Covert operations

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: Lessee how this goes... it must be the killer in my muffin thats attracted to something so complexly intriguing... I expect you are much more than equal to the task at hand? You don't necessarily have to "keep up," your tongue still works wonders doesn't it?

IC: I hate the desert, the damned place is worse than the tundra. The roiling dunes, the blistering heat and the endless empty miles of sand. I wasn't trained for deserts. I was trained for jungles, woods, mountains, ice, snow. This sand was for the camels.

We didn't even have those. This operation had to have been the worst planned escapade it has ever been my misfortune to deal with. First they managed to have our method of extraction blown up by enemy elements. Then we get split up entirely. La Princeppessa was with the rest of his men and I was stuck with him. This made me pretty nervous, I was her bodyguard, had been with her through our capture and imprisonment.

Thirdly, and the worst of it, he wouldn't listen to me. It had been an inside job by a Westerner, no way one of the terrorists loping around the Mediterannean had done it. The MO was all wrong. He just patted me on the head. I really hate that. We were to meet up with his men in the town of Shiraz near the border. Heading directly south we would cross into neutral territory and get lifted out. The man was irritating. I don't care how hunky he might be, he was still damned irritating. He wouldn't even tell me his name. Not that I told him mine, but the least he could do was offer his.

"Up there, see it? We'll stop there for the afternoon." He nodded, indicating a greenish patch up in the distance. I nodded, indicating my compliance. Not that he cared if he had it, he outranked me, he was in charge. Mission supe. Sighing, I had to admit the desert was his territory anyway.

He made me wait in the lee of a dune while he checked the oasis over carefully. Nearly an hour later, he whistled me over. "Its spring fed. You can take a bath after you drink." He sounded irritated. "I don't want to hear any of your cockamamie theories. Save it for debriefing."

He did his bivouac thing while I filled the canteens. After he'd drunk his fill, he stretched out on the sand under a bush tree thing. God I hated the desert. I unwrapped myself from the native dress I was relegated to wearing. After months of being locked in a dank cell with these robes on, the freedom of nudity felt wonderful.

Looking back over my shoulder, I noticed that I now had his undivided attention. Boldly considering him from head to toe, I decided that wasn't such a bad thing. He was strong, virile, well defined musculature. He may have been older, but my tastes ran that direction anyway.

I stepped into the water, dunking down into it's heavenly coolness. I looked back at him again, he was sitting up again, staring. What was he thinking, I wondered. Standing in the thigh deep water, I faced him. I watched him, waiting to see what he would do now.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

Leaning back on one elbow in the shade, I watch her splashing in the water like a seal, her eyes turned my way. As I was about to stroll over and see what might transpire (she has a nice body, and I have been in-country far too long), I hear a faint noise. Motioning her to be quiet, I listen intently. There it is again. The faint noise of an engine. Thinking, "This has been a cluster fuck from beginning to end; what now?"

Picking up my scope-mounted long rifle, and looking at her again, I put my finger to my lips and turn toward the top of the dune that cradles the oasis in its arms. My earlier "thoughts" about her forgotten, I begin to crawl like a damn character out of "Lawrence of Arabia" toward the top of the dune. It may take the rest of the day to handle this...

 

[KillerMuffin]

My first real bath in how long now? and some miserable fuck has to ruin it. In the time it took him to start low crawling up one of the dune faces, I was out of the water and dressed. There was plenty of cover under the brush, I made use of it, knocking as much of the sand onto my robe things as I could without disturbing the sand around me. He didn't need my help, would probably be better off without, no matter how much it irked me.

The man had ears like a bat, the engine noise of an approaching vehicle of some sort reached me. I shut my eyes and tried to concentrate on identifying it. I still couldn't tell if it was land based or a low flying aircraft. It was too far away and the acoustics on the dunes were awful.

I looked my position over again, then dug deeper into the sand, removing my human profile and becoming just another bump in the ground. I worked the slide on the glock he'd given me much earlier and waited for his play. Whether I liked to admit it or not, he was capable and I was going to trust him.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

Glancing back over my shoulder, I nod approvingly. She is not so dumb after all. She has taken cover and is almost invisible, even from here. Just below the crest of the dune I pause. I don't want to silouhette myself against the skyline. In the distance I can see a plum of dust. As it comes closer, my binocular-aided eyes spy a couple of what look like Revolutionary Guards with the usual AK-47's. "I wonder if those fools are looking for us, or just on some kind of routine patrol?"

"Whew, the vehicle is going to go right on by. The are too lazy to even check the oasis. In a way, its lucky. They might be missed, and we are still on foot." Then I see the damn thing turn right toward us.

