Inside the lodge it was freezing cold and Javier had me light the fire while he unloaded the bike. Dancing flames lit the room when, at last, we settled next to each other on the sofa. Javier opened a brandy bottle. "To warm us from the inside," he said as he passed me a glass, and soon it was surging through our veins.
From a small box Javier took a paper and I watched as he expertly rolled a joint. So protected had been my life that this was all new and wonderfully exciting. Javier put the thin tapering tube in his lips and a matched flared in his long slender fingers. He inhaled a deep breath and held it; the blue smoke from the joint curled in to the air and filled the room with an aroma that once sensed is never forgotten. Javier had to teach me how to smoke.
"Inhale very slowly," he instructed, pressing my abdomen, and raising the joint to my lips. "Then hold it and let it seep into your lungs." My first attempt ended abruptly in a fit of violent coughing, but the second proceeded more successfully. A quiet calm embraced us. But in a few minutes the combined effect of the brandy and the marijuana made my head begin the spin and my body to shake. Javier brought a blanket to cover us, and I lay my head on his chest and I felt the heat of his body flowing into me. As he gently caressed my hair, the dizziness retreated and I fell into a doze.
How long we lay like that I do not know, hovering, suspended in time. Perhaps it was only a minute or may be it was an hour till I emerge. But now my body pulsated with life. It was if every hair on my head could feel Javier's hand stroke it, and the brush of his hand against my cheek was the caress of a thousand feathers. What exquisite pleasure when I felt his strong hand take mine and place it directly on his sex. With the alcohol and all those complex molecules now rushing through my veins, all my natural reserve disappeared as my fingers explored his shape through the cloth of his pants
From a small box Javier took a paper and I watched as he expertly rolled a joint. So protected had been my life that this was all new and wonderfully exciting. Javier put the thin tapering tube in his lips and a matched flared in his long slender fingers. He inhaled a deep breath and held it; the blue smoke from the joint curled in to the air and filled the room with an aroma that once sensed is never forgotten. Javier had to teach me how to smoke.
"Inhale very slowly," he instructed, pressing my abdomen, and raising the joint to my lips. "Then hold it and let it seep into your lungs." My first attempt ended abruptly in a fit of violent coughing, but the second proceeded more successfully. A quiet calm embraced us. But in a few minutes the combined effect of the brandy and the marijuana made my head begin the spin and my body to shake. Javier brought a blanket to cover us, and I lay my head on his chest and I felt the heat of his body flowing into me. As he gently caressed my hair, the dizziness retreated and I fell into a doze.
How long we lay like that I do not know, hovering, suspended in time. Perhaps it was only a minute or may be it was an hour till I emerge. But now my body pulsated with life. It was if every hair on my head could feel Javier's hand stroke it, and the brush of his hand against my cheek was the caress of a thousand feathers. What exquisite pleasure when I felt his strong hand take mine and place it directly on his sex. With the alcohol and all those complex molecules now rushing through my veins, all my natural reserve disappeared as my fingers explored his shape through the cloth of his pants