Jen's Legacy.

They were both getting wet, but he was not going to leave her, thank the lord.

He had asked her to think of the time when they would make love…. Or had that been 'her' thought?

She pushed her hands over him and along his back under that shirt, to raise it from touching him so closely. He could now raise his hands to hold her breasts, clearly exposed for him to touch.

He did. It was almost like he’d read her mind.

How had they not made love before now, with what he had done to get her dry after pulling her from the river and undressing her?

And with what he was daring to do now.

And what he had dared to do last night without her complaining; touching her everywhere and with them getting ever closer to making love?

Tonight? Would they be able to make love tonight? Silly question. It was still up to her, as it had always been. Being a man, he would always want to make love to her.

It was a gradual progression between them that could surely be anticipated, and could be only minutes or hours away; not days, His body did not lie to her. She excited him in a way she had not thought could be possible, but had felt a similar excitement herself, whenever he touched her so intimately. All of his touches were intimate, and left her breathless. Even those on her hand or arm, never mind about what he had just touched and was still daring to touch, as it suited him.

It was not a thought she needed to entertain at this crucial moment... when would they make love...? but it was not an unpleasant, or threatening consideration either.

She felt his head on her shoulder, moving even closer to her to protect her from the weather, and his hands come up to hold her warm breasts again, and they were warm. It was snowing now, heavy wet snow rather than rain. He breathed all over her, trying to give her warmth.

Now she really wanted to laugh and to object at the same time at the intense absurdity of it, but she couldn’t.

She didn’t understand it, but nothing seemed to be wrong, or out of place. Everything seemed right.

He was close enough for her to feel his breath on her and his rough cheeks on hers, and on her breasts. Had she missed so much when she'd shaved him just that morning in the pool?Maybe. She had been constantly distracted by what he had been doing to her.

She fought to relax. He would not let her go anywhere until she had peed, so she had better get used to this.

She felt a beginning flow, could even hear it hissing from her… like a snake. That was embarrassing too. She stopped, chuckling in her embarrassment as he just smiled at her, encouragingly, chuckling with her, kissing her, then it picked up once more as she focused on continuing what she’d started.

“There’s a good girl. Nothing to be shy about, was there?”

Easy for him to say.

His gentle words, as though to a young girl, encouraged her after a brief pause, before the flood gates opened again. She was even able to laugh in relief.

It was all so incongruous. Sitting in the hands of this man, as good as naked, laughing and peeing, as he encouraged her.

She was like that for almost two minutes, the flow becoming steady, and even increasing, before she began to feel comfortable once more, relaxing into him and feeling that over-full, feeling, draining from her. The relief was unbelievable. The impossible had become possible. It had been easier than she’d thought. It would be the same when they made love. She kept telling herself that. One time she might believe it.

He took her completely by surprise when he moved his hand under her and gently smoothed the back of his fingers along her vulva to take those last drops out of that hair; repeating it, shaking his fingers off, then touching under her, feeling that her vagina was more open too, having relaxed everywhere. More open until he touched it, then, wham! it closed on his finger.

What would he not dare to do? Did nothing hold him back? He was one shock for her after another.

Nothing was out of bounds between them. Not now.

They sat like that for a few more seconds.

She then realized that he was also peeing where she had peed, though was having difficulty. Of course he was having difficulty with him being so big and hard. She heard that.

It was her turn to torment him now.

He had his eyes closed, concentrating.

Two could play this game.

She reached down between her legs and touched him, held him, causing that flow to be interrupted, just as he had interrupted her’s, feeling that he was changing in her hand, growing, become stiffer with her touch, and that he had stopped peeing.

He was smiling at her.

“It is impossible for me to pee with you touching me and holding me so firmly, my love, though thank you for that nice surprise. Let me pee and then you can hold me as much as you like after that.”

She held him less tightly, watching what would happen, before she saw that she should not be touching him at all.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on peeing.

She saw him slowly lose that stiff rigidity once more, and begin to pee again.

She leaned in and kissed him.

He was covering her scent with his own, as a dog would, striving to mask her scent if it might attract that cougar back to them. She did not understand that, except she knew that a woman’s intimate smell could attract many animals, and especially attract a man, it seemed. And when she started her period...? She didn’t want to think of that. That time was still two weeks away. If it happened.

She put her legs apart to watch him pee.

When she saw him forcibly squirt out the last of his urine though the use of some muscles down there… setting his penis bouncing, (she would need to ask how he controlled that), she held him again, seeing and feeling him grow in her hand once more. It was magical. Perhaps it was those same pulses that squirted his semen into her four, five, ten times until it was all gone. And his semen even came out of the same hole he peed out of. Curioser and curioser. How did it do that? Did he control that too? Sperm had the right-of-way. No stopping that, once it started, as she had discovered.

Was it to be now, and here, that they would first come together? She felt relaxed enough to, despite that little jolt as he had touched her. She would wait and let him decide, though it would be warmer near the fire, and better inside his sleeping bag. She would have to let him decide where.

It was too cold out here for that, and he would need to move first, before she could stand up.

He helped her back to the fire, leaving behind what they had done, with a few wraiths of water vapor rising from that warm pool that would soon soak into the ground.

She sat down in front of that log in the sand, on the edges of his jacket, close to the fire, still mostly covered by it, getting warm as she drew her legs up to her and inched closer to the fire, struggling to bring the sleeping bag up around her again.

He took over, taking his jacket off her and draping the sleeping bag over her. He would join her in a moment and sit by her.

He had to smile, seeing the way she was sitting, hiding nothing from him in the full light of the fire as he made it up; always wanting to reach out and to touch her again. He knew she wouldn’t mind.