Date: Mon, 11 Oct 1999 00:38:32 EDT
From: Archdyke@aol.com
Subject: Adventure by carol marie

 ADVENTURE by carol marie Copyright 1999

      I was thinking about a time in my life when I was out hitchhiking one
day. My thumb out as I stood by the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco.
The day was overcast and the air thick like rain would happen at any
moment. I half expected to be caught in a downpour before anyone picked me
up.

     I was wearing the usual faded blue 501s' and a tie dye t shirt. My
hair was still long in those days, touching just above my butt. I wasn't
exactly sure how 'butch' i wanted to appear. I wasn't sure if I really fit
into the whole labeling system. I was a lesbian. it was late 70s' and age
of innocence behind me.

      I had been standing in a bus zone for about 10 minutes when a truck
pulled over. The fellow driving was in a business suit and he said he was
going as far as San Rafael. That was a good ways up the road and he looked
OK. He had a brief case on the seat that he threw onto the floor and told
me to step on over and in. I hopped in and thanked him for stopping. He
asked me where I was headed and I told him up to Sonoma County. he asked if
I lived up there and I told him no, I was just out tripping.

     He told me I could put the radio on any station that I wanted and I
think I surprised him when I turned on KKHI and Marilyn Horne was singing
the aria from Cosi Fan Tuti(sp). He asked me if I really liked opera and I
told him I did. He told me his preference was country western music, which
I hated. And was glad that he had given me the option of choosing.

  As we were driving along he asked me if I thought cars were phallic
symbols.  I looked over at him and thought to myself about men's egos. I
answered him, "I suppose if u want it to be then it is." To which he
laughed, and then he moved his right hand down off the steering wheel and
then closer to where I sat. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him,
slowly inching towards the door. When his hand lightly grazed the side of
my leg, I suddenly started coughing. he retracted his hand, but only for a
second. He started saying things like I was so cute and sweet looking. He
must have been crazy, cause I was anything but sweet. He asked me if I
wanted to have a drink with him and I hesitated and then looking around to
where we were at that moment, told him yes. And then I directed him towards
a gay bar that I knew of in the vicinity.

He wasn't from the area and hadn't a clue. We drove to the Paradise
shopping center and parked in front of Zelda's. It was early in the day yet
and there were very few patrons in the club, but the bartender knew me and
called out to me as I came in the door. The guy followed in behind me, just
as I reached the bar, he told me his name was Rick. I told him my name and
said I had to use the ladies room. Before I hit the lounge, I told Steve
the barkeep about my predicament and he said not to worry. I went into the
bathroom and washed my face and then went back out into the lounge area. he
had ordered 2 beers.  Silly man. I didn't like beer, which I told him. he
said to order what I wanted and I told Steve to give me my usual. He poured
a hefty snifter full of Remy and handed it to me.

Rick asked me if I wanted to play the juke box and I told him to go ahead,
feeling safe enough that in this disco bar he wouldn't find anything too
corny.

Just as I was talking with Steve, the door opened leaving in a stream of
light. A man and womyn approached the bar and ordered two Stolis
up. Yikes!!!  Serious drinkers.

The womyn was dressed in a black leather jacket and tight fitting black
slacks and sandals. the man had on blue flannel and jeans and work
boots. They both smiled at me as I checked them out. The womyn made her way
over to me just as Rick was coming back from the tune maker. when she
reached me she asked me if I had a light for her cigarette. I pulled out my
lighter and lit her smoke as she held my hand. She thanked me and then
added, "You are absolutely delicious!". and strode back to where her escort
was seated.  I blushed and then Rick looked at me and said, "Those fuckin
queers are everywhere, can you believe that bitch?".

 I heard Steve grumble something under his breath and I looked up and Rick
and said excuse me and walked over to the womyn in leather and just took
hold of her, leaning her back and gave her such a lip lock. My first lover
would have been proud of me.

I could hear Rick swearing and saying , 'OK, that's enough, come on now,
what kind of trick is this," and I just laughed. The womyn in leather asked
if I wanted to leave and I said yes. I Told Steve good-bye and we were out
the door.  Just then Rick shows up still shouting obscenities. I told him
to be cool. I told him there was no way I would ever expect a man to fill a
womyns shoes, and then I got into her cadillac and left.

We drove up thru the KentWoodland Hills until we came to a large home done
in the 40s style of stucco with Spanish tile. There was a red floored tile
mosaic that led to the front doors which were quickly opened by the man
servant that stood by them. He greeted our entourage welcoming us into the
home.  The womyn I was with quickly tore her leather jacket from herself
and flung it to the floor. The man servant bent and picked it up asking if
there was anything he could get for us. The gentleman that had ridden in
silence with us disappeared into an adjacent room. The womyn turned to me
and said, "My name is Tina, baby...I'm gonna make your dreams come true."
I just sort of leaned up against a wall watching her and she flung her
heels off one by one, with the servant following and picking up as she
hurled the shoes.

He told her "cockies" were being served on the terrace. I didn't know what
that was and was a bit ambivalent as I slowly followed her to the French
doors across the room.

She wore absolutely no panties and she slipped out of her leather slacks,
instead she turned to me and asked if I liked the view. It was rather
shocking her candidness, but exciting and electric just the same.  From
somewhere in the home I heard the guitar riffs of Jeff Beck beckoning me
nearer to the terrace doors. Still rather hesitant, not looking for a 3 way
with the guy, I kept my clothes on.

