One Man's Trash

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Sasha settled back into the black seats. During the West coast summers, the dark interior was scorching. But in early spring, the leather was pleasantly cool to the touch. And as an added bonus, you didn’t have that senseless, -but nonetheless plausible - worry that your skin would melt to the broad, hot surface nagging at the back of your mind.

Pausing for a moment at the apex of the driveway, she waited for Ivan to settle the Starbucks cups into the floor divider. Easing onto the suburban street, lined with the perfection of topiary art decked out in the closest nature would ever get to the gaudy green color of Astroturf, she kept her speed an even forty cruising the sleep streets.

After a few minutes, she reached the stretch of scenic highway that rose and fell over or between the mountains, depending on its mood. Its serpentine path mimicked the steady breath the ocean imparted on the aqua water that the two-lane road ran parallel to.

Tramping the accelerator, Sasha felt the rush of adrenaline that accompanied her high speed escapades. Rephrasing her thoughts from earlier, she concluded that romantic was not exactly the most fitting adjective to describe her automotive habits.

Smiling coyly at her passenger, she caught Ivan’s gaze in the review mirror as she reached up to adjust it towards her slightly. Feeling the flow of the wind cutting around the Lexus’s aerodynamic body, Sasha breathed the fresh morning air, the salty tang of the ocean tickling her nostrils. At her side, the pair of green and white cups leaned dangerously into each turn with that easy grace indicative of a gold metal luger.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

One thing Ivan had come to love about the west coast were two of it's denizens cultural imperitives. One was their utter disregard for the clock, time was ephemeral and clearly not the master of most true Californians. The other was their love for cars. Driving next to Sasha, Ivan felt both. Being a car buff he couldn't help but notice the Michelin Pilot SX MXX3's Sasha had on the Lexus. The Pilot Sport is Michelin's new flagship Max Performance tire, and it was not stock with the 2002 Lexus. At the price she shelled out for them, clearly the lady loved her wheels.

Ivan was carefree for the first time in weeks. His business concerns faded as surely as the miles melted away underneath these tires. As the scenery changed, and civilization faded, Ivan saw Sasha's contented smiles grow broader. Motioning to her to stop at Ralph's grocery store in a one stoplight town they were beezing through. Its picnic basket time!

They found a simple wood basket, and stuffed it with the usual picnic fare of fruits, paper plates, juice and of course cabernet! Ivan paid for these items with his Amex, and they sped off towards nowhere in particular. As Sasha drove Ivan began to talk to her. They discussed art, the classics, LA and the house. Their words flowed easily as if they were longtime friends.

When a rare silence fell, Ivan leaned over and traced a line from Sasha's knee up to her waist. He reached over and undid her belt. Reaching under her t shirt Ivan cupped her breast. His hands moved lazily, as he said with just a touch of wickedness -

"I'm getting hungry"...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

The sun reflected off the metallic hood of the Lexus, and Sasha squinted into the glare. Taking each turn with an easy grace, she reached one hand over to Ivan, lacing her fingers with his. It in itself seemed a completely benign movement, but every touch of his skin thrilled her. Just sitting next to him, his thigh occasionally brushing hers as they leaned into a sharp curve and the clean smell of his shampoo she found more erotic than anything he could have done on purpose to impress her.

Taking her eyes off the road, confident in her knowledge of the lay of the land, she smiled softly at his comment. Licking her lips in a vaguely obscene gesture, her laughter was caught by the wind and whipped over their shoulders to the miles they had traversed since dawn. The backwards baseball cap kept her hair out of her face and line of vision as she searched the roadside for a turnout.

Guardrails lined the ocean vista and sharp rock faces slanted steeply upwards on the right. Finding an ideal picnic spot was going to be tough, but she could never complain about having an excuse to drive a few more minutes. She wouldn’t have been surprised at all if the money she had spent on gas was more than the car itself had been.

“Hungry already? Sure you don’t just want an appetizer or two? Just a taste of forbidden fruit, if you will…” Sasha replied in an equally wicked tone

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

When Ivan heard the word "appetizer" his eyes flashed with lust that so far he had pushed aside this fine day. He had watched Sasha scanning for picnic spots for the last 20 miles or so, none so far were found that met her approval.

He saw the glint in her eye when she said the word, and he shivered at her hidden meaning. She meant her appetizer, not his ! Ivan shivered at the thought of her mouth on him once more but this opportunity to taste Sasha while she drove was just simply too juicy to pass up.

He smiled as he saw that there was literally nowhere for Sasha to turn. The solid steel guard rail was against a sheer drop off on the oceanside, while the cliffs on the left had no shoulder that offered safe "parking". With a grin Ivan unclipped his seat beat and stretched out with his head next to Sasha's lap. He lifted up her t shirt, making short work of her bra. Looking her in the eyes, he leaned in and sucked her greedily.

