A little relief

Martin's eyes dart back and forth along the shoreline, then down to his drooping cock, still wet from my mouth. "Jesus Christ! I can't believe I...and in front of all these..."

I look around. No one is paying us the slightest attention. Why would they? "Does it matter? You enjoyed it, despite all," I say as I rise to my feet and bend down to retrieve my utilities.

His face flushes. "Maybe because of it all," he mutters to himself. Then he straightens. "Thanks, Marissa. I mean it."

I grin at him while drying my feet against the grass and putting on my boots. "Anytime. But now dinner."

Our noses lead us down a maze of paths to a pleasant grassy yard, a food station placed at the far end and a line of hungry residents. Martin joins the end of the queue, and I fall in behind him.

The line moves fairly fast. When we're about halfway around the yard, the young man behind me taps me on the shoulder. "Oy, there, I don't believe I have seen you before."

I smile at him. "Just visiting. I come from a polly blueward."

"Your hair is quite pretty. Perhaps you would like a quick fuck while we are waiting?"

I consider it briefly. My cunt has gone an entire day without satisfaction, and then only by my own hand. I look over at Martin. He's facing away from me, but I can see how his back and shoulders are tensed. I remember the look on his face when I was fucking Derrick.

"You're very kind to offer," I tell the man, "but I will have to decline."

"Very well, I understand," he responds. We spend the next few moments in conversation, discussing recent tasks we've had. The man primarily splits his time between fishing and working in one of the manufactories, though Auto did assign him a provisioner run to a nearby polly three days back. When we finally reach the food station and receive our meals, he bids me farewell and moves off down one of the paths leading away from the yard.

Martin and I, too, move to an adjacent yard, sitting down on the grass and leaning back against a partition. Our meal is the same as yesterday's--a loaf of bread and bowl of garum, but this time leavened with synth-meat. I look about, taking in the atmosphere. The sunstrand has almost faded completely. All around me are the sounds of whispered conversations and laughter and the slapping of thighs against each other, of fellowship. The garum tastes especially savory on my tongue, so fresh this close to the lake.

"That man," says Martin as we eat. "Why did you reject him? I hope it wasn't because of me?"

"I couldn't forget that look on your face before," I respond. "You were so sad."

"Marissa...I don't...I don't want to keep you from doing anything you'd normally do. I don't want to stand in the way of your happiness."

"It was my choice," I say firmly. "And it happens to make me very happy not to cause you pain while we are travelling together."

We finish our food in companionable silence.

"Marissa," says Martin, "I'd like to reciprocate what you did for me earlier...with my hand. Is that okay?"

"I would love that, Martin."

"I suppose we should find a room first?"

"No," I say, shaking my head. "We should do it here. This is likely to be...messy." I lean further back and spread apart my thighs.

"O-Okay." His hand tentatively reaches for my cunt. Two fingers push in, deep. One scrapes against the bottom of the passage, and I hiss in discomfort.

"Too hard!"

"Oh, God! Sorry! Believe it or not, I have done this before."

"It is alright," I laugh breathily. "Every girl is different."

His fingers reposition to a more appropriate depth, moving in and out, and his thumb roots around my clitoral hood, seeking the nub beneath. A low buzz starts in my core. I sigh in contentment, focused on keeping my breathing steady as the sensation builds.

It is not enough. I grab his other hand and bring it to my bub. "Pinch my nipple!" I order. "Savage it!" He obeys, and I let out a startled cry. My cunt is really beginning to salivate, the penetrating motion of Martin's fingers producing a loud squelching sound.

I can no longer control my breathing, and my heart beats rapidly, thundering in my ears. "Martin, don't stop!" I gasp. I reach my release moments later, lights flashing before my eyes, my whole body shuddering, cunt spasming and gushing onto the ground below. When I return to myself, Martin is drying his hand on the grass beside me.

"Thank you!" I say, smiling.

"Anytime," he grins back.

"Auto, is there a vacant room nearby where we might sleep?" I ask.

"There is, Marissa, about thirty ems away. I can direct you. In addition, I have a pending message for you, Martin. Two of the council members wish to speak with you tomorrow before you depart."

"Oh, joy," he says, standing and helping me to my feet.

We find the room Auto indicated, but there is only a single bed. "Would you mind sharing?" I ask.

"I think I will survive."

I end up curled on my side, Martin's larger and taller form enveloping me from behind. His warm body pressed against my back and thighs, his breath fluttering my hair, his arm draped across my bubs--I find more comfort and security in his presence than any sheet could provide. His musk is strong in my nostrils, reminding me of the taste of his cock. As I drift off to sleep, I decide I like the smell very much.