Smuggler’s Pass


There were just two of them in that cabin, a man and a woman.  They gave me shelter for the night when I was on my way to the Smuggler’s Pass.Asking questions was not safe in that land torn by the war for years and none were asked.  The woman was very young. She looked innocent and beautiful with blond hair and eyes blue and deep like lakes.  She glanced at me a few times and blushed slightly when realized that I spotted her attention. The man was much older than her, but I hardly remember him as we barely said a few words to each other.As there was only one bed in the cabin, I settled on the floor near the stove that was making the cabin warm. Exhausted by my travels, I quickly güvenilir bahis fell asleep.  I woke feeling pain as if a needle pricked my heart, but it was just a bad dream.  I heard my hosts whispering.  No words could be discerned but it sounded as if she was pleading with her man against something he was insisting on.    When the whispering stopped, the bed creaked and I heard the rustle of clothes being taken off, more creaking, woman’s gasp followed by an unmistakable rhythm of copulating with the man on top. Afraid to make a move, I held my breath listening to the man’s grunting and panting, to woman’s begging him to be quiet, to her whispers turning into whimpers güvenilir bahis siteleri that were getting loud and untamed, to his grunts turning into growls, and to her moans joining and surpassing his in a feral howl.Once that was over, the man fell soundly asleep.   I lay on the floor, stirred, excited, mesmerized.  I was young and it had been a long time since I was with a woman. My turn with a prostitute before they sent me into battle did not count. For long minutes or maybe an hour, I did not hear her breathing and she did not hear mine. Both awake, we conspired in our mutual silence. It was pitch dark, but I was sure that the woman was looking at me and iddaa siteleri that she knew I was looking at her.I was dying to have her. Most likely, tomorrow I would be dead anyway, I thought.Still in the dark, I cautiously stretched my hand on a hunch that I could reach hers and I did. She squeezed my palm.  I gently pulled her toward me, she followed, slipped out of the bed and joined me on the floor. Already naked, she touched me and gasped, feeling how strongly I was ready for her. Embracing her with one hand, I pulled her toward me.  The other hand made a brief stop to cap her breast hardened under my touch. She gasped again feeling that hand on her mons, suggestively opened her thighs. The man turned on the bed and his snoring stopped.  Her nails dug into my back and her thighs tightened their hold of my hand.  In a few seconds though, the snoring resumed.  Exhaled with relief, she opened her legs for me. 

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