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The Earthquake

It was just another weekday in Southern California. There was the usual morning commute to contemplate. John wondered why he continued to endure that day after day. He had moved to the suburbs to get away from the gangs, but the stress of fighting traffic left him exhausted when he got home. He really only had time for his family on the weekends and he knew that it was wreaking havoc on his marriage.

Lisa was lucky to have found the condo in the trendy area of Manhattan Beach. Once a run down area filled with cookie cutter post-World War II tract homes. It was now being rehabilitated into a very desirable neighborhood. Lisa was glad that she could work so close to home and not have to crawl along in traffic every day. It was bad enough for her to make the weekly sales calls which required her to travel the freeways.

John made it to the office early. The traffic had been surprisingly sparse. But he knew that the afternoon commute would be a different matter entirely. To make matters worse, they were forecasting record high temperatures. Just what he needed, short tempers too.

Lisa arrived at work to discover that one of her contacts had called. They had a need for some relays and wanted more information. Lisa hurriedly pulled together the needed literature and got through her email and voice mail messages, then headed out the door. She would be gone the rest of the day.

John was soon lost in the intricacies of a design problem. The impending trip home was forgotten for the time being. He was so engrossed that he had lost track of time. When he did glance at his watch, he saw that he had worked 30 minutes past quitting time. He thought, “Oh boy, now I will be in the worst of the traffic.”

The meeting with the customer went well. Lisa was able to convince them to place a large order with her company. That would bring recognition from her boss and increase her chances for a promotion to sales manager. Frankly she needed to get ahead financially, her condo was costing her a fortune.

As John started onto the freeway he thought to himself “I have to get away, this job is driving me crazy.” He had browsed through some slick brochures for a vacation in Cancun. The idea sounded great to him, but his wife was fearful of leaving the k**s alone for so long. The k**s, they were part of what he needed to escape from. He and Joan hadn’t had much time to be intimate lately and it was taking a toll on their marriage. He hoped the trip to Cancun would be a chance to get it back on track.

Lisa began to head up the Sepulveda Pass on 101. This stretch of freeway was always congested no matter what time of day it was. Now with the temperature soaring over 100 degrees everyone’s nerves were boiling over as well. Lisa turned up the radio and the sir conditioner. There was nothing she could do but wait it out.

She started to daydream about the trip she had taken to the Caribbean last year. It was a perfect week. She had met a lot of nice people and had stayed in touch with a few of them. She would like to go back again this fall. There was nothing like relaxing on the beach and just vegetating for a week.

John finally made it onto the 405 only to be stopped cold by the traffic jam. He gripped the steering wheel hard, his nerves fraying. This was the worst part of the day. Probably the CHP had pulled over someone and everyone was stopping to look. He never understood why people would slow down for that.

He fiddled with the radio. Record temperatures they said. He found out their was an accident that had blocked all lanes. He wish he had tuned in earlier so he could avoid it. But now all he could do was sit tight and wait it out.

It was dusk when traffic finally began to move. Lisa exited the freeway onto a side street so she could avoid the residual traffic. This put her on a winding road through the mountains. After sitting frustrated in traffic it was good to be on the open road and driving her sports car the way it was meant to be driven.

John, too decided to take the detour. He had a sedan that was several years old and the daily commute was taking its toll. He would have to start looking for another one next year. It there was one thing that was needed on the freeways was reliable transportation.

Suddenly the was a low rumble. The ground began to shake and Lisa had trouble keeping the car going straight. She managed to pull over to the side. She stopped in the canyon halfway between two rock cuts. She could see the rocks falling on the roadway. She was glad she hadn’t stopped there. By the time the shaking stopped she was trapped between two large rock piles. She couldn’t go anywhere.

John felt the tremor too. He was just past the narrowest point of the canyon after leaving the tunnel. He drove on, trying to avoid falling boulders. He knew he better not stop here. Finally he got to a clear spot and stopped. Just what he didn’t need. Now he was trapped and no idea when he would get home.

Lisa got out of her car and looked around. The surrounding area was deserted and with the darkness coming on she couldn’t see much. The street lights were out. She went back to her car to try calling on her cellular phone. But all she got was silence. It looked like she would have to stay put for the night where she was.

