18-02-2019, 02:46 PM
Dark Division - The Capsa - Ch. 07
She awoke the next morning to silence, and could feel the heat already rising in her body. The sheets weren't soaked thank God, but she had slept naked so that she wouldn't ruin another pair of underwear. She pulled on her pajamas next to the bed - a small black tank-top and short shorts with hearts on them -before moving toward the door. She had a second thought though before leaving and pulled on the light grey robe she had before making her way to the kitchen in her bare feet. The cold of the stone hallway soothed her somehow as she was pleasantly surprised to not be overwhelmed by the male scent.
When she reached the kitchen she found a box of fruit loops on the table with a note, thus explaining the lessened male scent.
"J,
There's milk in the fridge. I had to run out for groceries and I thought I would give you some time alone. I'll be back around 1 or 2 with lunch, so until then the bunker's yours.
Kerry."
That was so nice of him. Lizzie immediately discarded the robe, enjoying her alone time was definitely a plus to be so far from other men. It was only 10, so she had plenty of time to just veg before showering and having to worry about how close she could come to Kerry. She had slept well the night before, which was a welcome change and maybe a side effect of two orgasms in one day. She ate her cereal and made her way back to her room to get her cell phone and speaker.
Not an hour later, she was perusing the bookshelves in the library with her speaker cranked up, blaring Metallica through the dusty halls. She was singing so loud as she danced around that she didn't even hear the bunker door open.
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Jeff opened the bunker door and heard music that sounded vaguely familiar. After making his way down the stairs and through the entry room, he realized it was Hit the Lights blaring from the library. He figured Lizzie was forcing Kerry to enjoy the music they both loved, which made him smile.
He was greeted with her smell when he entered, but was willing to chance it as he hadn't seen her since the night they made love. The sight he beheld made him question his decision not to jerk off before coming home.
There was Lizzie in a black tank-top with little red hearts on it. She wore no bra and as she leaned over the library table with her back to him, the shirt hung loose allowing him to see her skin to almost her tits. The tiniest of shorts covered her bottom as he leaned slightly to take in the picture of her ass exposed ever so slightly as they rode up. The intoxication of her smell and seeing her overwhelmed him and his cock sprang to life.
He stood transfixed as his eyes examined every curve on her. Each scar and small tattoo was exactly where he remembered, and with her hair up in a bun he could easily see the flat purple butterfly shaped mark on the back of her neck where she would one day be imprinted. He dropped his bag without thinking creating a loud thud, which caused her to turn around suddenly.
Lizzie heard the sound and turned around instantly. There he stood, in all his glory. Jeff looked incredible. His flannel had been discarded on his bag - the usual red shade that played so well with his eyes. He had brown boots on with light faded jeans secured by a brown belt. The Iron Maiden shirt on his chest clung to his muscles. Then, she noticed the obvious bulge in his pants and felt herself get wet instantly. The night with Jeff had never left her mind this year, often fueling her own masturbation sessions. He had been incredible and made her want more.
"Hey Jeff." Her hands clutched the edge of the table behind her; she hadn't used her vibrator yet this morning, thinking she would before her shower. Kerry wouldn't be home for at least two more hours. The smell of Jeff drifted through the air. His scent was much deeper and richer than Kerry's. It made her blood boil, and all she could think was how she could escape this stifling room so that she didn't make things awkward.
"Hey." Jeff said gruffly before striding towards her at full steam. His hands finding her face so his mouth could seize hers. She didn't hesitate kissing him back; it had been something she missed all year. His mouth was ravenous, making it clear that he too had thought of her throughout the year.
They kissed and kissed growing more and more violent with each moment. Jeff grabbed her ass cheeks lifting her up and sitting her on the library table. He brushed his arm across behind her as he lay her down. Books flew off the table and across the floor. Metallica funneled through her ears around the blood pulsing as Jeff kissed down her neck. He continued his slow descent as she writhed on the table grasping at his hair.
