to me, I want you to find someone new,” I tell him with a pang right through the heart. “I mean, if I die or something,” I quickly clarify. “I wouldn’t want you to spend your life alone.”

“I would want the same for you,” he says, placing his hand on my cheek. “But only if I’m dead or in a really long coma. I don’t think I could handle seeing you with someone else. You are mine. I knew it from the moment I saw you outside my office. I don’t know why, but I knew there was a reason you were walking into my life.”

“I’ve often thought of how that all came about and can’t believe that I actually came and met with you after finding that catalog,” I tell him, knowing how far out of my comfort zone that had been. “Sorry again that my catalog idea was a miserable failure.”

“Marketing is all about trying things. Some things work, but most of them fail, so please don’t waste your time thinking about it,” he scolds. “People who can’t handle failure don’t take any chances, and marketing is all about taking chances. Other than that one thing, everything else you’ve done has been pure gold. So now, you just have to do one for that little gadget we just tested, and hopefully, it will pay for the down payment on this car.”

“I know.” I shake my head and roll my eyes. “I’m still a perfectionist at heart, even if I’m getting better at hiding it. Now, lets go make love under a waterfall.”

“I’m not sure we can do it under this one, but if it’s possible, I’m up for it.” He looks down at his dress pants. “If I would’ve thought this through, I would’ve stopped home and grabbed some shorts and sandals. A t-shirt would’ve been nice too.”

“We can get something when we get to Leavenworth. You’re not going to need clothes here anyway.” I feel a tingle deep inside and reach to open the door. “Let’s get going before somebody shows up.”

Rex

Felicia takes me by the hand and leads the way, even though she has no idea where she’s going. I would rather let her lead the way anyway so I can hang back and take in the view of her sweet ass and bare legs. After years of sleeping with women for a living, I had a deep-seated fear that I would tire of being with any one women after a few months. The biggest shock I’ve had the past few months is that I’m more obsessed with her now than I was three months ago. It defies all logic.

“Let’s just go toward the sound,” she says, heading off the rugged little path.

“Right behind you.” A smile crosses my face as she steps through waist-high foliage in her sandals and a short dress. “Make sure you avoid the poison oak,” I tease, causing her to freeze mid-stride. “Not that I’ve seen any.”

“Okay, you can go ahead and lead,” she says, glancing back at me. “I don’t even know what it looks like, and that’s the last thing I need going up my dress.” Her expression turns pained.

“Yeah, that wouldn’t be good,” I agree, having had it on my leg once as a kid. “You definitely wouldn’t want that between your thighs. It was bad enough when I got it on my shin. I don’t think I slept at all the first night.”

I spot a small path to our left where people have been walking and lead her across to it. “You’re such a follower,” she spouts, not missing a chance to get in a dig. I don’t even look back because I can see our destination is just ahead. Having been here before, I know there is a small opening beneath the waterfall that just might be big enough for the two of us. If her desire is to make love beneath a waterfall, then that’s exactly what we’re going to do.

“Wow, that’s gorgeous,” Felicia gushes as the falls come into view. “Where are we going?” She becomes increasingly inquisitive as I guide her along the edge of the stream.

“You said you wanted to make love under a waterfall, so here we go.” I step out onto a large rock, holding her hand and moving my left foot to the next rock. “Follow behind me,” I tell her as I make room for her on the first rock. “This water is damn cold, so you don’t want to go swimming.” The water in these mountain streams can be forty-five degrees or less even this time of year.

“That was crazy!” She giggles as she jumps from the last rock to the small rock ledge behind the waterfall. “But this is really cool. But you’re right, this water is freezing,” she adds, feeling the mist with her hand. “This would be amazing on a really hot day.”

“I think it’s amazing right now,” I reply, taking her lips in mine. A steady flow of mist continues to saturate our hair, clothes, and skin. I trail my lips down her neck and slip my hands beneath her dress, not wanting to wait another moment. “I need you now.”

Without a word, she reaches for my belt, undoing it along with the button and zipper. “Back up against the wall,” she says, pushing my pants down and carefully positioning herself between my legs. The watery mist kisses at her hair as she takes my yearning cock between her lips. Within a matter of seconds, she has it back to full attention.

“Straddle me,” I whisper, guiding her hands around my neck. “I’ll lean back so we don’t end up in the river.” I smile, knowing that one wrong move will send us both into the cold, rushing water. Me with my pants around my ankles.

“God, you feel good,” she moans, guiding me inside her. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“I can.” I kiss her lips and begin carefully thrusting my hips in a rhythmic motion. I lean back against the wall, but my shoes instantly slip on the wet surface. “Plan B,” I tell her, lifting her up and turning to pin her against the wall. After gaining solid footing, I push into her while my lips ravish hers. For the moment, the world is forgotten, and nothing matters but the woman in my arms. “I love everything about you,” I mutter against her wet skin, my feelings once again bubbling to the surface.

