Firewatch Ch 23

Wilde isn’t a big drinker, but she’s still usually had a beer or two before doing this sort of thing. She is stone-cold sober as she sits on the sofa in the lookout tower with her pants open. Cheryl sucks her in an unhurried, yet thorough and passionate way that Wilde is not accustomed to. She’s received blowjobs before, but this is the first time that she’s felt as though a woman were worshiping her cock. Cheryl slurps lustily and takes it deep. Her hand rests on Wilde’s bony hip, her thumb rubbing her skin as she sucks. Her hair is in the way, but that other hand is in her jeans.

Wilde is breathing hard by the time Cheryl takes a break and looks up, flashing a grin.

“You’ll help a girl out, right?” she asks, trotting over to a backpack. She bends, and Wilde doesn’t hesitate to look. Yes, those are very flattering jeans. Cheryl comes up with a condom and hurries over, kneeling to put it on. Her back to Alice, she unbuttons her jeans and pushes them down.

Cheryl looks over her shoulder, a little red. “You don’t mind, right?”

“Nope,” Wilde replies without hesitation.

“Great. Then don’t mind if I do.” Chuckling to herself, Cherly lifts her plaid shirt to reveal her pale rump, and lowers herself. That reverence is gone; she’s all business as she positions Wilde’s cock and drops onto it with a satisfied groan. She rocks a little, and Alice gets a lungful of her shampoo, politely placing her hands on Cheryl’s waist. Cheryl freezes and looks back again.

“What?” Wilde asks.

“You don’t have to be shy.”

Wilde snorts and moves her hands to Cheryl’s chest. She grabs her breasts through her shirt and squeezes, pulling her back into a tighter embrace. Cheryl laughs and moves her hips more spiritedly. Wilde holds her tight, making her work for it. Cheryl seems to enjoy that, and she gets there without too much trouble. She rubs herself, and it’s as gratifying as it is pleasurable when her walls squeeze Alice with orgasmic convulsions. Cheryl moans and leans back, suddenly limp. “Mmm. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Wilde grunts, lifting one of Cheryl’s bare legs to give herself a little leverage and room to maneuver. She does what she can, fucking Cheryl from below.

“Yes,” Cheryl whimpers.

A little frenzied movement and lower back pain are small prices to pay. Wilde grunts and spurts in the condom.

Cheryl is a nice armful as they catch their breath.

“Wow,” Wilde says into her hair.

“What?” Cheryl giggles ticklishly.

“I investigate unexplained phenomena for a living. I’ve never seen a sex drive like yours.”

“Honey, there’s no mystery. And don’t take this the wrong way, because you seem great. But I’ve been up here by myself for a month.” Cheryl laughs again as she gets up, wobbles, and gives Wilde a sheepish smile before bending to get her pants. “I’d fuck bigfoot if he showed up.”

Wilde frowns, then notices her cock and the bulging condom hanging from it. She pulls that off and tucks it away, making a good throw to the trash can. “Hold on. You just got here.”

Cheryl wiggles her hips to get her jeans up and buttons them. “Huh? You crazy?”

“Yeah.” Alice gets up and buckles her belt. “You just relieved Chief Johnson, right? Wasn’t she covering?”

Cheryl raises an eyebrow. “Who?”