Sneak off with Artyom

Dadonov leaves us with the basic orders to keep a low profile and wait for him. Everybody is relatively spread out. Naturally, Artyom and I gravitate towards each other. I’m sitting against a tree, my knees up, my rifle across my lap.

“Look at Smirnov.” I whisper to him. “He’s asleep.”

Artyom looks over at him, sitting against a stump. He laughs quietly.

“Mouth wide open.” He whispers. I can’t help but giggle.

We turn our attention back to each other.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” I tell him.

“Thinking what?” He asks me.

“Use your imagination.” I say, and give him a wink.

“Then I think that you’re thinking what I’m thinking.” He whispers in a sultry voice.

A fiendish grin crosses my face when my evil plan comes together in my head. I shoot Artyom a look of raw sexual hunger.

“Do you know that fallen tree, with the big upturned roots?” I ask him, motioning with my head. “The one maybe seventy meters that way?”

“Yes.” He affirms, wearing his own fiendish grin.

“I’m going to sneak off and go over there.” I whisper to him. “Wait five, maybe ten minutes and meet me there.”

I look into his eyes and lick my lips sensuously. “And be ready.”

I slip away without much difficulty, and quietly move towards the fallen tree. I follow along its trunk until I reach the upturned roots and duck behind them. It’s a perfect spot, a wall of dirt right between me and everybody else. The wait for Artyom is agonizing. I can hardly contain my excitement.

I turn my head to the crunch of a footstep and see Artyom coming over to me. We lean our weapons against the tree before locking eyes.

He scoops my legs out from under me, literally sweeping me off my feet as we meet for a kiss. He brings me straight to the ground for another furious, face paced, handsy make out session.

The fire that was burning inside me is roaring even brighter. I wrap my arms and legs around Artyom and roll him off of me and onto his back. I sit up and feel his already full bulge rubbing against my crotch. I put my hands on his chest and grind on him.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” I tell him, and shuffle back until I’m kneeling between his feet. “Take your cock out.”

Artyom obliges, spreading his coat and undoing his belt and buttons. I look on in anticipation, and bite my lip when I finally see what he’s been hiding.

I lean forwards onto one hand to steady myself. I wrap the other around the smooth shaft of Artyom’s rock hard dick.

"I guess you were ready." I say with a smirk, stroking him up and down. I slowly edge my face closer and closer to his cock, stopping just short of his tip. I can see how agonizing it is for him to wait.

I decide that I've teased him enough, stop stroking, and take his head into my mouth, kissing and sucking, and tonguing him. Artyom lets out a gasp of approval. I adjust my grip and start to work my head and my hand in concert.

I'm so nervous about getting caught, but the risk makes everything so much hotter. The sensations are heavenly for both of us. With all the mechanical, unenthusiastic times I've had to pleasure my commissar, I almost forgot how much I loved to give head. With him, with how turned on I am, I can truly let my skills show. I pleasure him with a steady rhythm. I twist my hand with every stroke.

"How did you get so good at this?" He asks, breathing hard. I pull my lips back but continue jerking his dick.

"Experience." I tell him with a smirk.

"I bet you never had trouble getting a second date!" He gasps, throwing his head back.

"Hey!" I object. "I didn't blow every guy on the first date!"

"As long as you blow me." He chuckles. "I'd bring you flowers, and take you somewhere fancy. You'd have to."

"I'd want to." I say, wink at him, then wrap my lips back around his head.

I carry on for a while, much to his satisfaction, and to mine. I can tell he's getting close. I pull back again and shoot him a devilish look.

"I'm going to make you cum." I tell him, and dive back in.

I launch a full blown **** on his cock, furiously sucking and lashing his head with my tongue inside of my mouth. Artyom groans. I feel his cock twitch. It's growing. The anticipation is killing me. I'm hungry for his load.

"Oh shit." He moans. "Fuck... fuck...."

His cock leaps and the back of my mouth is painted with a jet of hot cum. "Fuck!" Artyom gasps, his dick twitching and spurting. My eyes widen. I stop stroking him and form a tight vacuum seal around his head with my lips.

"Mmmmmmm!" I moan in satisfaction as spurt after spurt of warm cum splatter my throat and the insides of my cheeks. It feels so good that I roll my eyes back. His load is so big that it fills my whole mouth. I start to gulp it all down, still sucking on his tip. His cum is sweet. A little bit leaks out and dribbles down my chin.

"Holy shit." He pants when it's all over. "That might have been the best thing I've ever felt!"

I pull my head back and wipe my chin with my finger. "I enjoyed that just as much as you did." I tell him, before looking into his eyes and licking my finger clean.

"Fuck!" He whispers. "Somebody's coming!"