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Aftermath 3 5/5
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Brett took a deep breath, remembering what Paul had told him about the
women in town.  He sighed.  What could he do?  "All right then," he
said.  "Just be advised.  What you're about to see won't be pretty.  I
haven't had a bath since before I left Stockton.  The only thing
approaching clean is my teeth, and that's only because we found some
toothbrushes in that trailer."

"I'll take my chances," she said.

He peeled off his filthy clothing, piece by piece, dropping it into a
pile near the edge of the tub.  Soon he stood naked, his back to Mitsy,
thoughts of her almost forgotten as he looked down at himself in the
light for the first time.  He could hardly see his skin through all of
the dirt and grime and the smell that rose from him was offensive even
to his own nose.  "Let me in there," he said, mounting the wooden step
that stood next to the tub.

"Let's see if there's a man under all that," Mitsy said from behind him.

He ignored her remark, putting his foot into the blessedly hot water.
The rest of him quickly followed it in.  It was hot enough to sting but
the sensation was beyond description.  For the first time since the
impact, he was hot!  The heat caressed every inch of his skin, sank
into his muscles, opened his pores.  "Ahhhhh," he said in a voice that
was near orgasmic.  "You can't believe how goooood this feels."

"I bet," Mitsy said, her voice closer than it had been a moment
before.  Brett looked up to see that she was standing near the edge of
the tub.  She held a bar of soap in her hands.  "Need any help?" she
asked.

"I'll manage," he said, taking it from her.  He picked up a washrag and
went to work.

Within a minute the water that he was sitting in had turned a dirty
brown color.  Even the soap bubbles lost their whiteness in favor of
the mud color.  He soaped and scrubbed everywhere with the washrag,
which itself soon turned as brown as everything else.  Eventually he
began to see a faint pinkness to his skin.

"Here's some shampoo," Mitsy said, handing him a bottle of a popular
name brand.  "Let me fill up your bucket for you."

She picked up a one-gallon bucket and released some water from the fire
hose into it by spraying for a few seconds.  She then picked up the
garden hose and warmed the water up by putting some of it in there.
"Close your eyes," she told him.  A moment later warm water was dumped
over his head, thoroughly wetting his hair.  "Now lather up."

He dumped a generous amount of the shampoo, which smelled like fresh
apples, onto his hair and scrubbed for the better part of two minutes,
rubbing the lather over his face and the hair of his beard as well.
While he was doing this, Mitsy filled up another bucket of water that
she dumped on him to rinse the shampoo off.  They did this two more
times until his hair and beard were clean and sweet smelling.

"Okay," Mitsy said next.  "Pop the drain and let that dirty water run
down it.  When it's all gone, we'll hose out the tub and then refill it
so you can wash again.  That oughtta get the worst of it off of you."

Brett pushed the drain with his foot.  A moment later the sound of
water running onto the ground beneath echoed up.  He turned to Mitsy.
"Can I get a towel?" he asked her.

She smiled mischievously.  "They're over there on the shelf," she said,
taking a step backward, her eyes remaining riveted on him.

When he finally figured out that she had no intention of getting a
towel for him or even turning around to give him privacy, he stood up.
Dirty water and soapsuds ran off of him in streams, pattering back into
the tub.  Not making any effort to cover himself, he stepped out of the
tub, putting his bare feet on the cold tile of the floor.

"You look like you're in pretty good shape," Mitsy said appreciatively,
her eyes continuing to take in his form as he walked over to the towel
shelf and pulled a bath towel from a stack.

"It comes from marching around with a fifty pound pack of canned food
on your back," he told her a little testily.  He began to towel off,
sopping up the dirty water that clung to him.  Mitsy watched his every
move, her eyes starting to shine now.  Brett knew that he was soon
going to have trouble with her.

"You look semi-clean now," she told him while the brown water poured
out of the bathtub and into the floor drain.  "I think one more dunking
should do it for you."

Once he was dry he wrapped the now-filthy towel around his waist and
walked back over to the tub.  With disgust he realized that he had not
just left a ring on the sparkling white surface, he had coated the
entire thing with grime.  Mitsy handed him the fire hose and he spent
the next ten minutes just hosing it out and scrubbing it down with
another washrag.  She stayed carefully behind him as he worked, paying
particular attention to the view that was provided whenever he bent
over.

