Well, I'm back. Been a hard few weeks, and I missed both writing and the affirmation of getting reviews. Now I have to cram all my Christmas shopping into 4 days. Turns out trying to save the world doesn't leave a lot of time for going to the mall. Or leaving the house. Or getting dressed. Or eating.

Recap: At the zoo Ranger sees a jaguar, and has a memory of a time he and Lester met one in the Colombian jungle. He also remembers previous sexual encounters that he had near Lester, as they watched each others backs while in Special Forces. It's possible that may be important later. :)

Ranger

As expected she had cooed over the animals in the small mammal house. I stood just behind her, wrapping my arms around her stomach and holding my cheek next to hers. Watching her turn and smile at me felt so intimate. "You know I'd do anything for you Babe, right?"

"Anything?" She grinned devilishly. I might regret that statement soon. But then she wiggled her butt against my crotch and I decided whatever it was, it would be worth it.

Steph somehow managed to convince me to buy a tshirt with the jaguar on it. She even got me to wear it. "Babe, this isn't exactly my style."

"Sure it is. It's black. Mostly."

"It has a picture of a cat on it."

"Yes. A dark and sexy cat. Sleek and muscled." She ran her hands along my biceps and I felt my skin tingle.

"Playing with fire, Babe."

She grinned at me. "You know I'm likely to wear it at some point when I'm sleeping. I thought you liked it when I wore your clothes."

That was very true. "When you do, I'll make sure to pet the kitty."

The last stop we made was the monkey house. I stood in the back watching them scurry around. There was one that kept throwing his feces at the other monkeys. He reminded me a little of Santos. I glanced at my watch. We should leave now if we wanted enough time to get ready. "Ready to go babe?"

She looked at me with those big baby blues. "Can we stay a little longer, the monkeys are so cute." I kissed her, long and deep. I put my hand into her hair. "We can watch these normal monkeys a little while longer if you want, but we don't want to be late for our date with the flying ones."

Stephanie

With my desire to fly, vivid imagination, and desperate need to break away from the ordinary, it's no wonder I love The Wizard of Oz. And it happened to be playing at the Walnut Street Theatre. I let out a squeal of delight and squeezed Ranger tight. I drew back and looked in his eyes. What I saw wasn't lust, his eyes didn't darken. It was adoration, caring, and dare I say it…..Love? Shit. I mean, I know he loves me. I know I love him. But we hadn't said it yet. Not without qualifications, an "in my own way", or "my love doesn't come with a ring, but a condom might come in handy".

Ranger wasn't an emotionally expressive guy. He's the type of guy who will show you he loves you by being there whenever you need him, or insisting you take steps to ensure your own safety, or giving you gifts and not getting upset when you get them smashed under a garbage truck. Or walking into an apartment with an armed man, knowing he was likely to get shot, in order to protect you. What were words to that?

So maybe he wouldn't say the words. But the look in his eyes...that told me what I needed to know. "Ok, flying monkeys beat out the non-flying ones any day of the week. Lead on, oh Great Wizard!"

We drove to the condo Ranger had rented for the weekend. It rained for a few minutes after we'd gotten into the car, showing once again Ranger's incredible luck. We didn't get a drop on us, but if we'd stayed at the zoo a few more minutes we would have gotten soaked on our way to the car. On the upside, the quick downpour left us with a blazing rainbow in the sky, something I took as a sign. I'm not sure what it was a sign of, but a sign nonetheless.

The condo was in the Philadelphian, a large building overlooking the Art Museum and the oval where we would be guarding the President in a little over a week. The place wasn't big, but the view was spectacular. Both the Museum and the busy Ben Franklin Parkway stretched out before us. There was a semi-circular couch in the middle of the room, facing the long window that spanned the entire condo. I could totally see myself curling up on that couch with a hot chocolate and watching the world go by. I tossed my bag on the couch and went to go take a shower while Ranger whipped up a light meal in the kitchen. He might have no idea how to eat real food like meatball subs and TastyKakes, but at least his cooking was usually palatable.

