voice sounded distant and my head ached.
Tut pushed his beautiful feathered head into my hand for some attention and I responded like I always do by petting him and scratching him and stroking my fingernails through his feathers.
“I love you Tut. You are my sweet pretty boy, smart and funny and very cleaver.”
I cooed at him the love that he some how drew out of me at every encounter.
Charlie came back into the room carrying a tray.
“Can you sit up?” He asked.
“Helen, can you tell me why you passed out in the garden?”
There was still residue of fear in Charlie’s voice.
For whatever reason, I kept the universal travel to myself.
“I’m not sure what happened.” I said, trying not to lie.
“Do you remember when you went to the garden? I called earlier to tell you that I’d not be home for lunch. But I see that you never got that message.”
Looking at Charlie’s sweet face made me want to kiss his big lips and to feel his arms around me. The man felt like my anchor, my hold on reality.
He set the tray down on the edge of the bed and helped me into a sitting position. Putting the tray across my lap, he commanded.
“Eat and then we’ll talk.”
“Charlie,” I said.
“I’m hungrier for you than for food.”
Rewarded by his sweet smile, I wanted him to throw the food away, take our clothes off, and then join me in the big bed.
“Oh, you’ll get me alright but right now, I want you to eat the soup. Would you do that for me, please?”
When the bowl was empty, I could feel my strength returning. Charlie took the tray away and when he came back he removed my clothes the way only he can. His process for clothing removal was fascinating and something that I’d never want to mess with.
After removing his own clothes and shoeing Tut into the other room and closing the bedroom door, he crawled into bed with me. He gave me the attention that I craved and after I was sated from our lovemaking I was as strong as before.
While lying cradled in Charlie’s big arms I started to piece together what had happened while in the garden. I looked at my watch and was surprised to see that it was 8 o’clock in the evening.
“Charlie, what time was it when you came home?”
“I’m sorry but it was late, I’d say it was 5:30. Would that help in knowing how long you were out there and in trouble?”
“I don’t know. I’m just trying to figure it out.”
I’d only give Charlie what I had to. I didn’t want Charlie to think that I was crazier than he already did. Calculating in my head how long I’d been out there that morning; I’d spent about an hour with Tut after Charlie left at 8 o’clock before I headed to the garden. There was only about 15 minutes spent in the garden before Ricky presented her invitation. Those facts led me to deduce that I’d been out there for 8 and a half hours. Good thing the weather was mild and sun wasn’t hot. My skin is sensitive to the sun.
The travel with the red spark took its toll on me in time and energy. Of course, I’d talk to Charlie about it but first I needed to speak to Michael, to get Michael’s take on the experience. I didn’t look forward to enduring Michael’s wrath at the fact that I’d put myself in danger again.
Charlie’s stomach growled and I turned in his arms to look into his eyes.
“Did you have any food? Let me fix you something wonderful to eat.”
“Are you strong enough?”
“After making love with you, I’m so strong, I could fly. I love you Charlie. Thank you for being here with me.”
Charlie was the most wonderful person. He loved me which in itself was amazing. More than that, he showed me every day in thousands of ways. My favorite, of course, was what he could do to me physically. He enjoyed making me happy in bed and in general.
Enjoying my alone time was easy even with Charlie around. He was a quiet man who spoke only when absolutely necessary. When he wanted me, he just came to me and asked.
“Can I have you now?”
When he came to me, it was due to his need for me and I always knew that I’d be the one to benefit from his ‘having me now’.
Charlie was an excellent lover and we coupled frequently because we both craved each other. Charlie could be a distraction and a deterrent when there was work for me to do because once in his arms, I never wanted our time to end.
He playfully squeezed my breasts and cupped my butt in his hands. He pulled me to him and kissed me little kisses all over my face and neck. He wasn’t done yet. Yippee. Hearing his endearing high pitched moan as he brought himself into me was sweet music to my ears.
We worked his erection and brought him to his climax at exactly the same time as I reached mine.
“I love you, too, Woman, my crazy woman.”
His words galvanized me into getting him some food. Crawling out of bed, I pulled him to his feet and dragged him towards the kitchen to see just what I could do to appease that growl in his belly. He stopped me before I got to the door and turned me to him.
“Woman, you’d better put on some clothes or you know what will happen to me.”
Charlie couldn’t watch me cook while I was naked because he thought about how it felt to be inside of me and then he got aroused all over again. I liked it but sometimes it took hours to complete a meal.
I threw on a pair of boxer shorts and a wife beater t-shirt and headed for the kitchen. Charlie pulled on his trousers and a button-up shirt but didn’t button it.
We made a great team in the kitchen and in a matter of minutes Charlie was enjoying a hot sandwich and some leftover potato salad. When he was all but finished, he offered me the last bite of his potato salad, offering it to me on a spoon ready to pop into my mouth. I’d eaten the soup earlier and was satisfied, food wise. But, I took the bite anyway because I knew the effect it would have on Charlie. Charlie didn’t watch me eat because; he might as well have been seeing me naked. Watching me eat was a turn on for Charlie.
No sooner had I taken his last bite than Charlie had me in his big bear arms and was carrying me back to our room.
We spent the rest of the night making each other happy and in general enjoying our carnal relationship. After sated sexually we fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms. Charlie enjoyed the freedom of touching me whenever he felt like it and I enjoyed it as well. Every touch was part of his loving me.
We carried our sensual feelings for one another into the following morning and took our showers together. Charlie held me in his arms and I wrapped my slippery legs around him, sliding my soapy breasts over his torso. He
