"Hey, you know I have a low pain threshold," he replied, pulling her to him and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She leaned her head on his shoulder. This was normally odd as she really didn't care for public displays of affection. He shrugged it off though as currently there weren't people around.
"You are so going to get it," she replied, "You won't know what hit you, the next thing you and the rest of the team will be captured and we'll be victorious!"
He turned to look at her. A bead of sweat started to drip down her face. He reached over and caught drop of sweat at her chin. She simply smiled as they stopped at the "base."
The base was a small little building, just enough to keep some elements out. He looked around, the blue flag was still there, but no one else was there.
"No one is guarding the flag!" he said as he picked up the flag from the ground and brought the "prisoner" inside.
"Hey that's cheating!" she said.
"Someone has to guard the flag," he said, "And I'm not staying out there with even more skeeters and frying in the sun. I'll wait for someone to come back. For a guy that wants to win the bet he's really stupid."
"Bet?" Christi asked as she sat down on one of the wooden deck chairs that were in the small building.
"Yeah, Jarod and John have a bet on the outcome of the game. Jarod mentioned it, but wasn't able to give me any details about it or the bet would be off," he said sitting down next to her, and then leaned back his chair. Christi seemed to like this idea herself, as she leaned her chair back. In the back of his mind he hoped the game would be over quickly and someone would come back soon to say that it was over, but he was hoping to have some alone time with her. He turned his head and noticed that she was huffing and puffing a bit at the air. Looking up he noticed that she was keeping a feather afloat. She blew it away a bit, out of her airspace, and he smiled, and blew up at the air, blowing the feather back up. She laughed. He liked her laugh. He couldn't think of many things that he didn't like about her. It was almost like opposites attracted when it came down to them.
The feather play continued for a moment until a hard, heavy gust of wind came through the small shack. Bill sat up and looked out one of the glassless windows as the sky started to get gray. It didn't take long before it started to downpour. He got up from his chair and exited the building. It was hot outside, the cool water would help. He had his eyes closed as he looked up at the sky, and felt two arms around him.
"Captured," Christi's voice said. He turned around and she ran from him giggling. They chased each other in the rain for a short period of time until he caught her again, though he had a funny feeling that she let him catch her. He brushed a bit of her wet bangs from her eyes and looked into her eyes. He could easily get lost in her eyes, as his hand brushed against her cheek. In an instant, the two of them started to kiss. It was one of those things where you didn't know who initiated it. He just knew that his arms were wrapped around her, and her arms were wrapped around him. Her fingernails gouged through his own t-shirt as the two of them kissed passionately, as if their lives depended on it. He picked her up and brought her back inside for some protection from the elements. Anyone could come at any moment trying to get protection from the rain. He put her down on her feet inside and she immediately jumped at him again, backing him up against the wall. She ran her hands up inside his shirt and removed it from his torso.
Two could play at this game he thought as he pulled her own wet shirt over her head. He pushed her back onto one of the lounge chairs and hovered over top of her, diving for one more kiss on the lips before kissing his way across her jaw and down her neck. His hands brushed over her wet shoulders and moved her bra straps down off of them. She stopped him for a moment and unhooked her bra. He kissed her again as she did this and took both of her plentiful breasts into his hands. This was a real woman. He hated those women that looked like sticks with legs. Christi had perfect curves as he massaged her breasts as he kissed along the top of her cleavage. She moaned gently to this, causing him to go back and forth between each of her nipples on her breasts. He started to kiss down the valley of her breasts, moving his hands down from her breasts and down to her shorts. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them, and with one movement brought the shorts and her panties down, tossing them to the side. She looked at him with a look of pleasure on his face as he lifted one of her legs and started to kiss up her inner thigh from her knee, planting small tongue flicks all the way up till he got to her shaved lips. He took his time as he licked the outside of the lips, causing slight gasps from her.
He circled his way around her lips, his hands stroking up her hips and abs. He tilted his head slightly and slipped the tip of his tongue partially inside her.
"Oh Bill," she whispered as he started to run the tip of his tongue up and down her slit. It was already wet, and it was good. He slid more of his tongue in and continued the up and down motion that he started, which brought out some grunts and gasps from her as she started to open up for him in arousal. He decided to start using what turned out to be a gift, as he flattened his tongue extremely wide. He brought a hand down to make sure she stayed open and he started to do full licks. His tongue covered over entrance and then fully ran over her clit. He continued this process getting louder moans and more gasps. He took her clit into his mouth and started to suck on it, nibbling at it occasionally, but primarily sucked and tapped his tongue against it. Two fingers went inside of her and wiggled around her insides, causing her to squirm and moan in pleasure. He removed his fingers from inside of her and slipped his tongue inside of her.
"Oh god, Oh Bill," she cried out in pleasure as he used his nose to rub at her clit as he scraped her inner walls with his tongue, swirling it around her entrance instead of thrusting it in and out. He felt her legs clamp around his head as she screamed out in pleasure, the flow of wetness attacked his tongue.
