The Great Escape Chapter 6, Part 2 of 6

The Great Escape
Chapter 6, Part 2 of 6

Annela laughed again, a guilty look on her face.

"I may have embellished a little on what Ezra told me, but I have it substantially right. Ezra told me about a girlfriend who expected him to predict the weather whenever they went out and, if he guessed badly, would blame him for making her wear the wrong clothes."

Annela expected Sharne to laugh at this absurdity, but the older woman pondered the anecdote seriously.

"Besides," Annela continued, "there is also love, which makes people stay together despite their differences, sometimes even forever, or so Ezra says," she added wistfully.

Sharne absorbed this idea, too, and returned to her original query.

"So, I just need to tell Ezra I am fine, and he'll stop worrying about me?"

"If that's what you want, then yes."

"So, I don't need you to make him happy for me," she said with a crafty smile.

"Oh, no, you don't!" Annela responded, hitching up her dress to run to Ezra. "No backtracking!"

At last, Sharne laughed.

"All right. Off with the both of you."

"Ezra!" Annela called out to him. "The boss says we're to get lost in the forest. Come on."

He looked at Sharne for confirmation as Annela tugged on his arm, leaning back with all her weight, trying to pull him along. Sharne smiled and gaily waved him away, so he stepped toward Annela, who yelped as she started to fall.

She laughed when he caught her, then pulled him away into the forest, her arms around his waist.

"I'm not sure what I've done to deserve this," he said, "but I'm not going to risk anything by asking."

Sharne noticed Dagma's disapproving frown as she looked at the retreating couple. As usual, she didn't understand her friend.

"Mirselene doesn't need to know about this," Sharne said.

"I'm not talking," her friend assured her. "I just wonder why ..."

"Why what?"

"Never mind."

Sharne let her friend alone and the two women quietly picked up their axes and began to trim the trees in the orchard.

By an unspoken agreement, Annela and Ezra found their way to their favorite spot, a dense stand of soft ferns by one of the small tributaries of the mainstream that coursed past the camp a mile or so away.

There they stood and kissed, gently and lovingly, like old lovers who found each other again. It was passion on a long, slow burn.

He undressed her slowly, kissing each part of her body as it was revealed. Her white shoulders with a few freckles, her thin arms, the back of her neck, moving her long light-red hair to one side. The dress fell to her hips, and he knelt as he kissed along her spine. He turned her slowly, kissing around her thin waist to her taut, flat stomach, pulling away to admire her belly, which - he was sure - had just a hint more of the curve than before.

He could see her small round tits and wondered if it was only in his imagination that they seemed a trifle bigger.

Her nipples were hard.

Her dress flopped to the floor, and she stood naked in a shaft of sunlight, a sexy wood-nymph, pink and white in the grey-green forest, her long red-gold hair flowing over her shoulders, a bush of golden curls in a triangle between her belly and thighs. Pink lips and pink nipples. She was warm but felt a shiver of anticipation.

He flattened the ferns and guided her onto her back. She pulled him onto her, and they lay together and kissed.

When he felt she wanted more, he kissed down her body to her tits and worked on them, licking and sucking gently, keeping his touches light and loving.

Again, the tone of Annela's responses told him when she wanted more, and he kissed down her belly to her mound, stroking her thighs and spreading them apart.

He started on her inner thighs, kissing down to her mound and then by-passing it to kiss her other thigh. He went back the other way, kissing her belly this time and letting his fingers gently explore her bush. She was warming up nicely. He saw a line glistening along her pink slit.

He kissed around her mound again and, this time, parted the hair to flick the tip of his tongue on her clitoris.

"Ooh!" she moaned. He did it again. She raised her knees and shifted her bottom, but he declined the invitation to concentrate on her clit and pussy and went back to kissing her thighs. He worked from one thigh to the other again, spending time on her clit and dabbing his fingertip into the folds of her pussy, then withdrawing.

He performed the same routine again and again, licking and fingering for longer each time, drawing ever closer to tonguing her properly but always pulling back when she bucked or moaned.

Annela knew she had to be patient. Ezra could tease her like this for hours. But she was nicely worked up now.

He could smell her arousal.

This time when he reached her clit, he didn't move on but licked in a pattern with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh, God!" she sighed. "Just like that. Just like that. Please, Darling, more!" She ended in a whimper.

