by Logan Knight
Nadia ran her hands across my chest before she began to untie the knot near my throat. A moment later, she moved to my pants while another pair of hands, Alena’s, pulled my shirt over my head.
She tossed it aside and wrapped her arms around me, hard nipples and soft breasts pressing into my back while her hands explored my chest and stomach.
Little lightning bolts of pleasure shot down my spine as she licked and nibbled my earlobe. Every heavy breath tickled the little hairs on my neck and made me want her more and more.
Nadia finished untying my pants and gently lifted them past my throbbing manhood. She helped me step out of them and my boots and began rubbing my legs and then my shaft.
I let out an involuntary gasp when I felt the warmth of Nadia’s mouth envelop me. She started moving and rolling her tongue against me, and I gasped again.
Alena laughed softly but let out her own gasp when I reached behind me, found her wetness, slipped a finger between her folds, and began to massage the little nub near the top. She sighed and spread her feet further apart in response, giving me easier access as she encouraged me to continue.
The women lowered themselves and me to the blanket, and we became a tangle of hot, sweaty bodies. I tasted them, and they tasted me. For a while, the world disappeared, and we were happy.
We had enough supplies to last several more days. It didn’t look like any of us planned on leaving before we needed to.
The End