Chapter 25

Paul unlocked the shed with a key, and managed to open the door a few inches. He went inside, then came back with a machete, with which he removed some of the brambles, allowing the door to be opened more easily.

The machete was replaced in the shed, messiness with tools of course was not acceptable, and he asked me to follow him in. I did, and inside was a very strange contraption. It had four wheels, connected by iron bars, with two narrow leather seats.

He took hold of another iron bar, and it appeared to be made for just that purpose for it had handles. And then he pulled the thing in two! He moved one half, one wheel in front, one in the back, seat op top, handles in front, and rolled it out of the shed. He handed me the handles, and fetched the other contraption.

Then he led me to the alley, unlocked the door and went straight to the road. As we walked, I studied the object in my hands. It was made of steel, but in true Paul fashion the connecting pipes were ornamented with copper.

The handles had leather grips, making them more comfortable to hold, and the iron handle bar was not straight, but elegantly curved, making it easy to hold. Turning the bar turned the wheel, taking a turn.

I could envision the use of the thing, but with only two wheels it would fall down, wouldn't it? By now we had reached the road, and Paul told me: 'Better watch me first. It is not difficult, but if you stand still you need to put a foot on the ground or you'll fall over.'

He threw one of his legs over the seat, the saddle, he called it. Then he gripped both the handles, sat on the saddle, with one of his feet on a metal step, attached to a large cog. It had a chain running to the hindmost wheel, and when he pushed his foot on the step, he called it a pedal, the thing moved forward.

As soon as he was in motion, he put his other foot on the mirroring pedal on the other side, and started to peddle. The thing moved forward, and at an impressive speed. He quickly peddled to the end of the street, turned the bike, and when he neared me he pushed the pedal backwards and the thing came to a halt.

Now I saw what he meant by putting a foot on the ground, for as the thing stopped, it toppled of course, but he quickly put his foot on the street and stopped the downward movement. Proudly he announced: 'Melissa, may I present to you: a bicycle.'

I was amazed, and wanted to try myself. So Paul helped me get my leg not over the saddle, 'that's how a man is supposed to do it' but in front of it. I sat on the saddle, quite comfortably I noticed, two hands on the handles, one foot on a pedal. I pushed it, the bycicle moved, and I tried to put my foot on the other pedal but missed.

Clearly Paul had expected this, for he had held on to me and caught me before I fell. I tried again, and this time it worked, I moved!

Ahead was easy, it went quite fast. I tried the brake about halfway, and it worked, I went slower but didn't fall. Now I had reached the end of the street and tried to turn, fortunately the street was quite broad, and I managed to turn the thing without falling. Back I went nice and fast, but then I saw Paul standing in front of the house already and I had to brake until I stopped.

I used the one pedal to brake, and tried to set my foot on the ground but that was not easy. I nearly fell, but Paul caught me, and I managed on the second try. I wanted to go again, and this time it went fabulously, the corner went better, and I tried making corners on the long stretch, which made it easier quickly. This was fun!

Now, Paul took his own bicycle, and we decided to go for a tiny tour, with as few corners and traffic as could be managed. There was not much traffic in our neighborhood, and the roads were reasonable, of course they would be in summer. So I managed pretty well, and soon we were riding pretty fast.

This was a great improvement on walking, as long as the roads were smooth, it would get me to work in an instant. Though some follks would find it indecent, I couldn't care less. I didn't like horses, and this was a way to move fast without trusting one's life to such a big, strong animal.

I did soon tire from the unfamiliar movement, so we soon turned and went back. We didn't talk much, I wanted to concentrate on the road and on traffic, but I think Paul could see me enjoy myself.

Soon we were back in front of the house, and I managed to stop and put my foot on the ground elegantly. I got off as well, and together we pushed the bicycles back into the shed, locked both doors behind us, and went in through the workshop.

I was flushed by the exercise and the excitement, and Paul said: 'I suppose you had a good time, you look like you did.' I replied: 'It was fabulous! Remember, I'm a city girl, I've never learned to ride a horse, and this goes pretty fast without having to trust such a large beast.

I would never have thought that possible, I can see you made them yourself, but where did you get the idea? ' He really liked to see me this enthousiastic, I could tell, and he said: 'I saw it demonstrated once, and I memorised how it was made, and decided to build one. Don't know why I built the second one, perhaps because it is more fun to do it together.'

Was there something he couldn't make with his hands? Suddenly I remembered the necklace, and I told him: 'I have another set of compliments for you, let's sit down a few moments and I'll tell you.' There was only one chair in the workshop, and he took it and offered me his lap.

So I sat on his knees as I sat on the bike, very indecently, and I before I told him anything I first put my hands in his hair and kissed him lovingly. I think that turned him on, for he got really flushed suddenly, which was what I intended of course.

Then I started the story of the little horses on my work site, with my hands on his bare chest beneath his shirt, and my legs spread over his crotch.

