Crossing Borders
Peering down from my perch high upon the Ambassador Bridge, I spotted a man who appeared to be taking pictures…of me. I wiggled my fingers at him and am proven correct when he waves back. To my surprise, he brings his hand to point to himself before pointing my way.
Is he serious? He wants to climb up here with me? Who the hell is this nut?
Since it’s break time anyway and, having no way to answer him, I head back down. Carefully unhooking dual safety ropes one at a time on my trek downward, I find him in the same spot. Surprise crossed his face when I approached.
“Is there any way I can get permission to climb up to your height? I’m a photographer who would love to capture that view.”
“Not without a job here or access to a helicopter.” I detected several accents blended within his words. This man was definitely well traveled. Jerking my head as I removed my hardhat, I said, “I’m famished. Let’s eat and talk.”
Having worked my way up to supervisor level as a female in a man’s world, I was accustomed to detecting attitude from males. When he didn’t present any, I was pleasantly surprised. When he fell in step beside me, I thrust my hand out, “I’m Addie but you may hear me called a variety of things if you stick around long enough.”
At that time, someone yelled, “How’s it hanging, Fearless?”
I waved at the guy and grinned, “See what I mean?”
Shaking my hand, he said, “Hello, Addie. I’m James, a photographer who’s been called a few things as well.”
I laughed at his comical expression, implying that those things weren’t as savory as fearless. Intrigued all over again, I said, “Tell me where you’ve been and what you’ve seen. From that rich blend of accents, you’ve been around the globe.
Nodding, he said, “I’ve just made my way across America so I picked up the twang of Kentucky before being taught the lingo of Cincinnati. In between, I fled a shotgun toting mother in Colorado.”
Narrowing my eyes, I pointed out, “I detect overseas. Where’d you travel before the states rattled your mind?”
He laughed, “Europe.”
“That explains it.”
I knew my speech was fast since I’d been raised in Newfoundland so I attempted to slow it down. He asked about the various nicknames and how I’d gotten them. Shrugging, I told him, “My safety harness broke and I was left dangling for almost an hour over the Detroit River once. Before that, I climbed a couple of mountains, rode some avalanches down, and survived a parachute mishap. Now, I play with lightening for fun.”
His eyes widened, “You play with…?”
“Artificial lightening from huge coils. I wear protective gear and fight with another woman who’s also wearing gear.”
“Oh…shit.”
Laughing, I nodded, “Some people ask me if I have clean panties afterward.”
“When does this happen? I would love to photograph it…yes?”
“Not for another two months but I can get you tickets.”
Shaking his head, he told me he wouldn’t be in town then, “I roam all over. Stay too long in one spot and I get too edgy.”
I understood that, “I’m that way when I’m not climbing something. I think my brain works better under extreme stress and in thin air.”
We paused to eat so I thought about sneaking him back at night. I finally asked between bites, “Have you ever done any survey work?”
He shook his head. Shrugging, I said, “It’s not hard. You have a camera so, if someone asks, that’s what you’re doing when we climb that bridge this evening. You got me?”
He nodded, grinning as he asked, “How fearless are you? Have you ever had sex up there?”
I barked a laugh, shaking my head, “Hell no! Fearless is one thing. Having a death wish is completely different.” He must have detected that I had something on my mind because he urged, “Tell me…”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “On the way up a mountain once.”
“I take it you both peaked…yes?”
The silky texture of his voice hung in the air for a beat as I tried my best to contain my laughter. Not succeeding, it burst in a throaty giggle that gave my current desires away. He cocked an eyebrow, “Where’s the weirdest place you’ve had sex?”
“In a customs booth down the road. They asked me if I had anything to declare so I showed them my melons.”
Deep laughter rolled through the air while I wiggled my eyebrows. Glancing at my watch, I sighed, “I have to get back to work. Meet me back here around five.”
We parted ways and, to be truthful, I didn’t think he’d show again. It was closing in on five when I slowly made my way down and spotted him. Crooking a finger, I said, “Nice to see you again, James. Follow me.”
