The Encounter

I wrote this for a friend’s birthday, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind sharing Max with you….much…LOL
Tame for me, may get around to the shower some day……Mscimorene
The character of Maximus doesn’t belong to me, as well as Mr. Crowe. Just a fantasy I am sure many have had at one time.


“Ooommph!” Mary found herself slammed face first into the wall of the trailer, a burly male body pressed against her back, holding her there.
“What are you doing here?he ghe gruff voice sent chills through her body, but not from fear. She felt her nipples tighten and push against her tank top. She tried to catch her breath, but he was pushing her into the wall.
“Answer me! What are you doing in my trailer?”
She finally got her hands up to push on the wall to get some breathing room.
“If you would let up some, I might be abo ano answer you!”
A chuckle was her answer, the breath caressing the back of her neck. She stifled a shiver, didn’t want him to know how he affected her. The pressure relaxed, but he stayed where he was. She could feel the leather breplatplate he was still wearing, wouldn’t be surprised if the embossed images on it were permanently impressed in her back.
“Ok, I let up. Now tell me why you are here.”
“I….the…..uh…..” She stammered and tried to speak again. He beat her to it.
“Are you a reporter? A crazed fan? Thought you would pick up something for a souvenir, did you?”
He pushed against her again. She was getting tired of this. It was hot, she was sweaty and tired, and that breastplate was digging into her back.
“Get the fuck off me, damn it!” She pushed back hard, putting him off balance and sending him smashing into the counter behind him. She turned and glared at him. He glared right back.
“I am the production assistant you asshole!! I brought the script revisions over so you could go over them before shooting tomorrow! And you’re very welcome!!”
Mary turned to stomp out the door, enough of a mad on to keep her going for a long while. He grabbed her arm to stop her and it swung her around so she landed back at that breastplate, breast first this time.
“OW!!! Watch it with that thing would you!”
She looked up at his chuckle and her heart about stopped. He was dirty, sweaty, tired, and he looked beautiful!
“Sorry love, it does have a tendency to get in the way. I gotten so used to wearing it, I forget I have it on. Here, I’ll take it off.”
He backed off and proceeded to unbuckle and peel the armor off. Soon he was down to a tunic and the leather skirt thing, and not much else.
“Damn, that feels bloody good!”
He looked at her, cocking his head.
“Production assistant? I haven’t seen you around. I thought the production assistant was that little runty guy, Robert what’s his name?”
She managed to find her voice while watching him rub parts of his body she would love to get her hands on.
“ Robert had to go back to the States. Family thing. I came over to take his place. Got here yesterday.”
“And you are?”
He was rubbing his chest and shoulders, getting ready to take the tunic off. All that body, just ready to be revealed, all within reach!
She shook herself mentally. Her mind was going places she didn’t need it to go.
“Hello, you still with me?”
“Oh! Sorry, I was just…uh… trying to remember something.”
He chuckled.
“Like your name?”
“Oh, it’s Mary. Just Mary.”
He took the tunic off over his head, leavinm drm dressed in a leather skirt. Her hands were itching.
“Well, just Mary, I’m sorry I manhandled you. I have had problems with people traipsing in here, reporters, fans, thinking they have the right to just walk in. Security is almost non-existent. I came in yesterday to find a naked woman in my bed! I tell you it wasn’t a pleasant sight!”
She giggled. She had to; just the thought of some naked woman in his bed, and him coming in and finding her set her off. He looked at her strange, and then began giggling himself. That set her off more. Pretty soon they were both laughing so hard, there were tears in their eyes.
“Did you throw her out?’’ She was still chuckling. He wiped the moisture off his face, looked at his hands, and grabbed a near by towel. Finishing up wiping, he threw the towel in her direction.
“Yeah, I threw her out, and her clothes after her! Gave the crew something to look at anyway! And talk about I’m sure!”
Mary grabbed the towel and wiped her own face. Grinning, she threw it back at him, hitting him in the chest.
“So that’s what they were talking about when I got here! They were saying something about a loony Italian woman, running around naked, and screaming something about crazy bastard! I thought they were just pulling my leg! I guess not!”
He stepped over and opened the door to the small refrigerator, reaching in to pull out two frosty bottles.
“Yeah, it was a sight!! She wasn’t exactly skinny; I don’t think running was what she was doing, more like waddling! Care for a beer?? Shiner, from the States?”
She reached for the beer, a welcome sight after her day. “Thanks, it has been a day! Must be the change in climate. I am exhausted!!”
He clinked bottles with her and they both took a long drink. A companionable silence followed, only broken by the sound of gurgling bottles. Mary rested her head against the wall, closing her eyes in the relief of the air conditioning and the cold beer. She was unaware of the casual perusal he was taking of her, starting at her tennis shoes, up her naked legs, taking in the khaki shorts, the tank top covering her plentiful endowments, the shoulder length dark hair, the exotic tilt to her eyes. Brown, he mused, with a touch of green. Very nice! He felt a familiar tightening in his gut. Down boy! He cleared his throat to cover a chuckle. Her eyes snapped open, staring straight into his. The moment stretched, until she turned away, finishing the beer in her hand in one gulp.