This was a surrealistic image, The sun high, hot and bright shown down brightly on them. The gulls whooped and cried the large white birds flocked in great numbers by the protected shoreline. There they dined on the small dead fish that washed upon the rocky shores. The sportscar snaked its surefooted way along the coastal highway as Sasha drove fast but still safely along the path she knew so well.

All the while Ivan sucked her breasts. With an evil grin he pulled back and undid her capris. Sliding his hand down her front, Ivan soon found her wetness. He sat up and slowly massaged her pussy while Sasha arched her back to allow him greater access.

"A perfect day for a drive, Sasha. The wind in your face, the sun on your shoulders and my hand in your pants..."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

“I couldn’t have said it better.”

Reaching back in the seat, Sasha was glad for being underdressed this once. She had long ago slipped out of her bamboo platform sandals; she never drove with shoes on. Propping her bare foot on the vinyl dashboard on Ivan’s side of the car, she stretched her leg. Flexing the muscles in her calf felt good, they had been tensed for too long between the accelerator and brake. More of the former then the latter.

Picking up her bra from where it lay between them on the seat, Sasha hooked her finger into it, holding it above her head. It flapped in the breeze for a moment, and Sasha laughed softly when the wind finally caught it, dragging the flimsy blue satin from her grasp. It festooned a rocky outcropping a few hundred feet back, fluttering irately as if indignant about being left behind.

Cupping Ivan’s chin in one hand, always keeping her left resting easily at twelve o’clock, Sasha darted out her tongue to meet his. Slithering lower on the black leather, she placed her hand over his, that had wandered up over her knees and between her thighs. Massaging her throbbing sex, she moved with Ivan in time to the purr of the motor and the thrum of each wheel turn.

Distracted by the intensity of his fingers, the silver nose of the Lexus drifted into the left lane, and Sasha had to swerve the convertible quickly back where it belongs. She let out a short, velvety laugh at the close call and her lapse in attention, drawing in a short breath.

“Damn, if you keep that up babe, you’re gonna be sending me over more then a proverbial cliff.”

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Sasha's sporadic hot tongue made Ivan just simply glad to be alive. His body coarsed with adreneline from the sheer excitement of her proximity. Sasha, he mused, was becoming this white man's drug, intoxicating highs and utterly addictive.

The jolt of the quick correction from Sasha as her attention wandered made him smile. As he looked closely behind those sunglasses, he saw that indeed his relentless hand was affecting her focus. ~Proverbial Cliff~ indeed. Sasha was incredibly wet, her hips moved and her hand guided Ivan showing him exactly what she wanted him to touch and when. He found her clit with his two long forefingers. With his free right hand he found a classical music station. The strains of Fur Elise blasted out from the Lexus' six speakers. Ivan's fingers moved on her clit keeping perfect time to the music.

The rocky coastline remained inhospitable, though it was changing as he watched. The small rocks gave way to larger more massive boulders. Large gaps shown between the craggy granite rocks, as they sped by. Like a symbiont in tune with the changing landscape, Ivan slid his long middle finger into Sasha. She gasped softly, and he grinned. She was close to her first orgasm of the long day. He had better help her find a place to stop and soon.

"Let yourself go Sasha. Cum for me just like this ....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

The flashing green of sparse roadside shrubbery melted into the steadily increasing rise and fall of the whitecaps as Sasha tilted her head back. Like a demented conductor, the wind toyed with the sounds. The scream of rushing air over the aerodynamic body and windshield flirted with the whine of metal on metal. Both were sharply accented with Sasha’s exclamations of ecstasy and the wind’s apathetic moans.

With a swerve of delight, Sasha came, spilling her nectar over Ivan’s attentive fingers and the car’s black interior leather.

Barely eyelevel with the dashboard and with her face covered by a mask of windswept honey hair, Sasha decided she was practically the textbook case of an unsafe driver. But as Fur Elise faded into the static-y silence of dead and air returned with a reborn vengeance blasting Pachelbel's Canon in D Major, Sasha reached a bend in the road. The embankment to the left looked manageable and not too taxing on her silver baby.

Pulling over with a jerk, they found themselves at a standstill, the still-life scenery almost surreal after the constant motion they had experienced. Breathlessly kissing Ivan, she looked at the wide Pacific view spread out before them. Drawing away and gesturing to in grandly, she winked at Ivan.

“Damn, I’ve got good taste. In scenery and in men, for that matter.”

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Sasha's cheeks were flushed, and the satisfied smile she had on her face was without reserve. Absolutely satisfied with the spot, the day, and the company Ivan completely relaxed for the first time in memory.