Resignedly, I slide the rifle up and cradle it. At 300 yards, two quick shots ring out and the vehicle veers slightly, and shudders to a stop, engine still running. I pump out two more shots, just to be sure. "At least we won't have to walk, but we better find a place to hide before they are missed," I think, my mind in overdrive.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Two economical shots, followed by two more, they came from the top of the dune. I held still, holding my breath, waiting to hear return fire. Nothing. Everything in me screamed to get up and charge into the fray, I felt so damned helpless. Instead, I remained where I was and didn't move. The glock was good for defending at close range, but not much for a long range battle. If he was using his rifle like that, then it was long range. Sniper pattern. I entertained myself by wondering if he was as good as I was.

He shouted at me to get my ass over there and help. I surged from my position, unchambered the round in the glock and tucked it back into its customary place. Between the two of we tucked the two dead men, clean headshots I noticed, in between some dunes, covering them loosely with sand. I rather admired how careful he was to avoid poisoning the water in the oasis.

"They were Allah's Fist Revolutionary Freedom Army. They belong to a local faction that is trying to take the government. They are on our terrorist list." I said almost conversationally. We were in the newly liberated vehicle, him driving naturally, on our way to somewhere. He spared me a hard glance.

"We haven't been properly introduced have we?" I tried not to smirk. He was laboring under the impression that I was La Princeppessa's little ball of fluff maid creature. "My name is Muffin, I work for one of those little military units no one seems to know anything about. A higher up got wind of the Princess's kidnapping and I was handy to plant as her bodyguard. How long until I'm back with the Princess?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

Raising an eyebrow, I adjust my opinion of her. First, she has enough sense to hide when I tell her. Now I find that instead of being some decorative servant, she is a bodyguard.

Swerving to the left, I steer toward the base of a cliff. There is heavy vegetation - water for sure - and perhaps a cave or at least somewhere we can hide. The vehicle we "borrowed" has an ample supply of provisions for several days, and the prior owners won't be needing food anymore.

Relaxing my guard a bit (I never completely trust anyone) I let the trace of a smile drift over my lips. "Hello Muffin, I'm known as Thor. I suppose you don't like nicknames - like Muff, for example." Although I am smiling, I am having flashbacks to the oasis and her nude body, before she slipped underwater.

Steering carefully through the brush to minimize any tracks, I pull to a halt at the base of the cliff. Shutting off the motor, I explain, "This, I hope will be home for a couple of days. At least, until the heat dies down."

We have come about 125 kilometers from the oasis - enough, I hope, to throw off any pursuit - if they can ever figure out what happened to the two missing Guards.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Muff

Wordlessly, I followed his instructions. We camoflauged the vehicle and moved the provisioning into a little, almost cavelike indentation in the cliff's face. It had obviously been carved by the water flowing down the face of it. The water has also beaten itself a small cistern at the bottom, where it collected before flowing off.

After some rationed food and a great deal of water, I sat down against a wall with one of the appropriated gun cleaning kits and began maintenancing the weapons. First the glock, then the purloined AK47. He smiled his approval, then tended his own weapons with cool efficeincy.

I watched his hands move competently over his rifle. For a moment, I envisioned them moving over me and shivered. I tried chasing away that wayward thought, but it continued to linger and torment me.

"Muff is fine." Nervous chatter wasn't my style and he wasn't exactly given to verbosity. I watched his hands with half lidded eyes. "Not picky about my name."

[Edited by KillerMuffin on 09-14-2000 at 09:34 AM]

 

[Thor's Hammer]

As the burning orb of the desert sun sinks low in the Western sky, I stand - and walk toward Muffin. Wordlessly I reach down and take her hand. Pulling her gently to her feet, I turn her toward the setting sun. My hands rest on her shoulders - I finally speak, almost a whisper, "The desert at sunset is truly beautiful. Sometimes I wish that all the ugliness in this world could be seared away by the sun."

My hands massage her shoulders; strong, yet gentle. The scent of gun oil is still strong in our nostrils - reminding both of us, I suspect, of why we are here and of absent friends, who lie in forgotten places in the world.

 

[KillerMuffin]

A warrior and a poet, he continued to surprise me. The skin of my shoulders, where his hands rested, erupted into a frenzy of goosebumps. Closing my eyes, I let the last rays of the hot sun sear the ugliness of the world from my thoughts. Unconsciously, I leaned back into his hands. The strength and gentleness in them was reassuring.

"I grew up in the back woods. I haven't seen many desert sunsets." I murmured. There was something oddly comfortable about standing in the midst of the desert with him. It was almost elemental.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

My hands continue to massage - the massage almost like a caress. The shapeless native robe is disguising the body that I know is underneath. Your neck is bare - inviting as my lips brush it with the lightest touch. I can feel my passion growing, bubbling inside, crying to be released. I sense, however, that this woman is complex, multi-facted, and cannot be rushed.

