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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,425
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Wet Wonder
TITLE: Wet Wonder
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Lost
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple Season 2
SYNOPSIS: After finding the hatch, Kate finds the showers and gets a little help washing her back and more.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
Kate absently listened to Desmond and Locke talking about the button as she looked around the room with all its archaic equipment. She wasn't really interested in the conversation, but she was curious about the rest of the underground complex, so she decided to take Jack and Saheed's lead and went exploring.
She pushed open a few doors, either finding storage areas or what looked like offices, but didn't enter any of them until she found what appeared to be a large communal bathroom, with a row of showers against its tiled back wall. She dropped her knapsack near the door and eyed the showers, barely letting herself hope that they still actually worked and crossed the room to them. There were two levers about halfway between each of the showerheads and the floor, one marked with a red tab and the other with a blue one. She reached out a hand and rested it on the red marked lever. She took a breath and then turned it slowly clockwise. Nothing happened and she sighed and shrugged. It had been worth a shot. She was about to turn the lever back when a loud gurgling sound and a knocking noise came from behind the wall. The showerhead seemed to shudder for a moment and then fitfully spat out brown, dirty water.
She held her hand under the water as the spray grew steadier and then clearer. After a moment she had to pull her hand away as the water became uncomfortably hot and steam began to rise from it. She shut off the water and grinned to herself. She tested it one more time, just to make sure that it wasn't a fluke or that she wasn't dreaming and the water ran clear and hot. "She should go tell someone." She thought to herself, looking longingly at the shower and the little bit of steam that lingered. Finding the hatch was a marvel and a mystery, but finding a working, hot water shower was a miracle. There were cabinets and lockers on the opposite wall from the showers and she moved to inspect them, finding towels as well as shower gel and even a sponge, still sealed in plastic.
She agonized over her decision for about twenty seconds and then grabbed the shower gel and sponge and headed back to the shower. "After all she had to make sure that it was working properly." She told herself, well aware of the duplicity inherent in her rationalization and not really caring. She turned the cold-water lever and let the cold water clear as well and then stripped out of her clothes. She could almost already feel the hot, relaxing spray against her skin. It took her a few adjustments on both levers to get the right heat and pressure and then she stepped under the steaming spray. She sighed loudly into the empty room as the hot needles of water rained down on her skin to pelt her neck and shoulders before sheeting down her body. She lifted her face to the spray for a few moments and then raked her fingers through her hair and out of her face.
She lathered up quickly and washed herself, after realizing that there was actually the slim possibility that the hot water might not last. She rinsed off, feeling truly clean for the first time in months and it appears she still had hot water to spare. She placed her hands on the cool tiles in front of her and leaned forward, letting the spray beat down on her back and shoulders. There was nothing quite as relaxing as a hot shower, well almost nothing. She found her mind suddenly flitting across the topless images of both Jack and Sawyer and admonished herself sternly. But, it didn't stop her from taking one of her hands from the tiles and lightly caressing her breasts with it. She moaned as her skin tightened and her nipple started to swell and harden under her tender ministrations. She closed her legs and slowly rubbed her thighs together as the muscles of her sex clenched against each other and she felt her self flood with warm, lubricating cream.
She was about to let her hand slide lower when her head jerked up and her eyes, which had been half lidded, flew open when she felt large, strong hands slide up her back and start to slowly massage her shoulders. She felt a hard muscled torso press against the small of her back and the unmistakable feel of an erection pressing between the globes of her ass. "Turn, be indignant, scream at him. Ask him what the hell he thinks his doing." She told herself, but instead she shifted her feet apart and pressed back against the thick, tube of throbbing flesh she felt in the crack of her ass. His hands shifted from her shoulders to the curve of her hips and she felt him shift downwards, his cock sliding down between her ass cheeks and then between her legs.
When he straightened back up, the pointed head of his cock slid through the blossoming petal of her snatch until it found her entrance. She took her hand from her breast and placed it back on the wall, just in time to brace herself as he thrust forward. She let her breath hiss out through clenched teeth as his shaft pressed through her tight, but moistly lubricated flesh, filling and stretching her with delicious friction. She heard him groan and pressed back and down, spreading her legs further, adding momentum to his thrust until his torso crashed against her buttocks and his cock was buried in her core with a grunt. He ground into her with rolling hips as she panted, processing the pleasurable sensation that made her sex tingle and pulse as it adjusted to the thick, long invader that was his throbbing cock.
