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Serial - My Wasteland Angel Part 19
🕑 Added 2018-07-03 14:24:38 +0000 UTC I am not sure where this had come from. She had obviously been thinking during her trip to get water. She had just spoken about how we couldn't be together in a physical way and yet here we were. Honestly, I didn't care. In my time in this world I had never met a cultist or religious type that didn't have a healthy streak of hypocrisy running through them. And really, it just didn't matter why it was happening, I was just happy it was.This wasn't like the offer before, when she had been in a bad place mentally. This time she was playful and full of life. We'd only known each other a short time but there was a chemistry here. Out here in the Wastes there were no long courtships, if you found someone you liked you grabbed them with both hands for tomorrow was no guarantee.
She delicately places her hands on each of my round shoulders. Standing up on her knees she leans down over me and gives three light kisses in quick succession along the tender skin at the base of my neck. Despite the rising heat I feel a shiver run through me and gooseflesh raise across my neck and arms. I go to grab her but she pushes off of me and sits back again. Gah! This silly game of hers, frustrating! Frustrating but wonderful.
I hand her the water and smile. Her eyes danced with anticipation. Pouring a bit into her hand she then rubs it across her right ear and along the bottom of her cheek. I play my part in our game. Sitting upright I nuzzle my nose into her short hair, taking a deep smell of her sweaty natural aroma, and take her earlobe between my lips. It was the softest, most velvety, little patch of flesh I'd ever felt in my life. Using just my lips I begin to nibble and suck. I work up along the edge of the wet ear. Then with my tongue I flick and tease closer to the center, feeling the supple cartilage of her ear move and flex to my probing tongue.
She lets out a sigh of escalating arousal that was music to my ear. “Ohhhhhh.”
My turn to be the tease. Despite wanting to keep this going I instead sit back again with no warming. My wet lips slip from her tender lobe as I move away. She tries to follow for a moment before catching herself. I look at her with intense beckoning eyes. She was well flustered now, I could hear her heightened breathing through her parted lips and that lovely blush had set in full force. Unlike most of the world weary lovers I'd had Gabriela's face was wonderfully open and expressive, her desire for me was right there to see. She pushes the bottle impatiently into my hand.
One part of me wanted to pour the whole bottle onto my crotch and let her go to town. But this was far too enjoyable to cut short. Besides, such a blunt action would ruin this rising erotic energy we had going between us.
Lifting the bottle up and in front of me I tip it to allow a trickle to fall and land on my upper chest, the cool water running down over my breast. I tip it back up and bring the bottle down to my side.
Gabby lets out a burst of a giggle and blinks her eyes. She stares at the wet patch of skin on my chest. “I...I've never touched another woman's...um...”
I smile and wait patiently. I knew she had touched another woman's breasts, she'd done so with me when she had washed me. But I knew what she meant, this was a whole different type of touching. Her nervousness was actually adorable. It reminded me so much of my first time with a woman.
She starts with her hands. Bringing them both to my near breast she rubs her fingers across the water, spreading the cooling liquid all across the top of my big squishy tit. Her soft hands felt so damn good on me. In an almost trance like state she continues to caress my breast in both hands. I let out a quick low breath as she brings one of her palms across my stiff excited nipple. My reaction brings a smile to Gabby's pretty face.
She says in a whisper. “It's just...so different.” Her hands begin to press and knead with a touch more strength. She was feeling the texture and weight of it. She giggles again. “Mine seem so pathetic compared to yours. Wow. They're...just...they're nice.” She takes a deep breath. Then, as if forcing herself to say it outloud to the world, she says. “Your breasts are very nice Willow.”
With that she leans in and kisses it. She presses her face down into it hard as both of her hands push up from the underside.
“Guhhh.” I moan in my strained voice. Needless to say she had awoken my nether regions. I run the fingers of my good hand through her hair as she begins to kiss and nuzzle my breast with a growing confidence. “Guhh....Gabby!” I sigh.
My blood runs hot. The settling in heat of midday now seemed like nothing to my fevered mind and body. She licks and kisses, her hands push and grip and knead.
I grip her hair and she lets out a sigh of her own. “Mmmmm.” She shifts herself suddenly and before I know it she had latched her hard sucking mouth onto my tender nipple.
“GUHH!” Grabbing the back of her head I push it into me harder. “GUH!” She sucks powerfully. Following this up by a steady suckle, her tongue lapping and flicking the tip. “GUHH!” Her steady hands becoming bolder as she goes, she rubs and massages. Oh fuck this was good!
I let her go like this for a time, I still held her to me. I didn't want to let her go. I gasp out. “Guhhh...teeth...bite.”
It takes her a second to pick up my meaning but soon I feel her front teeth come down over my engorged nub. She nibbles down with just the right amount of pressure. An jolt goes through me, like electricity coursing along an exposed wire. I roll back my eyes. “Guhh...Gabby...good...”
When she pushes off of me this time it is both of us flush and flustered. We stare into each other in that amazing moment between lovers when we both knew we were going to go all the way.
Grabbing the water from me she tilts up her head and pours a thick stream down her exquisite slender neck. It cascades down over her chest in under her shirt and overalls. She plants the bottle off to the side, we were done with it.
“Come.” I say as I pull her toward me. She shifts forward.
Reaching up I pull the strap of her overalls down over her shoulder. The loose denim falls down around her hips. I stroke her arm through her oversized plaid shirt. I take a some time just to admire her beauty, to feel her body through the damaged shirt. A woman like Gabriela...she deserved to wear a gown like the one on the cover of the detective book. My hand flat against her I run it up and down, back and forth across her. Her near hand runs up my defined muscled abdomen before cupping under the breast that hadn't yet received any attention. I run my fingers down her smooth cheek then down over her neck. She closes her eyes and sighs as she savors the feel of my touch, a dreamy smile coming to her perfect lips.
With only my good hand to work with I carefully begin to unbutton Gabby's shirt. One button at a time, my fingers caressing down the opening front as I move to the next, I unfasten the front of her shirt. I run the palm of my hand back up her soft stomach to her chest. I grab one side of the shirt and peel it back over her shoulder, then the other. Her small tan breasts and upper body exposed.
Gabby looks down and I see a moment of fragile insecurity come over her. She whispers. “Sorry. They're not as nice as yours.”
Not as nice!? I couldn't believe my ears. She was quite simply the most perfect creature I had ever laid eyes on. She was perfection itself. All of her talk about prayer and bibles and that shit were pale hollow words. But as I look upon my Wasteland angel, as I drink in her transcendent beauty, I think that maybe, just maybe, there was a divine reality after all. It didn't seem possible someone so lovely could exist in this rough ugly world.
I caress her flank, feeling the gentle contour of her body. In a hushed voice I say with utter honesty. “Gab...reila...so...beautiful. So beautiful.”
Her self conscious worry washes away and a shy yet affirming smile takes its place. She removes her shirt completely and lets it fall behind her. We sit. Gazing at each other. Our eyes and hands exploring each other. Her delicate fingers tracing the ridges of my hard muscles. Mine lightly running over her smooth unblemished curves.
Wrapping my arm around her narrow waist I pull her into me, she throws her arms around me and we kiss. Deeply and hungrily we kiss. Our sweaty hot bodies pressing into each other. The rising tide of our desire now an irresistible force irrevocably driving us onward.
