The hot water splashed against Alec's back like a torrid cloudburst. It felt so good after the long workout and helped to ease his frustrations. For weeks now, his Ninjutsu instructor had been trying to help him learn how to travel with his consciousness; out of his body, to wherever he wished to go. He just could not seem to get it all together. His master had told him that he was trying too hard and thinking about it too much. He needed to relax and flow into it, but it was so frustrating. He would even have considered it to be impossible, but for the mysterious visits his master had made to his downtown apartment without actually walking through the door. He toweled off and flopped onto his bed, full of self-doubt and annoyance at his failure. He tried to watch the news to distract himself, but the bombing in Kosovo and the media hype depressed him, so he turned it off. His exhaustion quickly won out, though, and he passed into the restful bliss of sleep.
At the girl's scream, he shot bolt upright in bed. At least, he had thought he was in bed. Now, he was sitting on a narrow path in a forest. Small trees surrounded the path and little trailing vines crossed across the carpet of fallen leaves in places. The girl almost stepped on him as she ran down the path. Completely surprised at his presence she gasped, tripped and fell headlong into the bushes at the side of the path. He didn't have time to help her however, because coming down the path were two ferocious looking Native American warriors! He had been working on traveling over distances with his mind, but he had never heard of traveling through time!
He didn't have time to reflect on the implications. The warriors had obviously been chasing the girl and were the cause of her scream. Alec reacted, as his years of training had prepared him, and was on his feet with the quickness of a big cat. The first warrior had thought this interloper an easy target and had charged him intending to run him through with his large stone-tipped spear. Alec's movement was so quick, that the warrior's spear drove harmlessly into the earth where he had been sitting. Without thinking, Alec slammed his foot deeply into the warrior's side. It drove the warrior off balance and headfirst into a tree where he fell unconscious. The second warrior had more time to react and Alec could tell from this man's demeanor that he was the more experienced and the more dangerous of the two opponents. Alec quickly grabbed his fallen opponent's spear and took a defensive position.
He had time now to examine this threat. The fellow was magnificent. Tall and handsome, his face was painted yellow and crimson. A bone breastplate fell from his collar bone to his waist and his long hair was plaited into two braids that ran down his back. He held his spear naturally and with confidence. Alec had studied Native American culture and realized by the warrior's accouterments that he was somewhere in the Rocky Mountains area. He also realized, by the color of the paint, that this was no war party, but probably two braves out to steal a wife. That was all the thinking Alec was allowed, however, as the brave was nearing with his spear. He jabbed and thrusted in a careful and expert manner that belied years of experience with the weapon. Luckily, Alec was also a master of staff weapons and, in response, began to weave his spear in a bewildering figure eight pattern around his body. The spear seemed to be an extension of himself. It flowed naturally around him in it's whirling path. Without warning or perceptible effort, Alec's spear struck out with the blinding quickness of a rattlesnake. He struck the warrior's hand, causing the warrior's spear to fly from his grasp, and set his blade against the startled brave's throat. Wide-eyed, the warrior realized that he was outclassed and, though very brave, did not see any reason to lose his life over this girl, beautiful as she was. There were others he could steal. Besides, she was said to be a witch. She lived out here alone by the river and who, but a witch, would do such a thing. She was said to be able to travel in the spirit world. Perhaps she had even summoned this strange white warrior from there. He quickly backed away down the path.
At this point, the girl emerged from the bushes somewhat bruised and confused at this turn of events. Alec finally got to take a good look at her. She was tall for a woman and trim and very beautiful. She had large, dark, almond shaped eyes and lovely high cheekbones. Her raven hair flowed down her back, accentuated by a rosette of brilliant Blue Jay feathers. She was dressed in a white buckskin dress decorated with white cowry shells and colorful porcupine quill embroidery. She looked at Alec with wide eyes, amazed at the lightness of his skin and piercing blue eyes. Realizing the first warrior was beginning to come to his senses, she grabbed Alec's arm and tugged at him to follow her down the path in the direction she had been running. He followed her, hypnotized by her striking beauty and altogether curious.
They walked for some time before they stopped. The girl pointed upwards at the bluff bordering the stream and Alec could see the entrance to a cave. She led him up the path. It was steep and dangerous. Alec mentally thanked his master for helping him develop excellent balance. It was a sheer drop, a hundred feet or more, to the riverbank below and the rising path was narrow and rocky. He was completely amazed by the girl ahead of him. She walked the dizzying trail as matter-of-factly as one would walk along a flat sidewalk.
