I was really scared at first. My heart must have been thumping so loudly and hard that I knew she could feel it through the leather jacket and all. Every time we came to a curve, I would clutch so hard, she probably couldn't breath.

For the whole first hour, I just shut my eyes and cursed myself for ever agreeing to get on the damned motorcycle. I was so sure that the thing would topple every time we went around a bend. And damn her, she choose the road with the most winding curves in the state. God, I must have been crazy to agree to this. Maybe crazy in love.

But, by the second hour, I found myself peaking over her shoulder. My legs would tense in anticipation when we came to a bend, and I was starting to lean into the curves like a pro. The feel of the streaming air was exhilarating, and I was grinning like an idiot. And the feel of the powerful engine purring between my legs. God, I didn't want the trip to end, but if it didn't soon, I was gonna ravage her right here in the road.

The last time we had been camping was by the lake, and the birds had danced for us in the morning sun. This time we were headed down the coast to a camp ground overlooking the Pacific. I had never been there before. But I had learned to let my love make the plans -- well at least half the time. She always seemed to know what would make me happiest.

Even the damn motorcycle. I had resisted her so long. But finally after a long night filled with passion and love making, she asked me to try it once. And I, I couldn't deny her anything that night, so I agreed. How could she have known that I would learn to love this too?

The road curved in and out of the trees, and their dark shapes flashed by in a blur of pine scented wind. From time to time the coast came into view, and I could see the tide cresting against the ragged rocks below us.

Once in awhile, a shaft of fear would stab me as I imagined us crashing out of control and our bodies falling to be splintered on those rocks. I would shiver then. But then I would feel the solid reality of my lover pressed against me, and I would remember her strength, her gentle competence, and I relaxed. I had learned to trust this marvelous women in so many parts of my life. Here I trusted her with my life itself, and I knew that she would care for it as she always did.

When we finally came to the entrance to the campground, it was both too soon and to late for me. To soon for the ride that had become an odyssey to end. And too late because by now not only my panties but my jeans as well were soaked. I felt my arousal humming along my nerves, and the throbbing ache of my clit made it hard for me to walk.

Our site was located above a secluded beach that looked perfect for skinny dipping. There was a small stand of pines that had been twisted by the elements acting as a wind break. And our privacy was protected on one side by a tall rock and on the other by dense bushes. I could hear the muted thunder of the waves breaking on the rocks around the point; but below me, in the protected cove, the tide was a gentle swell lapping at the beach leaving a tracery of foam on the sand.

I began setting up the tent while Cyndalie roared down to the camp store for some fire wood. The pegs slid easily into the sandy soil, and the tent went up quickly. It was a small pleasure, but I liked being expert enough to accomplish the chore without help. And it was with deepest satisfaction that I zipped our two sleeping bags together and laid them out on the tent floor.

I thought of making love to Cyndalie here perched on the cliff side above the sea, and smiled with deepest contentment. Cyndalie roared back up and stopped with a show of spinning wheels and flying sand aimed carefully away from the tent. She was showing off and grinning at me, and I grinned back. She knew she had won me over, and words weren't necessary for me to acknowledge my admiration and love.

She quickly laid out the fire while I finished up the rest of the camp chores. We would light the fire later and roast hot-dogs and marshmallows on sticks like kids. But for now we would enjoy the last hour of daylight. I pulled Cyndale into my arms and kissed her. My hands caressed over the swell of her buttocks and pulled her close into my hips. She was laughing gently at the urgency of my ardor. "Do you know what that damn motorcycle has done to me?"

"Dose it have anything to do with that damp spot on you jeans?"

"God woman. I almost wrestled you off that thing in the road; I wanted you so much."

"You almost crashed us a couple of times," she chided, "when your hands kept creeping up to my breasts. Don't you know it's not safe to distract the driver?"

"It's your fault. You should have warned me. Told me that it's just a giant vibrator!"

"If I had, would I have gotten you on it sooner?"

"Probably. Yamaha should start a new ad campaign: the cycle that makes you cum as you go."

I loved the sound of her laughter. We stood holding each other for a while simply content with the soft warmth of each other's bodies. I loved the smell of her leather jacket and even the way the hard zippers were rubbing against my breasts. She was such a contrast of feelings: of hardness and softness, and I loved each and every part of her.

"Well, what do you want to do now lover?" she asked teasingly. "Hmmm. Well I suppose it's too early to snuggle up in our sleeping bags. Let's find a good spot to watch the sunset from."

"OK."

