Survival [Post Apocalyptic/Straight/Sex (duh)]

Everything weighed on Garrett's body. From the wound in his leg to the equipment he carried to the thought of what he might find next in this post-apocalyptic nightmare he continued to live. A part of him wondered why he continued. He'd lost so many friends over the years. In fact, apart from the occasional bandit group trying to rob him, he'd been practically alone for weeks on end.

Once again, he found himself looking for any form of refuge. It came in the form of a diner he'd seen from miles away. It was the only building standing in the immediate area and he had no idea what was inside, but he wasn't going to make it much longer without any rest.

When he neared the building, Garrett found that someone had boarded the windows up long ago, concealing whatever may be waiting inside for him. All he knew is that there was a light on inside, which was the first sign of life he'd seen in miles. Of course, that didn't guarantee he was in for a friendly encounter.

With his revolver in hand, he pushed on the front door, only to hear it clink against glass bottles tied to the roof. Realizing that he's likely been heard, Garrett busted through the door with as much energy as he could muster. There, he finds himself facing the muzzle of a sawed-off shotgun held by a red haired woman.

"Put it down." A feminine voice says.

Garrett conceded that he was a motion short of being on target, so he lowered his weapon and studied the woman. Her clothes were old, much like his. Worn combat boots, patched up jeans, torn up military jacket, and a faded tank top that could barely contain her ample breasts.

Garrett held his hands up. "I don't mean any harm. I just need to rest."

"Were you followed?"

"No… There's no one for miles."

The woman looked to the door. "Take a seat then. You look like you need it."

Garrett flung his pack on the floor and staggered to the counter of the diner, where he pushed two stalls away and sat on the floor. Confused, the woman rushed over to see what was wrong with the stranger. Once she was in front of Garrett, the woman leaned forward, putting her cleavage right in front of him. He tried his best to look into her emerald eyes, but his body couldn't help but acknowledge what was in front of him.

"You okay there?" The woman asked.

"Ugh… I'm hurt." Garrett pointed to his wound.

"Jeez. How long have you had that?"

"I don't know… Too long."

"What the hell happened?"

"Some bandit tried to stick me with a spear by the highway."

The woman's eyes go wide. "The highway? Jeez. That's miles from here."

"Yeah well… I didn't really have much of a choice."

The woman reached into her pocket. From it, she retrieved a flask.

"Think you've earned a treat, haven't ya?"

"Thanks."

He took a swig of whatever alcoholic concoction was in the flask. If he didn't know any better, he'd figure it was from the devil himself the way it burned his throat. He coughed before handing the flask back to the woman, who proceeded to pour the liquid on his wound. In response, he gritted his teeth.

"Sorry. Gotta keep the wound clean."

Garrett nodded. "I know… You got any bandages?"

"No, but I can stitch it up and stop the bleeding."

"That'd be amazing.

"Might need to uh…" The woman's eyes looked to his belt line, where she noticed the tentpole he'd pitched ever since he gazed upon her cleavage. "Remove your pants."

"Well uh… You gotta do what you gotta do."

The woman reached for Garrett's belt buckle, making his heart race. Admittedly, it'd been all too long since he'd felt a woman's touch, even one as pragmatic as the woman's. Once the belt was undone, she yanked Garrett's pants down to his knees. Sure enough, his erection sprung free.

"Jeez… Been a while huh?"

"Yeah… Sorry."

"It's cool. Don't know how they missed that thing though, jeez."

Garrett smiled. "Gifted in more ways than one, huh?"

The two shared a chuckle as the woman reached for her pack.

"I'm Ruby by the way."

"Ruby? Never heard that one before."

"Yeah well, my dad said there used to be these red rocks people liked for necklaces and rings and they were called rubies."

"So it suits you then?"

Ruby nodded. "So do you have a name that suits you? Like Three Leg or something?"

After the two shared a laugh, Garrett said "No… My name's Garrett."

As she reached for her backpack, Ruby said. "A pleasure to meet you Garrett."

"Sure is."

Ruby retrieved her first aid kit, from which she retrieved a sewing kit.

"You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Clenching his teeth, Garrett watched as Ruby stitched up his wound. He couldn't help but notice that she was glancing at his throbbing member. Not that he minded. In fact, it seemed only fair after he'd looked at her breasts, something he decided to do again. After all, his dirty thoughts were the closest he was going to get to any anaesthesia.

Once his wound was sealed, Ruby said "There. All done."

"Thanks Ruby."

"No problem."

"Y'know, I'm starting to think you should be called Angel rather than Ruby."

Ruby smiled as her hand ran up Garrett's leg. "Oh you're gonna have all sorts of names to call me once I'm done with you."

"Yeah?"

"Well, I've got to take good care of my patient, don't I?"

Ruby's finger then traced its way along the belly of Garrett's shaft. It stopped just short of the tip of his cock. She decided to squeeze, pressing her thumb against the cluster of nerves underneath the tip, causing Garrett to gasp.

"You like that?" Ruby asked.

Garrett simply nodded in reply.

"It's been too long, hasn't it?"

"Yeah…"

Ruby let go of his cock, reaching for her jacket. With haste, she threw it off. Her top and bra soon followed, revealing her sizeable breasts. In an instant, he squeezed on them, which brought an ear to ear smile to Ruby's face.

"You like those, don't ya?" She asked.

"That's an understatement."

As Garrett continued to play with Ruby's breasts, she reached down to her belt buckle. Her hands soon unbuckle her belt, allowing her to tug them halfway down her thighs. With her slit now exposed, Ruby reached down to masturbate herself. Garrett watched in awe as ecstasy filled Ruby's face. Her soft purrs filled his ear, a sound which filled him with pure desire. Despite his aches and pains, the weary traveller sat upwards and kissed his newfound lover. The kiss only lasted for a moment before Garrett sprung into action.

To her surprise, Ruby found herself laying on her side. She had no idea where Garrett had found this second win, but she was thankful all the same. He laid beside her, making sure to lay on the leg opposite his wound. Once he's in position, he lined his cock up with her slit and guided it inside of her.

Her eyes went wide as she felt his hardness enter her. To her surprise, Garrett was tender, thrusting gently as he appreciated every inch of her. His hands squeezed on her breasts whilst his lips kissed her neck. All she did in response was smile, enjoying his intimate company. After all, this was more than an act of lust. It was an act of true survival where they embraced the better parts of being alive.

As Garrett settled into a steady rhythm, Ruby reached down for her clit and began strumming. Her moans grew louder, something that Garrett delighted in. The sensation building inside of Ruby grew and grew, causing her limbs to tense up and tremble.

"Ahh… Keep going." Ruby cooed.

Garrett did as he was told, which in turn brought Ruby to climax. Her body released all the pent up pleasure and shuddered uncontrollably. He watched with glee, doing his best to capture Ruby's raw passion as he raced to join her in climactic bliss. Eventually he found it, pulling out right before he erupted.

Now that the two were spent, they decide to spend a moment in each other's arms. They had no idea if this one moment of passion was a mere fleeting moment or the love of a lifetime. All they knew was to enjoy whatever it was for as long as it lasted.