Stella and Margarita - Sex in the desert sands
This is the continuing story of Stella and Margarita. You can read this as a stand-alone story, but just like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle, it will make more sense if you see the whole picture.
This chapter begins in Cunnamulla, central Queensland.
As always, there is no underage sex as required by Lit policy. But as a reader, you will have to use your imagination.
Stella and Margarita stood by the side of the road, the 'Matron' had given Major Stella Murphy an extensive First Aid kit and a phone number to talk to a 'medical' person if they needed to. Stella was hopeful that she wouldn't need to.
They watched the black silhouette of the helicopter ascend quietly and disappear into the night sky.
Stella stared at it disappearing then cursed loudly, "FUCKING HELL." She felt little Mags holding onto her arm, she looked down at her, smiled, and kissed her sweetly.
Mag's eyes seemed brighter and her smile helped the Major relax, just a little.
Stella helped her into the land cruiser, "How are you feeling babe?" She asked as she felt her forehead and then her pulse. Which was now stronger but not perfectly normal.
"Sore, cold, but happy." She told her. "I was so scared, I almost had the gun ready when they came for me, if only I was 5 centimetres taller I would have had it and then you wouldn't be indebted to whoever those people are."
"We need to get you some clothes babe, right now you look like little orphan Annie," She looked at her lover, hugged her and told her, "Babe, I am so proud of you, you are so brave, taking on those thugs in the dark of night, and you had no idea who they were, but that didn't stop you."
"I think they hurt Bluey, he took them all on. Is he you know, is he ok?"
"Do you mean is he dead?" Stella asked her looking straight into her eyes.
"Oh, no don't say that, please don't say that." She was begging for it not to be true.
Stella hugged her again, "you are such a soppy person at times, NO your Bluey is not dead, he has a gash on his head, that will need a few stitches and a few busted ribs, he will be with us before too long. Deirdre is looking after him."
"Oh good, I like Deirdre, she is a good vet. Will she know where to send him, I mean I don't even know where we are going."
"We are going to Broome, there you will recover and get your strength back and then we will decide what to do next," Stella told her. Stella opened the first aid kit and took out some mild pain relief tablets, got a bottle of cold water from the esky, which she knew would be in the back. "And yes, she will know where to send him,"
"Now take these I will drive first, we are heading to Innamincka which will take us about 8 hours babe, so you sleep and we can take a break when we get there. But first I am going to drop that bike off to someone. Can you drive a manual?"
"What's a manual?" Asked Margarita knowing full well what it was.
"Oh my God, this is going to be a long trip!" And they both burst out laughing as Mags grabbed her side, "Ouch, don't make me laugh, it hurts."
Stella kicked the bike into life and headed off, Mags follow suit, only crunching the gears a few times before her training all came back to her.
Stella found the service station and put the bike up against the front door, she scribbled a note that simply said, 'Matron sends her regards'.
"Move over hon, I will drive through the night, you rest up."
"OK, but I will drive from there to Broome, all right?" Mags told her, which was met with a 'yeah sure babe' look. Stella turned on her special forces GPS and headed off. She kept a loaded pistol in the side door panel as well as the gun around her ankle. She drove on into the night. Mags fell asleep almost straight away. Stella settled into a nice steady, lazy 110km/hr on the bitumen road then down to 70km/hr where it turned to gravel. The change of road surface woke Mags who yawned, looked at Stella smiled and leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Hi, I miss you when you go away." She told her in her sleepy voice.
"Do you now, I miss you too," Stella replied.
Margarita rested her hand on Stella's thigh and eased it up slowly. "I'm driving here," She was told.
"Yes, I can see that, so best keep your eyes on the road then." As her hand went in search of a zipper.
"Mags babe, if you are frisky sweetie, let me pull over and we can do it properly," Stella said as her legs opened invitingly.
"I'm good, you keep driving and don't hit any trees," Mags told her as the zipper came down.
"Margarita this is not a good idea, let me stop. Please, babe."
"If you stop driving I stop playing, this is a fantasy of mine - well doing it at 100 miles an hour was my actual fantasy and I was driving and you were Brad Pitt." She explained
"Brad Pitt hey, you're not going straight on me are you?"