John began to climb carefully over the boulders seeking a way out. He didn’t want to disturb them too much since they were pretty unstable. He managed to scramble to the top with some difficulty after about an hour.

From there he spotted Lisa on the other side. He called out to her. “Are you OK?” She waved back to him, “Yes I’m fine.” John slowly picked his way down the other side and reached there after about 45 minutes worth of work.

Lisa greeted him with a smile. “I thought I was all alone here and the end of the world had come. What a way to spend an evening.” John looked around and then observed, “It looks like we are the only two people around for a couple of miles.” He put out his hand, “I’m John. Might as well introduce myself.” Lisa took his hand in hers shaking it warmly. “I don’t feel so all alone now.”

John decided that it was getting too dark to do anything about trying to find a way out of they canyon. He looked around for a comfortable place to sit and to try and get some sleep. He looked at Lisa’s sports car. That was too small for even her to try and sleep comfortably in. John saw next the road a small group of oak trees. “Do you have a piece of plastic or something in which I can gather the leaves in to make a bed,” he asked Lisa. She thought for a second then opened her trunk and removed the canvas car cover. “I think this will work, but where will I sleep?” she asked. “This will be your bed. I will just scoop a place out of the dirt for me.” John stated.

Lisa would have none of it. She couldn’t bear the thought of him sleeping in the dirt. Although she had her pride and propriety, she was not cruel and inhuman. She had an idea. “I think the car cover is big enough to make a bed for both of us,” she observed. “I think we are mature enough that we can sleep in the bed next to each other with our clothes on.” John agreed and went back to gather more leaves.

Now Lisa faced another problem. She had been on the go all day and now she realized she needed to relieve her full bladder in the worst way. But there was no place where she could do that in privacy. Although she had been camping a few times when she was little, there were pit toilets. Now there was simply nothing but a steep drop-off, the piles of rock the steep cut along the road or the clump of trees.

She moved over to the trees as John was gathering the last of leaves. She moved behind one of them so that she was partially hidden. She saw John looking to see what she was doing. “Would you mind looking the other way for a second,” she requested. Then she quickly pulled down her panties, lifted her dress, squatted and emptied her bladder. After she had finished and had moved back to the car John moved to the trees and relieved himself as well. “Power of suggestion,” he announced.

When John returned Lisa was laying down on the makeshift bed. She complimented John, “you do good work.” Now John lay down next to her, turning so his back was to her. Ordinarily John would cuddle his wife as they fell asleep, throwing his arm across her breasts. That was obviously out of the question now. Lisa similarly faced away from him.

They both slept fitfully during the lumpiness of the leaves made it uncomfortable. Toward morning John awoke and realized that Lisa’s head was resting against his shoulder. She was fast asleep and snoring loudly, so he didn’t waken her but instead lay quietly awaiting the sunrise.

When it got light enough to see he gently brushed his hand against Lisa’s cheek to rouse her. According to his watch it was a little after 6 A.M. She moved slightly, turning over to face away from him. John got up and began to do some more exploring. He wanted to find the best way out of here.

John climbed up the other pile of boulders. It looked like the earthquake had done considerable damage. Possibly it was the “big one” that the scientists had warned of. He thought it would be rough going but he pressed on until he found a trail that ran down to the creek below.

He returned to the car just as Lisa was getting up. “I found a way down to the creek,” he announced. “It will be a little tough in spots. Are you up for it?” Lisa shrugged, “what choice do I have?” With that she began to follow John over the boulders.

It took several hours of slow going. In spots it was difficult and he helped Lisa, holding her hand or steadying her on a precarious boulder. He had to admire her tenacity and strength. Not many women would have taken this kind of hardship like she did. How different from his wife, who he adored, but who would have complained and refused to endure the trek over the boulders.

Lisa, for her part, was impressed by how much a gentleman John was. In her experience with the singles scene she had had her share of men who had tried to take advantage of her. She had to fend off their clumsy attempts to grope her, or worse. Not John. He didn’t once try to take advantage of her. In fact by any measure he was the perfect gentleman.

When they finally reached the creek they stopped along the bank to gather their breath. The day had already began to warm up and it felt nice to just sit in the shade of the cottonwood trees. “Why have you never married? You would make any man a great wife.” John asked. “I have yet to find a man that things with.” Lisa answered. “Don’t get me wrong, I have had a couple of boyfriends. But they didn’t work out.”

