Firewatch Ch 16

A sleeping bag on the ground isn’t the softest, but Hailee is soft. Aria looks fondly into her eyes as she gently makes love to her, missionary style in the tent. The flap is open and the night air blows in, creating a contrast between the heat of sweaty skin and exertion and the chill breeze. Ro is beside them, cuddling close for warmth, kissing Hailee and playing with her breasts as she touches herself.

Aria pulls out and joins the kiss, moving aside. Hailee lets out a sound of discontent, but begins to moan again as Aria’s fingers pleasure her. Ro opportunistically leans across Hailee’s body, and Aria obligingly moves to allow her access. Ro has a small mouth, but Aria finds it particularly erotic to be sucked by someone so petite. Ro is a graduate student, and incredibly knowledgeable and diligent. She’s just as diligent in the throes of passion, but much less knowledgeable.

Aria guides Ro’s face between Hailee’s legs, then takes over kissing the brunette while Ro licks her. Hailee cums again and again, moaning Aria’s mouth. Only when she is little more than happy jelly does Aria turn her attention fully to Ro, putting her firmly on her hands and knees. Aria savors the look and feel of Ro’s firm little bottom as she gives her a vigorous fucking that leaves her begging for more. Aria gives her everything she asks for, putting her on her back and thrusting deep inside. Ro offers her lips as she takes it, desperate to be kissed. Aria’s tongue is in Ro’s mouth when the redhead finishes, her pussy dancing ecstatically around the shaft.

F-FILES

Even from a distance, the view is explicit. Aria finally pulls out, and Flores can see Ro’s wet thighs, swollen labia, and the thick cum oozing out of her. She jabs Wilde, and Wilde nods. Quietly, they pull back from their place of concealment and retreat through the dark to the path.

Flores is embarrassed. There wasn’t any need to watch until the end, but it didn’t occur to her to look away. “I’m not seeing anything sinister here, Wilde,” she whispers. “I don’t endorse leaving home with strangers and having unprotected sex with them, but they aren’t breaking any laws. This is just young people doing young people things.”

“Don’t you want to know what’s in that binder? What’s on those tapes we couldn’t find at the house? What made this girl go with these two?”

“The binder and the tapes—that’s just personal curiosity. It’s not anything within the FBI’s purview. And I’m comfortable saying that Aria Durano is an attractive woman. Hailee Siegel’s upbringing strikes me as sheltered and conservative. What’s unnatural about her wanting to cut loose and get some excitement?”

They’re away from the fire, and Flores’s eyes have adjusted. Wilde looks annoyed.

Flores doesn’t blink. “Wilde, we’re here to enforce the law.”

“Not to get the truth? You know something’s wrong here, Flores.”

Flores squares up. “Maybe, but on what grounds can we say that we’re working to protect the public interest? All we’re doing here is voyeurism. The taxpayers aren’t paying for us to be out here satisfying our curiosity.”

The sound of pine needles being trod on is only a whisper, but even that carries when the owls fall silent.

Wilde and Flores look up. A figure stands on the trail, deep in shadow.

Flores automatically turns on her light and brings it up.

A woman squints and uses her hand to bock the light, which catches on the star pinned her to her brown jacket. The silhouette of her hat and her gun belt communicate everything. Flores lowers the light and lifts her ID, careful not to speak too loudly. Hailee’s campsite is hardly more than a hundred feet from this spot.

“FBI,” Flores says before Wilde can.

“Barney Police,” the woman replies.

Wilde and Flores exchange a look. For the first time since their arrival here, Wilde looks thrown.