After a moment he pulls back and she rocks forward until only his head is inside her before they reverse their movements. They work in unison and counterpoint to find a steady rhythm and a comfortable pace as his dick sawed back and forth through her tight snatch. She can hear him drag in air loudly through his nose and exhale heavily and warmly against her neck. The hot spray of the shower is an added caress as its hits her sensitized skin and sheets down her body in little rivulets that are like hundreds of tiny little fingers. Her fingers splay and flex against the cool tile in front of her in response to the spikes of pleasure his driving cock sends through her senses. His hands leave her hips once their rhythm is set. One, simply circles around and thick fingers find and diddle the exposed pearl of her clit making her gasp and then draw in a long shuddering breath to regain her composure. The other fights the water flowing down her rib cage to find her breast and fondle it firmly. His thumb and forefinger find, squeeze, roll, pinch and pull at her hard nipple sending delicious lightning strikes through her chest to add to the tight ball of energy building in a tight ball in the pit of her stomach.
His pace is unrelenting, but she matched him stroke for stroke. His fingers work their magic on her breast and clit adding to the energy in her belly and stoking the furnace inside her as she clenches and floods with sex grease that ignites adding fuel and heat to her molten core. Her ass shudders with the impact as his flesh crashes into hers as they strain against each other. Her head is down, her hair, a dark wet curtain across her vision and thick tendrils of steam made everything else hazy. She feels his lips and tongue lapping at her shoulder and occasionally nuzzling against her neck. Jack needs to shave, his heavy stubble scratches her skin, but it isn't completely unpleasant. She can feel her heart pounding against her ribs and her blood singing in her ears as she pants faster needing to find the air to fuel their passionate coupling. The growing energy in that tight little ball arches and sparks testing the restraints being imposed on it, sending out tendrils of electricity to lick at her nerves. Those restraints are growing closer and closer to failing as his driving cock and nimble fingers push her closer and closer to climax.
"Jack." She moans his name hoarsely and she feels his thrust falter for the first time. "No, sorry. I'm not." She hears the words and their Scottish accent and realizing who it is, freezes. "Desmond?" she queries, needing the verification although it could be no one else. "Yes. I'm really sorry. Err Kate is it? I haven't seen a woman in over three years, much less a beautiful, wet, naked one. I could no help myself. I thought you'd tell me to fuck off when I touched you, but when you didn't, I..." he explained his voice thick, sincere and pleading with his need for her to understand. She didn't know if he was aware of it, but he was still slowly rocking inside her and his hands and fingers still lightly caressed her while he talked. She was, especially when he stopped and started to pull away from her.
She made a decision, reached back, grabbed his ass in a firm grip and pulled him back to her. "Don't stop!" She commanded, her voice tight with need and frustration. She was too close and it had been too long. She would deal with any consequences later as she returned her hand to the tile after giving his firm ass cheek a squeeze of encouragement. He actually seemed to resist her for a moment, but then renewed his erotic assault on her body. She couldn't tell if it was the thrill of knowing that she was having sex with someone who was essentially a perfect stranger or if it was the extra effort he seemed to put into his hard, powerful driving strokes and fondling hands or her own increased roll and circle of her hips, but the orgasm that had been steadily building and had started to flag with the discovery of her lover's identity and his subsequent explanation once again flared to brilliant life.
Their bodies slapped wetly together with the strength of their rolling thrusts as they connected and separated again and again and again. His teeth nipped at the corded muscle where her neck and shoulder met. The muscles of her back pressed back against the weight of his hard chest as they flexed and shifted with her movement. The hot water pounded onto her skin like heated needles. She lifted her head, tossing the wet, mass of her dark hair back as she felt herself starting to tremble as she teetered on the very edge of release. His fingers clenched on her flesh applying hard, sharp pressure on the tingling skin of her breasts and clit, and she threw her head back and let out a loud wordless cry as her pussy clamped around his shaft where it lay buried in her depths as his pubic bone ground into her ass and the ball of energy in her belly escaped its bounds, exploded into a myriad of sparkling shards of pleasure that inundated her senses. "Oh fuck!" she heard him swear, followed by a heavy grunt before she became deaf and blind to the world as her orgasm ripped through her body and her muscles went tense and hard.