"I was 13 at the time. I started self-gratification early." She said with a shrug of her shoulders "You have to ask that sort of question with my hand inside your knickers. That would be a big No Way." She answered as her fingers run up along a moist set of thick lips. The car sped up a little as her fingers reached a button that she captured between her thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, oh, oh, shit, oh yes, oh my god, yes, oh fuck, stop baby, stop before I prang the car."
"You stop and I will stop," Mags replied as she searched for her opening with her middle and ring fingers, and started to enter her lover.
"Oh babe, this is so dangerous" as the car hit 80kms/hr. "Babe this is too dangerous I have to stop."
As Mags pushed her two fingers deep into Stella who raised her bum off of the seat to greet her fingers.
"Too dangerous you say, wasn't it you that broke into a house tonight and rescued me from 'those' people, and you say this is dangerous."
She moved over closer still and started to drive her fingers in deeper and faster as she hung onto Stella's neck. She nibbled on her ear as she felt Stella's body start to react. First it was small murmurs, then she felt her muscles contract as her climax started, Stella screamed out and slammed on the brakes as her orgasm shook her violently from the insides.
The Land cruiser broke into a screeching, gravel-filled four-wheel braking action, the car started to turn sideways in the gravel and fortunately, they didn't hit the build-up of gravel on the side of the road. That surely would have flipped them over.
Stella held onto Mags to break her forward movement, as obviously, she had to undo her seat belt to get at Stella. They looked into each other's eyes. Silently Stella moved her face and kissed Mags with a passion that sent further waves of lust through little Margarita's body. "I should spank you so hard for doing such crazy stuff."
"But you won't, cause you luvs me," Mags replied in a sheepish voice and with big eyes looking at Stella.
Stella shook her head slowly and leaned back as Margarita started to lick her fingers slowly and invitingly. As she now laid back she started to drag the oversized tracksuit pants down, collecting her tiny panties along the way. As she removed them, she open her legs to Stella, who undid her seat belt and turned the engine off, moved the gear stick out of the way and buried her face into the small tight smooth shaven mound of her lover. She placed her hands under her backside and as if scooping a handful of water from a still pond and took to her sweet core.
Stella took her time, letting her tongue taste every sweet droplet of moisture that came from Margarita's hidden well and using the tip of her tongue she edged it in between those tight sweet lips and ran it from the bottom to the tip where she felt a small pearl-like pebble. Mags shuddered and moaned as she wrapped her legs around Stell's shoulders. She wasn't comfortable but with her eyes closed she still felt good and the movement of her hips mated with the movement of Stella's tongue.
Stella moved her pinky fingers to her rosebud but kept her mouth full, captivating Margarita's mound, sucking on her clit and then pushing her tongue into her core. Her moaning was getting louder and louder and her hips moving faster and faster, she grabbed hold of Stella's head and tried to hold it against her, she felt a rumbling coming. She heard a loud roaring, "OH, oh, oh." She cried as she was about to explode.
Then she heard the sound of a road train braking and the noise of a horn being blasted, as the three-trailer road train came slowly to a halt. Stella lifted her head as Mags went looking for her trackie daks and panties. "Shit," Stella said aloud, "stay here babe." As she got out of the cruiser and waved a hand at the driver.
The driver didn't move and looked down at Stella from his cabin, not smiling, not frowning just looking at her bored shitless, Stella guessed. "Sorry mate, I fell asleep and just stopped."
"Did you now?" he replied as Margarita's little head appeared over the dashboard of the land cruiser. He scratched his 3-day growth as he spied Margarita then looked back at Stella and told her in his outback tone, "Well, you're fucking awake now, so move it off the fucking road, you stupid cow. And do your fucking in the layby's that way you won't get yourself killed. For fuck sake."
Stella looked at the land cruiser and glared at Mags, who smiled and waved. Stella was thinking to herself as she marched back to the vehicle 'you're not helping Mags'.
The driver of the road train just sat there, glaring at them both, as Stella started the car, threw it into gear, and took off in a hurry. Sending gravel spewing out of the rear wheels as she went around the road train.
"Wow this is a long semi, isn't it," Mags stated realising that Stella wasn't in the mood for small talk. She kept quiet for a short time until shouldn't any longer. "Babe, we need to stop,"
"Why," was all that Stella asked.
"I need to pee, babe, and we haven't eaten for ages," Mags answered.
"Next layby, ok, only another 70 clicks or so, about an hour. Can you hold onto it?"