"Now I know how secretaries feel when their bosses drop pencils for
them to pick up," he told her, annoyed.

She did not seem to be particularly concerned with his feelings.  "And
now I know how those bosses feel," she said.  "You have a really nice
ass you know."

"Jesus," he said, scooting around the other side of the tub.  "Can I
fill this thing up now?"

"By all means," she said.

He closed the drain and put the hot water hose back in.  Once it was
running, he picked up the fire hose and began to spray.  As before, he
shut it off when the tub was two-thirds full.  When he set it back down
on the concrete, Mitsy walked over to the window that the hose came in
from and stood on a small ladder that had been placed there, climbing
until her face was looking out over the parking lot.

"You can shut it down now Hecky," she yelled.  "He's done with it!"

A moment later the rumbling of the fire engine cut off.  A minute after
that, Hector appeared in the doorway, his expression neutral as he took
in the sight of Brett in a towel standing around waiting for the tub to
fill while Mitsy watched him.  As soon as she saw him she walked over
to him.  They held a whispered conversation for a few moments, during
which Hector developed a pleased grin upon his face.  They said one
last thing to each other and Hector disappeared, heading in the
direction of the community center's front door.  Mitsy, wearing a smile
of her own, walked back over to Brett.

"What was that all about?" he asked her.

"Hecky's got a little thing going on the side with Brenda Callahan,"
she told him.  "He's living with Maria Sanchez you see.  She was one of
the cart girls at the grocery store, but Brenda's been doing him for a
few days now, trying to steal him away.  Myself, I think he's just
tearin' some off for the fun of it.  Hecky likes Mexican girls and
Maria's the only one in town.  He won't leave her."

"Shouldn't he be helping you guard me?" Brett asked, a big part of him
appalled by the fact that he had left her alone.

"You're not gonna attack me," she said.  "You would've already done it
back on the wall earlier if you were gonna do it.  Did I tell you that
you almost made me pee my pants when you yelled at us?"

"No," he said dryly.

"You did," she said.  "You scared the crap out of both of us."

"If you would've been paying attention to your duties as perimeter
guards instead of gossiping with each other, maybe you would've seen me
before I had a chance to scare you."

She scoffed a little.  "Do I look like a damn security guard?" she
asked him.  "I grew up in Granite Bay and went to private schools all
my life.  How the hell was I supposed to know that you were going to be
up there?"

"You weren't," he told her.  "But you could've at least kept an eye
out.  Don't you know that the world is a different place now?"

"I'm starting to learn that," she said.  She pointed at the bathtub.
"Looks like you're full up.  Are you gonna climb in?"

He climbed in after dropping his dirty towel to the floor and
pretending not to notice Mitsy's interest in what was revealed by this
motion.  As before, the water was stinging at first but he quickly got
used to it.  This time he did not immediately pick up a washrag.
Instead, he leaned backward against the sloped rise of the tub and
relaxed, letting his body soak in the warmth, letting it ease his sore
muscles.  He closed his eyes, intending to ignore Mitsy in the hopes
that she would go away or at least retreat back to her bench.  This
hope turned out to be quite na ve.

He heard the sound of her boots being unbuckled and slipped off.  He
opened his eyes and saw that she was doing exactly that.  As soon as
they were free of her feet, she unbuckled her belt, sliding the
holstered gun free and setting it on the towel shelf.

"What are you doing Mitsy?" he asked her wearily.

"We're only allowed three baths a week," she said, undoing the buttons
on her flannel shirt.  "Its not my turn for another two days and I
thought, since you've already got it full, that you wouldn't mind if I
cheated a little."  She winked at him.  "A girl really does love her
baths you know."

"I would prefer to go it alone," he said, watching as her shirt opened
up revealing a white bra beneath.  Her breasts were small, smaller than
Chrissie's, but they were nicely formed and the contrast of the white
bra cups against her tanned skin was alluring.

"Oh, don't be such a prude," she told him, shrugging the shirt off her
shoulders.  He could now see her smooth stomach and her belly button.
"Surely you've taken a bath with a woman before.  I don't bite."

"But maybe I do," he said, unable to tear his eyes away from her skin.
She really was a very attractive woman.  Her curves were prominently
displayed for him as she slid her hands down to the buttons of her
jeans.