He bounded out of the car and ran over to cliffside. The dropoff was severe, 100 meters of nothing but air before the slope began down to the jagged rocks below. The ocean spectacularly crashed on the shore sending jets of white foam high in the air. Sandpipers scampered on the shore, darting in and out with their characteristic inhuman quickness. To Ivan's right, a seldom used path more fit for mountain goats then people led its snaking way down.

Sasha joined him in a moment, walking a little bowlegged with the wet capris pressed hard against her flesh. She was just so damn cute. Ivan grabbed her and kissed her upturned lips hard, and hugged Sasha so tight her ribs almost popped.

"You have good taste, and you taste good too! " Ivan laughed as he spoke, thinking back to yesterday of how true those words were.

With a grin she motioned to the car.

Ivan turned and retraced his steps to grab their picnic basket. The wine bottles clinked together with a sweet familiar sound as he swung the basket around. Sasha was gone. Ivan didn't have to be told where she went. He sighed, then began the trek down, picking his way carefully as the path was less than a foot wide in places. Crazy, he muttered. Sasha was crazy. And Ivan knew that he wouldn't trade places with any other man on earth ...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Trotting sure-footedly down the narrow trail, occasionally snagging the sparse cliff dwelling vegetation for handholds, Sasha made her way down to the beach. Barefooted, she stepped carefully over the jagged rocks that reared their heads from the sugar white sand, patches of sharp shells avoided as well.

Running lightly across the expanse of shore, Sasha inhaled the salty ocean air with a satisfactory sigh. Tugging her shirt off, she threw it over one shoulder, looking back briefly to see Ivan at the top of the footpath. Stopping and turning around, she slid out of the tight capris more slowly, putting on a show for her distant admirer.

Blowing Ivan a kiss, she turned away, walking to where the ocean lapped at the land. Digging her toes into the damp sand, she dragged her foot in an arch, looking out at the clear sky. Taking a tentative step forward until she was ankle deep, she let out a shriek at the icy quality of the water.

Taking a sharp breath, Sasha waited for the wave to roll in, and did a shallow dive into the foaming surf. She came up gasping, clawing at the surface as she squealed loudly in surprise. Holy shit, that’s cold!

Leaning against the incoming tide, she took a few lazy strokes backwards, her lingerie soaked and transparent clinging to her form like a second skin. Kicking her feet playfully as she watched Ivan pick his way across the beach, she spit the saltwater out of her mouth and called out playfully to him.

“Join me! The water’s fine…”

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

When Sasha stripped her top off and dove in Ivan was now 100 percent sure that she was crazy. Although on reflection, it fit her personality. Extremes. No, she would not be one to wade in inch by inch.

Ivan redoubled his efforts, and soon he too was on the sand. He stripped down to the buff and ran to the water's edge. He waded in up to his thighs then dove headlong into a breaker.

Cold, wow so cold His head ached in the suddenness of it all, he resisted the urge to stand and run for shore. Sasha was 20 meters away, and he dove under the briny water as he got close. This reminded him of joyful boyhood days spent at his family's cottage. Holding his breath, he opened his eyes to see the dim outline of her legs. It was like the underwater camera shot in Jaws , Sasha's head was above the surface.

Reaching up he pulled her under, they both came up sputtering and laughing. Her hair was slicked back, her nipples hard. He thought of her as Thetis, one of the Nereides sea goddesses. He the picnic basket wine carrier like a modern day Dionysos. The god who fled to the salt water seas and took shelter in the arms of Thetis.

Holding Sasha, Ivan kissed her, at the same time his hands slid back on her ass.

"Glad to be here, Sasha"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

“That wasn’t playing fair, babe,” Sasha murmured softly to Ivan, dragging herself on top of him, arm tightly around his neck. Treading water calmly with one hand, Sasha wrapped her leg around his waist. Rubbing her fingers over his cool skin, she moved her lips to his hard flat nipples, gnawing gently.

Far offshore, on a ridge of tidal rocks, a group of harbor seals were sunning themselves. Their speckled brown coats gleamed wet and iridescent in the noontide sun. It looked like a good idea.

Breaking away from Ivan with a salty kiss, Sasha surface dived and swam strongly beneath the waves. Coming up for breath every so often, she turned around and cocked a finger in a coy invitation before disappearing again.

Reaching the broad, flat cluster of rocks, she perched half out of the water on the stone ledge. Spreading herself out face down on the sizzling surface, she basked in the griddle-hot intensity of the warmth.

The breakers lapping gently at the drop-off just beneath where Sasha’s chin rested on her clasp hands. She smiled endearingly at Ivan. Running her hand through his wet hair, she gestured to the shore, a hundred or so feet away.

“You wouldn’t mind getting the stuff…wouldja?”

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Yes, the ancient Greeks had it right. In that pose lying on the rocks luring him to her side Sasha was every inch Thetis the sea goddess. Perhaps it was a scene just like this that had inspired Homer's fertile mind when he was writing. Sasha was gorgeous.