I handed him a hard hat and safety harnesses before showing him how to wear them. After ensuring we were good, I told him to keep close to me as I snapped a connecting line between us. The climb wasn’t hard and I saw he was pretty fit, admiring his rippling muscles as we progressed.
After we’d reached a height I thought was adequate, I stopped and secured us to the bridge. Hanging on with one arm, he swung his camera around and snapped shots of every angle before switching arms to twist the other way. After he’d snapped as many as he could, I said, “Now, how about the underside of the bridge?”
His gaze flew to me, “You have access…yes?”
“I’m all over this beast.”
A grin split his face, “Let’s go.”
Once we’d made it to the ground, I said, “We can’t easily access what’s over the water but a large part is over land. We even have wildlife that are tagged which live underneath. We can take a lift up if you’d like to see that but we’ll need a car and some different equipment for the other.”
As we drove, I pointed out several places where owls roost and said, “The police have had to remove several drunken people who tried to climb the pillars in order to feed them.”
“Would they remove us if we climbed them?”
Grinning, I shook my head, “I know people on the force.” Accessing my phone, I quickly let my friend know that we were surveying for passenger safety so we’d be scaling a certain pillar, “We might be moving around a bit underneath so keep the general public from stealing my car and following us, okay?”
Hanging up, I nodded, “We’re good.”
“You most certainly are.”
Pulling up to the pillar in question, I grinned at his wide eyes, “Looks a lot smaller far away, doesn’t it?”
“How wide are those ledges?”
“We’ll be latched on. What did you have in mind?”
Husky laughter answered my question. Even though we hadn’t even touched yet, I’d had visions of getting fucked by him ever since admitting my border crossing declarations. I pointed to an automatic lift beside the pillar, “I think we’d be more comfortable using that, don’t you?”
“Oh…most definitely.”
Transferring the gear to the lift, we settled into the small area which was big enough for about three people before I hit the switch. We rose to the underside of the bridge as he snapped more shots at all angles. Free to move around without having to hang on, I suspected he got a beautiful image of the skyline at night.
Once I stopped it, we stripped down. To my delight, his cock sported beads and a cock ring. His mouth hung slack when his eyes fell to my breasts. Being a firm size-D, the constant exercise kept them in spectacular shape. I squeezed them together and rubbed the nipples along his chest.
“We must put some dew between those mountains…yes?”
“You go right ahead and bore a tunnel between them.”
Dimples appeared as he thrust his cock into my cleavage. I kept it nice and tight, adding moisture from my mouth to his tip so he could transfer it along the route. By the time my cleavage was nice and lubed, I could feel the dampness between my legs brewing as well from his finger twisting my nipples.
He appeared able to do that all day but I needed to feel that length of steel rubbing my clit. With my breasts swinging over his face, I straddled him and worked my hips for maximum pleasure. Gliding slit and pearl along those beads, I emitted a breathless, “Ah…shit!”
Glazing him with my slickness, the lightest of touch against his hot length set my climax roaring through me. As my arms collapsed and I fell on his chest, I couldn’t help thinking, Why can’t they make a dildo that flexes like that?
He immediately shifted, trapping me against the side of the little cart as he slid inside. I throbbed the entire length of him. Already sensitive, I bit back a howl of sheer ecstasy as he pulled slowly back. Right away, I knew this was going to be liquid hot sex. My mind flew to how I’d lure him back to my place to fuck all night before every thought shattered when he plunged deep inside.
Fighting the lethargy threatening to overtake me was no use. I could only gasp and pant, riding the waves like a lost ship at sea, as he pistoned into me. I normally wasn’t wrecked like this unless heavy petting or a full-blown seduction happened first. Ignorant of the wire frame biting into my back, my mouth gaped when he tweaked my nipples at the same time his cock raked sweet spots.
My glazed eyes flew to his heated gaze a split-second before he breathed, “Damn, you’re pussy’s sensitive.”
His silky tone combined with blended accents sent goose bumps over my flesh and launched me into a queefing frenzy. My body reversed motion, going from lethargy into a wild twist, as my climax amplified. Curling his hips on a final deep thrust as his cock jerked, he cursed as I bit him to keep from screaming in bliss.