Moving my hands from your shoulders, I brush your arms with two of my fingers, not grasping, just lightly touching and then let them continue down the side of your body, and meet, just under your breasts. Pausing, I hold you, brushing your neck with my lips, and whisper, "May the wind be always at your back, may the road rise up to meet you."

 

[KillerMuffin]

When was the last time I had been touched with such gentle tenderness? I didn't know, just a remembering of a remembrance. The soft caresses were completely at odds with the ice cold demeanour you present. I can feel the powerful desire boiling through you, restrained only by a more powerful will. Still waters run deep, the cliche went.

Beneath my breasts, your fingers touch, then link. Your whispered words, echoes of the whispers of my grandparents, blow across the flesh of my neck. My nipples harden and my breasts tighten, standing at attention.

"Te de tu o del laso dies." I murmur back, curling my hands slowly up my body, until they rest on yours. I lean back gently, pressing my back to your chest. Silently accepting your presence on my body.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

A strange sense of deja vu washes over me. I feel we have been lovers in another life, in another place. Two strangers, cynical and jaded by an ugly world, together - alone - in this place.

Deftly my hands, still covered by yours, unwrap the native garmet. I feel you lean forward slightly. The one piece garment slips off your shoulders and falls to the ground in a puddle at your feet. The setting sun is below the horizon. Afterglow bathes your body in warm colors - albaster skin glowing with an almost etherial radiance. My hands curl naturally; cupping your breasts. My fingertips graze the undersides; caress the skin - lips play music on your neck and shoulders.

 

[KillerMuffin]

The cooling air of the desert washes of my skin, an intense contrast to the heat of your hands and the fire of your lips. With the final rays of the disappearing sun goes the last vestiges of our reality. This is a place suspended from time, wrapped as comfortably in the bosom of the ageless cliff as I am wrapped in your arms.

Arching my neck and lifting the skin of my throat to your lips, I actively accept your caresses. My fingers lace into yours, tugging them gently higher. A movement of my thumbs encourages yours to take liberties with my breasts..

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Firm globes; filling my hands with their beauty. With my forefingers I circle your nipples, and then touch them, brushing them, teasing them to diamond-like hardness. Pressing my hips against your bottom, I whisper in your ear, "Muffin, muff, you are more lovely than the stars in the sky." Seeking, my tongue travels along the curve of your ear.

Hands; squeezing gently, caressing. With a sigh my lips travel down your spine...a few inches...retreat...a few more inches. One hand slips to your flat tummy, making slow circles on it, my fingers brushing over your mound. My lips burn your back; climbing up, over the curve of your firm ass...kissing...........kissing...

 

[KillerMuffin]

Your lips are burning me through my skin, hot wet and seeking. Your fingers brush almost innocently over my sex, causing me to unfold like the leaves of a mimosa, dripping with an inner dew. Just like that, an instant of sensual awareness between your fingers and my sex, and my body has abruptly made itself ready to accomodate you. Gasping at the sudden and intense awareness of my lips throbbing between my legs, I find myself shifting, spreading my legs open a little more. You have complete access to every part of me, yet I can't reach any of you except your head.

You had mentioned something about the stars in the sky. The only stars I could see were the ones exploding in my eyes with each gentle press of your warm lips and each hot lap of your wet tongue.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

My hands gently but firmly grasp your hips, turning you slowly to face me. Kneeling, my eyes travel up - over your body as my hands slip behind you and gently caress your curvy bottom. Extending my tongue - flat - my eyes on you, I slowly touch you with the tip - tasting your juices as I lick your puffy lips. Opening my mouth, I suck them into my mouth, tasting you, revelling in your sex. Pressing your lips apart with my tongue, your soft pink inner lips are open to my exploring mouth.

I feel one of your hands on my head, urging me. Glancing up, I see your other hand playing with your firm breasts, squeezing them - mewling sounds coming from deep inside. Waves of passion course through my body. Pointing my tongue, I drive it into your hot center...my thumb brushing your sensitive clit at the same time.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I cannot believe how much I want you and how suddenly it seems to have happened. With you on your knees before me, I can't put my hands on you like my fingers are itching to, so I touch myself instead. One hand sinks into your hair the other into the awakened flesh of my breasts.

Your lips and tongue are doing the most interesting things to me, even though I don't really notice, too caught up in the nearly orgasmic sensations slamming through my body. I want you in me, I want to feel you all over me, and I want you to never stop licking me.

There is something so erotic about standing in the middle of the vast open desert completely naked with a fully clothed man kneeling between my spraddled legs. The touch of your mouth combined with the delicious naughtiness of our situation are almost too much.

