Page 39 of Hunt Me
Fauna is no exception and that makes me murderous.
What else makes me murderous is the noises coming from that same woman’s lips.
Never mind what am I doing, what the fuck is she doing?
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that those sounds are moans of pleasure. Pleasure that, by the sounds of it is getting higher and higher for her.
Thank fuck I’m having a cold wash. I didn’t think twice when I decided to give her all of the hot water, leaving myself with the icy cold liquid streaming down on me from the broken shower head. The cold doesn’t bother me. I’m welcoming it at this point as it’s the only thing stopping me from exploding to the sounds of her needy moans.
Fuck.
She sounds so good, so desperate.
What if she’s doing it on purpose? Surely she knows that I can hear everything. Her moans of pleasure are like a siren song to my ears, beckoning me to come closer.
Another needy moan sounds from Fauna’s stall, this one a higher pitch than the last and the distinct sound of something slapping echoes out.
My ears prick trying to figure out if the slapping sound is something to worry about.
Did she fall?
Fauna is undoubtedly crazy, but she didn’t seem like the I hit myself whilst masturbating kind of crazy. But I’m an open-minded man and I’m not judging if that’s what she’s into.
There it is again, the faint sound of a slap of a palm, but now I’m closer to the sound. I can make out what it is hitting against – the wall.
Fauna lets out another needy moan and somehow I’ve made my way to the front of her cubical. The blue plastic sheet hanging between us.
Oh fuck.
Leave man, you need to leave. It’s so simple. Turn and take one step in front of the other.
I bite my knuckle, torn as to what to do.
Which head to listen to.
But Fauna being the horny thing she is makes up my mind for me as she lets out a cry of absolute need that has my hand shooting out and gripping the curtain before I can even think about it.
Plastic crumples, and the hooks all but snap off the rail with the force I use to tear away the barrier between us.
Fauna’s lustful eyes blink up at me, and she braces herself against the back wall. You’d think she’d scramble for something, move to cover herself, or at least look shocked by my blatant intrusion, but she doesn’t do anything.
She watches me, waiting.
Her heavy-lidded hazel eyes drink me in, my naked chest and the tattoos painted across it, whatever expression that is written across my face. I feel her eyes linger on the skull tattooed across my heart, but it only grabs her attention for a minute or so before those pretty eyes go wide. And I realise why.
I haven’t just barged into her shower cubical, completely invading her privacy, but I’ve done it whilst naked, my Johnson out on full display with the biggest hard-on I’ve ever had in my entire life.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Mother of all fucks.
I feel my lips open as if to say something. Maybe an apology? I don’t know because how the fuck do I apologise for this?
My social cues are a little rusty, you know, with the apocalypse and all that, but I’m pretty sure me showing her my boner whilst she’s about to orgasm can’t be blamed on the world ending. If she didn’t think it already she’s definitely going to think I’m a freak now.
But my little deer makes my mouth fall wider, so wide my jaw might as well be on the fucking floor because instead of screaming and throwing her shower supplies at the naked dafty in front of her the top set of her straight white teeth bite into her plush bottom lip.