Laughing, he went back to shore. Swimming sidestroke Ivan held the picnic basket in the classic lifeguard's carry. The waves were not a factor, a steady offshore breeze kept the breakers down. Mission accomplished. The heat rose from the rocks as he stood and found a dry place to rest the picnic basket. He pulled out some wine, a vintage Napa cabernet. With deft motions the corkscrew worked its magic, twin glasses soon filled to the brim.

Sasha was watching in fascination as the seals cavorted. Ivan saw a large female flip on her back and glide through the water. Ivan was at peace, then got a wicked idea as Sasha still lay on her stomach. Taking one glass, he offered it to her. He sat beside her. From the other glass , Ivan poured some wine on Sasha's backbone. Bending over he began to lick up the wine. Mmmm it worked. The wine came to rest in her delicious depressions leaving him lapping pools.

What a great way to spend the day ...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sasha

Shivering at Ivan’s lightly flicking tongue, Sasha groped for the checkered cloth, setting her wine glass to the side.

“I know it’s in here somewhere,” she muttered, more to herself then Ivan, as she rummaged through the basked beneath the layers of food. Pulling out a bottle of suntan oil, Sasha stood easily, and poured in into her palm. Rubbing her hands together until they glistened in the overhead sun, Sasha walked slowly behind Ivan, trailing the tips of her toes down his spine.

“Relax…” Sasha pushed him slightly onto his chest, “Lay down…” she dug her foot into the small of his back as he laid prone of the smooth rock, “And enjoy…”

Settling onto Ivan’s back, Sasha drizzled the oil over his sunbaked skin. Dragging her nails through the oil, she spread it out slowly and evenly. Kneading her fingers into his shoulders, she pushed deeper into his muscle, her thumbs meeting at the center of his neck as each stroke.

Shifting her weight, Sasha massaged lower, her bikini-cut panties drying translucent against her. Sliding against him, she kept him facedown.

The faint scent of coconut essences mingled sensually with the salt water, as Sasha teased Ivan like a prize tuna nibbling at a fisherman’s bait.

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Ivan luxuriated in Sasha's warm hands. Mmmm this was a woman of many hidden talents. Leaning on one elbow, he took a long pull on the cab. Not exactly how the sommelier at Spago's would have recommended one drink a fine wine, but clearly he was in a hurry to lay back and enjoy Sasha's ministrations.

The gentle roll of the surf slapped in time against their rock. Far out, Ivan could see a frieghter making its ponderous way northward up the coast. Probably bound for San Francisco, or maybe Seattle or Vancouver. Its tall rusty hull was covered with barnacles. The Liberian flag fluttered off the stern. Ivan grinned inwardly. It was all about taxes. In this case big money and fewer regulations.

Sasha was light on his back. Her skilled fingers eased the tension out of his knotted muscles. He had to admit she showed a wealth of self control. He began to think of his hand down her pants while she was driving. Ivan shivered in delight. Now that had been fun!

For long minutes he enjoyed the massage. Then he rolled over on his side once more and took another long drink of his wine. He stood and stretched from his fingers to his toes. He smiled at Sasha and said -

"Mmmm that was wonderful. I'm diving in to cool off. But first, a kiss. "

She smiled and stood to kiss him. Their lips locked, tongues finding each other. Without a word of warning Ivan tilted over, and still kissing her, plunged headlong into the surf. Sasha gave a small cry just as they hit the water together ....

 

[darrenfate]

IVAN

Ivan awoke to a haze of pain and an odd stiffness in his limbs. He opened his eyes only to see all white. Ceiling, walls, ....nurse. Nurse?? He tried to ask the obvious question but his voice was gone.

"Welcome back to the land of the living Ivan. You gave us all quite a scare. Just rest now. You are in a hospital. You hit your head on an underwater boulder. You really shouldn't dive into areas that you are not familiar. Rest now, I'll be back soon. Oh by the way its been two months since your accident.

Ivan's mind reeled he'd been unconscious for months! It took two days for him to talk and another week before he could leave. He had one burning desire.

A month later he was back to feeling like himself. Sasha never answered her phone, and according to the people at the firm she had never contacted any of them concerning the auction. He drove to her place with trembling hands. What would he say? He never got the opportunity to find out. The house was locked tight and judging from the spider webs spun across the front door it had been awhile.

Two days later after calling everyone he could think of including the seedy real estate agent Ivan was forced to face facts.

Sasha had vanished.

The only clue he had was that Sasha was a professional level billiards player. Women like Sasha came around but once in a lifetime. He would find her he swore grimly. Vegas was the logical place to start....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

I love it I love it I love it! Doll, wonderful...just absolutely purrfect...