Rescue

You tighten your grip on the butt of your gun; slowly you pull back on the slide. A glint of brass shows in the chamber and you let the slide spring back into place. From around the corner you can hear the sound of raised voices and you risk a second look.

The two men were arguing, you couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it was clear from the pointing and shouting that both of them felt that they had first claim on the **** woman. The woman in question lay sprawled across one of the food court tables, almost forgotten as the two men bickered.

Now was your chance, you stepped around the corner. The pistol in your hand seemed to rise of its own accord, you didn’t even realize you had pulled the trigger until the defining boom began to echo off the walls. You’re first shot hit home, slamming into the chest of the brute that had so viciously knocked the women out; you didn’t even see him fall as you turned your weapon on his companion.

Your second shoot was wide; giving the second man time to draw his gun, time seemed to slow as you squeezed the trigger a third time. You saw a spurt of blood explode from his shoulder an instant before the impact of the shoot spun him around and he fell. Slowly you edged forward, stepping around the tables; he was down but still moving, the gun in your hand bucked once more and he was still.

For a long time you just stood there, your hands shaking as you stared at his lifeless body, the next thing you knew you were on your knees heaving as you were violently sick. Slowly you get to your feet and turn your attention towards the women; gently you rolled her over, brushing her jet black hair away from her face as you reached for her neck.

Her pulse was slow but steady, and you sighed with relief, you sank into a seat beside the table, still somewhat shaken by recent events. For the first time you allowed yourself to truly look at her, she was Latino or had that look about her, somewhere in her early twenties.

You felt your eyes roaming down towards her naked breast and tore your gaze away, getting up you moved over to the two dead bodies, quickly riffling through their pockets. Your search turned up a snub nosed revolver, a 38 by the looks of it and few dozen rounds. The other guy had half a dozen shotgun cartridges and you found a fully loaded shotgun resting against the next table over.

Gently you lifted the women, cradling her against your chest has you made your way back down to your hideout, You could feel your arousal growing at the touch of her naked flesh. You could barely tear your eyes from her naked breast as you laid her down on your cot. You could feel your cock straining against the confines of your trousers as your eyes flickered from her face to her breast, then down to the sparse tangle of pubic hair that framed her sex.

It had been weeks since you had seen a woman, let alone had one naked upon your bed.