Ezra pushed his forefinger into her wet snatch, held it flat, and pulled downward.

"Oh, God!" she cried out and began to buck, trying to push her pelvis into his face, wanting more.

Ezra continued the same treatment, gradually licking her clit with faster, longer strokes, pushing his whole tongue into her slit, sucking her lips between his, and making a zigzag movement with his tongue, meanwhile feeling around in her vagina for the tightest muscles to stretch.

He stopped for a minute to frustrate her, then he repeated. She was squirming all the time now, more than ready to be fucked and, just as urgently, wanting to cum on his tongue and finger. He stopped and forced her to relax.

When he began again, she grabbed his head to keep his mouth in place and tried to hold him with her feet on the back of his shoulders.

He gave her five more minutes of teasing, then decided she deserved an orgasm. He attacked her clit with his tongue, lashing it from side to side and sucking it into his mouth to lash it more.

"Oh, God! Ezra," she cried again, and her legs shook.

He pushed his finger back into her vagina with the tip turned up. He rubbed the sweet spot with a come-hither motion, and she convulsed. The soft, cushioned walls of her vagina kneaded his finger and tried to eject it. He continued rubbing.

She arched, and came, and arched again, soaking his tongue and finger.

"Oh, my God! Ezra. Oh, my God! Enough!"

"Enough!" she repeated in a whisper.

This was a genuine request. He stopped fingering her but left his tongue on her clit. She had a couple of aftershocks, her muscles bunched and relaxed, and a warm contentment spread to her legs and arms.

He let her calm down, gently caressing her belly and thighs, placing a few pecking kisses on her tits and neck.

She opened her eyes, smiled at him, and then grabbed him and held her to him in a powerful hug while the burst of joy ebbed slowly away.

He stripped off his clothes and lay on his back. She climbed on him, shuffled down his body, and took his cock in her mouth. He was stiff and ready, and she sucked him well, raising the tension quickly.

"That's wonderful, Darling," he said, a hand stroking her hair.

He relaxed and tried not to let the beautiful sensation distract him. He wanted to have a good time with her.

She cupped his balls and sucked sideways up and down his cock before taking the head into her mouth again, teasing him the way he teased her with soft, gentle sucking and delicate licks.

It was graceful and loving, but he couldn't let her pleasure him for too long.

"It's time," he said, and she gave a last suck before shuffling back up his body and squatting over him. A wriggle of her bottom and a guide from her hand, and she had enveloped him in her pussy with a gasp and a sigh of satisfaction. Now she began to ride him, a slow circular movement with her hips, her body low against his, her tits rubbing on his chest.

As she grew in arousal, she sat up more and picked up the pace, swiveling in a figure of eight. Ezra caressed her from waist to tits.

Now she was bucking her pelvis in long strokes that pushed her clit onto his pubic bone.

Ezra took over when she got tired. He held her hips and thrust up at her, rocking her backward.

Rested and close to orgasm, she grabbed his hands to push herself up, and then, leaning backward, her hands on his knees for support, they fucked together in rhythm, climbing to a mutual climax.

"Oh, my God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried out.

Her eyes were shut, her back arched. She felt the tightness in her throat as the spasm began. There was a tingling from her strained erect nipples to her toes, which were stretched out, her calves stiff and aching. Then she came.

"Oh, my God!" “She cried out, I love you, Ezra!"

Her legs shook, and she pulled off him. Her squirt soaked his belly. She fell forward onto him, and he held her.

"I love you, too, Darling," he said, his voice hoarse and tense.

She breathed heavily for a few seconds, positioned herself again, and rammed his cock back into her. They pumped together quickly, and again, her thighs shook like elastic bands. Her spasm lasted a minute, hunching her back and draining her strength. Sweat stuck her hair to her cheeks and neck.

More squirt dribbled onto him as she pulled away. Lying on him, she used his warmth and strength as a crutch while her breathing settled.

She enveloped his cock one last time, and they fucked to the finish. Ezra groaned. His hands gripped her waist hard, helping her move. His cock felt the strain of imminent ejaculation.

"Lean back more, Darling," he said.

She did so, and he got the rub he wanted on the top of his cock. It sent her over the edge again, and as she convulsed, her vaginal walls tightened to massage his cock. It was enough. The throbbing in his cock began, and he released a joyful pulsing and relief from all strain.

