Two Baggage of Sugar – An Erotic Story

When Lois first unlatched the locked home windows of the Lake Agnes Tea Home, she stood there quietly to bask within the pure magnificence. She felt the chilly mountain breeze rush towards her face, encircle her neck, and blow again her blond hair. The air was as recent and crisp because it had been yearly that she opened the seasonal tea home. And the view was as wonderful because it ever had been. Sheer rock faces spiked with slim pine bushes. Placid waters of the nice lake. White clouds passing alongside the blue brightness of the skies and sliced by the sharp mountain peaks as they moved ever ahead.
In Could, the climate lastly had begun to heat, albeit progressively. The times had brightened after wintry months within the heights of the Rocky Mountains in Alberta, Canada. The tea home all the time locked its home windows and closed its doorways in October when the northern winds started their annual harsh rush southward between the mountain peaks, adopted quickly by mounds and piles of snow.
Now although was the time to reopen for the summer time season. This is able to be Lois’s residence for the subsequent few months. She had trekked the 5 miles from Lake Louise, increased into the mountains to Lake Agnes. She hauled a couple of light-weight provides on her again, not many although. She had assist. It could be arriving quickly. Higher nonetheless, it was, for Lois, a time for one thing extra. It was her annual assembly.
Inside the home, Lois began a hearth within the rough-hewn stone hearth, took the chairs off the desk tops, and evenly dusted the knickknacks. She reviewed the person packing containers of assorted varieties of teas. Flavorful loose-leaf teas from the world over—India, England, Brazil and Japan—black and inexperienced specialties, and natural teas.
Mid-day, she stopped sweeping the ground when she heard the helicopter rotor blades’ regular thwop bouncing between the rock faces and mountain partitions. The big transport helicopter was making its yearly drop-off of seasonal items and merchandise—flour, spices, and sugar. This is able to be the primary drop with three extra earlier than sundown.
Lois was excited to see the olive drab Zeus Transport. She knew Joseph was aboard the enormous helicopter.
Joseph arrived in Could, each Could. The person can be on the tea home for a day earlier than disappearing till the next 12 months.
The 2 had met a decade in the past when Lois first took over the duties of opening the tea home from its lengthy, winter break. Joseph turned out to be a mild man, calm but hardcore. She observed his forehead was heavy and his eyes had been darkish. He was centered on his process, as if delinquent. Watching him unloaded the provides from the big wood crate, he gave the impression to be struggling to stability navy fight realities and a peaceable civilian life. He had highly effective, stern actions that intrigued Lois. Nonetheless, she then would lose him for an additional 12 months.
Sooner or later although his face cracked a smile.
That day was eight years in the past. A wet day in Could. Soaked from the chilly, pelting rain, he had simply hauled within the final two 50-pound luggage of sugar on his shoulders. He stepped throughout the brink and out of the blue slipped on the moist ground. The tiny grains scattered in every single place over the ground. He was flat on his again, and the luggage—a lot lighter after the spill—had pinned his shoulders to the ground. Lois, afterward, all the time mentioned Joseph was held down by sweetness.
When he fell, Lois rushed to see if he was all proper. Considerations a few strained again and a concussion frightened her. How was she to get him assist? It was miles away and the helicopter had lifted off a number of hours earlier than.
She knelt subsequent to him.
“Are you okay? Can you progress?” She patted his wrist.
He didn’t reply aloud. He didn’t transfer. His face was in a wince, lips pursed tight, chin scrunched. She checked out him intently, making an attempt to be taught from his eyes how a lot ache he was really in. It was unclear to her. He heaved in a number of deep breaths and groaned. However quickly his face finally twisted into amusing. His eyebrows eased.
She exhaled and let her shoulders stoop in aid. Whereas nonetheless kneeling over him, he palmed the again of her neck and pulled her to him. He met her lips together with his.
His lips had been mushy and plush, reverse of such a hardened, hardcore man. Their ardour grew within the surprising depth. He gripped her face tighter and her head more durable together with his calloused arms. The 2 had been caught up in a swoon till they needed to break free to breath. She collapsed, drained, subsequent to him. “My goodness. Fantastic,” Lois mentioned, laying her forearm over her brow.
They laid by one another, staring on the wooden-lined ceiling of the tea home. In some way he began to chortle when he observed the luggage of sugar—and now Lois—had been pinning him to the ground. Lois shifted to put on her facet and put her arm throughout his chest. She moved the sagging luggage off his shoulders. She requested once more if he was okay.