I still wanted him to continue so bad that I couldn’t quit moving my hips. Throwing caution to the wind, I said, “Come home and fuck me all night…pleeaase!”
“I was planning on heading over the border and haven’t gotten a room yet so…okay.”
Grinning with relief, I kissed him with a world of passion. When I broke it, he stared at me for a minute before saying, “I thought I was insatiable.”
“Only when hot sex is involved and you just set my puss on fire!”
He slapped my ass while grinning, pulled out and cocked an eyebrow when I said, “Involve more ass-slapping and I might just spontaneously combust.”
At our high perch, neither one of us knew that a police cruiser was slowly moving past until its strobes threw a red and blue blip of light across the pillar. We hastily pulled on clothing, grinning as we gathered our things. I nudged him and told him to point his camera at the underside to make it look like we were working.
When we made it to ground level, we hurried back to my vehicle so I could drive him back to his car. He followed me across the border without mishap and over the long bridge before I led him to my humble apartment in Windsor. When we entered, I winced, “Excuse the mess. I just moved here and have little time to unpack and practically no storage.”
“A bit of clutter never hurt anyone.”
We ordered pizza and talked about our journeys while eating. I asked if he wanted to join me in my shower, “It’s a bit cramped but nothing we can’t overcome.”
“Lead the way.”
Pressed up against him, I was glad for once that there was a glass shower door verses a curtain or I’d have toppled onto the floor. When his gaze barely left my breast and his hands wouldn’t stop squeezing my ass, I grinned, “You are definitely a tits and ass man, aren’t you?”
“Who wouldn’t be around your splendor?”
His mustache twitched with amusement when I laughed before he lifted a nipple to rake across his lips. My back arched, placing my shoulders to the glass door. Realizing there was going to be no activity here, we quickly washed and rinsed before leaving the bathroom.
His arm curled around my slender waist as we entered my bedroom, “So you like crossing borders, huh?”
My eyebrows flew up, “Depends on which borders you want to cross.”
Grinning, he pointed at the whip which was solely for decoration. Shaking my head, I told him, “Your hand is just fine. Now bring that jeweled dick over here.”
Cocking an eyebrow at me, he said, “What if don’t?”
“Then I’ll chase you down and might use that whip on you.”
Laughing at the mere thought, he pulled me to him and showed me all over again that he could easily wreck my mind and body. This time, we rolled off the bed and almost toppled half my bedroom. Almost two hours later, we cleaned up and sprawled exhausted across the bed.
Neither of us had the energy to cuddle but I awoke the next morning with him curled around me. Spying the time, I shrieked and slapped at his arm. I was almost late for work. He stared at me for a moment, apparently gathering his wits, and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Work. I can’t be late!”
Nodding, he pulled himself from the bed and began to dress as well, “I’ll leave my e-mail address with you. Send me a message and I’ll send you some of the photos…yes?”
“Okay, okay. Wait…you’re not staying?”
Shaking his head, he said, “I’ll keep in touch but I have to go. Where are you from that you speak so damn fast?”
“I’m a Newfie girl.”
“They create some luscious girls in Newfie…yes?”
“Oh no. I’m it. There are no others.”
He laughed at my playful sarcasm and said, “I guess I’ll head that way”
I could tell he was antsy to get back behind his camera so I nodded, “Okay. Give me a kiss and then I have to leave.”
His kiss reminded me all over again that I needed to have sex with men like him more often. The stretch before him had lasted too long. As an afterthought, I tossed him the whip which was hanging on my wall, “In case you run into someone that will cross those borders.”
Grinning, he thanked me and gave me one last kiss before swinging behind the wheel of his car. That night when I arrived back home, I sent him a message and got a response right away. The photo he’d attached was of the skyline of Detroit. I’d had no idea that he’d caught an image of me with my hair blowing while grinning toward the view. Another one was of twin puffy clouds that I laughed over until tears rolled down my face. They resembled my size-D breasts and he’d written a one word description: Heavenly!
~~ The End ~~