"We've already been over that," she said, unsnapping the first button.
"You wouldn't hurt me."

"Mitsy," he said firmly, "I don't want to do this with you.  I just
want to get cleaned up and get some sleep."

"Who says we're going to do anything," she said, feigning disinterest
in him.  She popped open the second button, revealing the top of her
pink panties.  "I just want to sneak in an extra bath.  Help a girl
out, will you?"

"Then I'll get out," he said.  "You have your bath and I'll get
dressed."

"Oh no," she told him, shaking her head.  "I'm supposed to guard you.
I can't do that if I'm in the tub and you're not."  She undid another
button, revealing even more of her panties.

He began to feel his penis filling with blood, very much against his
will.  "Mitsy," he told her, shifting uncomfortably in the tub.  "I'm
trying to get accepted into your town.  My very survival depends upon
it.  If I get caught naked in a bathtub with you on the first night, it
won't look real good for me."

She pushed her pants down, revealing her long legs.  They, like her
stomach and her chest, were nicely tanned.  They were athletic legs,
with hardly an ounce of fat on them.  It seemed that Mitsy had spent a
good portion of her adult life working out.  She stood with them
slightly apart, her weight distributed evenly.  Her pink panties were
bunched up just a little bit, the crotch showing a distinct dampness, a
few stray strands of black pubic hair sticking out from the sides.  His
erection grew larger, reaching maximum pressure.  "If we get caught,"
she told him, stepping out of her pants and walking a step closer to
the tub, "I'll tell them that you were under duress."  She smiled,
reaching behind her for her bra strap.  "In a way, you are you know.  I
have a gun over there on the shelf."

"Jesus," he breathed, his hand unconsciously sliding down beneath the
soapsuds to grasp his penis.  He slid it up and down a few times
without even realizing what he was doing.

Her bra came free with a quick twist of her fingers and, with a single
shrug of the shoulders it fell to the floor at her feet.  Her breasts
were perfectly rounded mounds that stuck out from her chest proudly.
They did not sag.  There was not enough of them to cause a sag.  Little
more than the size of avocados, they were capped with
disproportionately large nipples and aureoles.  The nipples were
starkly erect, protruding outward more than half an inch.

"My husband used to think these were too small," she said, cupping them
for a moment with her hands.  "He always used to nag me to go get a
boob job but I was always scared to do that.  All the horror stories
about implants, you know.  What do you think?"

"They're very nice," he said shortly, his voice wavering.  He could not
keep his eyes off of them.

"Very nice," she repeated, mocking his tone.  "You really know how to
sweet talk a girl, you know that?"

He said nothing, just continued to watch as she hooked her thumbs into
the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her hips.  Her bush
was very hairy and very black, hiding everything beneath it.  She
rectified this by sliding her fingers into it and spreading open her
lips, allowing him to see her pink membranes.

"I seem to be kind of wet down there," she said, as if puzzled.  "Isn't
that weird?"  She kicked the panties off and began to walk to the tub,
her eyes locked on his face.

"Mitsy, we can't do this.  I don't want to," he said, making a last
ditch effort to dissuade her.

She mounted the step, looking down at him.  "We're not going to DO
anything," she said teasingly.  "I'm just going to take a bath,
remember?"  With that she swung her leg over the edge, preparing to
step in.  This opened her crotch up to Brett's inspection from less
than two feet away.  Her lips were swollen and reddened, moisture
glinting off of them.  He even caught a brief glimpse of her clit
before she stepped in and hid the view.  It was protruding from its
hood and ready for action.

Brett growled a little in the back of his throat, partially in desire,
partially in frustration.

She eased into the tub, sitting down in the water directly opposite
from where he reclined.  "Ahhhhh," she moaned, letting herself lean
back against the edge, her legs stretching out before her.  Brett felt
her feet contact his and then her legs slide over the top of his.  He
jumped a little at her touch.  "What's the matter?" she asked.  "You
don't expect me to keep my legs all curled up beneath me, do you?  I
have to relax a little."

Her legs continued to move forward until the backs of her thighs were
resting firmly on his ankles.  Her skin was hot and very smooth against
him and his hand stroked a little faster on his erection.  He felt the
cheeks of her ass lightly touching his toes beneath the water.  When he
tried to pull back to break the contact, she scooted down further in
the water, maintaining it.

