Day Four:
It was something like late morning when we finally awoke, cold and shivering, naked on the mattress with only our mutual body heat to keep us warm. Luckily it was still summer.
I lit the fire and made tea.
The fire was a risk, the smoke from the chimney being visible to scavengers against the sky. However, warming us up was a priority. Tea was the easiest hot drink these days, foil wrapped tea bags were light weight and still easy to find in most households. And when you were cold and thirsty a lack of milk and sugar didn't matter at all. Hot, strong and black.
Coffee was possible but a glass jar or metal can were heavier and bulkier.
I heated up some tinned soup which Emily ate straight from a sauce pan I found downstairs. Some dried fruit in the pantry added a little extra sweetness after the soup. I wasn't hungry and the tea was enough for me.
As the soup was heating through, Emily nipped to the bathroom with some stream water to bathe and dress, so in the meantime I pulled the covers from the window and looked out.
That was when I estimated the time of day and that was also when I saw how heavily the rain was coming down. You could hear it on the roof of course, kind of calming and exhilarating at the same time, I always liked the sound of rain.
But I didn't particularly enjoying spending ten hours walking in it, which was the prospect for the day. However, we were only about a day or so from the coast by my map reading and guesswork.
Emily was adamant, by the time she came back upstairs and stared out of the window while she sipped her soup, she did not want to go anywhere while this rain was coming down as it was.
I tried to convince her that we were so close to our destination and that one last push and we'd be home free and the longer we stayed in one spot the more danger we were putting ourselves in. Especially if we kept the fire going, as we seemed to be doing.
She argued that the smoke would be lost against the gray skies and that scavengers would most likely be sheltering indoors too. Which, I had to admit, was probably true.
And then she downright manipulated me. Ensuring that she got her way.
"Let's hold up here for a few hours, at least until the rain stops. I'm sure we can think of something to do to pass the time." She said with a little sultry flush to her cheeks and the tiniest of alluring smiles.
And she illustrated her intention by playfully running her palms down the sides of the gray cotton, low-cut, sleeveless top she was wearing. It hugged and lifted her small breasts and was an empire line design, the ruched and flared hem cascading down from under her bust.
She wore tight jeans that hugged and lifted her arse, making it look succulent and mouth-wateringly sexy.
My cock went up and my desire to go outside diminished simultaneously.
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"Oh God you taste so good." Emily panted as we kissed.
She was licking at the sweat that trickled down my face, throat and then my chest and abdomen, between mutually hungry French kisses.
"I don't know what it is! Your tongue, your sweat, even your breath is sweet like honey. I can't get enough!" She moaned hotly.
She was slaking me with her tongue all over my mouth and face.
I was happy enough, even though it was a bit weird of her. I had my hands down the inside of her unzipped jeans, clutching and squeezing her firm, pliant arse cheeks while I chased her tongue with my lips, catching and sucking on it, before I let her go back to chasing down more rivulets of my sweat. I had already gulped down two Viagra and my cock was like a solid iron bar in my combat pants.
"You really like my arse don't you!?" She laughed breathily.
"Sexually, it's your best feature." I replied honestly. Squeezing and fondling her buttocks.
"Dean always liked my arse." She muttered.
I spotted the momentary misty, far away look in her eyes and her excitement waned, for a moment as grief and guilt reared their ugly heads. But then she visibly shook her head, freeing herself from the funk and the fire returned to her eyes.
Satisfied, I kissed a quick half-hearted path down to her tits and then spent a few moments sucking on her nipples and laying my tongue all over the perky orbs of her not quite handful tits.
She panted and stroked my hair, enjoying my attentions on her tits and ass and I felt the little quivers running through her body. Those annoying tingles started up against in my fingers and toes, well actually they were crawling right through the palms on my hands and the balls of my feet now. I didn't let it distract me though and went to town with my lips, tongue and teeth on her nipples and areolae.
She lowered herself a little and I felt her hand, at long last, press against my bulging cock. She let out a little moaning breath.