At the mouth of the cave, a level shelf of red sandstone bathed in the evening sunlight. Alec saw a fire pit constructed from more of the red stone. Pottery vessels, baskets and a number of small tools lined the cave wall. Opposite to them, a bed of pine boughs was covered with several buffalo hides. It was just inside the mouth of the cave, out of the way of the wind and the rain. His lovely host retrieved a pottery jar from the cave and handed it to him. The water from the jar was cool and refreshing after the hard climb. When he had finished, the girl drank her fill and gestured for him to sit by the fire pit. She then proceeded to lift a small pottery jar out of a hole beside the pit. From it, she dumped out a small bundle of dry moss and rotted wood and began to blow on it. To Alec's surprise, it began to smolder and glow. It quickly burst into flames and the girl deftly added it to the bundle of twigs that had been carefully arranged in the fire pit. He realized the little pottery jar with the moss had contained a live coal from the previous fire and had kept it alive for a number of hours. As the fire grew, the girl produced two rabbits from somewhere in the cave, dressed and spitted them, and propped them over the fire.
Alec never imagined two rabbits cooked on a green wood spit over an open fire could taste so delicious. He had worked up quite an appetite without realizing it. Night was falling now and he used the last remaining minutes of light to gather some firewood. It was no small task. The bluff was treacherous and rocky and the light was fading, but he managed it all right. The girl seemed grateful for the wood. She banked the fire off for the night and led Alec to the bed.
He lay down on the bed and the girl joined him. He did not turn his back to her, but he did leave a bit of space between them, feeling she might not want to be too close to this stranger. She quickly took up the space, though, and lay her head in the crook of his shoulder as she wrapped her arm over him. She smiled as she looked into his bright blue eyes and caressed his hair. He couldn't help noticing her bright white lovely smile. It radiated like sunshine on a lake. Her black eyes were like pools of ink and he felt as if he was falling into them, but he could not, did not, would not try to stop. He was entranced by her presence.
She ran her fingers over his muscular chest and he could feel her soft breath caress his skin. She looked up into his face. As her soft rosy lips neared his, he leaned and kissed her tenderly, tentatively at first. She responded, kissing him back hungrily. Her arms wrapped around him and he returned the embrace. Their lips and tongues intertwined grasping and tugging at each other. Her hands caressed his powerful shoulders and ran down over his back. He held her in his arms. She felt light and soft in his arms; yet, underneath, he sensed a vibrant and strong woman. His hands ran along her sides from her shoulders down to her hips. She sat up a bit and as her white dress slipped off her brown shoulders, her lovely firm breasts tumbled out. Alec couldn’t help squeezing them lovingly as she climbed on top of him. Her breasts were smooth and round and bobbled deliciously in front of his face. Alec gently tugged at her rapidly swelling beige nipples and she groaned in appreciation. They kissed and caressed. She ran her fingers through his hair as he leaned to take her plump aching nipple into his mouth. She moaned and embraced him as he sucked and nuzzled her tender buds. She reached down to feel his hardness. As her soft strong hands grasped his manhood, it jumped and swelled in response. Alec was immersed in her presence; her scent, her touch. He could feel the heat from her loins as she lay on top of him.
She clung to him and sitting back, slowly lowered herself onto his rigid shaft. Her eyes widened and she gently moaned at the pleasure of feeling him inside her. He could feel her pulse as her womanhood enveloped him. She could feel him swelling, throbbing, filling her in a deeply satisfying way. She began to slowly ride up and down on his pulsing member, tilting her hips so that with each stroke he slid across the aching center of her desire. Her round pointed breasts bounced with each stroke as the firelight flickered on their naked tangled bodies. Caught between the soft thick buffalo robe and this hot passionate woman, Alec felt overwhelmed with pleasure. She sped her pace to match her quickening breath as her aching love nub begged for release. Her breasts swelled in Alec’s hands and her back arched in response to her imminent climax. He could feel she was close and the thought excited him. She moaned and bucked and he felt her hot wetness clench at his throbbing shaft as she as racked by intense spasms of pleasure. The feeling toppled him over the edge and his hot passion spurted deep into her like liquid fire. The feeling brought her ecstasy to a new height and she began driving herself feverishly onto his swollen manhood, her raven hair rippling in the moon and fire light. They fell together exhausted and satisfied. Wrapped together in a passionate embrace they drifted off to sleep. Before he fell unconscious, he felt her stroke his face and kiss him gently on the lips.
Alec awoke in his own bed. At first, he was confused, even startled. What an experience that had been. Had he traveled to another place, more than that, to another time? Then he realized that it must have been a dream. It sure was some dream, though, and it had seemed so real. Wait! What was that? He reached over onto the pillow beside him. It had a dent in it, just as if someone had slept there at his side and there on the white pillow was one brilliant, Blue Jay feather.