"Now isn't this nice?" she sighed, putting her arms on the edge of the
tub, everything but her face and neck beneath the bubbles.

"Yeah," he breathed through clenched teeth.  He finally realized that
his hand was grasping his cock and he removed it, putting his own arms
to the side.  "Are we ready to get out now?"

"Not even close," she said, squirming a little closer to him.  "I
haven't even begun to relax yet."

"Great," he said, trembling a little.  He thought of Chrissie, who was
out on the other side of the bridge, huddling alone in a lean-to in the
rain while he was warm and safe in a hot bath with a beautiful woman
trying to seduce him.  Guilt added itself to his emotions, putting them
into even more of turmoil.

"There's just nothing like a hot bath," Mitsy said, her legs moving a
little on his, sliding back and forth with an unbearable softness.
"Everything else in the world is gone but at least we still have this,
right?"

"Right," he squeaked, knowing that the "this" she was talking about was
not the bath.

He felt her legs sliding together, felt her feet moving over his
ribcage.  Suddenly, before he realized it was happening, his dick was
being grasped from both sides by the bottom of her feet.  He jumped a
little, trying to pull himself away, but she gripped him strongly, her
legs holding him down.

"Now what's this?" she said, rubbing her feet up and down a few times.
"It seems that somebody in this tub has a little problem."

He could not help but groan at the pressure.  Never had a woman done
what she was doing to him.  He had never imagined that FEET could feel
so good on his manhood.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked softly, applying a little more
pressure and moving her feet just a little faster.  "You never had a
foot job before?"

"Uhhh," he groaned, still trying to resist her.

"I could make you come like this you know," she said, increasing the
tempo, forcing him to raise his hips up to her.  "I could make you
shoot all over my feet if I wanted to."

"Mitsy," he moaned.  "Please?"

Her foot action continued, the water in the tub starting to ripple with
the motion now.  "But I wouldn't do that," she said, the action slowing
a bit.  "That would be an awful waste of a good load of come, wouldn't
it?"  She let her feet come to a halt, ending the sensation for him.

He groaned again at the sudden cessation.  Unable to help himself, he
plunged his hands in the water and grabbed her feet, forcing them to
start moving on his cock once again.

"Well, well," she said, smiling wickedly, her own hands dropping to his
legs.  "I thought you didn't want to do anything in here.  I though we
were just taking a bath.  Could it be that you're starting to get a
little interested?"

"Ohh god," he moaned, continuing to force her feet against him.  His
hips moved up and down, driving him in and out.

She suddenly jerked her feet away from him, breaking the contact.  He
tried to grab them and bring them back but she was too fast.  "You
don't want to come on my feet," she told him, sitting up in the water
and showing him her soapy breasts.  "You want to come in my pussy.
Don't you?"

"Mitsy," he said, his voice choked, his body trembling, his mind
pulling him in several directions at once.

"Don't you?" she asked again, her hands sliding up and down his legs
sensuously.

"Yes," he said, giving fully in.  He wanted her.  He had to have her.
Chrissie huddled in her lean-to didn't matter at that moment.  He
NEEDED Mitsy like he needed air.

"Tell me what you want to do," she said, continuing to rub his legs,
her hands going higher and higher up his thighs with each repetition.
"Tell me."

"I want to fuck you," he said, sitting up and grabbing for her.  "I'm
GOING to fuck you."

"Oh yes," she said, bringing her own hands up and putting them around
his neck.  "Do it to me Brett.  Fuck me good.  I need it too."

He pulled her over the top of his legs, his hands going to her firm
ass, his mouth mashing against hers.  Their tongues stabbed out and
connected, plunging together passionately.  She continued to move
forward atop his legs, until her small breasts were pushing against
him, until he felt her ass nestled against his thighs.  Their bodies
slid together on a slick film of hot soapy water.  Her hands left his
neck and reached beneath the water, grabbing his prick.  She stroked it
up and down.

"So nice," she said, breaking the kiss and attacking his earlobes.  "So
hard."

"Yes," he said, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of her ass
cheeks, squeezing it nearly hard enough to hurt her.  She didn't seem
to mind.  In fact, her moans encouraged him to squeeze even harder.

