by Holly Ardent
He looked up at Suzie and noticed that she was still trembling. That trembling did wonderful things to her breasts, setting them to jiggling and bouncing in a nearly mesmerizing display. He started taking long, slow strokes, driving his cock in and out of her, but the trembling started to slow and her breasts stilled.
Instead of losing his personal show Scott decided to do something about it.
She was trembling because she was cumming, so I just need to get her cumming again, he thought.
He drove his cock deep inside of her, then shifted so he could support himself on a single hand. His other hand slid down to her pussy, honing in on her clit. At the first touch of his fingers on her clit she squeaked with surprise, but once he started rubbing it, his fingers traveling around and around in circles, she let out a long exhale before taking a sharp breath and beginning to moan.
He glanced up at her again and noticed that she was back to trembling, her breasts jiggling once again.
“God,” she cried. “More! Pound me hard and fast, this is like a long, slow tease. I want to cum hard.”
He considered her request for a moment and decided that he'd fulfill it, just not yet. He increased the pressure he was using on her clit as he continued his long, slow thrusts. Suzie trembled even harder.
“Please?” she begged. “Please pound me?”
Alright, how can I resist her begging like that. Doesn't sound like begging bothers her either. She could be a lot more of a turn on than she's already being if that's true.
He pulled his hand off her clit and braced himself on both hands again. Then he started thrusting harder, slamming into her pussy over and over. The sound of flesh striking at the end of each stroke filled the room and she gasped, her trembling becoming more and more pronounced until her entire body was shuddering, her eyes tightly closed and her breaths coming hard and fast.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” she cried.
Her body was shuddering, but the inside of her pussy was clamping down on his cock, making it harder to thrust as fast and making it even more difficult for him to not cum. Finally, he gave up and let go. He drove his cock deep into her pussy and just savored the feel of her clamping down on him.
“Gonna cum,” he said.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh...” she said. “I am already.”
Her pussy clenched even tighter then and he lost it. He felt the heat surge up through his shaft, releasing the tension that had been building in his body. His cum shot out of his cock, drawing yet another gasp from Suzie, and causing her to clamp down even harder on him.
Her pussy kept clenching on his cock, milking every last drop of cum from him and it wasn't until she started relaxing some again that he was finally willing to slide out of her.
Once he did, she shifted position rapidly, taking his cock back into her mouth. The feel of her tongue as she cleaned him with her mouth set his cock to rising again. She pulled off of it and looked at his burgeoning erection with a smirk. She gave it a light smack with her hand, barely enough to sting, and Scott looked up, surprised.
“Not now,” she said, “we've got other things to do, but I promise that I'll take care of it when we get where we're going. I'll make sure it's too tired to be getting hard again, then make it get hard for me again anyway.”
“Damn!” he said. “That was something else. And I'm talking about all of it, not just your promise there at the end.”
Suzie beamed at him.
“That, Scott, was just a quickie. After the way you made me feel? What you did to me? You find us somewhere I feel safe and there'll be a whole lot more than that,” she replied.
What have I gotten myself into? Scott wondered. Not that I'm complaining, just... Why now? When things are falling apart. I guess it's definitely motivation to get to the Retreat with her though.
He sat up, already trying to figure the best path. The map he'd gotten didn't cover all the roads back to the Retreat, but he thought it got him close enough that he'd recognize the area and be able to figure out the rest on the fly.
“So, you wanted to leave tomorrow morning?” he asked. “Should we pack up tonight? Well, you pack up anyhow, I've just got the one bag.”
“Yeah,” she said, “but first I gotta do one thing. It's not that I don't believe you, I think that having no-one here to watch me tells me there's something big going on, but...”
She pulled her clothes back on then headed out the door. There was definitely more sway to her walk now and Scott let himself enjoy the view as he followed her. Their destination was a large room with a couple of couches and a big screen television. She flicked it on and a voice boomed out, a man was yelling on the show that had been switched on.
“I'm telling you, the administration is trying to keep it from people, but there's a pandemic hitting the USA. We haven't seen the worst of it yet, people are just barely contracting it now and it takes days to get to the point where it will kill people. But it's here. It's irresponsible! Trying to cover it up is going to get a lot of people killed!”
The channel changed and he looked up to see Suzie with a remote in her hand.
“Fox,” she said. “Jake's buddies always like to watch it.”
The new channel she'd changed to showed the BBC symbol on the screen for a moment before fading in on a news room.
“Good, just in time,” she said.
They watched as the BBC news crew introduced the top stories of the day. The very top story was about a pandemic that was hitting the UK. Towards the end of that news piece, they mentioned that it was worse in several of the European and Middle Eastern countries, that it was absolutely the worst in third world countries, and they ended the piece by saying they'd had unconfirmed reports of it showing up in the United States finally as well.
Suzie clicked the television off.
“Good enough for me,” she said. “Sorry I didn't take your word for it, but...”
She held a hand parallel to the floor, then tilted it back and forth.
“I get it,” he said. “You don't know me at all. You had to verify it for yourself.”
