WC Day 9 - This place sucks

You wake up early to another gray, cold day at this remote base. The place is still so depressing. It's not so different from prison.

Your plan is to wander around, maybe go hang out with that cute prisoner, but Eli finds you and tells you that you have to do your job now.

He takes you into an elevator and down to a sort of basement... with water in it, and crates stacked up. A couple guards are patrolling. He hands you your soccer ball and tells you to guard this place.

"What's so special here?" you ask, looking around. It's all damp and drippy and spooky. The guards have their white camo and masks on, so you can't really even tell who they are.

"Just in case someone tries to come in through there," Eli says, pointing at the water.

"Nobody is coming that way. It must be so cold. You would die," you point out.

"Just guard it."

"OK." It's your job, you guess... Eli puts his sunglasses on and gets in the elevator. He goes up, leaving you there. You walk around with your ball, kicking it to make it bounce between the shipping containers as you stroll...

So boring. This is exactly like prison.

You stay down there all day until they tell you over the radio that you can come back up. You are starving, and you definitely need someone to complain to. You look for Wolf, but don't find her. So you take your terrible food and go visit the prisoner.

She listens patiently as you vent about your boring day and how there are no girls here.

"That must be really hard," she says, looking sympathetic.

"It is," you say sadly. You really miss soccer and everything at camp. You can't spend another night watching FUTA... it would hurt too much.

"You seem really lonely," Meryl says. She is standing right at the bars, so you are super close to her.

"It's really bad," you admit. You tell her how **** you were last night and what you did. This... this has never happened to you before.

"Come here," Meryl says, moving closer to the bars.

You know it's a bad idea, but you kiss her. You can't get too close through the bars, and it's frustrating, but you can both get your hands through. Her delicate hand rubs your erection through your shorts as you kiss her soft lips. You get your hand into her pants, and she loves that.

The touch of a woman is so good that you cum first, making a huge mess in your shorts as she strokes up and down the outline of your erection. You moan and she giggles, blushing, but you get her back. You know how to please a woman, and you tease her clit until she grabs the bars and her legs shake.

Panting, she blows a few strands of damp, red hair out of her face and smiles at you.

"I needed that," she says.

"Me too," you reply.

"I can tell."

Yes... it's a very big stain in your shorts. You should change.