A Loving Night in the Desert
We had made it out of the Xtrax building without being discovered by the Russians, but I was still shaking. Scott drove quickly, but I couldn't tell what direction we were going in. I put my head between my knees and tried to pull myself together. My jumpsuit and underwear were completely soaked with sweat. Stinky, nasty adrenalin sweat. What a comedown from the elegant female of three hours ago.
Scott inquired, nervously, "You going to lose it? I can pull over."
Keeping my bent over position, I said quietly, "No, I think I'm all right. WhatÕs this about an escape vehicle and moving to a secret location?"
He laughed, "That's a joke between Alphonse and me. The escape vehicle is that fancy RV we were in this afternoon. No one could escape anybody in that thing."
Sitting up, I pulled down the zipper on my jumpsuit, took off my bra and held it under his nose.
"You smell that, you good for nothing, no account techno brother! Three hours ago, you had me feeling like the fanciest woman in Scottsdale, and now I smell like a cheap whore downtown! Speaking of fancy, you better have a fancy plan for getting back into my good graces."
I sat there in stony silence, waiting for him to say something or notice that my breasts with very stiff nipples were peeking out of my suit.
"Um, Karen, I'm really sorry... I got carried away with blocking those bums that bought Xtrax from selling my work. Um..."
He had turned to look at me and noticed the bare boobs. Then noticed the smile on my face. I leaned over, pulled his ears, kissed him on the side of his mouth, and bit him on his neck.
"Um, so you're not really mad at me?"
"I'm really, really mad at you for spoiling a perfect evening, but it was for a good cause, and maybe, just maybe, you can make it up to me some way."
He reached over and fondled the nearest breast, then pinched its nipple. I sucked in my breath and said, "You're not supposed to attack me while driving."
"Well then," he said, "we'd better stop driving." He was pulling into the trailer park where the fancy RV was located.
"Alphonse's people will come and get this in a few minutes. I'm going to make the disconnects on the RV, and then we will be leaving too. If you don't mind, I'm not going to tell you where we are going until we get there, so in case we are stopped for some reason, you can say I took you against your will and you had no idea where I was taking you."
"Do I get to clean up?"
"The shower works even when we are moving and there is plenty of hot water."
After using up half the water tank, I was feeling a lot better. I threw on a tee shirt, then reached for a clean pair of shorts and thought better of it. I turned out the light and went forward through the curtain. We were moving down a freeway at 70 and the RV was riding well.
"Better?" he asked.
"Better," I responded.
I reached up, took his hand from the wheel and put it between my legs. "I want you."
He rubbed me and I immediately gushed on his hand.
"You ARE feeling better."
"When?" I asked.
He reached into a pocket beside him, handed me an unmarked bottle and said, "Take one of these with a whole glass of water, climb into that bed back there, and when you wake up, I'll be all over you."
He leaned over and gently pinched my nipple again.
Chapter 6 - Meeting Francine
It was still dark when I turned over, but there was light in the east. Someone's warm skin was up against me. I had to pee.
The warm skin was a man. I could tell because his penis was stiff and pressing against my thigh. I tried to remember what happened yesterday and where I was. I had to pee.
I was in Arizona. This body had to be my brother, Scott. I didn't know any other males in Arizona except maybe big black Alphonse. I had to pee.
I crawled over the body, which groaned, and sat down on the toilet. There wasn't any privacy and my pee streamed noisily.
The body with the penis got up and came over in front of me. He squatted down on my thighs, pointed his cock between my legs, and let go. He pulled my head back and kissed me. His other hand was rubbing my tits. He'd said he would be all over me and he was. I reached down and squeezed him. He was getting bigger and harder, but kept on peeing. When we were done, he lifted me up and then just stood there, hugging me and kissing me. I wondered if I could pretend it was still last night and my exotic perfume had seduced him.
No such luck. He put warm water on a clean cloth and wiped me and then himself. He opened the fridge and got out the juice and a dark mystery bottle. Five drops of mystery liquid, and then filled the glasses with juice.
He handed one to me and held his up to mine. "A toast to us. I love you, dear sister. I respect you. I admire you."
I put the glass down and hugged him as hard as I could, crying into his chest.
"Pull yourself together," I said to myself. "Where did all this gushy girl stuff come from?"
He was hugging me back, but his male weapon was now between my legs and slowly humping me.
With one arm still around him, I took another swallow of juice and said, "Are you... are we... um?"
"Yes," he said. "Drink that down and come back to bed."
He climbed into the far side and raised the blind. We were under a long canopy of cottonwood trees, almost completely hidden. Sunlight was now filtering through the trees. He opened the window and dry, fragrant desert air flowed in.
This is pretty damn romantic, I said to myself, and climbed into his arms.
My body wanted loving, his body wanted loving. Maybe the bodies were more interested than our groggy brains were, rebounding from all the excitement of yesterday.
He was big and hard, I was warm and wet. We came together like the parts were engineered for each other.