“I think it will be safe here. I am going to go on ahead and scout out the trail.” John announced. He set off downstream picking his way along the narrow bank. He looked so masculine as he grabbed onto the rocks and hauled his strong body over them. She especially liked his steel blue eyes and how they quietly searched her expression but also projected a keen sense of certainty about him.

Lisa waded into the creek to rinse off and to avoid the heat of the sun which was promising to send temperatures soaring again. Her long blonde hair flowed down over her shoulders like tiny rivulets of gold as she moved into the water. The sun caught her hair and caused it to glow, shining as bright as the glinting water.

John carefully moved downstream, at times having to wade through the creek to avoid big boulders. He thought about caught up in the rat race he was. For all the security it brought there was still one thing lacking. That was happiness. He felt that there was something still lacking. He wished he could identify it.

He envied Lisa, being single and having a full life ahead of her. For although she appeared to be advancing fast in her company, she didn’t let her work become her existence.

Lisa felt refreshed by the cool water. She moved out to the center of the creek where the it was just deep enough so the water came up to her neck. She began to slide her hands over her body enjoying the effect of the slickness caused by the water. Her fingers traced along the contours of her breasts. She cupped them and loved the way they seemed to float free in the water, unencumbered by their own weight. She raised them and began to knead them with her fingers feeling the suppleness pressing between her spread fingers.

She felt a warmth begin to form between her legs. She spread them letting the cool water and the current play over the area. She moved her fingers downward, sliding over her firm stomach and around her navel, urged onward by the pleasure that was growing inside.

John was not finding any signs of life downstream so far. He knew that he should come to a town in about 2 or 3 miles. He saw that on the mountains above the canyon some houses had been destroyed by the earthquake and had slid part-way down the hill. The only sound he heard was a deathly still. He went another mile further down but had not reached the town yet. Maybe he would have had better luck upstream. So he decided to head back.

Lisa had found a flat rock that was beside the creek. A small breeze had begun to blow and it was offering some respite from the heat. So she moved up to the rock to lounge in the sun. She was still slightly aroused from the envigorating water. Her nipples jutted out from her dark silver dollar sized areolas and she felt a dampness between her legs. As she lay in the sun she began to lazily caress herself.

She moved her fingers along the edge of her outer lips which were slick with her wetness. She loved to tease herself and keep herself near the edge. Slowly she moved a finger along the side of her clit, pressing it with the tip of her finger. Then she began to circle it closer and closer to the tip, stopping now and then to let her excitement build even further.

John came around the last bend of the creek and brought the pool where Lisa was into view. She was situated so that she could not see his approach. John stopped dead in his tracks, mesmerized by her beauty and unable to take his eyes off of how she was pleasing herself. He felt his own excitement begin to grow as he watched.

Lisa heard a rustling sound and looked up to see John on the opposite bank. She felt embarrassed and tried to cover herself. She wondered how long he had been there. Finally she rolled over on her stomach.

John called to her telling about his bad luck at finding any help downstream. “I’ll go on upstream and see if I am more successful there,” John announced. He started to head away.

“Wait.” Lisa called, surprised by her temerity. “You look like you could use some refreshment yourself. I’ll go over in the shade and you can have this pool to yourself.” She got up and moved behind one of the boulders out of John’s sight.

John watched her go, trying to divert his eyes but attracted all the same to her. If only he wasn’t married…..

Now he realized how much he needed the refreshment because his shirt was soaked with sweat from his exertions. He quickly shed his clothes and dove into the water. The coolness was instant relief from the oppressive heat. He swam for some minutes, but his mind was on Lisa and it was arousing him.

Lisa couldn’t help herself, she found an opening between the boulders where she could observe John without his being aware. She watched as the water glistened on his firm muscles and how his thick black hair became unruly when it got wet. But the next thing really started her passion burning.

John started thinking about Lisa’s perfect body and how aroused she was. His own excitement began to grow. His shaft began to rise from its resting place in the thick nest of black curls between his legs. It arched upward, the foreskin pulling back as it grew to full size. John reached down and touched the tip and it jerked a little.

Lisa, from her hiding place, gasped at the size of him. She had never seen an uncircumsized cock and she was fascinated. Her own hand returned to caress her still moist slit.