“I’m tremendous, simply tremendous,” he mentioned evenly.
She seemed on the beau under her. “I do know you might be.”
She licked her forefinger lustfully, not breaking their gaze. She pushed her finger within the candy grains remaining within the bag and put her finger in his mouth. He sucked off the sugar so intensely that his cheeks suctioned inward. Lois pushed her fingers into the grains once more, deeper this time, to assemble up extra sweetness. He sucked every finger. That was sufficient for him.
He rolled Lois over in a swoosh onto her again, so he was on prime of her. He now had pinned her.
Lois was shocked by the person’s energy, the benefit with which he had moved her. His quickness. It made her shiver with a thrill that he could have been locked emotionally just like the tea home had been locked. Now he was above her, a warmth between them. Her fingers went magnetically to the buttons on his powerful brown shirt. On the third button, a tattoo appeared. Beneath the shirt was a Marine Corps emblem. A globe with a powerful eagle atop and a navy anchor reducing by means of the globe. Etched into was the Latin phrase: Semper Fidelis.
However there was a deep scar throughout his chest, slicing over his Marine tattoo.
“What occurred right here?” She outlined the tattoo, avoiding the scar.
“A fluke.” He moved her hand away and pinned her wrist to the ground together with his hand.
“What was this ‘fluke’?” she urged.
“In Mosul. A bit scrape. A man and a knife.”
“That’s horrible to listen to. It breaks my coronary heart.”
“Breaks your coronary heart?” He grinned lightheartedly. He undid the primary button on her shirt. “It wasn’t dangerous.”
Lois raised up barely. “Not dangerous? Have a look at your scar.”
“It’s a scratch.”
“A ‘scratch’ that’ll be there all of your life. It’s so deep.”
She studied the face of the person above her, then on the wound. Inside his thoughts, past his eyes, his particular person was darkish, desert-like, solitary. She reached out to the scar. Possibly the wound was a approach to be taught extra about this closed-off man, she thought. The act of being scarred should have been a traumatic expertise in his life. She wished to find out about it and him. When she reached to the scar once more, he stopped her.
She gasped and pulled again her hand. “What was that for?”
“You look ok to eat.” He winked, diverting her.
Lois knew the wink was merely an obstacle to maintain her away from the scar, notably the scar on his soul. She pulled away as did he.
They stood. He buttoned up his shirt and dusted off the sugar. She grabbed a brush and swept white grains from the ground. He walked up behind her and hugged her. When he put his lips on her neck, she didn’t reply. She turned chilly. Her pleasure from a couple of minutes in the past was gone. Extinguished, a flame snuffed out by the mountain wind. He backed away from Lois.
Afterward he hauled in the previous couple of gadgets and inside an hour, he headed out.
“I didn’t anticipate this in the present day,” he informed Lois earlier than leaving.
“Me neither,” she mentioned.
“It was, er, good.” He spoke awkwardly, sounding prefer it was laborious to speak, like he was talking in a overseas language.
She pressured a smile. He pressured his smile too. It didn’t swimsuit his reticent semblance.
Their second of silence was sufficient for him.
“Good luck with summer time enterprise.” And he left.
Afterward, Lois had a horrible summer time, regardless of higher-than-expected enterprise income. And, in October, she closed down the tea home. She shuttered and locked the final window, enthusiastic about Joseph, as she had for months. He was sturdy, chilly and a thriller that she wished to determine, hoped for an additional likelihood to take action. The month of Could would finally come, and he or she hoped he would too. So, Lois, like Lake Agnes Tea Home, was locked up herself for a couple of months.
Throughout these lengthy months, she giggled as she considered them mendacity flat on the ground and lined in sugar. Her giggles had been stifled although, as she remembered the scar on his chest. Much more intriguing was his response to it. When she requested the way it occurred, he had given a weak, informal reply after which froze her out. What did it imply to him? She didn’t imagine the deep scar was solely from a knife battle. It should have a extra deep-seated scar.
After months the land thawed, a lot of the snow melted, and the vestiges of spring sprouted, together with a warming within Lois. Simply the considered Joseph warmed her.
She unlatched the shutters and unlocked the home windows. Whereas the tea home aired out, Lois sat on the entrance porch with a sizzling cup of steaming tea, warming her arms and her insides when she sipped. That day the lake was calm as was the breeze. However there was an pleasure, an anticipation, warming Lois greater than any sizzling tea would. It was a heat in her soul that radiated to her bodily physique.
