Page 12 of Wild Weekend
There's a whimsical note to her voice, and I wonder about this woman that I know so little about. “It’s beautiful.”
As we walk through the towering pine trees, I tell Stella all about Wild Heart Mountain, the beauty of the forest, the trees and the rivers and lakes.
I tell her about the Wild Riders MC clubhouse nestled on the side of the mountain with a restaurant and a brewery and a bike repair shop.
She listens intently with a look of longing on her face. I get the feeling she hasn’t travelled much and never to that side of the country.
The path meanders to the left, but there’s a clearing to the right that looks perfect for our picnic.
“You hungry?”
“Starving.”
We head off the path to the right, weaving through thick trees until we come to the clearing.
I shake out the picnic blanket, and we sit down on the forest floor. The only sounds are the birds and the soft breeze as wind ripples the leaves of the trees.
I unwrap the picnic and hand Stella a chicken sandwich.
We eat as we talk, and when the sandwiches are done, I pull out two bananas. “It was the only fruit they had at the stall.”
She takes one, and as she bites into it my gaze is drawn to her mouth. Her lips are full and pink, and when they wrap around the banana my cock jerks awake. It’s as if those lips are around my dick, and I can feel every caress.
I’ve had a semi ever since I saw Stella naked, and bringing bananas for a picnic was a bad idea.
“Are you okay?” There’s real concern in her voice, and I must be staring at her.
I look away and sit up to hide my boner. Why the fuck did I bring bananas?
A cool breeze ripples across my arms, and it’s a welcome relief from the heat that’s scorching my body.
“Yeah,” I mumble.
A large raindrop falls on my cheek, and I squint up at the sky. Dark rain clouds hang above us. They must have closed in while we walked. Another raindrop hits my face, then another. “Fuck, it’s raining.”
We spring to our feet at the same time. Stella gathers the empty food wrappers and stuffs them in the backpack while I grab the blanket.
The shower hits hard and fast, and in a matter of seconds the raindrops have turned into a deluge.
Stella shrieks as the rain soaks her skin. It turns into alaugh as she runs for cover under the nearest tree. I follow her, stuffing the picnic blanket into the backpack.
The thick branches of the tree protect us from the sudden down downpour, but Stella’s already wet. Her hair clings to her cheeks, and water glistens on her leather jacket.
She’s laughing, and it’s infectious. Everything about this woman gives me a warm feeling. With her eyes sparkling and droplets of water sitting on her hair, she takes my breath away.
Rain splashes on my back, and she pulls me closer under the tree. “You’re getting wet.”
She’s leaning with her back against the trunk, and I’m so close I can smell her shampoo.
“You didn’t tell me where you were from.”
She looks away, and it’s a few more moments before she answers. “I’ve been staying with Cleo on the Sunset Coast.”
I had gathered that much, but I notice she says where she’s staying but not where she’s from.
The Sunset Coast is in California, on the other side of the country from North Carolina. We couldn’t get more distant.
“The other side of the country, huh?”
