chapter thirty-eight, Tuesday:5thnovember2013 the h2o
“This all sounds incredible Barbara,” Pete adds trying to diffuse a fraught moment, a skill which serves her well in her job I have no doubt. Enjoying her meal, being suitably complimentary about the cooking and looking incredible too, bloody hell. Our knives and forks have long stems that end in a point, so used upside down they offer chopsticks option, most of us are using them this way. “Why stop here?” She asks. Barbara's face lights up instantly, finally someone has asked the right question, yes, she'll love Pete that's for certain.
I look over at Daniel, he remains passive and quiet, he just chews in rhythm, thinking.
“Exactly,” Graham is animated. “Once we perfect the process we can transport the design anywhere, we are working on portable desalination units, so we can clean and pipe seawater too.” sounds incredible.
“If our process works, we can bring water to practically anywhere on earth.” Adds Barbara, “and that my friends, is the real treasure.”
Clearly she doesn't have horses then, they are the true treasure.
We all agree it sounds interesting, and finish our meal accompanied by a chilled bottle of Cloudy Bay. It seems to have lost a little of its taste, must be the sterile air down here pumped from a unit high on the wall. We chatter over dessert, dark rich chocolate cake, finally relaxing, asking questions leaving everyone drinking coffee and chattering. I’m not allowed to drink coffee it fires my synapses, so I take the opportunity to leave the room, hugging my cup of tea as a prize.
I wander out to the main 'hanger' and marvel at the amount of work that must have gone into building this water processing plant. Its then I hear a scratching at the door, a sliding like someone's leaning against it, a popping sound then aloud crash from outside the double doors. Someone out there is still alive and pissed as hell. He's banging on the five inch thick metal sheet door, I can hear muffled cries, shouting, and then silence. Daniel comes out behind me wraps his strong arms around my waist and holds me close nuzzling the back of my neck. Is now the time, really. I'm enjoying his hot breath on my neck, it's been too long.
“I’m going to f*ck you so hard the second I get the chance.” and kisses my face. Hardly Mills & Boon I’d have to admit, but nice all the same.
Then we both hear it, a mechanical sound, like drilling or sawing.
Bugger, I’d like to have heard the rest of Daniels plan.
We hear a loud 'pop', and a hiss and pressurised water from the hydraulic door arms escapes into the room, it snakes and spins it’s free end as the pressurised vapour is released. I begin to wonder how long it’ll take whoever it is to get through that unbreakable door. “They're breaking through the unbreakable door!” I yell, deciding not long.
Stan is immediately at my side, “they won't get through that.” He sounds convinced but his eyes show another emotion entirely. He checks his firearm again and the rounds in it. He returns it to its holster and goes to check his bag, for the fortieth time today. Its obsessive compulsive.
Nigel is quiet, this kind of municipal sparkle clean, static free environment is very far from his natural environment. There's nothing here for him at all, so he sits silently, cleaning his glasses and reading the extensive notes he made in his notebook.
Liza is worried about Kurt clearly, she hasn't left his side since we arrived down here, she flips her hair at him and he seems happy with her attempt to lift his spirits. He seems fine actually.
Pete and James sit opposite each-other at the table, perfect manners the pair of them. Chatting politely with Graham and Barbara.
Stan, he is checking the batteries in his torch.
Like me but different, his need to be in control of himself completely, to be ready, to be standing by, learned during training in the military but predisposed by personality. It calms him to check and double check his equipment and it calms me a little to know that he’s here at our side. A need to feel calm, I’m the same with tea, and the mechanics for making it and drinking it, it soothes a complex mind at least for a little while, its routine and ritual for me.
Thump! Our heads spin to the door. We hear another bang, and more hisses from escaping vapour emanating from the frame holding the doors in place. Sparks appear down the seam where the doors meet, spiralling into the air like an indoor firework, white hot and orange particles of burning door land around us and fade to black as they cool.
“The elevator, quick!” Shouts Graham.
A f*cking elevator? You've got to be kidding me!
“There's a lift?” Asks Pete in amusement, “doesn’t it go down as well as up?” I could kiss her, such a brilliant question. But she is the girl with all the clever questions.
And?
We see where she's going with this thread but ignore her and follow.
“It comes out away from the house.” Barbara tells us packing a USB and a small plastic box, in her backpack. Without asking why we needed to climb into that not so fun-fair bucket lift into Devils Pit. Now we know. Pointing her remote all around the room and all the benches, equipment and doors disappear into the walls.
It’s a sizeable service lift, shiny polished stainless steel sides and only one destination button, Kurt punches a blank screen, once we're all inside, a small shiny unit on the side of the door with his fist and it jerks quickly to life and ascends smoothly and quickly. Silence falls on the group in our own heads we are all relieved to be heading top side, there's no department store piped music in here, but there should be. A map of the floors and where the restaurant is too.
Daniel makes the most of our close proximity and pulls me backward to him, soon I feel his cock in my back, is there anywhere this man doesn’t get turned on? I ask myself.
That's his mechanism.
“Can you feel what you do to me baby?” He whispers hot Daniel smelling air into my ear, sending ripples of pleasure right through me, stopping there. That’s all I need, in a lift full of people I’m horny for this quiet, complicated man. We are incorrigible. He presses his hard cock into me to possess my brain, letting me know I’m his. Involuntarily I grind into him slightly with my arse, and he stifles a long moan, I feel the vibration through me. He grinds back into me and his silent groans vibrate through my whole body.