Then she heard probably the most intriguing sound—apart from his precise voice. It was the sound of the helicopter’s twirling blades. 
She stood and watched the large machine rise into view. It moved as if in sluggish movement. The pilot was exact, alert. The crate was set down on the garden, and the thick cords round it loosened. The helicopter remained low to the bottom, regular, for a second after which lifted off with a pointy roll to the left.
Lois scanned the scene for the person she had wished to see, who she had dreamed about, had used as impetus for a lot of nights of sensual launch, during the last 12 months.
Her coronary heart sped up dramatically when she noticed him already at work. He was untying the cords from the crate.
She was quietly disillusioned that he didn’t come proper as much as see her first earlier than the rest. She had hoped he would possibly rush to her and kiss and maintain her. Actual life had struck down what she had drafted as a wishful romantic mirage. Possibly it will be a chilly day between them. She determined to not be too ecstatic to see him. The dual two-pound luggage of granulated sugar by the entrance door, which she had positioned there, could keep there, and never be poured out on the ground in reminiscence of final 12 months. She would make their assembly business-like. Simply pleasant. That was, till he would possibly give a sign. She hoped he would supply some kind of signal.
“Hey once more, Lois.”
She shivered at listening to his wealthy voice. He remembered her title. A triviality with such energy to rock her core and steal her breath.
“Prepared for an additional good 12 months?” he requested dully, hauling a stack of packing containers of teas. Comparatively mild weight.
She stuttered as he continued his dialog. “Sure, uh, sure, we're … predict a very good 12 months.  Quite a lot of new folks visited final 12 months.”
“You imagine in luck?”
His query confused Lois.
“Do I imagine in luck? For enterprise, I imagine in old school laborious work. Nothing extra. However luck, properly, it might be a think about different elements of life. Possibly.” Then, in that cut up second between considering up a query and forming the phrases within the mouth, she questioned if she might, or would, take into account the query as his sign. Sugar?
Lois requested, “What about you and luck?”
He set down the packing containers in entrance of the wall of teas. “I imagine in it, certain. If I see success, then I determine doing it that very same approach would possibly convey the identical outcome.”
“The gross sales final 12 months made me rethink the varieties of teas to supply. Fewer African teas, extra Indian teas. I additionally ordered a tea from Polynesia. I’ll be ready to see if folks prefer it. And some extra native teas. Individuals wish to get slightly style for the locale. Clients additionally requested extra soy milk cream for his or her teas, as a substitute of cow milk. A Starbucks affect from the U.S. Then the sugar—” She stopped abruptly, having mentioned that phrase. An explosive phrase. She might solely bear in mind being on the ground with him. “Clients, they use much less sugar these days. Had so much left over final 12 months.”
As she mentioned it, she might have kicked herself for not considering first. He might learn a lot into that remark.
“Well being nuts,” Joseph mentioned flippantly.
She sniggered. “These are hikers who come right here. Nuts go along with the outside.”
He huffed in his amusement at her comeback. “Individuals want sugar. It makes us blissful.”
Lois thought first however determined to exit on a limb.
“I suppose you want sugar in your tea?”
He prevented her. “I’ve received some extra provides to unload.”
She was involved about fouling up once more. She had overstepped with him. She gritted her enamel. There was one likelihood.
As he headed to the door, Lois known as to him, “In case you like sugar, then I assume no soy milk.”
She heard his voice echo again. “Straight out the heifer.”
A smirk crossed her lips. She heated up the tea pot and left him alone whereas he hauled in provides over the subsequent hour.
Lois knew he was completed working when she heard a field set down and his deep exhale.
“Seems like that’s all for now,” he mentioned. “I’ll radio again to the chopper to get again right here … in the event you’ve received nothing else.”
“I made some tea. I introduced some heavy cream with me and actual sugar.” She guided him to the desk on the home’s entrance porch with its majestic view.
“I can’t flip down tea from a woman.” He flashed a uncooked grin. It was a chivalrous try and contort that powerful face.
“I speak, by no means let a cup of tea go to waste,” Lois mentioned.
“Many individuals do.”
The steam was lifting off the recent tea of their white porcelain cups. In the meantime, Lois was deciphering his response. She didn’t know what he meant precisely. Many individuals do? Was he conveying one thing or simply filling a void in dialog? Joseph’s unclear remark perplexed Lois and saved her at bay. She wished to proceed however didn’t wish to finish the day with him leaving silent and chilly, like final 12 months.