John rubbed the tip of his finger over the tip, sliding it underneath the foreskin and tugging on it. He could visualize Lisa’s clit hard and stiff as his tongue teased and tapped at it. His fingers began to move further back on the shaft, pulling the foreskin up over the head and then all the way behind it. The soft skin tapered gently to the tip as he pulled it all the way up. The coronal ridge was formed into a shallow curve as he moved it.

Lisa started moving her fingers more vigorously as the sight of John began to heat her up. She slid a finger deep inside of her and curled the tip. The heat from her walls was searing her finger as she probed part-way in. She began to curl her fingertip in and out as if beckoning John to come give her the pleasure she needed.

John had wrapped his hand completely around the shaft and was pumping it hard, his fingers were pulling the skin hard as he got nearer and nearer to his climax. With his free hand he curled it around his balls feeling the wet hairs matted against the heavy sperm-filled balls. They were hanging down from the heat and he kneaded them gently between his fingers, pressing them gently between his fingers.

Lisa’s spreading passion fire was not threatening to consume her. She could no longer trust her legs to hold her up, the pleasure was so strong. So she sat down on the boulder where she could continue to spy through the opening in the rocks. Her fingers had moved up to circle the tip of her clit. She pushed back the hood with a fingernail, Then she grazed the tip of her clit with her fingernail.

John was approaching the point of no return. His hand became a blur on his cock, stroking it harder and faster, then stopping to swirl the end of his fingers. He felt it throbbing in his hands, the bulging vein on the underside was pulsating . Suddenly he erupted, sending his seed shooting out from him and splashing into the water. His hips thrust with each spurt, sending out an arcing stream.

Lisa’s orgasm was not far behind. All the excitement of her own pleasure and then watching John was too much for her. She increased the pressure on her clit, feeling its stiffness as she rolled it between her fingers. Her juices her dripping from her, soaking into the cool rock she was sitting on. She felt herself fall over the edge as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her cum lasted for some minutes and she felt deliciously revitalized.

When she re-emerged from behind the rocks she found John sitting along the bank waiting for her. He had put on his shorts, but otherwise remained undressed. Lisa was still unclothed. She felt no need now, after what had transpired. She sat down next to John.

They sat there for some moments, lost in thought, wanting the other to speak first. Finally, Lisa broke the silence. “I hope you don’t take me as being some kind of slut, things had just built up to the breaking point and I had to take care of it.”

“I don’t think less of you,” John said. “In fact I have a confession of my own to make. After you went back behind the rocks, I did something similar. If anything, I should be the one who acted out of line.” Tom looked away, somewhat ashamed.

“Since this is confessional time, I better fess up too. I spied on you as you were touching yourself,” Lisa admitted. John smiled at their shared secret. Then he gave Lisa a warm hug. The two of them looked at each other then simultaneously burst out laughing.

They talked for some time about the absurdity of the cultural taboos that had arisen about sex. Where double standards existed and where the beauty of a human act had been subverted and perverted. They decided that there was no need for false modesty while they were in the wilderness.

Their hunger had begun to catch up with them. Lisa had seen some berries up on the hill and she went off to gather them. John busied himself gathering wood for a fire and preparing a comfortable bed for the night. Soon the sun would be setting and he wanted to have everything done so they wouldn’t have to stumble around in the dark.

When Lisa returned with the berries, they ate ravenously, realizing now how hungry they actually were. They talked about the plans for tomorrow. They would head upstream together. The going was much easier that way. No doubt they would find civilization in that direction.

After they ate they reclined on the soft mattress of leaves that John had built. Lisa reached out and she took his strong hand in hers and squeezed it. Looking into John’s eyes, she said, “if only I had met you before you married. We would be so happy together.” John pondered how his life would be different if he had instead met Lisa instead of his wife. He wondered if they would have remained close and not grown apart as he and his wife had.

Lisa had felt herself growing closer to John. The experience of a shared ordeal brought a sense of understanding. Now as they talked, she felt like she really could relate to the hardships he had faced. Having never been married herself, she nonetheless felt a certain kinship with his yearning for romance. She too had been seeking the person who could bring that kind of joy to her.

