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A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: portjeff.txt
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Port Jefferson Ferry

Written by Spangles Muldoon
spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com
 
 
	It all started because I got lost in New York City. I
was riding north, intending  to head out across
Connecticut to Rhode Island, then north across
Massachusetts  and on to Maine. Somehow, I got side
tracked in New York City and by the time  I found out
I had gone the wrong way, I was mid way out on Long
Island. I stopped  for gas and to look at the map and
access my situation. I didn't have many choices.

	I could back track to New York City and try again,
which did not seem like  much of a solution. There was
a ferry that went to Connecticut further out Long 
Island at Port Jefferson, and one even further out
than that crossed the sound  as well. I had no idea
what the ferry schedule was or how much it cost, but 
I thought that might be my best option. If I got there
after the last ferry  had gone, I would overnight in
Port Jefferson and go on in the morning. I headed  for
Port Jefferson. It was better than crossing New York
City again.

	The town of Port Jefferson itself wasn't bad. It was
not really what I expected  to find in New York. I
made my way through tree lined streets, following the 
signs for the ferry. When I got to the dock side, I
learned that I had over 
 an hour to kill before the ferry came. I parked the
bike in the motorcycle waiting  area, paid my ferry
passage, and began to look around the shops.  After a
while, I got a Coke and went to the bike to plot out
the rest of my 
 days ride. This little side trip and ferry ride had
cost me a lot of time, and  I had to make a new plan.
I had been back at the bike only a minute or so when 
I heard another motorcycle.

	I heard it long before I saw it, as did everyone else
in the immediate vicinity.  It was an old Yamaha 650
Midnight Special with a guy and a girl on it. They 
pulled up and parked next to my heavy cruiser. The
bike was a true rat bike.  It was held together with
bailing wire, duct tape, tie wraps, hope, and little 
more. It smoked and rattled and was generally
disreputable. The seat was torn  and there was no
fairing of any sort. The muffler had long since bought
it. 
 It had Maine plates.

	The driver was a very good match for the bike. He
looked as bad as the bike  did. The passenger, though,
was a different story. She was really pretty and 
exceptionally well built. Even though she was really
disheveled from the ride,  she still had beauty. She
was obviously very mad at the guy, and was not at  all
happy to be there with him. They walked over near a
pole some distance away,  and she apparently was
giving him hell for some reason. Occasionally, she got
 loud enough that I could make out a few words, and
they were choice curse words.  I never could determine
what the problem was. After several minutes of this, 
the guy went to pay the ferry toll, and when he came
back, the girl went onto  the ferry as a pedestrian.
The guy stayed near the bike until they called for 
the motorcycles to load, then he got on his rat bike,
fired it up, and rode  it on to the ferry. I followed
him, far enough back so that his smoke cleared  before
I rode through it. I ended up parking next to him on
the ferry. The girl  was no place to be seen.

	I saw them both during the ferry ride, but never
together. She never got closer  than across the room
from him. I stayed in the enclosed part of the ferry,
and  drank coffee most of the trip. As the ferry came
into Stratford, I went below  to check on the bike and
get it ready to go. The biker dude was already there 
when I got there. The girl wasn't. As soon as the
ferry docked and they got 
 the ramp open, the guy got his bike started and rode
down the ramp. I figured  she would be going down the
passenger ramp and that he would stop and wait for 
her when he got the bike off. I started my bike and
rode down the ramp myself,  still keeping an eye on
him. He didn't stop. Fact is, I saw him head out onto 
the street and make a turn at the stop light on to a
main road. What an asshole.  I started to get on the
street myself and head out, but decided not to. I
turned  around and went back to the ferry, parking by
the passenger ramp. Passengers  were still getting off
the ferry.