The quietness remained between them as they sat on the porch, overlooking the view of the mountains and Lake Agnes. Lois selected saying one thing.
“This tea is from India.”
Not a fantastic try at pushing the dialog. She paused momentarily to assemble some intel from his physique language. Nothing, so she continued.
“Masala chai, a standard black tea. It’s been round for some 9 thousand years. Individuals assume it was thought of a cleaning and vivifying drink for a king.”
“For a king, eh?”
“Sure, a king.”
Joseph turned to Lois and crinkled his forehead. “And also you selected this for me to drink. You’re making me marvel about your selection.” Then he once more confirmed that powerful grin.
Lois’s coronary heart jumped, so she took one other likelihood to really feel him out. “Possibly I see one thing within you. A touch of royalty.”
He really laughed aloud this time. “Nothing says royalty than seeing the king flat on the ground.”
Listening to that, her spirit brightened and her coronary heart jump-started. He remembered! He wasn’t avoiding the episode.
“I'd disagree,” she mentioned, controlling her voice that was on the verge of cracking. “A king who falls, properly, he could get consideration from servants that he by no means would when sitting on his throne. Then cowl him in sugar and who is aware of what might occur.” 
She seemed away and blew on her tea, letting the remark linger heat between them.
He remained quiet however saved his eyes instantly on her. She felt his stare, loving the sensation. She was hopeful of what the stare would possibly imply.
“I observed the luggage of sugar by the entrance door.” He spoke softly, virtually unheard.
Lois didn’t reply with phrases. She saved her eyes away from him, staring on the blue waters of the lake. Nevertheless, she was abounding in pleasure and excessive spirits.
They had been quiet once more. Each had been figuring out the size to which they wished to check the opposite’s curiosity. Joseph could have gone far sufficient for Lois.
She mentioned, “I figured sugar on the door final 12 months made my enterprise improve—an enormous 12 months. If it labored then, sugar on the door could maintain the enterprise rising.”
“So that you do imagine in luck, not simply old school laborious work.”
“Sugar on the entrance door can’t harm, proper?” She nonetheless saved her eyes diverted towards the lake.
“However,” he mentioned, “there was a king on his again, lined within the sugar. The sugar wasn’t in luggage.”
“So what are you saying?” she requested. “I can’t work all 12 months with sugar on ground.”
He didn’t reply.
The interval of silence between them returned. It was tense and as loud as cannon blasts. Increase! Bang! Lois’s coronary heart was beating, thumping quick. Was he enthusiastic about their incident? she repeated in her thoughts.
And he was.
Lois felt a powerful hand gently contact her shoulder. He merely mentioned, “There’s a king on the ground.” The hand let go, and his presence was gone.
Lois had to soak up a deep breath however couldn’t present her pleasure. That is what she had wished for a 12 months. She closed her eyes and breathed in once more. The air was candy, refreshing. Then she set down her tea, took one other breath, and stood slowly. Her knees had been wobbly and her physique unsteady from the what-could-be.
As soon as contained in the cabin, she noticed Joseph on the entrance door, laying susceptible on the ground.
She laughed laborious, having hassle controlling herself. It wasn’t that it was humorous. As an alternative, the laughter was a way of releasing all that had constructed up within her. She laughed more durable and more durable
“You might be one among a sort. I by no means thought I’d see it once more.”
“What are you doing to do about it?” he mentioned from the ground.
In role-play dramatic vogue, she rushed to his facet.
“Are you okay? Can you progress? Something damaged?” She patted his wrist.
Whereas nonetheless kneeling over Joseph, he palmed the again of her neck and pulled her to him. They kissed. Lengthy, luscious kisses. Sluggish, deep. It was the buildup of twelve months of her needs and needs, of her hopes and fantasies.
Considered one of her arms pressed towards the ground, and the opposite set on his chest. His sturdy chest muscle groups had been apparent, as was his sturdy respiratory. Transferring a skinny material away was what finally set him off final 12 months, so she received as shut as she would dare go.
Joseph was tough. As gritty as his grin. Bristly forearms. Coarse stubble on his chin. His calloused arms had been controlling, and they might not launch her. Nevertheless, she was gladly submissive, prepared to do as he desired. He was the person she longed for. She hoped he would demand her to do a lot, so she might please him. That’s what she wished. To please him, to assist him. She wished to loosen his self-formed armor.