I came out wearing nothing but a towel. Ranger was finishing up making some grilled chicken, and had just put them onto a plate when I walked into the combination kitchen/livingroom. I threw him a quick smile, then bent over the back of the couch to open up the suitcase I had left there. I heard a clamor and a splash behind me, and turned my head to see Ranger had dropped a cup of water and was staring at me. The plastic was bouncing around, be he didn't seem to notice. His eyes were locked onto me, and I realized that bending over the back of the couch had made my towel lift up. In a moment he was behind me, gently kissing every vertebrae along my back. I moaned as his fingers gently stroked me and I could feel his erection pressing into my butt.

He hooked a finger under the towel and pulled it away, leaving me bare and damp. And I wasn't just damp because of the shower, or because of his hands on my nipples. The window shades were open and it was still daylight. Below us were hundreds of cars passing by. There were people walking up and down the famous "Rocky" steps to the museum, and in the park in front of it. We were 10 stories up, there was no way they could see us, but it still felt very public. And I found that it turned me on.

I wiggled my butt and pressed it against him, and he moaned as loudly as I had a moment before. "You're killing me Babe." he whispered in my ear, then he looked down at my partially open suitcase. Mostly what was visible was clothing, but he pulled out a box I'd gotten at Spencer's. It was a small vibrator, the kind that went inside you and pressed against your clit at the same time. I generally used my shower massager, but this had been so cute, and it had a little butterfly on it, so i couldn't resist.

He opened the box with one hand, and I heard his zipper open with the other. "I'm glad to see you're expanding your horizons. Do you want to go back to the bedroom?" I could feel his cock sliding between my legs, brushing against me and getting slick with my juices. And I realized I didn't want to go back into the bedroom. Not just because that would mean there were several seconds when he wasn't touching me, but because I was getting really turned on by the idea of him fucking me over the back of a couch while I could see other people. Seems I'm an exibitionioust. Who knew?

Ranger

I had turned around from the kitchen to see Steph leaning over the couch, her pussy glistening from the shower. In the background I heard a noise, but I didn't really care. I just wanted to touch her. I was behind her in three long strides, and started to kiss her back, stripping her towel away from her. There was so much soft skin before me, and I wanted to have it all, to touch it all, to possess her. She pushed against me and I almost came right there. "You're killing me Babe." I said, pulling a condom out of one of the many pockets in my cargo pants. I was about to open my zipper when I noticed the small vibrator in the suitcase. I pulled it out, and opened the package.

"I'm glad to see you're expanding your horizons. Do you want to go back to the bedroom?" I asked, really not wanting to wait to try out this fun new toy. She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head slightly.

"I want you, right here. Now."

I moaned as she ground into me, my dick rubbing between her wet thighs. I wrapped my left hand around her torso, playing with a nipple. With my right I turned on the vibrator and held it against her clit, the vibrations grazing the head of my cock as I slid against her. As her folds opened up I pushed into her, rubbing the vibrating head of the purple object in my hand against her clit. She was quivering with sensation, and I moved my arm to her waist to help hold her up. She put her hands on the back of the sofa and pushed against me, driving me all the way in her in one stroke. At this angle I went deeper than usual, and I was balls-deep inside her. I held still and held my breath for a moment, reveling in the sensation. I wanted to climb completely inside her, to be enveloped by her. But she started rocking back and forth, and I started thrusting again to her rhythm.

I could tell she was looking out the window from the angle of her head, staring out at the world through the huge panes of glass. "Enjoying the view Babe?"

She said something that may have had some meaning when it formed in her brain, but came out as gibberish. I got the gist though. This exibitionism streak was interesting. I might have more fun with that later. Her breath sped up in a way I recognized as her prelude to orgasm. I ground the vibrator harder against her clit, the vibrations traveling through her pubic bone and into me. She gasped and let out a scream, then fell against the couch. I let go and gave three more thrusts, then came myself, trying not to land too hard on her back as we slumped together. Her legs spasmed slightly in her orgasm's afteshocks, and I gently kissed her neck. "So, did you enjoy your trip over the rainbow?" See, I was making stupid jokes again. What this woman did to me.

"I did, but I don't see the point of going off to see the Wizard now, pretty sure he's buried inside me."

"Always happy to please, Babe."