She felt him expand and deflate in side her, pressing against the vice grip of her climaxing sex. She felt thick liquid heat added to her own with each jerking pulse of his hard shaft inside her which in turn, sent another cascading wave of pleasure rolling through her body to crash into her consciousness, shattering it so that all she was left with was pure ecstatic sensation. He seemed to cum for a very long time, which kept her orgasm pulsing through her body. The feel of the water cooling as it fell on her skin that heralded the return of the world and her senses. She could feel his head resting on her shoulder and his weight on her back and as if those realization were a signal her arms unlocked and she fell forward, barely able to catch herself in time to stop from smacking her forehead against the tile, her energy spent, her body relaxed and sated. As, it was she let her forehead rest against the white tile, grateful for its coolness and support.
She groaned as he slid out of her and she felt him take his weight off her back to stand behind her. She could feel the combined juices of their coupling slowly trickle down the inside of her thigh before it is washed away by the cooling spray of the shower The water was rapidly growing cold as it fell on her back and down her body, and she turned her head to the side to watch him turn off the water. She took deep; steadying breaths to bring her heartbeat back to normal and then shivered slightly. A, moment later, she feels a soft, fluffy towel dabbed lightly on the skin of her back and then wrapped around her. She takes it from him and dries herself a little before securing the large bath sheet around her. She finally turns to look at the Scotsman they had found in the hatch finding him with a towel wrapped around his waist. She searches his eyes and a wordless agreement passes between them. They had done what they had done and no one but them ever needed to know about it. He nods once, a slight, grateful smile touching his lips and lighting his eyes and then turned collected his clothes and shoes, which he had left near the door, and left.
Kate sighed heavily and walked over to the lockers to grab a smaller towel to dry her hair. Her skin still tingled slightly and her sex still twitched moistly against itself, mute evidence that what had happened was real. She was glad when she found relatively clean clothes in her knapsack and using her bikini as underwear she dressed quickly, feeling clean and contented. She wiped the mirror clear of the mist that covered it from the steam of the shower before raking a brush through her still slightly damp hair. She studied her reflection in the mirror, her clear eyes staring back at her contemplatively. "I really wanted it to be Jack, didn't I?" She asked herself and that thought worried her even more than that it had turned out to be Desmond.
THE END
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Lost
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple Season 2
SYNOPSIS: After finding the hatch, Kate finds the showers and gets a little help washing her back and more.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
Kate absently listened to Desmond and Locke talking about the button as she looked around the room with all its archaic equipment. She wasn't really interested in the conversation, but she was curious about the rest of the underground complex, so she decided to take Jack and Saheed's lead and went exploring.
She pushed open a few doors, either finding storage areas or what looked like offices, but didn't enter any of them until she found what appeared to be a large communal bathroom, with a row of showers against its tiled back wall. She dropped her knapsack near the door and eyed the showers, barely letting herself hope that they still actually worked and crossed the room to them. There were two levers about halfway between each of the showerheads and the floor, one marked with a red tab and the other with a blue one. She reached out a hand and rested it on the red marked lever. She took a breath and then turned it slowly clockwise. Nothing happened and she sighed and shrugged. It had been worth a shot. She was about to turn the lever back when a loud gurgling sound and a knocking noise came from behind the wall. The showerhead seemed to shudder for a moment and then fitfully spat out brown, dirty water.
She held her hand under the water as the spray grew steadier and then clearer. After a moment she had to pull her hand away as the water became uncomfortably hot and steam began to rise from it. She shut off the water and grinned to herself. She tested it one more time, just to make sure that it wasn't a fluke or that she wasn't dreaming and the water ran clear and hot. "She should go tell someone." She thought to herself, looking longingly at the shower and the little bit of steam that lingered. Finding the hatch was a marvel and a mystery, but finding a working, hot water shower was a miracle. There were cabinets and lockers on the opposite wall from the showers and she moved to inspect them, finding towels as well as shower gel and even a sponge, still sealed in plastic.
She agonized over her decision for about twenty seconds and then grabbed the shower gel and sponge and headed back to the shower. "After all she had to make sure that it was working properly." She told herself, well aware of the duplicity inherent in her rationalization and not really caring. She turned the cold-water lever and let the cold water clear as well and then stripped out of her clothes. She could almost already feel the hot, relaxing spray against her skin. It took her a few adjustments on both levers to get the right heat and pressure and then she stepped under the steaming spray. She sighed loudly into the empty room as the hot needles of water rained down on her skin to pelt her neck and shoulders before sheeting down her body. She lifted her face to the spray for a few moments and then raked her fingers through her hair and out of her face.