She lastly broke the kiss. Their eyes remained related, piercing by means of one another’s defenses. Then she slid her arms throughout his torso.
“Is the king alive?” she whispered throatily. “Have I saved you, my liege?”
Her hand went below his shirt and rested on his coronary heart, over the scar. “I received’t allow you to die. I'm right here to guard you,” she mentioned.
She felt his coronary heart beating quick. He simpered.
All of a sudden, Lois felt his physique tense. He rolled her over onto her again. Their eyes remained united. She was under the person she simply realized she cherished. He had been a laborer, a hardened Marine. Warfare-torn, battled-scarred bodily and emotionally.
“You might have saved me,” he mentioned merely. He leaned shut and kissed her laborious. His kisses had been as laborious as he was. Their noses crushed collectively, their lips pressed tight, their tongues fondled the opposite.
This kiss made Lois wild. She had waited for a 12 months, for what appeared a lifetime, for his kiss, to be on this place. She had been afraid she had misplaced him one 12 months in the past when he out of the blue closed off himself and left Lake Agnes and her on a precipice. It prompted the loneliest and coldest summer time of her life. The second he left, she locked away her emotions for him and for love, even for on a regular basis joys and blessings. She feared rousing these confined, locked-up emotions. They could have change into a ache, a horrid scar. A scar on her personal chest, wounded by greater than a pointy knife. She didn't wish to once more misinterpret him and the circumstances. It could trigger extra imprisoned feelings. There was a larger worry although. He could have locked himself away due to her inquiries about his scar. That ache on his chest, that ache within him, the ache from his horrible wars. She had revived it. However it might have seared and burned him once more. He could have been stabbed over again. By her! Now yet one more mistake and he would by no means return. She would change into the winter season of the tea home. Locked, distant, closed, forgotten.
In his kiss although, all of the worry washed away. Her insides warmed. She was renewed. The season of spring. In actual fact, her personal repressed scar, which she positioned on her chest from a 12 months in the past, started to heal. It was love. Love had resurrected in her.
They each spoke directly.
“I've been …” “I haven’t …”
Every of them paused. She guffawing girl-like. He solely grunted out a single chortle.
“You first,” he mentioned.
She fumbled out her emotions. “I've been … been enthusiastic about you. You might have by no means left my coronary heart.”
His face brightened from the coarse soldier façade to a mushy gentleman. “Haven’t been in a position to maintain my thoughts straight since I left final 12 months. Every thing has been Lois, Lois, Lois.”
She pulled him, hugged him proper towards her, a blanket on her.
“By no means depart me, by no means,” she mentioned.
“I'm right here. Right here for you,” he answered deeply and slowly, like a father to his beloved daughter.
They kissed once more for a very long time. They loved one another’s presence in addition to the bodily contact. She felt their ardour change his physique as was hers altering extra.
Lois cherished that she had modified his sample of respiratory. Extra so, she was overjoyed that he was clearly savoring what she was doing. She let her hand discover his scar. She touched the a part of him that had a deeper affect, the half that led to someplace nobody had gone in a very long time, if ever actually.
This time, he allowed her to the touch him. And as she did, he strengthened his strain on her, shifting his physique towards her hand, towards her complete self. He was nuzzling. She felt he was discovering peace in her, changing into settled.
And so they kissed and cherished one another. Their cups of Indian tea on the entrance porch cooled and had been forgotten.
Lois felt renewed when he let her see him as he actually was. A soldier, wounded and scarred, however in a position to love at a larger depth than his scar. The following day, he was gone once more just for a 12 months.
This Could, the thwop of the helicopter rotors grew louder, echoing off the flat-faced mountain ridges surrounding Lake Agnes. She had already set the heavy luggage of sugar on both facet of the entrance door however, in her nervousness, she once more reset them solely millimeters from the place they had been first set.
The baggage of sugar had been her good luck charms and had been for a decade now. Greater than good luck, she had determined that they had been her love charms too. Every spring, she purchased two particular luggage of sugar to put on the correct facet and left facet of the door approach. Then, for years afterward, the pair would act out Joseph’s fall and Lois’s rescue, tossing grains onto the ground and inserting the luggage on Joseph’s shoulders. For them, reveling in love was returning to the second they fell in love with out figuring out that that they had, really, fallen collectively.

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