“Yup,” she said, “but since it's verified, let's start packing. We'll grab the most important stuff first.”
She led him into the kitchen where she grabbed a pair of keys off of a rack, then down into the basement. A large metal case stood against one wall and she slid the key into a keyhole on it, then punched in a code and swung the door open.
On the inside of the door were a hosteled pair of pistols and in the rack revealed when the door was opened rested a pair of rifles and a shotgun. A quick look verified that that wasn't the shotgun Suzie had had with her earlier.
I'm sure they aren't preppers. Is this just the standard collection for a farm?
She caught him staring and smirked.
“Yeah, Jake likes his guns. Well, liked his guns anyhow. They took two of them that he had in his truck when they arrested him. These are just the ones they didn't know about when they got him, so we'll be taking them with us. Do me a favor, they've got hard cases and ammo boxes over on the shelf there,” she said pointing. “Grab those for me, okay?”
Scott laid out the hard cases on the floor behind her, opening each of them. Then he stacked the ammo boxes, five of the big metal military surplus ones, behind the hard cases. Suzie was pulling a few things out of pouches built into the door and he recognized them as magazines.
I was wishing I could've taken one of my own guns on the plane. It would've made me feel a lot safer getting home, but this will do, assuming she doesn't mind my using one.
“Any chance I can use one of these the rest of the way home?” he asked. “I've got mine, most of them anyhow, at the Retreat we'll be heading to, I kept a pistol at home for home defense.”
She looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Really? Here tell me what you think,” she said.
Suzie pulled one of the pistols off of the door and reversed it, handing the grip to him. Scott took the pistol and immediately
pointed it at the far wall, making sure not to point it at her or any part of himself on the way.
He checked the chamber first.
“Not loaded,” he said. “But it feels like the magazine is full, yes?”
She nodded.
“Got a holster for it?” he asked.
“Chamber a round for me first, I want to make sure you actually know what you're doing. It looks like it, but looks can be deceiving.”
No shit, I had no idea you were bright enough to choose BBC for your news or know firearms well. I thought you were a classic farmer's daughter, most of the stories don't have them as very bright. My fault for stereotyping.
He glanced quickly at where he thought the safety was and made sure it was on, then he quickly racked the slide, loading a bullet into the chamber. He looked up at her and she nodded, so he hit the magazine release and caught the magazine as it fell out. Then he racked the slide again to remove the bullet from the chamber. He busied himself by returning it to the magazine before looking at her again.
Suzie was beaming at him again, just as eagerly as she had been after sex.
“I like a man who knows his way around weapons, and knows how to stay safe with them,” she said.
“So I can carry this one on the way back?”
“That or any of those in the safe still.”
“This is a nine millimeter, right? What's still in the safe?”
“The other pistol is a nine also, the shotgun is a Benelli, a lot fancier than my Mossberg but otherwise I don't notice a lot of difference. The rifles are a Ruger 10/22 and a .30-06 scoped bolt action hunting rifle. I'll have my Mossberg, if that makes a difference for your choice.”
Scott stared at the Benelli for a moment, tempted. But he was pretty sure that Suzie would be just as proficient with her shotgun as she seemed to be at everything else. He sighed heavily.
“Yeah, probably the pistol is the best plan. Got a holster for it?”
“In the safe. We're going to clear it out anyhow, so give me a hand emptying it and you can snag a holster. There's several to choose from, Jake never could find one he actually liked.”
They removed the other guns from the safe, placing them in their hard cases and closing them. Scott grabbed a couple more loaded magazines for his pistol after finding a holster that had room for two magazines on its outside. With the pistol in the holster on his waist, he helped Suzie carry the guns and ammunition cases upstairs.
They stacked everything next to the back door. It had a small mudroom and as Scott set things down he was struck by the scent of their sex. He assumed it was coming from Suzie since she'd cleaned him so well with her mouth. When the scent of gun oil came snaking in, mixing with the scent of their sex, he felt like he'd been hit by a sledgehammer. He went slightly lightheaded for a moment as his erection surged to full size, then shook his head.
He looked at Suzie, who was busy stacking the hard cases so they wouldn't fall over. Her tight ass was framed by the seat of her jeans and Scott lost himself, momentarily, to fantasizing about her promise to do a whole lot more when they were safe.
Did she just mean a whole lot more of what we already did or a whole lot of other more, things we didn't do yet? Do I dare ask, or should I just wait and see. I think I'll wait, but try to guide things so there a lot of stuff we haven't done yet.
As she straightened, he reached out and cupped her ass, grabbing a quick feel. She turned, slowly, and stared at his face. Then she leaned forward and planted her lips against his, her tongue darting out into his mouth before she broke away.
“Later,” she said. “Trust me, I'm as eager for more as you are, but if things are bad out there, we'll want to be fully rested before we head out. Plus, the anticipation will both make it better and make us more careful on the way, assuming we don't get too distracted.”