She lathered up quickly and washed herself, after realizing that there was actually the slim possibility that the hot water might not last. She rinsed off, feeling truly clean for the first time in months and it appears she still had hot water to spare. She placed her hands on the cool tiles in front of her and leaned forward, letting the spray beat down on her back and shoulders. There was nothing quite as relaxing as a hot shower, well almost nothing. She found her mind suddenly flitting across the topless images of both Jack and Sawyer and admonished herself sternly. But, it didn't stop her from taking one of her hands from the tiles and lightly caressing her breasts with it. She moaned as her skin tightened and her nipple started to swell and harden under her tender ministrations. She closed her legs and slowly rubbed her thighs together as the muscles of her sex clenched against each other and she felt her self flood with warm, lubricating cream.
She was about to let her hand slide lower when her head jerked up and her eyes, which had been half lidded, flew open when she felt large, strong hands slide up her back and start to slowly massage her shoulders. She felt a hard muscled torso press against the small of her back and the unmistakable feel of an erection pressing between the globes of her ass. "Turn, be indignant, scream at him. Ask him what the hell he thinks his doing." She told herself, but instead she shifted her feet apart and pressed back against the thick, tube of throbbing flesh she felt in the crack of her ass. His hands shifted from her shoulders to the curve of her hips and she felt him shift downwards, his cock sliding down between her ass cheeks and then between her legs.
When he straightened back up, the pointed head of his cock slid through the blossoming petal of her snatch until it found her entrance. She took her hand from her breast and placed it back on the wall, just in time to brace herself as he thrust forward. She let her breath hiss out through clenched teeth as his shaft pressed through her tight, but moistly lubricated flesh, filling and stretching her with delicious friction. She heard him groan and pressed back and down, spreading her legs further, adding momentum to his thrust until his torso crashed against her buttocks and his cock was buried in her core with a grunt. He ground into her with rolling hips as she panted, processing the pleasurable sensation that made her sex tingle and pulse as it adjusted to the thick, long invader that was his throbbing cock.
After a moment he pulls back and she rocks forward until only his head is inside her before they reverse their movements. They work in unison and counterpoint to find a steady rhythm and a comfortable pace as his dick sawed back and forth through her tight snatch. She can hear him drag in air loudly through his nose and exhale heavily and warmly against her neck. The hot spray of the shower is an added caress as its hits her sensitized skin and sheets down her body in little rivulets that are like hundreds of tiny little fingers. Her fingers splay and flex against the cool tile in front of her in response to the spikes of pleasure his driving cock sends through her senses. His hands leave her hips once their rhythm is set. One, simply circles around and thick fingers find and diddle the exposed pearl of her clit making her gasp and then draw in a long shuddering breath to regain her composure. The other fights the water flowing down her rib cage to find her breast and fondle it firmly. His thumb and forefinger find, squeeze, roll, pinch and pull at her hard nipple sending delicious lightning strikes through her chest to add to the tight ball of energy building in a tight ball in the pit of her stomach.
His pace is unrelenting, but she matched him stroke for stroke. His fingers work their magic on her breast and clit adding to the energy in her belly and stoking the furnace inside her as she clenches and floods with sex grease that ignites adding fuel and heat to her molten core. Her ass shudders with the impact as his flesh crashes into hers as they strain against each other. Her head is down, her hair, a dark wet curtain across her vision and thick tendrils of steam made everything else hazy. She feels his lips and tongue lapping at her shoulder and occasionally nuzzling against her neck. Jack needs to shave, his heavy stubble scratches her skin, but it isn't completely unpleasant. She can feel her heart pounding against her ribs and her blood singing in her ears as she pants faster needing to find the air to fuel their passionate coupling. The growing energy in that tight little ball arches and sparks testing the restraints being imposed on it, sending out tendrils of electricity to lick at her nerves. Those restraints are growing closer and closer to failing as his driving cock and nimble fingers push her closer and closer to climax.