	I was wondering if I had done the right thing. After
all, this was really none  of my business, and it
might not even be at all what it looked like. She may
have  had other travel arrangements from the ferry.
The more I thought about it, the more I thought I
should be on my way and stay out of this. I turned the
key on the bike, and  was getting ready to hit the
starter button when I saw her start down the auto 
ramp. I knew then that she had gone to the auto bay
and found him already gone.  She was definitely not
happy. I knew that indeed he had left her stranded,
and that she was in dire need of a gentleman. I got
off the bike and walked toward her. When I got close
enough, I spoke.

	"Look," I said, "I know this is none of my business,
but I noticed you arguing  earlier, and when I saw
your ride leave without you, well, I just couldn't
leave  a lady stranded." "He left?!?!" she said, "You
mean he left me here?!?!" "Looks like,"  I replied. "I
saw him get on the main road heading East." "What a
JERK," she  said, "What a fuckin' JERK!" "I'd be glad
to help you anyway I can. Can I give  you a ride
someplace?" I asked.

	She looked around the area, I guess still looking for
her ride, not fully believeing  that he had actually
left her stranded there. I could see tears welling up
in  her eyes, and was unsure if they were from hurt or
from anger, or from a combination  of both. She looked
back at me and said "Where are you headed?" "No place
in  particular," I responded, "I'm just out riding for
the weekend. I had planned  on riding as far as Boston
tonight, then on into Maine tomorrow." "Well," she 
relplied, "it looks like I could use a ride. I hate to
ask, but I live in Portland, and I seem to have been
abandoned. Could you possibly take me there?" "Sure,"
I responded, "I was planning on going through there
tomorrow anyway." "I'll pay you for the gas." she
said, then after a brief pause, she continued "Shit.
Shit! I can't! All my stuff is in Dan's backapck!"
Then she started to cry in earnest.

	I told her not to worry about it, and that I was
heading that way, anyway.  She began to calm down
some, but she was still very  obviously angry and
hurt. I got the  spare helmet out of the trunk and
handed it to her. I briefed her on how to  use the
intercom and stereo system on the bike, and we took
off towards Boston.  She didn't say much during the
ride, just sat on the back listening to music. I could
tell almost immediately that she was an experienced
rider. It was almost like not having anyone back there
at all. Well, except for her breasts brushing across
my back from time to time.

	By the time we got to Boston, I was very tired, as I
had been riding all day. She  seemed to be tired as
well, although riding on my big bike had to be a lot
nicer  than riding on the rat bike. I didn't know how
many miles she had done on the  rat bike that day, but
it wouldn't take much to wear a person out. It had
been a long, hard day and I was too tired to continue.
I pulled into a cheap motel in a suburb of Boston, and
we both got off the bike. "Look," I said, "I would
like to get you your own room, but I really can't
afford it. There is a camp ground across the road, and
I have a tent and a sleeping bag if you want to use
them. I'll cover the campground fee for you and help
you set things up, and you can take a shower in my
motel room. Then we can press on in the morning."
"That would be fine," she said, seemingly relieved
that I wasn't going to just dump her beside the road.
"I'll also get dinner for us if you don't mind burgers
and fries." I told her. "That would be fine," she
replied, "Beggars can't be choosers."

	At this point in the game, I was still just doing
what a gentleman would do. I had no real designs on
taking things any further than just helping out a lady
in distress. Still, she was not bad looking, although
admittedly, I hadn't had the opportunity to look at
her at length or in any detail. I saw her mainly from
a distance at the ferry, and had only spoken to her
face to face for a few minutes. She had been riding
with me for a couple of hours, but she had been behind
me with a helmet on.

	I got a room at the motel and got a camping space at
the camp ground for her. She tried to help me set up
the tent, but she really wasn't very mechanically
inclined, so I did most of the work. I helped her lay
out the sleeping bag and showed her how to work the
camp light I had. Once all that was set up, we went to
the motel room across the road. I told her to go ahead
and take a shower while I went to get some burgers. It
took me a while to find a place that was open and for
them to make the food, and I stopped off at a store to
get some cokes instead of trying to carry fountain
drinks back on the bike.

