Cyclist Down Chapter 3 part 1 of 4

Cyclist Down
Chapter 3 part 1 of 4

"How was work today?"

"Same old, same old. On to the next case, but at least they are giving me the bigger stuff now. How about you?"

"I am getting all sorts of calls from lawyers who need an engineering expert. I guess the word is that I did a good job on that last case."

"You did do a good job. Your analysis was convincing, you backed it up thoroughly, and Ed's clients got paid off quickly by the company that did the damage. Are you going to take the work?"

"I think so. The money's good and the work is interesting."

"I am going to put you on the list as someone we should use. You are impressed when you want to be. Speaking of which, when are we getting together again?"

"Want to come over for dinner tomorrow?"

"Sure."

My house was originally a weekend beach cabin and was built partially on pilings over the bay. No way it would be allowed today, but it is grandfathered in. The view from the deck just above the water is incredible. I hit the grocery store and the oyster farm up the road early and had dinner well underway when Jill's Miata eased its way down the access road to my tiny waterfront yard. I met her at the door.

"Neat place you have here."

"It's not big, but I like it. Come on in."

As soon as the door closed behind her she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hungrily. I responded enthusiastically, and before I knew it, she was unbuttoning my shirt and loosening my belt. I managed to get her skirt off before she shoved me down on the floor, pulled her hot pink lace thong aside, and mounted me. When I got her blouse unbuttoned, I found a bra that matched the thong and seemed designed for easy removal. Once I had her naked, I grabbed her and rolled her onto her back, breaking just long enough to pull the thong off. She had her legs wrapped around me and was moving in rhythm, faster and faster until she reached a screaming orgasm that took me right along with it. I looked down at her, kissed her again, and rolled off, holding her hand.

"That's a hell of a way to say hello, honey."

"I spent the whole day deep in thought on a brief I'm writing, and really needed to do something physical. I was going to suggest we go for a walk, but then I saw you and suddenly had a better idea. I hope you do not mind."

"Mind? Mind being half raped by my beautiful girl. Are you kidding? I hope they put you on appeals full-time!"

"Don't even think that. So I'm your girl?"

"I want you to be, but don't let me rush you."

"I like the idea too."

She pulled herself up for a long deep kiss, and we left it at that for the time being.

"What's that smell?"

"I better go check dinner."

I picked myself up and then helped her up.

"I can't face getting back into my work clothes."

"You look fine to me now."

"Yeah, right! I am not eating dinner in the nude. Can I raid your closet?"

"Sure, help yourself. Right through that door."

I went to check dinner while she disappeared and came back wearing an old "EDDIE WOULD GO" T-shirt and not much else. She came over and sniffed at the stove, and I took the chance to snatch a kiss. My hand ended up on her trim rear end.

"Pretty wild lingerie for a serious lawyer."

"I may have to dress in serious, somber suits, but I can still be a girl underneath."

"So every time I unwrap you it's a surprise?"

"Something like that."

She glanced down.

"Who's Eddie, anyway?"

"Eddie Aikau. Great Hawaiian surfer and lifeguard who was legendary for surfing the big waves that everyone else was scared to try."

"Cool. You sure?"

"Not seriously. I picked up the shirt on vacation. Here, try these oysters."

We ate dinner and finished our wine on the deck.

"Want to spend the night?"

"Want to, yes, but I don't have a change of clothes for work tomorrow with me."

"I'll make some room for you in my closet."

"Good plan."

She ran a finger down my chest.

"I'm thinking about taking advantage of you again before I go."

"I guess what they say about oysters is true. How about I take advantage of you?"

"That works too."

So I carried her into the bedroom and took thorough advantage of her before she borrowed some sweats, walked a little gingerly to her car, and went home.

Before long, we were getting into the habit of spending about half our nights together at one house or the other. It was a comfortable situation for both of us: we knew we were crazy about each other and would rather be together than apart but did not get upset if the other was busy with something else. Most weekends we spent sailing, backpacking, or traveling around the Northwest. Her first evening at my house was not a fluke, either. After a long day of intellectual hard work, she tended to come home ready to get seriously physical. I felt like I had hit the jackpot as if I did not think that already. I asked her about it late one night after she was worn out and cuddled up to me ready to go to sleep.

"So what did you do with all this excess energy before you met me?"

"Lots of running and biking. I am going to have to watch my figure now that I am spending so much time in bed."

"I have been watching your figure, believe me, and it is perfect. Any time you need more exercise, though, just let me know."


To be continued