Chapter 5 #2
“Maybe later.” He took a seat on one of the rustic wooden benches close by as he scanned the area.
Devora loosened her hair from the tight braids she usually wore and fluffed it out before taking off her tee shirt and the blouse she’d had over it and sliding her shorts down her legs and off.
Standing in the moonlight in her bra and panties, she kept telling herself it was the same amount of fabric as a bathing suit, if not more but she had to fight the urge to cover herself up.
She walked to the edge of the pond and trailed her hand in the water, finding it a pleasant temperature.
“It’s warmer by the actual spring,” a woman said from her location neck deep in the pond.
“This is fine,” Devora answered. Disdaining the gradual approach she walked into the pond and immersed herself completely before swimming a few laps. While she was occupied the other people decided they were done and gathered their things, departing with a casual goodbye to Les.
Devora swam to the edge. “You should come in,” she said as she gazed up at him. “It’s really nice.”
“Kinda don’t want to be that far away from my gun,” he said, “Although if anyone could tempt me tonight it’d be you.”
Her breath caught at the way his voice sounded so sensual and serious.
She felt a stirring at her core, a tentative clenching of muscles too long unused.
He was a very attractive man. What was happening to her?
She’d only met him about two days ago. Of course the world was ending or had ended and they were in a whole new reality now.
Maybe it was possible to feel something besides pure sexual attraction to a guy you just met.
Not love at first sight but a bond between you as you fought to survive.
“You said yourself we were safe here,” she reminded him.
“You might not be safe from me, babe,” he admitted.
She got out of the pond and walked to where he sat, conscious of how transparent her underthings had become now the fabric was wet.
To her satisfaction Les couldn’t take his eyes off her as she came to him and straddled his lap.
When she sat she got the full effect of his hard cock, despite his utility pants between them.
With a small moan she moved her hips to put pressure on his arousal and next thing she knew Les’s arms were around her and they were kissing, hard and intense.
He ran his hand up her neck into her hair, which gave her tingles all over and angled her lips to meet his more tightly.
The caress of his fingers against her hair, the gentle control he was exerting, made her inner muscles clench and ache.
When she came up for air, Devora was panting and wet from more than her swim.
She reached for the fastening of his pants but Les stopped her.
“I’m all sweaty. Let me rinse off first. I shouldn’t be approaching a lady like you in this state.”
“I’m not much of a lady right now,” she said, sitting on the bench as he took off his shirt with one rapid movement and then undid his pants.
The view was incredible—he was all cut muscle, with the delicious vee leading her eyes to his long, thick cock.
“Don’t take too long—I might cool off,” she said in a teasing tone, unfastening her bra and dropping it on her bag.
Stretching, she was well aware the move showed off her breasts to good effect and Les was definitely riveted on her chest. Her nipples were hard points, ready for his attention.
Les walked backward to the pond, keeping his eyes on her as if she was a visual feast and he was a starving man. When his heel hit the edge of the water, he turned and made a shallow dive into the center of the pool, surfacing a moment later to swim to the other end and back.
Legs open, still wearing her panties, Devora slid her hand inside the damp fabric and pleasured herself as Les emerged from the pool like a god, water dripping from all the hard planes of his body.
She took note of the tattoos his shirt had hidden but there was no time to really study them before he was upon her, picking her up and carrying her to where he’d dropped his shirt.
Putting Devora on her back on the fabric he removed her panties in one quick motion and came over her.
“You deserve to be made love to, long and leisurely and in a variety of positions,” he said softly in her ear, “But tonight I think we’re safer to make this hard and fast. We’re too exposed here.”
“In more than one way.” She laughed and pulled him closer, so his cock slid along her folds.
The swim in the warm water of the spring had done nothing to discourage his arousal.
“I like the way you think and maybe I want hard and fast tonight. I’ve had the inject by the way and my last physical for work was all fine. ”
“I had one when I got the gig driving Lally’s bus and I was clean.”
“No eager groupies?” she asked, trying for a light tone but hating the idea of him having been with nameless, faceless girls on the tour although what right she had to care Devora couldn’t have said. She felt safe and protected with him and very much at home in his arms.
He shook his head, looked her full in the eyes and said, “When I fuck I like to be with a woman who matters to me.” He took possession of her mouth again and slammed inside, where she was more than ready for him. “You matter,” he whispered into her hair.
Their desire and need were evenly matched and Devora dug her heels into his ass to drive him deeper with each powerful flex of his body.
He filled her and drove to the heart of her needy core and her orgasm was powerful, making her giddy with the effect.
His shaft was still hard and as she came down from her high, he kissed her neck and began working his magic again.
“You’re making me crazy,” he said. “So tight around me, so perfect.”
Devora wanted to make sure he got his climax as well and moved with him, surprised to find herself on the edge of a second orgasm as they thrust and parried in unison.