	When I got back to the room, she was out of the
shower and was fully dressed. Her hair was still wet
and wrapped in a towel. This motel was not nice enough
to have a blow dryer in it. She was sitting in one of
the two chairs near a small table watching Seinfeld. I
put the food on the table between us, and we ate and
made small talk while watching T.V..

	Tired as I was, I thought more and more about this. I
decided that by all rights, I should take the tent and
let her have the room. There was only one queen size
bed in it, and I figured I could spend one more night
in the tent. I had been tent camping for the past
several days, and had spent the last night in a motel
where I had showered and gotten a good nights rest.
She really needed the room more than I did. After all,
that is what a knight in shining armor would do.

	When we had finished eating, I got up and told her
that I was going to the campground, and that she
should take the room. She protested, saying that she
would be fine in the tent, and that the tent was far
more than she would have had if I hadn't been there to
rescue her. Despite her protests, I took my things and
went across the street to the campground. I was
undressed, in the sleeping bag, and sound asleep in no
time.

	Sometime in the early morning hours, it began to
rain. gently at first, then harder and faster. When it
first started, the rumble of the thunder woke me up,
but I want right back to sleep. The tent was
watertight, and the sleeping bag was warm. I had
camped on nights that were a lot worse than this one.

	The rain had rally started to come down hard, and it
had been that way for several minutes when I heard the
zipper on the tent. I looked toward the entrance, and
watched the zipper make its way around the opening. As
soon as there was enough room in the opening, she
ducked inside, then turned and zipped the flap shut
again. "Sorry for the unannounced interruption," she
said, "but I couldn't figure out how to knock on the
door of a tent."

	She was fully dressed, and of course, fully soaked.
She looked pretty bedraggled, having made the almost a
block run from the motel to the tent in a pouring
rain. "That's okay," I said. "you are welcome to drop
in anytime." "Look," she said, "its pouring rain
outside, and its cold. I'm the guest here. You take
the room. I'll stay here." "I appreciate the offer," I
said, "but I really can't do that. Anyway, you are the
one that is cold and wet. I'm doing fine." I had
noticed that she was beginning to shiver some, and I
was trying to think of a solution. I really didn't
have one that I thought she would approve of. After
all, I was nude in the sleeping bag. "Go on back to
the room." I told her, "I'll be fine." "Sure?" she
said. "Sure." I replied, "Go back to the room. Let me
be a Knight in Shining Armor."

	She turned back the the tent flap and started to
reach for the zipper, and at the same instant, the
storm intensified. I could tell from the sound that we
were now getting some hail mixed in. She heard it,
too. She turned back to face me. "Looks like I'd
better wait it out." she said. I knew she was right.
Still, she was soaking wet and shivering even more
now. "Look," I said, "I don't want to appear forward
here, but why don't you get in the sleeping bag with
me? You are wet and shivering, and you are going to
get sick. Let me warn you, though, I am nude in here.
I promise not to do anything, though." She thought for
a moment, then said "But if I get in there with you in
these wet clothes, you will be wet and cold, too. That
wouldn't be right." She started unbuttoning her shirt.

	I watched with great interest as she stripped,
although I couldn't see as well as I would have liked
to in the semi-darkness of the tent. She stood naked
in the tent, looking at me. "Well?" she said "are you
going to unzip that bag and let me in?" I didn't
respond, but unzipped tha bag and flipped the top
cover back enough for her to get in. She slid in
beside me, and refastened the bag. She was as cold and
wet as an icicle.

	I was determined not to make a move with her. She
stayed motionless, as did I, until we had both
regained enough warmth to get our circulation going
again. Once we were both comfortable, she repostioned
herself slightly, placing her bare breasts against me.
I wanted to move away from here, but in the tight
quarters, there was no place to go. It wasn't until I
felt her hand moving around my groin that I commented
"You don't have to do that." I said. "You don't owe me
anything." "Yes I do," she replied, "I owe you a lot.
If it hadn't been for you, I would still be stranded
at the ferry, and probably in this storm as well. You
asked me to let you be the Knight in Shining
Armor....okay....now you let me be the Damsel in
Distress. Knights should be rewarded by the Damsels
they rescue. It's only fair. Besides, I need a little
activity to warm me up."

