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.