“ I’d better go, let you get cleaned up. Thank you for the beer, I’ll probably see you tomorrow on the set.” She set the empty bottle on the table and turned to open the door.
“ Yeah, a shower sounds good about now.” Under his breath he said, “Someone to wash my back sounds even better.” She turned halfway, not quite hearing what he said, just the ‘wash my back part’. She shook her head, and turned back to the door, muttering under her breath, but not as quiet as she thought. “Yeah, I wish!” She heard a step behind her and his hand grabbed her arm, pulling her around and into his arms. She had a second to catch her breath before his mouth descended. She expected hardness and to be ravaged, half hoped for it. She got a gentle caress of his lips on hers, a light tasting from the tip of his tongue. Her arms went up around his neck, fingers kneading the short hair at the nape. He raised his head, looking down into her eyes. “Your wish is my command.” She gave a slight smile. “Really? I get to command the great General Maximus?” He chuckled. His hands were sliding up and down her back, causing delightful shivers.
“Maybe, after you wash my back? I’ll wash yours…” His lips slid over hers, sucking her full lower lip in, running his tongue over it before releasing. To start over on the upper lip. She had to hang on to his shoulders to keep from melting into a puddle at his feet. Knowing he was manipulating her, she still couldn’t resist. Thinking to hell with the gentleness, she pulled his head down to hers and proceeded to devour his mouth. Arms tightening around her, he growled as he half lifted her and set her on the table edge. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him into to her heat. An obvious erection pressed against the center of her, eliciting a ragged moan from her. Reaching down, she undid the buckles that held the leather on. He backed up one step and it fell to his feet. All he had on was an athletic supporter barely containing a huge erection. Running a hand up the hard ridge, she looked up at him and licked her lips. With a deep growl, he ripped off her tank top revealing a demi bra that lifted her breasts as if for his inspection. He reached behind her to unfasten the bra, eyes on those magnificent mounds, waiting for the unveiling. Sliding it off her arms, he flung it back over his shoulder. Using just his fingertips, he traced the dark areola around the erect nipples. Sighing Mary leaned back on her arms, thrusting her breasts into his hands. He bent down, taking a nipple into his hot mouth, sucking and tugging on it. Releasing it, he turned to the other one, licking all around it, drawing a whimper from her lips. Placing a hand behind her back, he pressed the ridge of his erection into her as he sucked the nipple between his teeth and gently bit down. Crying out at the twin sensations, Mary pulled him hard against her damp mound. She had too many clothes on! They both went for the shorts at the same time, ripping at the snap and zipper, pushing and pulling to get them off. Her underwear went with them, the shoes a last minute fling toward the door. She grabbed the band of the jock strap and pulled it out away from the beautiful cock it was hiding. Sliding it down, she raised back up, bringing her hands around the satin heat, sliding them up, around, and down. Again the growl that brought shivers to her very core! As much as he was enjoying the attention, he moved her hands off of him.
“Not yet love. My turn first. I want to taste you, see if these lips..” He pressed one hand to hamp amp mound. “..taste as sweet as these do.” The other hand grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her to him. He attacked her mouth, plunging his tongue into her as hid hid his fingers deep into her wet pussy. She gave as well as she took, sucking on his tongue, and then racking her teeth along it, an imitation of what she wanted to do to his cock. Pushing her back on the table, he placed her legs over his shoulders and keeping his eyes on hers, bent down to lick her from the bottom of her slit to the sensitive tip of her clit.
“Oh yeah, sweeter I think. Might have to taste some more to be sure.” With that, he delves into her pussy with tongue, lips and teeth. His fingers dip into her hot slit, curling up to rub against her G spot. Taking her clit in his mouth, he matched the rhythm of his tongue to the rhythm of his fingers. The double stimulation drives her ever closer to the edge. She has her hands on his head, pulling him into her as she pushes up into his mouth.
“Oh sweet god!! Make me cum, make me cum, make me cum!!” She could feel the pressure building, so close, never felt it this intense before!! It was causing her whole body to shake, and she hadn’t even cum yet! So close, so close. He latches onto her clit, starts sucking on it as his fingers make circles inside her.
“Oh fuck!!!” She screams as the orgasm hits her, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through her entire body. He never lets up, driving her higher and higher into her climax. It goes on for long minutes, until she finally cries “Enough!” Tears are running down her face, her whole body shaking, yet when he gives one last caress of his tongue, she still rises to it. He raises up and takes her in his arms, sitting with her curled in his lap in a big over stuffed chair. Petting her, wiping her tears, he soothes her until she quits shaking and cuddles up to him. She is at the point of falling asleep when she feels him chuckle. She raises her head to look at him. He plants a kiss on her nose and grins.
“About that shower….?”


Shall I continue....?? Reviews very welcome, constructive especially