“Well, dinner is done,” Mildred announced, turning down the heat and draining the excess water from the rice. A kitchen this big and no measuring cups? She poured it into a huge ceramic bowl, steam rising from the crumbling mound. “Start serving, Professor Tanner.”
With a flourish, Doc slid his empty weapon back into its holster. Clean as a whistle, it was still much too warm to load. That would have to wait till later. “My pleasure, madam.”
“I’ll call the others,” J.B. said, tying off the laces and going to the intercom on the wall. “Dean and Jak are still in the garage patching the Hummer together?”
“Last I heard,” Mildred replied, lounging in a chair. Her part of the meal was over. Doc would serve and J.B wash up.
“So Ryan and Krysty are…”
She smiled. “Where else?”
Taking another seat, Doc barked a laugh, and then apologized for the rude behavior.
Smiling himself, J.B. glanced at the digital clock on the wall. “Well, okay, then. We’ll give them another couple of minutes.”
THE UNDERGROUND REDOUBT was designed to support a hundred soldiers and command staff, so there were plenty of private showers for the officers and spacious group showers for the troops. Ryan and Krysty had investigated the commander’s private bathroom, but the stall was too small for a couple, so they moved to one of the main showers in the barracks. Exactly as J.B. and Mildred had done earlier.
Clean warm water cascaded steadily from the sixteen showerheads onto the naked couple as Ryan soaped Krysty’s back in long steady motions. The suds trickled down, covering her perfect buttocks like the finest lace.
“Feels wonderful,” Krysty purred as his hands moved over her shoulders, more massaging than scrubbing, then swept lightly forward to brush the outside of her breasts.
The redhead glanced backward and smiled. “You better be serious,” she said deep in her throat.
“Always,” Ryan replied, stepping closer to slide his hands over her slippery form to cup her full breasts. He could feel her nipples instantly harden, and the woman arched her back, thrusting her buttocks firmly against him. He stiffened in response, but didn’t move, and for a brief period of time, they stayed that way, allowing the warm water to flow freely over them, easing away the rigors of the past week, savoring the moment of privacy and peace.
“Dinner will be ready soon,” Ryan finally said, hating to break the mood.
Krysty turned and kissed him full on the mouth. “Then shut up,” she whispered, running her hands down his muscular torso.
Breathing deeply, Ryan crushed Krysty to his chest, her full breasts spreading a warmth across him that quickly spread to his groin. In spite of being damp from the water, her long red hair moved wildly about, forming a fiery corona around them as it responded to her excited emotional state.
They kissed again, deeply, tongues and hands traveling everywhere. As Ryan cupped her buttocks and squeezed, Krysty wrapped one leg around his waist, and then the other. The man shifted position to accommodate her weight, as she hoisted herself upward and he slid deep inside her, the heat of their joining overwhelming the warmth of the shower. She cried out softly in pleasure, digging her nails into his muscles.
Vividly, Ryan remembered how he had wanted the voluptuous redhead the first moment he had seen her, and it seemed like the most logical thing in the world for them to have sex. But both were surprised when the casual fornication changed along the way, and instead they found themselves making love that night.
No words were needed or spoken as they gently rocked back and forth, feeling the excitement build until neither could stand any more.
Holding her tight, Ryan carefully eased to his knees, then laid the woman on the Army blanket covering the tiled floor. He started to climb on top, but Krysty forced him over instead, her velvet thighs straddling his muscular waist, the fiery snatch rubbing deliciously over his hard penis, rough and smooth at the same time.
Her magnificent breasts dangling in his face, Ryan licked a nipple and nipped the other. Raking her nails down his chest, Krysty moaned in passion, and arched her pelvis. They both inhaled sharply as he slid deep into her once more.