by Garth Owen
Taking the lamp by its handle, Maxine stood and offered her other hand to Georges. He happily followed her across the room, until she stopped before the mattress. She looked over her shoulder, smiled and said, "Can you unzip this for me. I could do it myself, but I'd have to pull some strange shapes."
Georges managed to hide any nervous trembling as he unzipped Maxine's dress. He parted the flaps, but didn't push the dress from her shoulders straight away. Instead, he leant in to kiss the side of her neck then nibble her ear. She shivered, that was nice. Even nicer was when he ran fingers through her hair, teasing her scalp.
Maxine had thought she would be taking the lead, but now that he had seen the bare skin of her back and shoulders, Georges obviously had a plan. He ran a finger down her spine as far as the zip would allow, and she found herself making little movements, her hips swaying at his touch. With his other hand, he took the lantern from her. Moving around, he placed it at the head of the makeshift bed. Maxine dropped her dress to the floor and stepped out of it.
Georges turned to face Maxine, and found her smiling at him, arms crossed over her bare breasts. All she wore was the flimsy knickers she had found in the bunker. She had known there would come a special occasion for them. Georges' expression as his gaze travelled over her body was the finest compliment possible. He took her in his arms and they kissed as he lowered her to the mattress.
The kisses and teasing continued as Maxine stretched out on the mattress, wrists crossed as she held them over her head. Georges kissed across her collar bone, then down to her breasts, nibbling at the tight nipples. She reached up to him and helped pull the shirt over his head. He had strong arms, and great muscle definition across his shoulders. She squeezed it between her fingers as he moved down, kissing the dark skin of her flat belly. When he nuzzled at her through the lace of the knickers, she grasped his hair in her hands and held him in place.
In many, wonderful, ways, Georges made love like a woman. Kisses and caresses, and all the concentration on her erogenous zones to drive her crazy. It was glorious, but there was something more he could do for her. "Fuck me. I want you in me. Now."
Georges worked his way back up Maxine's body, faster than he went down. Somewhere along the line, he had pushed his trousers down to his knees. Their lips met. She reached down and pulled the fine material aside, just as the fat head of his cock pressed against her lips. She was excited, he had turned her on so much, and he slid easily into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him there.
There had been tears, and not all of them had been from Luke. He had, just the day before, started calling them Mama and Papa- more accurately, "Ma" and "Pap"- and then they had left him with Julien and Myriam as they headed out for who knew how long.
Knowing how good Luke was at hiding in the wagon, Tony and Veronique had made certain they could see him, sulking as Julien held him, when they set off from the warehouse. Urged on by his new great-uncle, he had made a desultory wave as the wagons started moving. They waved back, trying not to look sad.
They were led out of town by the Scout buggy, piloted by Sarah, with Justine in the gunner's position. Amandine and Lucas were in wagon one with Remy. Fabien was in the passenger seat of wagon two, whilst Veronique was sat back by the gun cabinet. She had maps arrayed on the table before her, and the screen and keyboard of one of her computers within easy reach. The full technology suite had been taken out of wagon one, but she had kept one machine aside for mapping and logging their trip. They had stripped the wagons of almost everything but weapons and basic comforts. Maxine's workshop had gone from the back of wagon two, just as the computer booth had been removed. They hadn't even brought either of the quads and their trailers, trusting the inventory, which said the vault had all the loading equipment they would need.
Small groups of townsfolk congregated on corners and on balconies to watch as they left. It was still early, and only so many people were enthusiastic enough to wish them luck as they set out. Fabien spotted people he knew and waved and saluted to them. "He owes me wine. Lots of wine. He'd probably be happy if we don't make it back." he said, deadpan, about one member of the crowd.
"We aim to disappoint him." Veronique replied.
They went from low buildings close to them on each side, to taller, larger ones, set further back and without twins across the road. Ahead, the tarmacked road curved to the left and headed downhill toward the river. The buggy flicked to the right and headed off the road onto a trail up toward a stand of trees. Despite the gravel and aggregate surface of the path, the buggy still raised dust as it sped up the hill.
Wagon one swung off the road and onto the track, rumbling up it after the buggy. "Into the wilds again." Tony said as he adjusted the power balance of the motors and turned the steering wheel.
Pickers continues in-
Part 4: The Pick
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Also by Garth Owen-
The Old Woman In The Rock
B-Movie Night
Mongrels
God Hunt
1point1
Lost Picture Show
Slashed
Chosen Ones/Source
The alpine image used on the cover is copyright:janhetman / 123RF Stock Photo