He held her tight as she lay on him, recovering, breathing deeply, silent, and fulfilled.

It took some time to come down from their peaks, but afterward, when they had rested, Ezra said:
"Would you be able to tell me what this is all about? I'm not complaining, mind, just curious."

"Sharne is fine when she says she's fine."

Ezra looked blank for a minute, then he laughed.

"I've got her all wrong. I'm unsurprised, and I was never good at understanding female psychology."

"Never mind. I'm here to steer you right."

They lay quietly together for a bit, then Annela said:

"Ezra, tell me about the women you've known. We've never talked properly about your relationships, just a few stories here and there."

"True, but we've never really had time. It's a busy life, working, shagging, and sleeping."

"Well, tell me now."

"I've not had many relationships, only two longer than a year, when I was young, plus some casual liaisons I'd rather not tell you about."

"Why not?"

"Well, because a prospector's life leaves no time for romantic attachments, even were it possible to meet normal women during brief stops at space stations or lonely planets. Since I've been earning my living as a prospector, most of my sexual encounters have been short and, er, professional."

After a moment of thinking, Annela understood.

"Are there no women prospectors?"

"Very few, though I admit, I once spent some time with a woman prospector. I'll tell you that story. It was an adventure of a kind."

She got up to pull her clothes back on. Comfortable as a bed of ferns was, there were the occasional sharp points. He was dressed as well. They lay back down, and he began his story.

"After I left university, I was taken on as an assistant geologist by a prospecting company on Earth. I was learning to be a prospector, picking up skills in piloting and navigation. There's tons to learn, so my first two years were spent on relatively simple missions with experienced crews."

"Then, about fifteen years ago, a newly opened hyperspace route made it possible to prospect an asteroid belt around a small star near Beta Auriga. It was a race to get to the system first. Galactic mining rights require landing on the asteroid and staking a claim by submitting an accurate survey to the authorities."

"My company had many missions, and there was a shortage of men, so I was assigned as the geologist to a new team. We were to go to the asteroid belt and stake as many claims as possible while the company rounded up the more experienced men. The pilot and engineer were rookies, just like me, but the danger ought to have been small."

"However, my crewmates were not just rookies; they were idiots. They'd gone out drinking and whoring the night before the launch and were too dazed to do their safety checks properly the next day. Sure enough, we suffered a mechanical failure at the worst time."

"I'd gone down to the asteroid in a spacesuit to take surface samples and plant explosives to make small craters and expose the core. When I returned to the ship, there was a malfunction, and the airlock jammed."

"Greg, the engineer, suited up and entered the airlock from inside, trying to release the mechanism and open the door manually. He said it would take ten minutes. The charges were set to blow in thirty minutes, and the ship needed to be a good distance away before then."

"I'd like to know if I had time to go back and defuse the explosives, or would Greg get the door open in time?

I had plenty of time, but it's difficult to think clearly when you're on your own in space, under pressure."

Annela nodded, showing genuine concern, though she knew the story had a happy ending.

"Just as I'd decided to return to the asteroid and defuse the explosives, I was pushed away by the wash from the retrorockets of a spaceship pulling up next to me. The radio reception was full of crackles, but I could make out a commanding voice with a thick Russian accent telling my ship to make its escape and that I would be picked up."

"A door slid open, and I steered myself into the airlock. As soon as I was inside and the outer door shut, I was thrown sideways against the wall as the ship accelerated. Then, the pressurization process began. A few minutes later, the seal on the inner door released a gasp of air, and I could unlock my helmet and step out of the suit. I was damp with sweat but happy to breathe ship air."

Annela was enjoying the story, and he tried to put in as many details as he could remember.

"When the inner door opened, I expected to see my rescuers, but there was only one: a stocky Russian woman, aged about fifty, with short dark hair, large brown eyes, and a nose like an eagle's beak. Think of your chest of drawers but with arms, legs, breasts, and a head. She held out her hand."

"'Welcome to Voskhod,' she said. 'I am Tatiana. What name?'"

"Her English was heavily accented but understandable, despite Russians' difficulties with English articles and pronouns."

Here, Ezra broke off to explain that he could not remember their words, so Annela would have to forgive him for making them up to keep the narrative moving.


To be continued