Rena is awake. She feels as if she’s just waken for the first time. She’s in her early thirties and she never would have imagined that she would feel this way, at this age. It almost doesn’t seem real or possible. There was such a range of emotions flowing wildly inside her. But then her mentor always said that the word emotion can be broken down into more simple terms. E in Einstein’s world meant energy, and motion….well that is easy enough to understand. But now the single world emotion has become two words, energy plus motion. She could feel it coursing through her veins just as she had seen the mountain river flow ever so wildly. For the first time in a lifetime she felt alive. It made sense.

Ray had found her nearly by accident, but then if one has faith than one does not believe in accidents. It wasn’t long before he became a lover, friend and even a daddy to her. Both of them drive trucks. They were going in different directions but stopped at the same place. He watched her. She was barely five feet tall, her long brown hair was a tangled mess, she walked by him without giving much regard to him. Later he would see her again and ask her how the fruit she bought earlier was. This started the conversation.

They shared the watermelon and made small talk. She liked his confidence and his manor. She had run into his type a thousand times before and never really gave them much thought. It is clique to say that he was different, but he was. He was laid back, cute, and he made her laugh. He had a beautifully built body. She could tell he worked out often, but he didn’t have the conceded attitude that most men who spend that much time in the gym have.

The small talk left her wanting more. She wanted him to kiss her, she wanted to know what it was like to be with him. She was waiting for him to make the first move. He seemed to be taking forever. He said he had to go inside, he told her he would come by to see her later. She smiled and went back to where she was.

Once inside, she was smiling. She tried to pass the time reading, but she couldn’t concentrate on the story. She kept looking at the time and she kept looking for him, watching for him. When she heard him knock, she couldn’t contain her happiness.

He was such a gentlemen. They talked. She took down her hair, it was a mess, she should have brushed it but she knew it would give him a reason to be close to her. He offered to brush it for her. She was quick to give him the brush. Her hair was so tangled, he really didn’t know how to brush it. He didn’t want to pull it, but he wanted to brush it.

She showed him how to brush it. He followed her directions. He was talking to her but thinking about how to move things along. He kissed her forehead. She leaned back and he kissed her lips. The kiss was passionate. It took them both by surprise. She parted her lips. It seemed to last forever. Finally, she got up and stood to meet him. He took her to the bed.

They each started to come out of their clothes. They kissed and touched each other as if they had been lovers for a lifetime. They each seemed to know how to get the best response from each other. They licked, kissed, and tasted each other. Both wanting more, neither of them really understood what was going on. But they understood the desire that was there.

Finally, she looked at him and asked if they could do this again. This was the only thing her brain and her mouth could agree on. Her heart had already fallen in love with him. Her head told her that wasn’t possible; her mouth was lost in forming the words to say.

He was just as lost as she was. Even as they lay together afterwards, there was a comfort that he had not felt before. He wasn’t one to dwell on emotions or to carry on but even he knew that this was more than the one night stand he planned.

Neither of them brought up the issue of condoms. Later they would talk about it and he said he that while he thought about them, he knew from talking to her that he didn’t want to use them. If she had told him to, he would have but it would have to come from her. She prepared. She had condoms near her. She even got them out so they would be within reach, but when he kissed her, all thought left her mind. She wouldn’t think about them until afterwards, when they were laying close to one another. Later when they talked about the kiss, he would describe the moment as special. She couldn’t think of a better way to describe it.

She had to go early in the morning, so he eventually left her alone. She was disappointed that he would go, but she understood, she wouldn’t have wanted to get up at that time if he had to go.

He calls her the next day. He’s wanting to know where she is going and what she is doing. She keeps updating her day with him. They make plans to meet later that night.

They have good timing. She’s passing him to go inside when he’s just getting ready to look for her. They shower together.

This is different for her. She’s never showered with anyone before. She’s shy about her body, and getting naked with all the light in that small space. He seems to notice her apprehension. He takes the lead and kisses her. He touches her. He is very soft and gentle with her. When they dry off, she’s reaching for her clothes.

He tells her she’s moving too fast. He puts a towel on the floor and kisses her. He tells her to suck him. She does and this helps with her anxiety. She gives him the head he wants and craves. He sits on the floor. They are fucking in moments.

She can’t believe how relaxed she is and how much she loves this, loves him. She wants him. She is moaning and lost in the feeling of her own orgasm. He stops. She’s making noises and he’s unsure what she wants. He looks at her and asks if she wants to keep going. Wide eyed, she nods yes whispering please. He goes back to fucking her.

They get something to eat and go to bed. He wants her to give him head. She complies easily. He realizes he loves her at some point this night. He’s not sure when it happens, and he spends the next few days telling himself it isn’t possible. They talk and text during this time. He tells her he’s fighting his want to tell her that he loves her. He’s never caught feelings for someone this quickly before and he’s certain its lust, not love, but then he also realized its more than just a physical need with her too.

They talk and text often over the next few days. The texts get more intense. They are each dancing around the root of their feelings. Finally, he tells her that she can say it. She doesn’t hesitate and she tells him that she loves him. He says it back to her. Neither of them are really comfortable with their feelings, but each of them innately understands that there is no point in fighting it either.

With the nature of their work and family schedules they know that they will have limited time together. They will need to find ways to work together to get to see each other. Ideally, they try to get work in the same part of the country but they work for different companies and in different divisions.

They talk and text to keep in touch with one another. They plan time together when they can, which isn’t often and they make the best of it when they are together. He tells her to send him little sexually charged messages every morning; he calls them his daily inspirations. She is supposed to send them Monday thru Saturday, and ask permission to send them on Sunday’s. Sometimes she sends them on Sunday anyway.

They talk about working together. They have a good chemistry. She took a week off and went with him just to see how things would go. Overall, she has a shy personality, but there are moments when he sees another side to her, a more assertive side. She’s complex. She’s very much an independent woman, but she has childlike tendencies, and emotionally she needs a lot.

When the week was over and he had to take her back, it was rough on both of them. They stopped for breakfast. She noticed that he was picking at his food. She asked him what was wrong. He asked her if she was ready to go back to work. She shook her head no, fighting the tears that wanted to fall. He had been thinking about it most of the morning. They both knew it was best to drop her off in a few hours. He didn’t want to disappoint her, and this was hard on him too.

During that time together they enjoyed one another’s company and bodies. They had sex every morning. She would wake him most days by sucking on him. She worked her tongue around him, over him and down him. She would lick his balls and his ass on command. She couldn’t get enough of him. The way he tasted and smelled. She would watch him while she held his cock in her throat. She wanted that moment when he held her hair or pushed her head into a rhythm that satisfied him. She often asked if she could ride him. Sometimes he would let her and sometimes he would say no.

When she felt him enter her, her eyes would roll back. She would start to moan and cry. The feel of him, growing inside her, filling her, were more than she could take. She would tense and start to orgasm soon. She bounced up and down on him as long as she could. He often talked to her.