Saoirses Adventures Ch 02

Saoirse's Adventures Ch. 02: The Golden Hour

Saoirse awoke on a ratty old couch. A small window near the ceiling let in weak violet light, and it was more than enough for Saoirse to see the bare room around her. A disused desk and file cabinet sat in the corner, and Saoirse had her skirt and panties from the day before slung over a file cabinet drawer, drying. She'd brought another change of clothes, but didn't feel the need to put them on: she was alone in the sprawling building complex, and it was noticeably warmer than outside. It felt good to strut around in her underwear, and it left her tail free to swish and stretch behind her.

Saoirse was half renoige; she looked very human, except for her catlike ears and fluffy knee-length tail, both the same pale yellow as her braided waist-length hair.

The sun would rise soon, starting the "golden hour," the short window of time after sunrise and before dusk when the lighting outside is at its best. Having missed it the day before, Saoirse had her camera out and prepared so she could pick it up. Saoirse slipped on her spare flip-flops, grabbed her camera, and tiptoed out into the hall.

Saoirse had camped out in an office on the second floor, with a window facing away from the lake. With the left-behind couch and an unlocked bathroom across the hall, it was the perfect little base of operations.

Though she did need to go, Saoirse passed the bathroom by, scrolling through and deleting extra photos on her memory card to free up space for more.

When Saoirse looked up about a minute later, she was back in the office room with the large windows from the day before. The puddle she'd made there was as she'd left it, and she felt a guilty throb in her clean panties. The sky was dark, and the camp set up by the people staying on the lake was too.

"Looks like I'm early," Saoirse declared to the empty room. Her voice echoed feebly and died on the worn carpet. The sky began to lighten, and Saoirse waited at a carefully-picked spot on the floor.

Over the next ten minutes, Saoirse took about a dozen quick shots of the blown-out building over the foggy lake. As Saoirse moved on, her bladder spasmed painfully. She ignored it: she only really needed pictures of one more area. After that she could go find a bathroom.

A door from the large room led down a flight of stairs to a long hallway. An exit to the docks sat at the end, but the double push doors were chained shut. That wasn't the only way out though: a pair of conference rooms also sat along the hallway, each of them with relatively large windows. Even better, none of those windows were visible from the lake.

When Saoirse entered the nearest conference room, she noticed that it had a nice composition and snapped a picture before proceeding to the window. The latch was easy to flip, and when she checked there was no screen.

"Perfect," Saoirse whispered to herself, grasped the cord on the blinds, and started to pull-

Thump!

The noise had come from outside. Saoirse dropped the cord and peered out between the blinds.

Something moved near the fence line, and Saoirse recognized the outline of large black-feathered wings, attached to-

"Him again," whispered Saoirse when she noticed the black-winged man she'd seen the day before. He strode across the area behind the building, directly toward the darkened window where she stood. His eyes squinted against the morning sunlight, and he wore his patterned swim shorts with a hoodie over the top with his curly shoulder-length dark hair swept up into a ponytail. He was whispering something as he approached.

"Oooh, I gotta piss, I gotta go," he breathed, stopping right next to the window. He was close enough for Saoirse to see the small details of his face, and not only was Saoirse now certain she knew him from somewhere, she knew there was something different about him as well. But what? Saoirse blew out a quiet breath in frustration.

The winged man pulled down the front of his shorts and his penis readily popped out, almost fully erect. Saoirse's crotch throbbed, and she ignored it. She was too tired to chastise herself.

"Come on," sighed the winged man. A fast drip of urine sprang out, lasting only a few seconds before it stopped completely. "No no no, come on, come on," the man half-whispered. He was visibly swelling and failed to let out any more. Giving up, he glanced over his shoulder toward the camp.

"Looks like no one's up yet," he sighed and grasped his dick. The irony of that statement made Saoirse grin. She wanted to giggle, but if she could hear him through the glass, she reasoned that he would be able to hear her too.

The winged man moaned softly and closed his eyes while he masturbated. He sped up smoothly and was starting to get into it when his wing twitched, grazing the window hard enough to crack the glass. The winged man's grunts of pain drowned out the gasp of surprise that escaped Saoirse. He looked like he was about to double over, but he didn't.

"Owwww," panted the man, trying his best to stay quiet. He reached back and gingerly tested his wing joints. "That...whew. That didn't hurt as much as I thought it would," he breathed. He resumed stroking, pulling his wings protectively around himself and turning toward the window.

The winged man seemed to work at himself for a long time, his face reddening.

"Come on, come on," he grunted.

Meanwhile, a hot splash in Saoirse's panties reminded her that she'd consumed most of her water the night before. She clenched up and the urgency slowly ebbed away.

When Saoirse looked back up, the winged man was still at it, grunting, twitching, and gyrating somewhat ridiculously. Holding up his shirt, he gathered it up and bit down on the fabric. He glanced up for a split second and seemed to make direct eye contact with Saoirse just before he unleashed half a dozen bursts of white liquid. A large amount of it spattered the window, enough. He kept pumping at himself until it stopped coming out and sagged sideways against the wall next to the window. His wing spasmed again, and added a crack to the one he'd already made.

"Darn it...Stupid cheap...window," the winged man panted. He rested against the wall, catching his breath.

Saoirse pawed at the damp crotch of her panties. Her clitoris, in response to both her growing need to urinate and what she'd seen outside the window, swelled, throbbing restlessly. Another Renoige physical trait of Saoirse's was her elongated, hyena-like clitoris. It functioned much like a penis most of the time, except that she could potentially give birth through it, and it could retract for penetration. Renoige clitorises were often the same size as or larger than the retractable penises of their anatomical male counterparts. Saoirse pulled aside her underwear and maneuvered her half-erect clit free. She was already dripping, and let go, spraying the wall beneath the window.

"Ahhh, finally," the winged man sighed. Saoirse peered out just in time to watch his flow start. He stood up shakily and turned toward the window, splashing the glass. He seemed to be aiming at the cum spatters, but also concentrated a pressurized jet at the cracks. If the glass wasn't there, Saoirse thought feverishly, he'd be hitting-...

"The blinds," the small voice in the back of Saoirse's mind chided. "He'd be pissing on the blinds." As if in defiance, Saoirse's clitoris pulsated harder. Saoirse's hand drifted downward. She still had no idea who he was, and the only thing separating them was a cracked window. Saoirse absently began running her finger along the shaft of her clitoris.

After what seemed like a short eternity, the winged man finished peeing and yawned, "Good as new...almost, anyway." He surveyed the cracks he'd made with his wing. Saoirse shrank back when the man's eyes focused on the unlocked window latch.

"It's unlocked?" he said to himself. "Hmm...No one's gonna be up for a couple of hours..."

Saoirse didn't wait around to see whether the man would open the window and skittered away. She'd be staying in the building for at least three more days, so there was plenty of time to get more photos. For now, Saoirse closed all the doors behind her on her way back to her little home base.

The thermal blanket Saoirse had brought crinkled when she sat down on the couch. It was only 5:53 am, so she decided to look through her photos, after which she'd have a much-needed pee, a wash, and a long nap. She leaned over to grab the camera's charger cord and instantly dropped off to sleep.