He was driving her higher and higher and when he tensed his body and the hot jet of his seed deep inside stimulated her over sensitized nerve endings, Devora went over the edge and saw white with the force of the sensations he evoked.
When she could breathe properly and concentrate again, Les rubbed his nose against hers and gave her a soft kiss on lips which were bruised from their earlier passion. He slipped from her body and pulled her to him, head on his shoulder.
“I owe you an apology,” he said.
“For what?” Devor craned her neck and stared into his face. “I’ve never had two in a row—I didn’t even think I could.”
“I said this was a fuck and I shouldn’t have. You mean more to me than that,” He shook his head as if puzzled. “I mean, we just met and everything but there’s something powerful between us. I’m not big with words or emotions to be honest but you get to me, Devora, in all the good ways.”
“Likewise,” she said, relieved to hear her own thoughts echoed and with equal puzzlement and wonder. “I’m glad we met.”
Les hugged her tight. “Not half as glad as I am. Although the situation wasn’t exactly ideal—”
She buried her face in his shoulder. “No,” she agreed. “Things couldn’t be more screwed up, could they? Is something wrong with us, trying to find our own happiness tonight after all the tragedy?”
“Maybe we’re owed for a piece of luck to come out of it,” he said. “Balance the scales maybe. This, between us, is good, right? I want to see where it goes, if you do.”
She kissed his bristly cheek. Imagining the feel of his scruff on sensitive places was enough to make her aroused again but he was right in what he’d said earlier, this wasn’t the time. “I’m totally on board with the idea of there being an ‘us’.”
He pulled her to her feet and took her to the edge of the pond. “We’d better rinse off again and then we’d best get back to the cabins. It’ll be shift change soon and I gotta check up on my guys on guard duty. I’m not sure how dedicated a couple of them are.”
“You’d think with what’s at stake, they’d all be,” she said, stepping into the pond again.
“Yeah well we’re pretty much all strangers to each other,” Les said with cold practicality. “And no one’s taken an oath or anything. I can only extend my trust so far.”
After a short dip in the soothing waters, they got dressed and Devora rebraided her hair while Les watched in fascination.
Then they headed up the trail to the main area of the park.
There was no conversation and Devora had the impression Les was mulling something over.
Just before she stepped into the big pool of light cast by the lamps atop the ranger station and the meeting facility, Les touched her elbow and she turned to him, expecting another kiss.
He did give her a quick peck on the lips but seemed a bit ill at ease.
“Look, I—I gotta be totally straight with you,” he said. “I’m going to get these two buses and these people to the refugee center at Glastine, drive them right up to the gates, but then I’m walking away. Striking out on my own.”
Devora was puzzled and a little hurt but had to admit although they’d had terrific sex together, they weren’t in any kind of a relationship, despite all the cozy talk about ‘us’. “Because of what we just did?”
“No, oh of course not.” His quick reassurance was comforting. “I’ve already had two experiences in big camps run by other people and nether one ended well, you know? I know I can do better on my own.”
She didn’t get his logic and voiced her disbelief.
“Don’t judge what the government may have waiting for us at Glastine by Jonny’s ad hoc situation in Rosewater.
He was an idiot and a bully and after the sheriff died he wouldn’t listen to advice from anyone.
I’m sure the authorities have everything organized and well protected up at Glastine.
The government planned for this kind of situation all the time.
Well maybe not an apocalypse of the undead infected exactly, but for catastrophes.
It’s got to be better there than on your own. Safer.”
Her argument didn’t seem to be convincing him, judging by the skepticism reflected on his face. “Yeah, I experienced those contingency plans at work firsthand in New Damarkal when they converted the arena into a camp. Didn’t take more than two days for the whole thing to fall apart.”
“I’m sure whoever is in charge at Glastine has taken the lessons learned and made their camp stronger,” she argued.
Devora had to believe they were heading toward a true sanctuary, where civilization as she’d known it still existed.
Her faith in the planetary government and the military was strong after her years as a police dispatcher, on the fringes of the operation of life on Randal Four.
She’d participated in quadrennial exercises where the communities went through mock exercises together.
Even Rosewater had had an emergency plan, parts of which the sheriff had tried to implement.
The idea of the Glastine camp not being the solution to her and Jenny and everyone else surviving this current horror was literally unthinkable.
He gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. “I guess we’ll find out in a few days. You good?”
No, I’m upset, she thought with bitterness but didn’t give voice to her anger.
Les hadn’t been required to tell her what his plan was and even if she was disappointed she should respect his honesty.
“It’ll all look better in the morning, I’m sure,” she said in a soothing tone.
And maybe once we get there I can persuade you to stay, for your own good and mine,
“Good, I’m glad we had this conversation then. Goodnight.” He watched her walk to the kitchen door and disappear inside after giving him a final wave. Devora appreciated his attentiveness. She hoped it wouldn’t be awkward between them in the morning when it came time to leave the campground.