"Jack." She moans his name hoarsely and she feels his thrust falter for the first time. "No, sorry. I'm not." She hears the words and their Scottish accent and realizing who it is, freezes. "Desmond?" she queries, needing the verification although it could be no one else. "Yes. I'm really sorry. Err Kate is it? I haven't seen a woman in over three years, much less a beautiful, wet, naked one. I could no help myself. I thought you'd tell me to fuck off when I touched you, but when you didn't, I..." he explained his voice thick, sincere and pleading with his need for her to understand. She didn't know if he was aware of it, but he was still slowly rocking inside her and his hands and fingers still lightly caressed her while he talked. She was, especially when he stopped and started to pull away from her.
She made a decision, reached back, grabbed his ass in a firm grip and pulled him back to her. "Don't stop!" She commanded, her voice tight with need and frustration. She was too close and it had been too long. She would deal with any consequences later as she returned her hand to the tile after giving his firm ass cheek a squeeze of encouragement. He actually seemed to resist her for a moment, but then renewed his erotic assault on her body. She couldn't tell if it was the thrill of knowing that she was having sex with someone who was essentially a perfect stranger or if it was the extra effort he seemed to put into his hard, powerful driving strokes and fondling hands or her own increased roll and circle of her hips, but the orgasm that had been steadily building and had started to flag with the discovery of her lover's identity and his subsequent explanation once again flared to brilliant life.
Their bodies slapped wetly together with the strength of their rolling thrusts as they connected and separated again and again and again. His teeth nipped at the corded muscle where her neck and shoulder met. The muscles of her back pressed back against the weight of his hard chest as they flexed and shifted with her movement. The hot water pounded onto her skin like heated needles. She lifted her head, tossing the wet, mass of her dark hair back as she felt herself starting to tremble as she teetered on the very edge of release. His fingers clenched on her flesh applying hard, sharp pressure on the tingling skin of her breasts and clit, and she threw her head back and let out a loud wordless cry as her pussy clamped around his shaft where it lay buried in her depths as his pubic bone ground into her ass and the ball of energy in her belly escaped its bounds, exploded into a myriad of sparkling shards of pleasure that inundated her senses. "Oh fuck!" she heard him swear, followed by a heavy grunt before she became deaf and blind to the world as her orgasm ripped through her body and her muscles went tense and hard.
She felt him expand and deflate in side her, pressing against the vice grip of her climaxing sex. She felt thick liquid heat added to her own with each jerking pulse of his hard shaft inside her which in turn, sent another cascading wave of pleasure rolling through her body to crash into her consciousness, shattering it so that all she was left with was pure ecstatic sensation. He seemed to cum for a very long time, which kept her orgasm pulsing through her body. The feel of the water cooling as it fell on her skin that heralded the return of the world and her senses. She could feel his head resting on her shoulder and his weight on her back and as if those realization were a signal her arms unlocked and she fell forward, barely able to catch herself in time to stop from smacking her forehead against the tile, her energy spent, her body relaxed and sated. As, it was she let her forehead rest against the white tile, grateful for its coolness and support.
She groaned as he slid out of her and she felt him take his weight off her back to stand behind her. She could feel the combined juices of their coupling slowly trickle down the inside of her thigh before it is washed away by the cooling spray of the shower The water was rapidly growing cold as it fell on her back and down her body, and she turned her head to the side to watch him turn off the water. She took deep; steadying breaths to bring her heartbeat back to normal and then shivered slightly. A, moment later, she feels a soft, fluffy towel dabbed lightly on the skin of her back and then wrapped around her. She takes it from him and dries herself a little before securing the large bath sheet around her. She finally turns to look at the Scotsman they had found in the hatch finding him with a towel wrapped around his waist. She searches his eyes and a wordless agreement passes between them. They had done what they had done and no one but them ever needed to know about it. He nods once, a slight, grateful smile touching his lips and lighting his eyes and then turned collected his clothes and shoes, which he had left near the door, and left.
Kate sighed heavily and walked over to the lockers to grab a smaller towel to dry her hair. Her skin still tingled slightly and her sex still twitched moistly against itself, mute evidence that what had happened was real. She was glad when she found relatively clean clothes in her knapsack and using her bikini as underwear she dressed quickly, feeling clean and contented. She wiped the mirror clear of the mist that covered it from the steam of the shower before raking a brush through her still slightly damp hair. She studied her reflection in the mirror, her clear eyes staring back at her contemplatively. "I really wanted it to be Jack, didn't I?" She asked herself and that thought worried her even more than that it had turned out to be Desmond.
THE END