We found a path winding down the side of the cliff to the beach. About half way down, there was a sandy ledge sheltered by three trees that were precariously clinging to the side of the bluff. We climbed over a tumble of rocks and sat facing the sea. Cyndalie was sheltered in my arms, her back pressed against my chest imitating the way we had ridden on her motorcycle.

This time I didn't hesitate to cup her breasts through the fabric of her tee-shirt. She didn't have any bra on, and I could feel the erect nipples and all of the little bumps and ridges that adorned her areolas. I squeezed gently and she pressed back harder against me.

The sun had been playing hide and seek behind the clouds all day.

Now there was a long line of clouds stretching above the horizon. The sun had been swallowed up by the rolling gray mass, but golden rays escaped both above and below, liming the curving bow of the clouds with white gold and turning the sea molten. As we watched, the sky turned from pale gray-yellow to deep orange, and the sea turned from gold to cooper. Then the orb of the sun escaped beneath the clouds and kissed the horizon.

The waves shimmered and danced welcoming the sun to her nightly couch. Each swell brought the liquid light to the shore bathing the sand with a softer glow. And the music of the waves caressed our ears and sang a lullaby to the lowering sun. Cyndale's breath was coming quickly, and as I brushed my hands along the curve of her stomach down to her crotch, I felt her shiver. I squeezed her and felt how wet her jeans had become.

"So... your not immune to the Yamaha vibrator either."

"Of course not." her voice was a bit breathless, "but it's never gotten me going quite this much before. Maybe it needs a tune up."

I laughed and unzipped her jeans. I slipped one hand inside while the other went back to playing with her breasts. No wonder her jeans were so wet: she wasn't wearing any panties. I ran my fingers back and forth through her wet curls. She pushed back against me, her head thrown back on my shoulder, her hips trust forward so that I could reach inside of her.

I began kissing her neck, and she turned so that I could reach her lips. I could feel her rapid breath coming through her teeth as I placed my mouth over hers. I slipped my fingers inside her slit and rubbed up and down feeling her hot hardened clit with my thumb.

"Inside me," she commanded breathlessly, and I slipped my fingers deep inside thrusting hard. Her hips were rocking up off the ground as she strained to push me in deeper.

I moved to one side so that I could reach farther and thrust again and again. She was groaning in time to the thrusts now, writhing against me, pushing up with all the strength of her legs. Then her back arched and her pelvis thrust up one last time. I could feel the shudders pass through her body as she came with a last cry of passion. The sun had just sunk beneath the sea to be quenched in the molten waves it had excited.

I watched the first of the stars come out as I held her against me. My fingers were still inside her, and I could feel her muscles clenching and unclenching around them as small shudders passed through her body. I started to thrust again, but she squeezed her legs around my hand and held it still.

I waited knowing the sometimes she could feel the after shocks of orgasm for minutes after we made love. When at last she sighed and turned in my arms, there was a tapestry of stars strewn across the sky and only a deep purple lining the horizon hinted where the sun had gone.

She kissed me then, my dearest Cyndalie, and began undoing my shirt. She knelt in front of me and ran her hands across my breasts scoring lightly with her nails. Her teeth played with my lip, but my need was much to urgent now; I pulled her mouth to mine. She pushed me back so I half reclined, and undid my jeans and slipped them down to my ankles.

I spread my legs wide to welcome her, and her hands parted me exposing my throbbing clit to the cool night air. And then her mouth was there, her tongue stroking me, sending jolts through my entire body. For a moment I looked up at the bright shards of starlight, but then my vision exploded as she began to suck my clit matching her roughness to my urgency.

It seemed a very long time before coherent thought returned; before I was aware of anything beyond the pure sensation of orgasm. I returned to find my fingers tangled in her hair and her face buried in my bush. She was purring contentedly, her tongue still playing with my clit my hips still jerking with the shocks of contact. I moved my hands to her shoulders and pulled her into my arms.

Later, as we climbed back to our campsite, I thought about all of the months I had refused to believe that she could truly love me. Of all the stupid jealousies and petty games I had played. I marveled at how patient she had been with me. Sometimes I still could not understand why she loved me; why she wanted my fat aging body. But I had come to trust her, and for the first time in my life I felt complete.

When we reached the top of the path, I turn and looked at the ocean. The moon had not yet risen, and the sea was a dark carpet stretching across the embracing arms of the coastline. I could just make out the movement of the gentle swells. And above the stars burned with diamond brilliance turning the dark night alive with fire. As she had brought me to life with her flame.