Page 38 of Hunt Me
Yes, I know a sheet of plastic is fuck all between us but in my desperation the prospect of being warm and clean is more of a safety blanket than I’d care to admit. Plus, I practically slept on top of him last night, and he did nothing but act as a human-sized pillow, a very big one at that…
The cool, hard plastic chills my back as I lean against the wall underneath the shower head. I haven’t dared to switch it on yet. I need to steady my breathing first.
I count to five as I take one long inhale through my nose, ignoring the rotten smell coming from the drain beneath me. After five more breaths, I exhale, trying to deepen my outward breath. I repeat, steadying my breathing as I listen, wondering what Ruaridh’s next move will be.
After a couple of repeated breaths, I finally hear Ruaridh’s footsteps, the sound of them getting further away calming myracing heartbeat. Then, the telltale noise of a plastic curtain opening and closing comes from the other side of this section.
He’s taken the one furthest away from me.
I don’t know if what I’m feeling is relief or disappointment. Part of me thinks it’s a gentlemanly thing to do. The other, hornier part of me is slightly pissed. The least he could have done was… I don’t know what I want. I just know my body is feeling all types of sensations, and it wouldn’t mind a helping hand.
I mentally shove the latter, more reckless part of me into a cupboard and lock the door.
Finally hitting my tenth deep breath, I turn, stripping out of my filthy clothes, throwing them outside of the cubicle and switching on the handle for the hot water. For a moment, it's a little chilly, but I don’t mind. Then the glorious warmth begins to scald my skin, but no matter how hot it gets, I don’t move. I just stand here looking up at the faucet, watching the water flow.
Sudden worry for how long this will last washes over me, and I begin scrubbing frantically at my filthy body until my skin is a bright red.
It takes a while to get the knots out of my hair, but the wide-tooth comb that was left hanging from a pipe has been a lifesaver. Now I can run my fingers through my dark strands with no resistance.
I smile, gazing down at my body, fully looking myself over.
I’m clean.
For the first time in forever, I’m actually clean.
I continue to run my hands through my hair, down to the base of my skull, and then trail them down my neck and body. Thesoap has left a silky feeling on my skin, as well as a light shine, or maybe that's the way my clean skin should look.
I’ve lost weight again. This winter just gone being a particularly difficult one, but I’m glad I still look relatively healthy. Pride blooms through me with that. I’ve always made sure everyone else eats well, their health being the most important thing to me, but I’ve still managed to maintain a healthy body myself despite being significantly thinner than what my mother was when I was growing up. Perhaps one day I’ll have a home again, and then maybe I’ll be able to look as beautiful as she did.
My hands trail across my breasts, cupping them and noticing that they have grown again in this last year despite my weight loss. The touch sends a spark of heat to my core, and I’m not able to resist pinching my nipples in the process.
I bite my lower lip as pleasure races through me.
My right fingertips tease lower, exploring my naked curves to dip between my legs, all as I continue to pinch and roll my nipple with my other hand.
I can’t help the moan that escapes when I circle the bundle of nerves.
Fuck how long has it been since I felt such pleasure?
It must have been before the nights got darker. Has it really been that long? Is that why I feel like I’m about to explode after a few lazy circles of my clit.
I keep going, feeling the heat inside of me rising as I get closer and closer. More moans slip free, but I’m beyond caring. My only focus is the building pleasure inside of me.
I steady myself on the wall as I feel the searing heat rise to an almost explosive level.
I whimper, the sensation building to an overpowering level.
‘I’m—’ the plastic curtain being ripped open stops my confession. Fuck it stops everything as my half lidded sight meets Ruaridh’s gaze and the only word that come to mind when I take in his naked body, his panted breaths and fully erect cock isferal.
Chapter Eighteen
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Ruaridh
I’m stood here, as many plastic stalls down as I can be from Fauna, the biggest head fuck I’ve had, all so that she might feel a little safer.
The look on her face came as no surprise, and I wish I could say that I had never seen a look like that before, but I have. Most of us have. It would be a lie to say those looks didn’t exist before the apocalypse, but almost everyone you come across now holds one in one form or another.