As they lay bare their souls, John began to softly stroke her soft silky hair. His fingers parted it repeatedly, gently massaging her scalp. Lisa cuddled up close to him, her body melting into his. John turned and saw her smiling brown eyes whispering how much she needed him. He leaned in close to her and his lips met hers.

Lisa felt a spark go through her as his lips touched hers. She felt his warm tongue moving along the edge of them. The tip was parting her lips, eager to join her tongue. She opened her mouth, allowing him passage and her tongue greeted his with darting and quick strokes. It pressed along the top of his, the tip arching to caress the roof of his mouth.

John let his tongue dance with Lisa’s. He enveloped it with a warm moist cocoon. Meanwhile his fingers moved down to caress along her earlobes. The tips were making small circles right behind and then sliding down the side of her neck. His legs entwined in hers, drawing her closer in a deep embrace.

Lisa’s tongue was moving faster now, caught up in a frenetic fluidity that only added to the fire building inside. Her hands began exploring now, her palms pressing along John’s shoulder blades and her fingernails lightly dragging along his back. She was becoming lost in the passion.

John’s tongue darted out again, the tip moving down her chin and curling underneath. He flicked the tip steadily along driving it against her smooth skin. It moved swiftly and steadily a rampant tingling marking the path it had taken. His hands were moving up and down her back the fingertips barely touching, just a fraction of an inch above, compressing the air with a fine soft flutter.

Lisa arched her neck back wanting his tongue everywhere. So wonderful it was that she wished it was everywhere at once. But with the excitement erupting everywhere within her, it was. Her hands moved to his strong muscled chest, her palms sliding along the muscles prodding and exciting them.

John’s hands moved along her sides, the fingertips were tracing along the contours of her soft skin, tanned and silky. He felt the heat of her breasts as her excitement was raging through her. He pressed his hands along the sides curling his fingers under them. Slowly he spread his fingers apart allowing the fullness of her to press between his fingers. He lifted his hands slightly raising Lisa’s breasts as he encompassed her.

John’s tongue was drawn like a magnet to the dark rose of her aereolae. The tip pressed against it exploring the bounds of it. He spiraled it around and around the nipple, drawing it ever closer to the stiffening bud. He moved it right up to the stiff side, retreating and advancing from all angles.

Lisa was lost now. She had given herself over completely to John. Her fingers continued to play along his chest, twirling the soft curly strands of the hair and pressing the stiff points of his nipples. She felt her energy being transferred to the tips of her fingers.

John’s mouth opened, allowing a nipple to move between his lips. He closed his lips around it feeling them deflected by the turgid throbbing bud. He moved his lips from side to side feeling the nipple rolling between. His teeth grazed it lightly and his tongue pressed against the tip.

Lisa’s hands had moved to his thighs, they were slowly sliding upward, seeking the energy that was reawakened in John. She needed to return the same kind of pleasure he was giving her. Lisa traced her fingers up to where his legs joined. Then she opened her fingers so she could feel the weight of his balls between them. They felt so soft and warm in her fingers.

John turned around so he could continue his caresses lower. His tongue slid down her stomach, a sheen was left cooling as it evaporated into the hot night and driving her wild. He moved his tongue boldly right up to the soft nest of her pubic hair.

Lisa, her tongue now at the scene of John’s pulsating energy, took advantage of the chance to bring him the same kind of pleasure she was feeling. Her tongue darted out to the tip of him, the tip pressing the slit at the tip. It teased him, first flicking at the tip, then along the ridge behind the head and then along the top of his shaft. She wanted to explore all of him and experience him completely.

John’s tongue, seeking out her heat, moved closer to the moist groove. He pressed it along the edge of her spreading lips tasting her sweet nectar for the first time. He moved his tongue between, each pass it descended deeper into her boiling cauldron of lust. He flicked it along the entire length of her rosy inner lips. First along one side, then the other. He opened his lips and taking her inner lips between, began to tug on them. Lisa let out a deep moan as a surge of electricity passed through her.

Lisa parted her lips, letting the head slide between. She felt the throbbing as her lips closed around it, pressing behind the head. She twirled and slid her tongue all over the head, bathing and caressing it. With her hand she was cupping his balls, gently surrounding them. She took more of his pulsating shaft, sliding him deeper into her mouth. She pressed her tongue along the bottom side as she slid him in.