She grabbed another set of keys off the rack in the kitchen and headed out the back door, Scott in tow. A barn stood across a packed dirt area and she headed for that. When she swung the door open it revealed a souped-up pickup truck. It was jacked up off the ground high enough that the steps next to each door would be necessary just to get into it. Spotlights adorned the roll bar behind the cab and it looked, to Scott, like the truck had been decked out with every tacky accessory available.
“We're taking that?” he asked.
She chuckled.
“I can hear in your voice that that would not be your first choice, so you'll be glad to know that we won't be taking that piece of shit.”
She stepped around the blinged out truck and when he followed he found an older model pickup truck, not souped up at all, with farm plates. It had rusted out in a few spots, but they'd been expertly repaired with sheet metal.
The first thing Suzie did was sling a couple of tanks and some other equipment into the back of truck while Scott was still slightly dazed. His eyes moved back and forth between the souped up truck and the farm truck, as though he couldn't believe they co-existed in the same barn.
“Since you're so fascinated by that truck, why don't you slide in the cab and grab the fire extinguisher from in there,” she said. “Or you could help me load the one we'll be taking.”
“Sorry, what are you loading anyhow?”
“My welding equipment. I've got a few skills to offer to help you convince your buddies to let me stay at your Retreat, but probably the most valuable skill I have is welding.”
“Did you do the repairs on that truck?” he asked, gesturing towards the farm truck.
She nodded, tossing another bag of something into the bed of it.
“I think that'll be a fine skill to offer,” he said.
He slid into the cab of the blinged out truck and looked around for the fire extinguisher. Before he found it, mounted under the seat, he noticed the empty gun racks on the back window of the truck.
Guess this was her husband's truck. She said they took two of his guns, right? Probably the two that were racked there.
Scott pulled the fire extinguisher out and loaded it into the back of the truck. Suzie had already finished loading her welding equipment. He didn't recognize half of it, but by this point he trusted her to know what she was doing. She turned the key in the truck and the engine started up, a bit loud and choppy, but as she nursed it along the sound smoothed out and softened a touch.
“Don't worry,” she said when he climbed into the cab with her, “She hasn't been used in a while is all. I'm not the only one that gets all grouchy when that happens.”
Scott squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.
Did she just say she gets grouchy when she isn't used? As in, used sexually? I'm sure that's what she said, but earlier on she wanted more than just to be used, didn't she? Damn it, I'll never understand women.
He gave up on that train of thought and just watched as Suzie pulled the truck up behind the back door. She hopped out of the cab and looked quizzically at the sky.
“Might get some rain tonight. We'd better put a tarp over the back after we load everything.”
“Or we could just pull the truck back into the barn after we finish,” he said.
“Huh, didn't think of that. I should've.”
They quickly loaded up all the guns and ammo from the back mud room, then Suzie headed upstairs. She came down a few minutes later with a duffel bag, filled.
“That should be all I need of my own stuff from here, except for the outfit I laid out for traveling tomorrow,” she said.
He stared at her until she cocked her head.
“What's that for?” she asked.
“Sorry, I've never met a woman who could pack so fast, or who could entirely uproot her life with just a duffel bag, before.”
“Shows what you know. I'd have taken the welding equipment over my clothes even, so a duffel bag, plus my guns, plus all my welding equipment. That make you feel any better?”
He nodded, even though he was pretty sure he still didn't agree with her. Especially about choosing her welding equ
ipment over her clothing.
She tossed the duffel into the back of the pickup, then ran it back over to the barn. When she got back into the house she sprawled in one of the kitchen chairs.
“Grab anything you want to eat,” she said. “If we're gonna leave it anyway, we might as well use it before we go.”
They spent a little while grazing through the kitchen, until both of them were full.
“Time for bed,” Suzie said. “We'll want to leave as early as we can tomorrow. If there's any trouble out there, maybe we can get by it before it wakes up.”
“There are a few small towns on the route I planned out,” he said. “But I really don't know how bad things might be.”
“If Jake's friends stopped showing up that meant that there was something they were scared of more than him. I think that means it's bad. Hell, most of them aren't bright enough to tie their own damned shoes so it must've been obvious too.”
Scott nodded.
“Where will I be sleeping?” he asked.
Her answer came so quickly that he knew she'd given it some thought.
“You can sleep in my bed with me, but we'll just be sleeping, nothing else, got it?”
He nodded. By this point in the day he was exhausted. Having traveled as much as he had on foot, the thought of a bed to collapse in was just as tempting as sex, if not more so.
They went upstairs and crawled into bed. Scott was intrigued to notice that she slept in the nude.
Assuming that's how she normally sleeps and she isn't doing it just to frustrate or tempt me, he thought as he laid down.
That was the last thought he had before drifting off to sleep.
Somewhere in the middle of the night he woke briefly, hearing the wind howl outside and rain pattering against the windows. The sounds, once he identified them, quickly lulled him back to sleep.
* * *
He woke in the morning with a decidedly nude, definitely female, body clinging to him like a limpet. He appreciated the feel of her for several seconds before his body made him aware that he really needed to do something else right away. Having seen where the bathroom was the day before, he disengaged himself from her and made his way to it.