She continued to squirm forward on him until he felt the head of his
dick dragging through hair.  She shifted her hips a little more,
adjusting him with her hands until it was rubbing against slippery lips.

"Oh, you can't believe how much I've wanted a dick in me," she said.
"Let's do it!"

"Yeah," he agreed.  He lifted up on her ass, positioning her opening
against him.  He then pulled her down, forcing his dick into her lips,
plunging himself inside of her in one smooth stroke.  She was not as
tight as Chrissie was but she was experienced.  He felt it in the
knowing way she clenched him, in the way she drove herself downward to
meet him.  It was an almost violent thrust, not for the faint of
heart.  And the pleasure that it sent radiating through him was almost
more than he could bear.

"Ohhhh," he groaned, feeling the penetration.

"Yesss, oh fuck the shit out of me!" she agreed, her hands going back
around him.

He began to thrust up and down, not bothering with a slow build-up,
just rutting at her like an animal.  She responded in turn, forcing her
hips downward to meet each of his strokes.  Waves of sheer pleasure
radiated outward from his cock as he plowed into her.  Water, churned
up by their motion, splashed over the side, turning the area under the
tub into a slippery, soapy puddle.  His hands moved from her ass to her
slippery tits, each breast fitting neatly into a hand, the nipples
pushing into his palms.  She pushed her chest forcefully into him,
squirming her shoulders back and forth to increase the friction.  He
craned his head downward, taking her right nipple into his mouth.  He
sucked it between his lips, biting at it with his teeth.

"Oh yesss," she moaned, her hips moving faster, her hand pulling him
against her.  "Suck my titties, suck them!"

He continued to suck at that nipple until it was blood red and hard as
a rock.  He then switched to the other one, giving it the same
treatment.  Through it all his hips kept rising and falling, pushing
and pulling, slamming his cock into her body like a piston.  She loved
every second of it, every thrust, ever motion of his lips and tongue
against her.  Her hands clawed at his back, twined through his hair,
squeezed his ass.

When she came, she slammed her pelvis down onto him so hard that he
bounced upward.  Her fingernails dug into his back and her tongue
slammed down his throat so far that he almost gagged.  She moaned into
his mouth as she fucked up and down, as water splashed out of the tub
by the gallon.

He sucked at her tongue obscenely, taking over the job of thrusting as
her orgasm faded away.  He powered up and down in her and her muscles
continued to clench and unclench rhythmically, gripping and ungripping
him.  He ground himself forcefully into her with each movement, his
pubic hair abrading against hers beneath the water.  Soon, too soon, he
felt the spasms start.  His thrusts became more powerful, less
controlled.

Mitsy, sensing the change, began to suck on his shoulder, licking and
biting at it.  "Yes," she breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders,
"come in my pussy!  Give it to me!"

"Uhhhhh," he grunted, as the waves of pleasure began, as the machinery
of orgasm kicked into maximum overdrive.  The sensation climbed and
climbed and finally peaked in a pinnacle of pleasure.  The first jet
shot from his driving member, splashing forcefully against her insides.

"Yessssss!" she cried, feeling it.  "Oh yessss!"

He continued to plaster her insides with his seed.  Her vaginal muscles
gripped hungrily at him, drawing every last drop from his body.  Her
channel was suddenly a lot slipperier as his semen was added to her
juices.  When the last spurt was finally shot, when the last tingling
of pleasure started to fade, she continued to grind herself atop him
while they kissed passionately.

"Oh god," she told him, kissing his lips and licking at them.  "You
can't imagine how good that felt.  It's been sooooo long."

"I can imagine," he panted, feeling sweat running down his face.  His
hands continued to run up and down her soapy back, caressing the silky
skin.

"You're pretty good at this," she said, giving him one more little
grind atop his wilting cock.

"Thanks," he said, glowing from the aftereffects of orgasm but already
starting to feel the first tinges of regret at what he had done.

"Yes," said a female voice from the entrance to the locker room.  It
was not an amused voice.  "That was a very impressive performance
indeed."

With a start they both looked at the doorway.  Standing there were Paul
and Jessica, their eyes glaring at the two lovers.  Both of them had
pistols in their hands.



Al Steiner - 11-3-00
Chapter 4 to follow
Send comments to steiner_al@hotmail.com
Missing chapters can be found at www.storiesonline.net

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