Jerking my fingers from your hair, I sink my claws into my belly, sending the orgasm farther out of reach. I don't want to cum yet, I want to feel more of you.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Pulling at the belt of my native robe, I shrug it from my shoulders. My throbbing shaft bears mute witness to how much I want you. Still kneeling, my tongue stabs and probes. My slavering mouth captures your hard little nub - sucking, my lips sliding up and down on it. My hands drift over the back of your legs, the curve of your ass, touching, but not pulling. Your inner thighs are wet with a mixture of your juices and my saliva. Flattening my tongue, I begin to lick faster...and faster...and faster. On each long stroke, my tongue finds, and touches your clit. As I lick, one, then two fingers on my hand slip into you - fingering you in a wild, erotic rhythm of love.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Your fingers and tongue work their magic, making my hips wriggle onto you. It doesn't take much for me to start moaning, then cumming.

"Dosta." I manage to say when I can breathe again. Your tongue and fingers are still inside of me, driving me wild. "Dosta, enough."

You pull back and grin up at me, obviously pleased with yourself. You lick your lips, a cat that ate the canary gleam in your eyes.

"Li'ha'eer. For'shava hin." I can't help the purring sated quality of my voice.

My eyes travel down your body, noting with satisfaction the chiseled muscles and the hard shaft demanding attention. Before you can see the glimmer of intent in my eyes, I drop to my hands and knees, wrapping the head of your cock with my lips. My tongue licks at you, lapping at the sweet dripping.

[Edited by KillerMuffin on 09-17-2000 at 07:48 PM]

 

[Thor's Hammer]

In the dying twilight, I can just make you out but your lips on my cockhead send signals coursing through my body that need no visual triggers. Your mouth is soft, wet, and very very warm. Every nerve in my body is a millimeter from the surface.

Licking my lips, your musky taste still on my tongue, my hand rests on your head. My fingers twine in your soft tresses; soft from the dip you had in the oasis - that seems so long ago. Time has stopped. We are in a dimension that has no beginning - no end.

"That is so good, goddess," I moan............

 

[KillerMuffin]

Muffin

Your moaning spurs me on, to see how many more of those delicious sounds I can draw from you. It is in the back of my mind to ask you how you feel about teeth, but that would require removing my mouth from your cock, something I have no intention of doing.

I slowly swallow the length of your shaft until it nudges the back of my throat and you soft pubic hair is tickling my nose, then I suck back up to the tip. Pressing my teeth into your cock just under the head, so you can just barely feel them, I scrape them down the entire length of your shaft, hmmmmmmming in satisfaction at the feel of you sliding into my mouth.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

OC: WOW!!!!!!!!!!

IC: The "hmmmmmmmmmm" vibration on my cock is almost more than I can bear. The sensations ripple up and down my shaft - like a thousand tiny fingers touching - all at once. My eyes slitted, hips gently thrusting, I watch the most erotic sight my poor eyes have ever seen. Your breasts swaying with each bob up and down, the feeling of your throat on the tip, your mouth stretched, your teeth on the shaft...

The passion builds to a fever pitch. I can feel my balls tightening; approaching the point of no return. "Moon, baby, I'm going to cum," I groan, the sensations driving me over the cliff.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Muff

You groan that you're going to cum. My nipples harden at the thought of your salty sweet cream exploding in my mouth. I pull back my teeth and suck back to the top, sucking as hard as I can on your shaft. My fingers reach between your legs, finding your balls, they are pulling up against your body, preparing to orgasm. My head bobs up and down on you faster and faster, my tongue flicking over whatever cockflesh it can reach. I keep sucking, trying to suck the cum from you.

I dig my fingers into the sand, bobbing my head and weaving my body faster and harder. The only thought on my mind is your cum. I have gone beyond want, straight into I have to have it. Your fingers curl into my hair, I can barely hear your grunting and groaning over the loud slurping of my mouth on your cock.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Your mouth drives me over the precipice. Your hand on my balls is the final trigger. My sister could walk up and I would not stop.

"ARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH," I scream, the echos bouncing off the cliff walls. Jet after jet of cum bursts out, coating your throat, filling your mouth. My hips are moving; fucking your mouth like there is no tomorrow. My hand twines in your hair, pulling you on my throbbing meat. "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I scream again, still pumping cum into your mouth. Your abandon liftes me to unimagined heights.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Your cock explodes in my mouth, accompanied by your shout and driving hips. I suck your cum down my throat, swallowing as much of it as possible, but still it leaks past my lips. Once you start slowing down, I swallow your softening cock all the way into my mouth, then suck the last few drops from you.

After a lick of my lips to get the rest of your cum, I swallow your cock again, rubbing and rolling it around in my mouth. I love the feel of your cock on my tongue, especially when it tastes like your cum. I groan in my throat, feeling it stiffen all over again.