There was a time when I worked for the California Conservation Corps (CCC) a few years ago, before my children were born.
I lived in a work camp; and was payed on a monthly government stipend.
“Hard work, low pay, poor conditions.” I believe was and is their motto.
(At the time, I was running YouTube subliminals. I can only imagine having run SC subs then.) Edit that if necessary, RV.
There was a woman that I met there. The same age as me, 20 days my senior. She was not classically beautiful. Indeed, from looking at her on the outside, in another place she might not have even caught my attention.
But she had a beautiful spirit about her.
She stuck to herself, walked everywhere with her hands in her pockets and had a certain pursed lip expression.
“Don’t mess with me and I won’t mess with you.”
She was quite literally stronger than just about every single man there, including me when I started. She could hoist a boulder over her shoulder and walk it up a hill and repeat this, over and over where most of us had an issue with just lifting the damned thing.
She had my interest when I heard and witnessed this, to be sure.
So, one day, I was smoking a cigarette in our designated smoking area which was in the parking lot - the camp was on an old Highway up in the mountains, beautiful country - and I noticed her walking into the parking lot where I was. I hadn’t spoken to her previously, beyond ‘hellos’ and ‘how do you do’s’.
The vision I saw was beautiful; she was like a woman of the wild, embracing her feminine nature when she thought no one was there. She came up the pathway up to the wrought iron fence, flanked by flowers, bathed in a lovely summer’s light when the sun had just reached its apex in the sky, and was beginning her descent.
Without thinking about it, I called to her and said, “That is one of the most lovely pictures I have ever seen in my days. How ARE you girl?”
She jumped out of her skin - adorable - and stammered a response. Instantly, barriers came back up.
Color me intrigued.
I asked her where she was headed, she said she was going down the hill to kill some time. I asked if she would care for company and I saw tension leave her somewhat and she says, “Sure! Can you drive?”
As I mentioned in a post previously…
We got to know one another at a waterfall in the area. The sexual tension was there and I was in no hurry to relieve it. We started hanging out more and more, much to the jealousy of lots of the girls who also worked there.
We began being intimate perhaps a week or two into getting to know one another.
To share one of them, I had taken her to an abandoned campground last night and as was our custom, we went into the back of her Ford Ranger with a hardshell camper.
I was fingering her very, very hard to the point where she literally screamed “Oh my God!”
The way she said it turned me on and I intuitively knew that the God part was different than what others might use it for.
As soon as she said that, I got my ninji involved and took the place of where my fingers had been and REALLY began laying into her. I was honestly seeing if I could make her make me stop, but she was a soldier. After bug eyes and many incomprehensible things being said, she suddenly shifted - in her eyes - and looked me in the eyes and gasped, “What do you want?”
That puzzled me enough to stop.
I let her recover while I ran outside for a second to get the primal under control and came back to ask her what she meant by that?
She said, “When I said ‘oh my god’ I was talking to you about you. You were my god. You were god to me in that moment.”
“When I asked you what you wanted, I was willing to do anything for you. Give you anything. I felt everything about you and wanted to reward you for who you are, no matter what it was.”
Since then, I don’t take a woman’s adoration for granted nor do I seek to dishonor that bond, connection that I develop with select ones quickly.
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