His fingers are sliding up and down my arse, between my legs, forward and back, while he kisses my neck. I need to grab him, but of course I can't, it’s a lesson in control.
Sending little kisses of pleasure all through me with his soft lips to my neck. Then 'Ping!' Lift has stopped. Luckily we’re first in so last out and nobody is looking our way as Daniel fidgets in his jeans because we arrive at the surface in a blaze of yellow sun. A deep sense of relief overwhelms me and I stop and take a deep breath of freedom, a little dramatic? Yes, but this part of the story demands a little drama. The lift has brought us out about quarter of a mile from the house in a ram shackled little shed, “it's great cover,” Graham tells us, “nobody thinks to look in here.” Looking at it I'd have to agree, I wouldn't keep my gardening tools in there, we all concur in a collective mumble. “We just walk from here.” We all start heading toward the house.
I hear Nigel ask Pete, “Do you think it's too soon for more tea?” An excellent question.
Pete laughs and pats him on the arm, “It's never too soon for more tea Nigel, let’s get the kettle on as soon as we get indoors.” An excellent answer.
“We won’t be a second, don’t wait for us,” Daniel fakes looking around him for something lost, patting his pockets, very unconvincing I decide, and we're going to miss the tea. “We'll be right behind you.” he says. They don’t seem to care or notice the devious expression on his face as I do, and my sex is throbbing and I am wet already, god this man can switch me on like a light. And I love it. Watching them walk off out of earshot, Daniel has grabbed me and my top is already over my head. He pops my breasts out of my bra and his teeth are chewing and sucking on my nipples, whilst undoing the fly of my jeans, celebrating survival, it’s only natural.
I have unbuckled his belt, and the button fly is open. I almost audibly gasp as I see the raw huge throb of Daniels cock for what has been too long. The purply bulb of its end points directly at me and falling to my knees I take the whole thing hungrily deep into my throat, Daniel fists my hair and groans deeply. I work my tongue like I have been starving for too long, I hollow my cheeks and suck hard. He grabs handfuls of my hair and it hurts but I don’t care. I consume him with deep plunges of my throat, then withdrawing and licking him like a popsicle and humming in pleasure at the taste.
He moves in and out of my mouth, controlling the pace, I shield my teeth with my lips and suck even harder, he groans loudly, I reach up and his balls are in my hand and he moves in and out from between my lips. Steady, maintaining a rhythm, any drummer will tell you is important. I pull gently at his sac and a spasm of pleasure rocks his whole body and never taking my eyes of him, or his with me, he ejaculates a hot spurt of seamen down my throat, salty and slick, I lick my lips that drives him even crazier.
He pulls me to my feet, and kisses my hard, trying to lick some of his cum from my throat, I love it, I devour him as he eats me, licking and sucking we are face f*cking each other, we have missed this. My jeans are now down on the floor and his fingertips gently flicking and rubbing at my sex, driving me wild I hungrily lap up all his attention my body rotates with his hand, grinding into his fingers, desperate for a release.
So in agony with a sweet feeling of lust I reach down between my legs and help Daniel, guiding his fingers to where I need it the most. God yes, there, sliding over and over my sensitive * my pulse rushes and climax is near, quicker and quicker, his fingers thrust deep inside me hard, then on the very edge of cum he withdraws, sending me sliding back down unsatisfied and yearning, needy and achy. He pushes me backward so I’m leaning on the outside wall of the shack, my back to an unsteady wooden structure, I need him to take me, my brain is going mental, my nerves ready to tip over, I tremble and tingle all over.
He kisses me hard and plunges his cock into my wet and waiting fanny, such a beautiful feeling. I can feel him right to the end of my cavity, pushing and thrusting. We move together, into each other, perfectly in tune, rocking, slapping, gasping until our bodies climb, I slide effortlessly along the entire length of that magnificent glistening wet cock, he has pierced me, rubbing and grinding again to climax and we finish together, sweaty and hot but very satisfied.
I laugh into his shoulder at the sight we must be, we can’t keep our hands off each other, every second we get, we are back to almost normal, next job, get home. “I want you Tharie” he gasps into my hair.
“You have me Daniel.” I whisper back.
“This isn’t over yet.” he warns, we’ve been without release for too long on this journey, and we need each other.
Sliding down onto his knees in front of me now his lips are in my lower lips, caressing the folds and cleft of my sex, sucking at my * with his mouth blowing cool air gently over my sex, sending me over again, and again. I grip his hair as he had done mine, his fist thumps hard against me as his fingers plunge greedily deep inside me, wave after wave of intense pleasure my eyes tight shut. I have never had sex like this before, finished and exhausted. With that sobering thought, happy and sated we dress and head back to the house.
Note to self: wet-wipes, remember to pack some next time.
“Tea?” I manage. He just nods.
PF: “Nice work T” busted.
TC: “I don’t know what you mean” coy.
PF: “Did Daniel find the thing he’d lost?” Oh yes.
TC: “He got what he wanted, yes” oh yeah.
PF: “I bet he did Px” nice.
PF: “Kettle is on”. Good girl.