Passionate erotica...
"Singed," a Dirty Martini sex story by Voracity Lee
While pretending not to, she watched him as he moved around the triage pavilion attempting to comfort and care for those beyond hope of both. The covered space with its makeshift walls of fabric and netting offered a shaky sense of protection from the cruel world that had already brought the current occupants together in a cluster of misery, pain and death. Looking down at the soot covered face of what she thought was a little girl (it was hard to tell because the child’s hair had been singed away to stubble), Nurse tried to get control of herself and focus on the task at hand which was determining and charting injuries of the victims as they were brought in by firefighters and volunteers alike. The matchbox of their refuge was situated in the middle of a dry, sparsely-treed prairie that had become a raging inferno taking out towns up to six miles away. Starting just two miles from their location, thus far the ring of destruction spread out from the care site, but the slightest change in wind would put them all in peril of being grilled alive. Even now the heat and roar of the unseen flames could be felt and heard by all; yet, most inside were past caring.
Beads of perspiration rolled down Nurse’s temple; unchecked they continued to her jaw line where they dangled briefly before dropping and getting lost in the moisture drenched blouse of the caregiver. She hardly noticed. The air temperature had been high and hot for so long, regardless of day or night that her clothing stuck to her firm, young body like a second skin. The doctor was down to his trousers and silk vest, which she was sure he only wore for propriety’s sake. The skin covering his well-defined arms and chest glistened with the sweat of his toils and the fire outside. Nurse felt her face burn even hotter as she realized “she” had a fire building within and there was only one type of fluid that could extinguish it. His.
The sensuality between them had steadily increased since being thrown together as strangers by calamity-keeping pace with the heated pressure of the atmosphere. A month of courtship condensed into three days, developing amongst tribulation and fear, inside constantly close quarters, and etiquette blown away with the ashes of their surroundings enkindled the desire in Nurse’s loins and she wanted to surrender all to the doctor’s physical administrations. She imagined his hands on her breasts milking the stiff nipples instead of touching blistered and burned skin. There had been no time for such indulgences, however, and the strain of her lust became a tangible burden in her groin. A moan similar to those she tended escaped her lips. She rose from whispering meaningless words of solace to the draining, charred husk of the man before her. She needed air.
Nurse could not stand completely upright or walk quickly due to the ball of desire she carried in her pelvis, yet she managed to arrive at the cornered off section of the pavilion reserved for those tending others. Besides herself and Doctor there was a lad, she believed to be between the established duo’s age; the doctor being approximately ten years Nurse’s senior. The lad came to them ill from smoke inhalation thirty-six hours ago, his condition was not bad, nor was he burned. Once able to speak he advised the team of his medical training out East and would be glad to help when recovered. Just on the right side of rude, Nurse woke up Lad and asked if he would take over before she herself became in need of medical attention. The youth was quick to oblige and after washing his hands in the washing bowl stepped through the doorway hastily created by stitched together scraps of burnt clothing.
With a sigh, Nurse sank to one of the two cots in the triangular niche. She thought Doctor slept on this one, but was unsure as they had always worked together or in shifts, and never rested at the same time. Her clitoris throbbed, reminding her of its swollen state. Rising, she followed Lad through the curtain, and continued out of the clinic into the dusky, smoky expanse beyond. Nurse received small relief from the acrid air, yet it was better than suffocating in a room of doom and desire. Several yards away from camp was a stunted tree of some kind with tired, falling leaves. By the time Nurse arrived to the tree she was panting; not from the walk, but because her body was running away from her. Spasms in her uterus brought her to ground; kneeling like a cat, she arched her back as waves rocked her internally. Once the contractions passed, she lay down on her side, wiping the tears from her eyes, as those shed by her body seeped between the crack of her rear.
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After a few moments, she heard someone approaching behind her from the direction of camp. Rolling over, she watched as Doctor collapsed beside her, weariness oozing from every pore. It was time for the world to be gray, but the smoke in the air added to the surreal quality of the evening. Nurse sat up to better view his face and beautiful eyes; which upon inspection were weeping. Nurse believed the doctor to be a man of strong will and conviction, so immediately understood that he was experiencing the aftermath of shock and sheer exhaustion. She touched his arm causing the muscles to twitch beneath her fingers and his gaze to fix on hers. Wordlessly, he leaned over, placing his hands on either side of her face, pulled her to him and kissed her with all the emotion he had kept contained for the last three days.