I told him: 'I decided to wear your necklace to work this morning, and every man I met asked me if

I knew those horses really seemed to move. Then they told me the copper colour matched my hair perfectly, and that silver or gold would not be too precious to use for such excellent artistry.

Only the contractor of the frame thought that making it out of copper was a good investment of your craftsmanship, the rest clearly thought it a waste of your effort, and he was the only one to know straight away the maker was a craftsmaster rather than a famous artist.

He is coming over to check out your 'serious' work, it might get you a few commissions. With Lukas here, you can get a lot more work done. Are you planning to make more jewelery? Everyone thought you should.'

Paul was clearly tickled by these compliments, but my ministrations were also distracting him a lot. He kissed me, and let his hands disappear under my blouse, stroking my breasts softly. He said: 'And these were the same men you work with every day?' 'Yes, imagine them suddenly giving me compliments, just because of your necklace, ' I said.

'If they had any idea what you really look like, they wouldn't have been able to work at all with you on the site, ' he said. I laughed and agreed: 'I know, that is why I hide myself so well. At least you loved me for my mind first, and discovered my body only later.'

He wrapped me in his arms, held me tightly, and feelingly said: 'When I saw how beautiful you really are, I wanted to run and hide. How could a goddess ever love an ordinary guy like me?' I retorted: 'Yes, such an ordinary guy, makes jewelry that people mistake for priceless art, builds bicycles from memory, and has enough magical power to light a city.'

He ignored my teasing and asked huskily: 'May I take you to my bedroom and let the goddess out?' I replied, hopefully just as huskily: 'I thought you'd never ask.'

We practically ran up the stairs and stormed into the bedroom, but when we were there he stopped in his tracks and held me close. Then he stroked my hair and slowly started removing pin after pin until it revealed itself in all its copper coloured splendor.

Now he wanted to brush it, and as I did have a brush in his bedroom, he caressed my head and hair with it until my scalp tingled and my hair outshone newly minted copper. Then he ran his hands through it, kissing me with increasing fervour, until he slowed down again and started on my blouse.

I buttoned his down as he did mine, and as one, we opened the other's blouse and touched what lay hid inside. I felt him shiver with passion, and felt truly awed that this talented man, with so many gifts and such incredible power, would think of me as a goddess. I pressed myself against him, wanting to smell him, to taste him.

He was behind one article of clothing, for I wore one of those fashionable corsets that didn't choke a girl into a shape she didn't have, but only held her bosom together in a cleavage worth dying for. As I bent over his chest, he released the little hooks holding it together, and it fluttered to the ground, releasing my heavy breasts against his chest.

His hands found them as he slowly stroked my whole upper body, and he gave them the attention they wanted. We kissed again, and started on skirts and pants, buttons loosened I started with his pants, and soon they revealed an erect penis, ready for some action. I took it in my mouth as far as I could, and felt him quiver, and whilst I removed his pants further, I kept slowly moving my mouth over it, each movement causing another shudder in him.

Soon, it was too much for him, and he started on my skirts, the same downward movement, with him sinking to his knees, baring my buttocks, my legs, and of course that patch of hair covering my most intimate part.

He removed the skirt first, then stopped on his way up to fondle the hairs, copper as well, to feel the soft flesh beneath, to open it a little and take a little taste, a few licks, a little suction. Now it was my turn to shiver in anticipation.

Standing again, he took his time to admire his goddess, my wealth of curves, my cream coloured skin, the little freckles here and there. He touched it all with his hands, with his mouth, and then he lifted me up and sat on the bed, placing me on his lap as I had sat in his workshop, but without the clothes separating us, straight on his erect penis.

I felt it slide in me in one smooth move, I didn't even wonder how he managed that, for my nerves thrilled right through me, causing me to cry out in surprised pleasure. I rested my knees on the edge of the bed, so he could thrust himself in me without having to move my entire body, and I moved along with him in a continuing wave of rising feelings. I was so stimulated that I soon had a high, which made his movement even better, riding that high down and up again.

Now he became positively energetic, moving on to the bed entirely and turning both of us around until he was on top of me. All the tenderness was gone now, overcome by his primeval lust, and he rode me firmly, sending shocks of pure bliss through me.

He lasted pretty long, I suppose that all-consuming mind merge had given him some exercise in dealing with extreme lust, and his furious efforts had their effect on me, for the bliss rose to an ever higher point until it could go no further, and a violent release followed. This stimulated him immensely, and his climax followed immediately.

Now he collapsed on me for the first time ever, and I relished his weight on me, I could hear him breathe hard for the first time ever after making love. Asking him to stay on top of me for a while by locking him in a tight embrace, I thoroughly enjoyed his sweaty torso, his heavy breathing, and his enticing smell.

To be honest, I could have gone another round, but then I hadn't done the primeval work. And being close was also very satisfying, so after he got off me, we snuggled up to eachother and crept under the blankets until we heard Lukas come in. Then we shared a last kiss and dressed again, I put on an easy house-dress, and took my work clothes upstairs.