Go get Winlay

Adam climbed to his feet irritated by his behavior; spying on Winlay like a fourteen year old boy peeking through cracks in the girls changing cabins. Adam couldn't imagine spending day after day trapped in these three sweltering rooms with Winlay and Mika wearing nothing but those ridiculous work shirts. Whenever they moved, he saw flashes of their white thighs and shoulders as the shirts moved freely across the women's small frames. Were it not for the wrappings around her chest, he probably would have had a good look at Winlay's round breasts by now as well...

The situation was untenable, he had to do something or he'd be no use to any of them. Once again he thought of Winlay sitting alone in the next room, touching herself... Xelta's Faulty Flaps! He was doing it again. He headed out the door into the hallway that led to the bathroom. He needed a cold shower, a long cold shower. Before he reached the doorway to the lounge he deliberately let the sheath of his heavy sword rap against the wall so Winlay would know he was coming.

"Adam!" He heard her call out. "You startled me." Adam tried not to smile, considering what he saw in the viewscreen, he probably had.

"I'm sorry." He said as he watched her walk towards him trying not to notice how the hem of the shirt brushed her thighs. "I guess we're all a little jumpy."

She nodded before asking. "Where have you been?"

"Looking around." And then even though he knew it was a mistake, he added "The boiler room is through here, do you want to see?" She smiled brightly at the invitation and took another step towards him, he stepped back quickly. If he hadn't moved from the doorway she'd have brushed by him to get to the hallway. He led her to the boiler room and she was as impressed as he had been with the size of the great steel spheres.

Winlay stepped closer to him and touched him gently on his forearm. Her face was flushed, and he could see the rapid rise and fall of the shirt that clung to her bosom. Adam wondered if it was heat or excitement that caused her hyperventilation.

"Do you think they really could destroy the convent if the pressure became too much?"

"I don't know." Admitted Adam. "I don't have much experience with this kind of situation. But if the pressure keeps building with no way to release it, there could be an explosion." He tried to keep the answer neutral, but everything he said when he spoke to her seemed charged with sexual nuance. This was no exception and Winlay stepped even closer and her lips parted invitingly as she lifted her mouth to his.

"I think you're right." Her voice was just barely a whisper, but Adam understood. He put his calloused hands gently on her slight shoulders feeling the warmth of her skin through the cotton shirt and caressed the soft pale skin at the base of her throat. Her breathing changed to gasps as he felt the flutter of her veins against the balls of his thumbs. In response her slight hand lifted to his broad chest and pressed against the bare skin of his chest where the linen shirt stretched open.

"What can we do about it?" Adam asked again, somehow his lips were just centimeters from hers; he could smell the scent of Sister Margaret's lavender soap mixed with her sweet smell and his fingers tightened possessively in response.

"We have to try something." Her words were almost a moan as his lips claimed hers fiercely. He used one of his strong arms to lift her easily to her toes excited by the eager way she met his kiss. Her soft lips opened to his in an invitation and Adam didn't hesitate to take advantage of her welcome. His tongue explored the softness of her small mouth while her breasts were crushed to his chest and his hips pressed against hers. He felt her legs wrap around his as she squirmed and moaned responsively in his arms.

Adam used his free hand to slide under her shirt and explored the soft flesh in the valley between breasts. Instead of protesting, Winlay arched her breasts higher in invitation and her hands lifted his shirt and slipped under the damp material to press against the bare skin of his chest. Adam was surprised at how completely Winlay was offering herself to him. Did she realize how exciting her response to his kiss was? At the moment he was beyond caring about the consequences, he drove his thigh between her legs pressing the mound of her sex. His hands reached under her shirt lifting the hem high as he exposed her panties beneath.

His erection was rock hard and pressed against her soft belly, his mouth lifted from hers as he cupped the soft curve of her ass and squeezed her cheek with his strong fingers. He could feel her will about to break and he looked for a place where he could lay her on her back and spread her legs. The growing need that had been eating at Adam since the rescue in the prison and first meeting Winlay was about to explode.