She awoke the next morning to silence, and could feel the heat already rising in her body. The sheets weren't soaked thank God, but she had slept naked so that she wouldn't ruin another pair of underwear. She pulled on her pajamas next to the bed - a small black tank-top and short shorts with hearts on them -before moving toward the door. She had a second thought though before leaving and pulled on the light grey robe she had before making her way to the kitchen in her bare feet. The cold of the stone hallway soothed her somehow as she was pleasantly surprised to not be overwhelmed by the male scent.
When she reached the kitchen she found a box of fruit loops on the table with a note, thus explaining the lessened male scent.
"J,
There's milk in the fridge. I had to run out for groceries and I thought I would give you some time alone. I'll be back around 1 or 2 with lunch, so until then the bunker's yours.
Kerry."
That was so nice of him. Lizzie immediately discarded the robe, enjoying her alone time was definitely a plus to be so far from other men. It was only 10, so she had plenty of time to just veg before showering and having to worry about how close she could come to Kerry. She had slept well the night before, which was a welcome change and maybe a side effect of two orgasms in one day. She ate her cereal and made her way back to her room to get her cell phone and speaker.
Not an hour later, she was perusing the bookshelves in the library with her speaker cranked up, blaring Metallica through the dusty halls. She was singing so loud as she danced around that she didn't even hear the bunker door open.
***************************
Jeff opened the bunker door and heard music that sounded vaguely familiar. After making his way down the stairs and through the entry room, he realized it was Hit the Lights blaring from the library. He figured Lizzie was forcing Kerry to enjoy the music they both loved, which made him smile.
He was greeted with her smell when he entered, but was willing to chance it as he hadn't seen her since the night they made love. The sight he beheld made him question his decision not to jerk off before coming home.
There was Lizzie in a black tank-top with little red hearts on it. She wore no bra and as she leaned over the library table with her back to him, the shirt hung loose allowing him to see her skin to almost her tits. The tiniest of shorts covered her bottom as he leaned slightly to take in the picture of her ass exposed ever so slightly as they rode up. The intoxication of her smell and seeing her overwhelmed him and his cock sprang to life.
He stood transfixed as his eyes examined every curve on her. Each scar and small tattoo was exactly where he remembered, and with her hair up in a bun he could easily see the flat purple butterfly shaped mark on the back of her neck where she would one day be imprinted. He dropped his bag without thinking creating a loud thud, which caused her to turn around suddenly.
Lizzie heard the sound and turned around instantly. There he stood, in all his glory. Jeff looked incredible. His flannel had been discarded on his bag - the usual red shade that played so well with his eyes. He had brown boots on with light faded jeans secured by a brown belt. The Iron Maiden shirt on his chest clung to his muscles. Then, she noticed the obvious bulge in his pants and felt herself get wet instantly. The night with Jeff had never left her mind this year, often fueling her own masturbation sessions. He had been incredible and made her want more.
"Hey Jeff." Her hands clutched the edge of the table behind her; she hadn't used her vibrator yet this morning, thinking she would before her shower. Kerry wouldn't be home for at least two more hours. The smell of Jeff drifted through the air. His scent was much deeper and richer than Kerry's. It made her blood boil, and all she could think was how she could escape this stifling room so that she didn't make things awkward.
"Hey." Jeff said gruffly before striding towards her at full steam. His hands finding her face so his mouth could seize hers. She didn't hesitate kissing him back; it had been something she missed all year. His mouth was ravenous, making it clear that he too had thought of her throughout the year.
They kissed and kissed growing more and more violent with each moment. Jeff grabbed her ass cheeks lifting her up and sitting her on the library table. He brushed his arm across behind her as he lay her down. Books flew off the table and across the floor. Metallica funneled through her ears around the blood pulsing as Jeff kissed down her neck. He continued his slow descent as she writhed on the table grasping at his hair.
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