Slither - Edward Lee [66]
She caressed her breasts when she knew he wasn't looking.
"Yeah, well, I think I'll be visiting you in the Big Apple sometime soon," he asserted.
In your dreams! Now he was annoying her, the way he wielded his personality the same way he had sex: with assertiveness. I'm the one doing YOU a favor, she wished she could say aloud, and it's only because Loren is LESS my type than you. "We'll see," she said instead. She wanted to keep his fire fanned. Then she added, if you're a good boy."
"Oh yeah?"
She stretched her toes out as far as she could, flexed her long legs. She let her mind wander.
She imagined herself being taken right here on the beach, not by Trent nor her fiance but by a coterie of men from her past. Her nerve-charged body, her spread-open legs and narrowed eyes summoned them, and then they were lying atop her, thrusting into her fast and rough, one after another. The fantasy titillated her as the sea breeze slipped up and over her bare skin....
"Be right back, gotta take a leak," Trent said and got up.
Charming, she thought, but now that he'd left, she could focus on the greedy invention of her mind. Hot, muscled bodies squashed her, callused hands mauled her breasts. Raving sensations pinpointed at her nipples, which were either torqued by fingertips or sucked out by fervid mouths. Stout penises delved into her most private places, spending themselves in a feverpitch only to be replaced by more. Back in reality her own hands succored herself ...
Mmmm ...
"Hey, Annabelle! You got a flashlight?"
Trent's voice shattered her pleasures. That asshole, she thought, disgusted. Can't even have a minute of fun with myself. She leaned up with a frown. A flashlight? What's he want that for? He needs to SEE where he's pissing? "I think so!" she griped back.
"Bring it here, will you? I need to see what this is."
Probably means his cock ... She pulled the light out of the bag and got up, followed the annoying voice to the edge of the woods.
There he was.
The moonlight painted his naked body. He was leaning over, looking at a tree. Annabelle's smirk couldn't have been more severe, her senses still buzzing from her self-stimulation. "Here," she said testily.
He pointed the beam on a tree trunk, lighting it up. "There. See?" His finger indicated a nub of some kind. "Definitely not part of the tree. I scratched my damn leg on it."
Poor you ... Annabelle looked closer. "It's a nail. So what?"
"I don't think it's a nail ..." It looked more like a black stud. "It's coming loose," he said, yanking on it with his fingers. "It's working free." - - -- - - - - - - - - - -
Annabelle shook her head, hands on bare hips. "Is therea reason I'm supposed to care about this?"
"It's got-" He squinted harder, the image ridiculous now: a hairy-backed man fiddling with a tree in the middle of the night, buck-naked. "Remember what Nora was saying earlier?"
"That skinny wuss?"
"She said she found something that reminded her of a camera lens attached to a tree." Finally he prized it loose. "It's almost like it was nailed into the tree."
"A camera that small?" Annabelle objected. "That's ridiculous."
He held it right up to the flashlight, the splayed beam throwing wedges of dark and light against Annabelle's bosom, belly ... and frown. "She was right. It's got a tiny piece of polished glass inserted in the top, like a lens."
"Read my lips. Who cares?"
He seemed amazed by the find. "I guess I was right. It's an electric eye sensor from the old missile site probably. They left these things in the perimeter because it was easier than removing them all. They're probably all over the place."
`Read my lips. I'm bored."
"Oh, sorry." He caught himself. "It's just kind of interesting, isn't it?"
"How about ... no?"
"I'll have to show it to Nora, see if it's the same thing she was talking about."
The comment made her fume. As far as Trent went, she could take him or leave him. The