When I arrived at the deck I saw Tina stepping bare assed into a spa at the
left corner of a huge pool. The water was the bluest of blues and the
contrasting ivory skin tones of this goddess descending into magic blue was
overwhelming. I had wished for a camera right then and there. She must have
heard me thinking, because she asked if I needed anything. I told her a
camera would be just fine and she laughed a big throaty guffaw.  Somehow
that managed to calm me a bit and in relaxing I removed my jacket and
shoes. I sat on the edge of the spa and watched as she kicked water out at
me.  I watched her as she spread her legs open under the water revealing
only a dark patch of brown curly hair. She asked me to come in. I said OK
and shyly stepped out of my pants and then my panties, neatly folding them
alongside the pools decking. Slowly I inched into the burning water. the
jets were on in full force and the boiling bubbles erupted around me. I
felt as her foot came between my legs and up to my fur.  I caught it with
my hand and pushed up. She took a mouthful of water into her and sniffled
and snorted laughing. She sprayed water at me from her mouth and I started
to splash her even more. When I moved towards her she leapt from the spa
and dove head first into the icy pool. I followed not even thinking about
the shocking coolness that stunned me. Still she swam away from me....
regainiing my swimming ability I dove in racing across the pool just as she
hopped out of the pool and back into the spa.  perhaps I had read her
wrong. Perhaps she didn't want me after all. This cat and mouse chase was
wearing on me, but still...she was lovely and I did want to play. So I
continued to swim doing laps. Maybe 5 when I heard her ask me if I wanted a
drink. I kept swimming like I hadn't heard her and then she asked me again,
this time hovering over the pool.

  I told her I like cognacs, which she laughed at and then said I had good
taste. I replied under my breath, that is what some of have said. She heard
me all right and laughed again, saying "good one" and then handing me a
snifter almost filled with the luscious amber liquid.

I sat on a chaise and she sat on the first step of the spa with her upper
body exposed. her nipples were taut and erect and the drops of water that
clung to them beckoned for my eager tongue.  But I was shy in those days
and she would have to flat out ask me before I ever touched her. I know
-----silly.  well she did...ask me.

She came and sat at the foot of the chaise, her legs straddling the very
chair where I sat. I couldn't help my eyes from drifting to her fur,
couldn't help the sudden drooling that appeared in the corner of my mouth
and couldn't help the stuttering when she asked me if I wanted her. It all
happened so quickly.  First she was asking me and the next thing I knew, my
fingers were lightly rolling her nipples between them.  \ My chest was
close to hers...feeling her titties on mine...my breath started to grow
shallow and I felt that sudden spurting inside of me as her lips brushed
mine.  My fingers tussled in her dark curly hair, tracing the outline of
her face and running my fingers down to her collarbone. I heard her
moan...it was dark and secret...no words but so much emotion. I felt as she
nibbled on my ear sending waves of chills up and down my spine, then
pushing her tongue inside the canal driving me wilder with passion.

My lips were on hers, my tongue in her mouth, kissing harder, pressing
harder, biting her lower lips.  She stood and took my hand and led me to
the French doors. She opened them slowly revealing a scene from
Aladdin. There were scarves of many colors that hung from the ceiling and
the walls. There were ceramic wall sconces that held just a flickering
light, casting shadows on the veiled walls. The scent of myrrh hung thick
in the air and somewhere in the distance the dulcet tones of a sitar played
hauntingly.

She led me into her lair...I feeling so much the spider, though it didn't
matter. I knew I wanted to be here...with her. She pointed to the pillows
that lay strewn about the floor. I knelt down and was just going to sit
when I heard the lashing sounds of a whip as it came down hard on a
surface. I jumped at the sound...and quickly turned to see her moving
towards me with a cat o nine tails flying thru the air. I started to speak
and then thought better of it, I didn't want to annoy her.

She licked her lips and told me to lie flat on my stomach, I started to
protest and then wondered how bad could it get. I mean after all, the end
result would be fantastic lovemaking. So I laid down and waited. All of a
sudden I felt her hands on me, rubbing oil all over my body. It was a neat
feeling to be all lubed up by a vixen such as she.

The music became louder and she offered me my snifter, I took a big swallow
and then felt the searing pain of the whip catching me on my flanks. I
screamed out in pain. I heard her laugh and say "poor baby" and then
another laugh. Again she came down hard this time it caught me straight
across my ass.  My cheeks burned with new pain, again I swallowed hard the
remaining elixir in the glass.

There was silence...inside of me I whimpered...though I could feel such
stirrings in me, none like ever before...but I hoped that she was now
thru. I started to turn over when I heard her say "no." I stopped waiting
for her next move.

It didn't come. In fact the night wore on and I just laid there, my ass
still pained from the earlier welts. The candles had all burned down
leaving me in a darkened room. There was no music. I sat up and looked
around. It appeared that no one was there. I found my clothes out by the
pool and got dressed. I went from room to room looking for my mistress, but
she wasn't there, nor was the man servant or the man who rode with us in
the car.

I was going to call for a cab when a cab driver stood in the front archway
and asked if I was ready to leave. I said yes, looking around just once
more.  Puzzled is how I felt, not to mention sore...my ego was bruised
along with everything else. What kind of game had I partook of...did the
guy watch...why did they leave? Many questions that were never answered.

I had the cabbie take me back to where I started that day, only this time in
the opposite direction, going home.

Copyright by carol marie