“Me too,” she whispers, barely audible over the sound of the crashing water. “Especially when you do that,” she adds, referring to the angle of attack that I’m pursuing. “Do you hear voices?” she asks, her eyes growing wide. Unfortunately, I do hear the voices, and it sounds like a group of kids approaching.

“Fuck!” I set her down and gingerly reach down to find my waistband. Everything is twisted up, so I struggle momentarily to get my underwear in the proper position. “Close enough,” I tell her, zipping up my pants and buckling my belt.

“Now what?” She snickers and shrugs her shoulders.

“Let’s just casually make our way back to the shore,” I suggest, taking her by the hand. “I don’t think anyone could see anything.” I lead the way back to the riverbank, where we are greeted by what appears to be a third- or fourth-grade class trip.

“You two must be freezing,” one of the two adults in the group says, looking down at Felicia’s slightly blue feet. “We just took temperature readings and it’s only forty-eight degrees.” He holds up a clipboard to show that he had written it down.

“Science class trip?” Felicia asks. “Where are you from?”

“This is the fourth-grade class from Leavenworth,” the other adult answers, looking back and forth between Felicia’s sandals and me. “What have you two been doing?” He gives me a smirk.

“We were just checking out the back side of the waterfall,” I reply nonchalantly. “It’s pretty cool back there.”

“It would be really cool on a hotter day,” Felicia adds, looking down at my pants and immediately blushing. “Well, you guys have a fun day,” she adds, tugging on my hand.

“Have a good one,” I add, taking a couple of steps before looking down to make sure I had zipped my fly. I immediately see what the other teacher was looking at. I have one complete footprint and another partial one right on the front of my pants. I’m sure it’s fairly obvious that my pants hadn’t been on at the time of the infraction. “We’re not very good at this,” I groan, closing my eyes and shaking my head.

“No. We suck at it.” She rolls her eyes in disbelief. “So far, we’ve been busted by a social media queen, your mother, the Seattle Seahawks, and now a fourth-grade class from Leavenworth. I think we’d better keep it in the bedroom from now on.”

“Yeah, and after all that, I’ve still got blue balls,” I reply, trying to adjust my underwear into a more comfortable position.

“It’s only an hour to Leavenworth,” she replies with a giggle. “I’ll massage it for you the rest of the way.”

“If you make it a vigorous massage with a happy ending, then I’m interested.” I put my arm around her and guide her back onto the main path. “On second thought, you’d better focus on the road. I don’t want to go off into the trees in a brand-new Beamer.”

“Maybe I can stick that gadget you brought inside you, and I’ll just set it to vibrate with the music,” she suggests. “That way, I can focus on my driving.” She hip-checks me, thinking she’s funny.

“Hey look, there’s the car. Race you to it,” I reply, ditching the topic and her. It wasn’t really a fair race since she was in sandals. I took the opportunity to finish straightening out my clothes and tried to brush the footprints from my pants.

“I have a wet wipe in my purse that might work,” she says with a smile. “The look on that teacher’s face was hilarious. He knew exactly what we’d been up to.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t figure out why he was looking at me so weirdly, and then when you turned red, I knew it wasn’t good.” I take the wipe and try to at least minimize the footprints. “I thought for sure something was hanging out of my zipper since my underwear were so twisted up.”

My phone starts ringing, so I reach for it and see it’s my mother calling. “She’s calling me at four o’clock on a Monday afternoon. This can’t be good.” I click to answer the call.

“She’s gone into early labor. Her water broke, so I’m going to meet her at the hospital,” she says without even greeting me. “You’d better come too. She’s at the Midwives Clinic on Meridian.”

“You’re talking about Jessica?” I ask, completely blindsided by the conversation so far.

“Of course I’m talking about Jessica!” she shouts back. “Who else is having a baby?”

“Okay, the one on Meridian,” I reiterate, grabbing my briefcase to see if I have a copy of the offer I had drawn up for this occasion. She will either take my offer or we’ll be facing each other in court.

“We’ll see you there,” she adds, apparently not liking my pause.

“I’m out by Steven’s Pass at the moment,” I explain. “We’re on our way to Leavenworth, but I suppose we can head back—”

“Of course, we’ll go back,” Felicia says, cutting me off. “This is your son, so we’re going to be there for him.”

“I’ll see you there in a little over an hour,” I tell Mom before hanging up the phone.

“You would always regret missing this,” Felicia says, turning the car around and heading toward the highway entrance. “He’s your son whether you want him or not. We’ve talked about this many times.”

“I know. It’s just that things are just getting very real all of a sudden,” I tell her, feeling a rumble in my stomach. “We’ve both been preparing for this day for a long time. I just wish it were happening with you instead of someone I detest.”

“I know.” She reaches over, taking my hand as we cruise back toward Seattle in silence. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, trying to calm my nerves. I can’t believe that I may be a father by the end of the day. Life will never be the same. I glance over at Felicia’s beautiful legs and envision a baby crying. Hopefully, he will be a good kid.