The positive contact with another human amidst the chaos of crisis spurred the pair past all thought of decorum. Releasing her face, but not her lips, Doctor popped buttons off one of three blouses possessed by Nurse, but neither of them noticed this as her cinnamon crowned breasts sprang free, bouncing into his hands. When he pulled on the stalk of her left nipple, Nurse felt the world spin and she fell back, breaking all contact with the source of such maddening pleasure. Doctor quickly re-established the link by placing his warm mouth around the mountain peak of her left breast while squeezing and kneading the right. The soft massaging motion of Doctor’s mouth on her areola made Nurse melt inside and once again liquid poured from her core. As if sensing the flood, Doctor abandoned her breasts, but not before taking the time to suck each nipple to points of wet, throbbing flesh; much like the bud between her legs. Doctor raised her skirt exposing petticoats to the knees, stockings and boots beneath that, and a curly-haired muff at the crest. Doctor pushed her legs apart to use the last of the light to view the jewel behind the fat folds of fleshy cover. Her clitoris was a dark pink pearl of muscle practically quivering before his eyes. He released a gentle sigh, causing her sphincter and the muscles of her cavity walls to contract; which pushed out a squirt of creamy liquid; the doctor then inhaled her pungent scent.
Nurse was beside herself with need. Her hips were rutting nothing of their own accord. She touched her breasts, enjoying the meaty feel of her nipples; she wished she could taste one as he had. She gasped as Doctor inserted a finger into her vagina and then whimpered as a second finger slid into her hind hole. Her knees reflexively drew up and back, exposing all of herself to him. When he came up and rammed his tongue into her mouth, the sensation of having her primary orifices full of him made her buck wild and shoot hot lava from her body covering his hand and wrist. Standing just long enough to remove his pants, Doctor fell down and into Nurse with a force that made her cry out. His rod was so long and hard she seemed to feel it at the back of her throat. He remained still for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust to his invasion, while he relished the warm, slippery, yet tight feel of her tunnel. He withdrew himself until only the tip of his shaft was inside her; this drove Nurse mad and she grabbed his buttocks shoving his member back inside as hard and as deeply as she could. The force made her breasts bounce violently drawing his attention. While slowly screwing himself deeper into her, Doctor bent down and circled the tips of Nurse’s breasts with his moist tongue, never once actually touching the nipples straining to be sucked.
Nurse became a wildcat, clawing and scratching at the doctor and her own body. She squeezed his solid toy with her gripping one and he began to pump and stroke them into frenzy. He was so far in her that his sack slapped against her hind cheeks making her vagina constrict each time. Neither of them noticed that darkness had fallen around them, nor that it was now broken by the glowing light of a lantern. Lad had come seeking direction only to find Doctor’s pale haunches clenching and releasing as he plunged into the opening between Nurse’s spread legs. Lad did cough to make them aware of his presence, but knew they could not hear him over slapping skin, juices churning, and the moans of carnal satisfaction.
Lad became fascinated by the dancing balls of the doctor and his shiny phallus when on the upstroke from Nurse’s box; he felt his own body respond to the sight before him and touched his stiff member longing to insert it into a warm, wet glove of his own. Lad lost himself for a moment, rubbing his penis while wishing it was being handled in a different manner; he was on the verge of spilling his seed when Doctor beat him to it. He threw himself into Nurse so powerfully, Lad was sure she was going to split in two. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she lost control. Nurse felt impaled by the doctor and everything within her opened up and rushed forth. She screamed and clung to Doctor; he lowered his head and bit her neck. Weak with fierce, overwhelming desire, Lad crumbled to his knees.
After a while, Doctor rolled out and off Nurse onto his back; his sated penis hanging sticky against his scrotum. The lips of Nurse’s vortex were swollen as if they were on a face punched by a fist; indeed, they had certainly taken a beating. Doctor was the first to come to his senses and notice the light, and hence, the lad. Sitting up, the doctor made no move to cover himself, but lowered Nurse’s skirt to hide her treasures. Nurse herself covered her breasts with her button-less blouse and sat up as well. The pair on the ground noticed the signs of Lad’s desires and he blushed when he realized there was tell-tale evidence of his lust on his trousers. He quickly explained why he sought the doctor out and then stumbled back to the pavilion.
While Nurse did her best to tidy her braided hair, Doctor pulled himself together and then helped Nurse to her unsteady feet. Keeping sight of the lights glowing from the pavilion, the duo carefully made their way back to the reality of their catastrophic existence, but both all the more able to endure the external pressures having dissipated those within.
Originally published September 2010