Provided a Distraction

Natasha lifted herself up and crossed her legs, eyes locked on the enraptured soldier. She wrapped her arms around herself. Steam rose from Natasha’s pale, sweating skin. The snow sprinkled her hair and coated her body, turning to water droplets shimmering across her. The boy blinked slowly and said nothing. They stared in the silence of the falling snow, silence only broken by the **** breaths coming from Natasha’s lips. The red-haired SHIELD agent sat bare in the snow like some twinkling naked angel.

Blood flooded into Natasha’s cheeks. The boy’s eyes pierced through her body like the chill of the air.

“Do’ah?!” came an enraged voice from the soldier’s radio. The boy tilted his head dumbly toward the radio, still fixated on the nude shivering beauty before him. His lips began to form into a word.

“No!”

Natasha’s arms reached out. He stared at her newly exposed breasts, pert and wet. Inside her mind, she was screaming. This just wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair at all! Did Captain America ever have to run around in the snow butt naked?! She’d used her curvaceous assets to her advantage before, but here she was splayed wide open for this damn kid, of all people. For Christ’s sake, he’d seen it all! Every naked inch of her. Her hips, her breasts, her tiny patch of hair that she kept manicured for the day she and Bruce might…She **** a gulp down to quell her emotions. Dr. Banner routinely ended up in a state of undress and the team never seemed to give him too hard of a time about it. Natasha crawled inside herself and tried not to dwell too much on what she was about to do.

Natasha let out a sigh and stood, a new look of indignation on her face. She lifted a sultry hand to her lips and shook her head back and forth. She let the anger fade from her face in a beckoning breath and placed a hand on her hip, striking a saucy pose. She put her whole body back on glorious display. She no longer lay on the ground shaking and afraid. Her toned body was now dignified and controlled. The soldier complied and closed his mouth. Natasha slid her finger slowly into her mouth and let a devious smile curve up around it. She pulled her finger away from her rosy lips and flicked her tongue across the tip. She traced a line with her finger from her chin and down the curve of her generous breast. Taking her other hand from her hip, she cupped her round bust and swayed back and forth playfully. She let out a seductive laugh. Sweat collected at the soldier’s brow.

She couldn’t believe what she was doing! She thought to herself as she rubbed her stiff, freezing nipples. There was no way she could keep this up.

“Do’ah. Vaow!” Exploded from the soldier’s radio. He raised his soldier to address the furious voice.

“Uh-uh…” Natasha wagged a finger slowly at him with her other hand back on her hip.

What the hell am I doing? She said again to herself. She turned her back to him. She looked over her shoulder, batting her eyebrows. She titled her head back and ran her hands through her radiant red hair. She bent one knee slightly to show off every succulent detail of her thick, vivacious hips and ass. Bending forward slightly, she shot back a glance to the soldier that was all business and swatted herself on her ass cheek. The soldier nearly fell backward.

Natasha straightened her posture and turned back around. She started to strut toward the soldier.

I’m a secret agent. I’m a secret agent. I’m a secret agent.

She did her best to shield her thoughts from the situation.

She walked forward until she was inches in front of him. She smelled the cigarette smoke on his clothes. He felt her hot breath against his chin. She leaned forward and pressed her diamond-hard nipples into his chest.

He motioned to speak.

“Yuzh’d-“ His voice was cut off abruptly by a balled fist that smashed into his ribs. He grimaced at the pain that shot through him. Air refused to enter his body. He fell to his knees and sagged forward-his head getting caught right between Black Widow’s thick, deadly thighs. The bristle of her tiny tuft of trimmed hair tickled his cheek. He looked up at her apologetically. She stared down at him with her hands on her hips, eyes black with fury. Twisting her torso, she sent a backhand careening into the soldier’s face.

“In your dreams, buddy.”

Natasha shook with fury and embarrassment. She wrapped her arms back around herself and steadied her rattling from. The soldier lay **** on his back, a bloody grin plastered to his face. Hopefully she’d knocked the last few hours out of his memory. Or maybe he’d come to and think it was all some stupid, juvenile fantasy.

She wasn’t out of this yet though. She needed to plan her next move. That soldier probably caused a stir by not checking in. Surely his superiors would be along soon. It was time to move.

Still…there were all of those clothes covering the soldier, begging to be taken. It would mean spending precious seconds getting dressed but at least if she got caught, she wouldn’t be in her birthday suit. Natasha rubbed her bare shoulders. Her skin was thick with gooseflesh. It would also mean some protection from the elements. Just because she was Russian, that didn’t make her impervious to the cold!

She thought she heard a voice. Her hands shot downward to hide her sex. She shook her head and stamped her feet to focus on her decision. She decided to…