Port Jefferson Ferry


  




   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.