"You're so fucking big, Jay." She moaned, hungry for me which made me ten times more horny for her, "I want it up my arse again."
"Take it in your mouth first." I said, then had another idea. "D'you wanna sixty-nine for a bit?"
"Okay, but not in here..." She pouted, looking around the attic room with a heavy, exasperated look.
"...I'm bored being cooped up in here. Let's go downstairs. It's safe enough. You checked all the rooms for monsters didn't you."
"Okay." I agreed without much thought, following the insistence of my erection.
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We found ourselves in the slightly musty smelling but light and roomy sitting room and at once occupied the large and deep window seat. I wondered about the centrally positioned sofa, it faced the chimney breast mounted television and was side on to the window, which was large and reached almost to the floor, but under it was the deep and well padded window seat and Emily wanted the light on us while we fucked so we went straight for the window. It looked out onto the front garden and beyond that a field to the left and woods to the right.
Of course, I wasn't interested in the room or the view. And neither, as it happens, was Emily. All we were interested in was each other's bodies.
We didn't waste any time in getting down to it on the deep and comfortable window seat.
I quickly settled down on the thickly padded cushions and pulled Emily up on top of me, head to toe with her thighs spread on either side of my chest and my fully fledged erection jutting straight up at her face.
We got straight to the mutual oral action, Emily going down on my shaft, all the way down, until I felt her tongue stabbing out to flick at my pubic hair while she worked my swollen crown deep in her throat. I, meanwhile, grabbed her arse cheeks in a tight two handed grip and spread them apart and then pulled her dripping pussy down onto my face.
I started with long, slow licks across and up and down her splayed lips, before burying my tongue between them and lapping at her vaginal orifice. I listened out for the rise in her appreciative moans and once she was really starting to pant and her juices were flowing properly, I pressed my lips over her clitoris and started sucking.
Her volume and mewling noises started to grow immediately and between sucks I started to ply the rough surface of my tongue to her engorged clit. And she started to go wild, all but forgetting about my erection in her thunderous sexual pleasure. I switched between the surface of my tongue, the firm tip of the organ and my suctioning lips over her clit and her wildness and noisiness only intensified.
Without stalling my oral attack, I slid two fingers into her vagina and started to finger her as well, thrusting very fast and deep and working my tongue faster and faster until fingers and tongue were practically synchronised.
She came with a loud squeal, rocking and gyrating against me, moaning and calling my name between the Ohhh's and the Yesss's.
I didn't let up for a second and her orgasm peaked and then leaped straight up into another even bigger one and this time she blasted juices over my face and fingers.
I was going to carry on and see if I could get her to cum a third time but my tongue was numb, my fingers were cramping and between the panting and breathy moans, she was pleading with me to stop. So I gave in. Against my better judgment I have to say.
I lay there underneath her, sucking the juice from my tingling fingers and enjoying the consistent pleasurable throbbing that emanated from my still surging erection. And then it was suddenly engulfed once again in the hot, damp, lush, cavern of Emily's mouth and throat.
She blew me like no one had ever done it before and I lay there in a glorious golden stupor. Floating in my erotic bliss and enjoying the throbbing heat and succulent constriction of the bloated crown of my shaft popping in and out of her throat over and over again. The hot wetness of her saliva coating and tricking down my shaft to pool in my matted pubic hair.
My fingers were gently stroking the lips of her pussy and the moist heat of the little mouth between them and I knew then and there where I wanted to be.
"Get up Em, it's time to fuck." I grunted with a new urgency.
I wanted to be inside her, before the desire to blast my load down her throat became too great.
I shuffled back off the window seat onto my haunches on the floor while Emily quickly rolled onto her back and spread her legs for me, grabbing the backs of her knees and pulling her legs up and back so her hips lifted up, elevating her ass and expectantly exposing her anus for me.
"Hurry..." She moaned, panting, practically begging for it.
But I was after some pussy action for a change and I ignored the offering of her ass hole.