	I could have protested more, but there was really no
point. She already had me as hard as a rock, and I
could tell by the hard nipples poking me in the chest
that she was excited as well. I moved my hand to her
groin and tried to do some feeling of my own. She
parted her legs slightly to give me access, but she
wasn't able to make much room for me. Still, it was
enough for me to get my hand between her legs and my
fingers along her slit. She continued to stroke me
gently, and I felt around for her clit. She stiffened
noticeably and moaned when I found it. I massaged it
gently, at the same time trying to work a finger
inside her. The sleeping bag was just too confined to
make this easy.

	The storm continued outside, and I used my other hand
to massage her nipples as best I could in the confines
of the sleeping bag. I wanted this to go a lot
further. I NEEDED this to go a lot further. She did
too. I reached behind her and unzipped the sleeping
bag. I was more than willing to trade warmth for more
access to her at this point, and she seemed to have
similar thoughts.

	Now that we had more room, things intensified between
us. She was able to use her hand to stroke my hard
dick full length. I opened her legs even further, and
was soon using two fingers to stroke in and out of her
while using my other hand to concentrate on massaging
her clit. Her breathing was very eratic and labored,
and I knew that what I was doing was right. I moved
closer to her and kissed her for the first time, and
the response was electric. When the kiss was finished,
she pushed me away slightly and rolled onto her back,
opening her legs wider than I thought was humanly
possible. "Take me." was all she said.

	I moved into position on top of her, and my dick fell
into exactly the right position at her entrance. I
pushed forward gently and slid into her full length on
the first stroke. She was extremely hot, almost
uncomfortably so. She was tight and wet, and I stayed
bottomed out inside her for a moment, just enjoying
the sensation. It wasn't enough for her, though, as
she began bucking against me, trying to get me to fuck
her. I withdrew my dick from her, then dropped my full
weight back on her, again driving into her full
length. I pulled almost completely out of her again,
then paused for a moment. She scissorred her legs
around my back and pulled me fully back inside her.
Her continued humping against me made the message very
clear. I began to fuck her, and she worked at matching
me stroke for stroke. She was like an iron fist in a
velvet glove. Tight, yet velvety feeling. She was a
very active lover, and seemed to be working very hard
at ensuring that I was pleased.

	Pressure was building inside me already, and I
wondered about birth control. She had made no mention
of it, and it really wasn't my problem anyway, so I
decided to let her actions be my guide. She hadn't
seemed to be concerned about it, so I wasn't going to
be either.  I began to pound into her harder and
faster, and my strokes got much shorter. She knew that
I was close to coming, and intensifed her own
movements. I was determined to hold back as long as I
could, and she was determined to make me come. It
should be no surprise that she won.

	My sperm blasted inside her, a huge shot at first,
followed by a half dozen more, each with lesser
intensity. When I had finished, she kept her legs
around me, holding me buried deep inside her. I was
too drained to move anyway. When she released me, I
rolled over beside her. "That was intense." she said,
"Let's do it again."

	I made love to her once more that night, and once
again in the morning when we woke up. Each time was as
intense as the first. We packed up everything and
headed off toward Portland. It was late afternoon when
we pulled up in front of her apartment in Portland.
"Come in in," she said, "and have a sandwich and
something to drink. Oh, yeah....and one more for the
road." It was an offer I wasn't going to refuse.

	I ended up spending the night with her in her
apartment, and didn't leave until almost noon the next
day. It was out first time together in a bed, and in a
shower, and on a couch, and in the kitchen...well, you
get the picture.

	I never knew what happened to the guy on the rat
bike, but I did know that he had lost something very
special and very talented. His loss. My gain. Well,
sort of. It would have been my gain had I been able to
take her with me, or if I had been able to stay there
with her. I guess it was my gain for a couple of days
anyway, and that was worth a lot. Needless to say, I
am always on the lookout for Damsels in Distress these
days.

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