John pointed the tip of his tongue, curling it so that it was stiff. With the very tip he slid it into her entrance. Lisa raised her hips and let out a low moan as his tongue teased the edges. Then all at once he stabbed it deep into her. He tasted the tangy juices as he curled it upward so that the tip played along her sensitive g-spot. With his nose he inhaled her sweet scent of passion.

Lisa took him slowly, sliding her lips inch by inch down the rock hard shaft. She could feel the vein along the bottom twitching as John’s hips moved of their own volition. Finally she had him completely in her mouth. She sucked on him as she began to move him in and out. Her tongue pressed and slithered along the loose skin under the head and along the bulging shaft.

John moved his tongue higher, now concentrating on her clit. It was protruding and stiff between her engorged lips. He moved his tongue just underneath it, curling it like a coiled spring. Suddenly he let the spring unwind as it unfurled up and over the tip. It pressed along it, molding to her contours. The tip of his tongue teased her, circling ever closer to the tip then backing off, only to return and flick with almost no pressure over the hood.

Lisa let John slide from her mouth with a plopping sound. She opened her mouth wide so that she could feel the warm hairy balls between her lips. She first took one, her tongue pushing one way and another as she felt the ball roll around in her mouth. John let out a deep guttural moan as she sucked on his balls.

John opened his lips again. He let one lip press against one side of Lisa’s clit and the other press the other side. He began moving his lips back and forth alternately letting her stiff clit roll between them. Lisa was feeling a wave of pleasure building, threatening to overwhelm her in excitement and passion. When John began to moan and her clit vibrated between his lips, the dam burst.

Lisa exploded in John’s mouth sending her sweet honey flooding between his lips. She felt the tremors come in deep satisfying waves. It seemed as if her whole body was in rapture of the pleasure. John felt her contracting around his tongue as he struggled to gather all of the nectar she was giving. Lisa’s orgasm went on for several minutes.

Lisa had never had such an intense cum. Never had a lover given her such concentrated attention to guarantee her pleasure. She had to return the pleasure that John had given her. Getting up, she moved around and poised straddling him.

John’s shaft was sticking straight up, the tip moving slightly as it throbbed in anticipation of the sweet warm tunnel it would soon be engulfed by. He reached up and rubbed his fingers over her stiff rubbery nipples. He tweaked them and she let out a soft yell.

All at once Lisa descended on him, impaling herself on his hard rod. She felt it open her up as he slid in. The thick head pressed against her walls, throbbing with its fullness. She pulled up again and let herself down, taking him inch by delicious inch.

John felt her velvet smooth walls parting as he head glided against them. It felt like a thousand fingers were caressing him as her muscles gripped him. He reached up and pulled her down on top of him feeling her breasts crush against his chest. His tongue flicked her tongue wildly, battling and pressing hers over and over.

Lisa got into a rhythm with her hips, moving them in concert with his. It was a symphony of motion as they rocked together, his shaft appearing and disappearing between them.

John held her close and rolled them over so that he was on top. He began to move in earnest now, picking up the speed and intensity. His balls slapped against her as he pulled out and shoved back in. The top of his shaft was pressing her clit sending sparks through her with every stroke. He felt them tightening as he neared the precipice of pleasure.

His shaft pulsating with his hips he felt his seed rush up the shaft. It jetted out of him and sprayed hard against her walls. It splashed back against him, mixing with Lisa’s flowing juices.

The feel of John filling her up with his cum pushed Lisa into another earth-shattering orgasm. She shuddered for what seemed like hours in waves of pleasure that washed over her. She could feel herself gripping the warm stiff shaft as each wave hit.

John sent wave after wave of his seed into her as she milked him with her walls. Lisa reached up to pull John closer to her. Her lips found his again as she gave him kiss after deep kiss. A aura of contentment settled on both of them as they drifted into sweet sleep. They were still entwined.

The next morning the sun awoke them with its warming rays. John dressed quickly, eager to be off to find civilization. Lisa lingered thinking about how such a wonderful man as John is so rare. Eventually she too, donned clothes and headed off to find more berries.

The helicopter spotted them both almost in the same instant. It set down in a small clearing along the river. John and Lisa climbed aboard. They were happy to be rescued but at the same time sad that they soon would have to part. Both silently vowed to find a way to rendezvous again.