Strips
Tall Tank Tales
Water & Power - "Morning Ritual"
Mornings in this post-comet wasteland are sometimes difficult. Some of the planet’s natural beauty is evident, but the vastness of the destruction meets with this natural beauty in some strange ways. A lot of it is the knowledge of what happened, the way life had been and the reality of the way life will be for quite some time...
A new life for a girl trying to cope.
Sometimes I enjoy some quiet time to myself in the mornings. Away from Booga and away from everything. Just some time to let my mind wander or just to be with me.
This morning, after sorting out Booga’s need for an adequate firearm, I snuck away to enjoy something I have not felt in quite some time. I felt guilty for not sharing this with him, but I just need some me-time.
A few days ago, I was coming back from a patrol when I encountered a Water & Power soldier who had become separated from his unit. Casually walking along, I could see him crouched in the brush nearby. I suppose he fancied himself the master of clandestine operations, but I found he was neither invisible, nor bullet proof. I fired one round into the brush and he keeled.
The first thing you always do, in such situations, is check the body for valuables. Topping the list are boots and cigarettes. This turd’s boots were more worn out than mine and he only had a half pack of smokes on him, but he did offer another fine prize...
In his top jacket pocket I found an unusual treat - a pair of red cotton panties; a thong no less! They looked almost new! Perhaps a trophy or remembrance of someone, but they were mine now. I quickly stashed them in my pack and lit one of his cigarettes. The panties had been in my pack since that day. In my mind I knew I was waiting around for just the right moment. Just the thought of the elastic waistband sliding over my hips sent chills through me.
Booga had set up the grill for our morning meal and was futzing around with preparations of some sort. I, on the other hand, needed to futz around too. I stole away to a secluded outcropping of rock that was a short walk South East of the tank. I was prepped for a good dose of introspection. In my secluded spot I stretched my arms high above my head forcing my back to make a slight popping sound. Bending at the waist, I again elicited the popping sound.
So here I sit on this fine hot sunny morning recanting my travels from ball gowns to tattered remnants of clothing. And now I am entranced by a pair of red cotton panties that look barely worn. Mmmmm... What a feeling!
I feel very limber now that I’ve crunched my back and stretched a few weary muscles. Not having anything reflective, like a mirror, I looked down at myself as best I could. I’m wearing a torn yellow t-shirt that barely covers my belly. A corporate logo of a company I’ve never heard of spans its front. Below I have combat fatigues that vaguely resemble shorts, but were most likely NOT shorts in their original form...:) Naturally, I have no underwear - been that way for a while now. But I get by.
As the sun shone down, I felt the hot rays begin to bake my dusty skin. As the heat rose in me, my thoughts drifted to the W&P soldier who volunteered the panties after I shot him in the head. I thought of the many trigger pulls bearing similar results (although - sans panties). I’ve seen more death than the little girl I once was could’ve ever imagined. And the woman I’ve grown up to be can’t imagine it either.
I sometimes feel a need to cleanse myself. Not from the horrible things I’ve done or witnessed, just the general filth of the situation itself. In one swish glide, I pulled the threadbare t-shirt over my head and dropped it on the ground. Crouching down to untie my boots, I feel my breasts press against my legs. Its an erotic feeling all of a sudden. Being somewhat inspired, I gently massage my breasts occasionally squeezing my nipples. Surviving in the Outback has given me quite a taut body. I’m not sure if one could bounce a quarter off me, but I know anyone who tries will find my .44 in their mouth.
Standing, I kick my boots free from my feet. What a glorious feeling. I rubbed my hands across my belly. Next I unhitch the belt that’s holding up what’s left of my pants. They gently sail down the length of my legs and rest at my ankles. As they crossed my thighs, a tickle emanated through my whole body making me wiggle and smile. The sun beat down on my body - exposed to the world, exposed to the universe. I lifted my left leg from the pants and flung them aside with the right. The red cotton panties clutched tightly in my fist...:)
I can feel my feet warming up on the rock outcrop. I feel hot all over and begin to spin around and around with my arms outstretched. Soaking up all the heat the glorious sun has to offer this morning. As my spin slows I can feel sweat beginning to bead on my naked body. I clench my fist tighter gazing at the piece of red fabric poking out. Again a smile washes across me.
The view here is stupendous - a word I don’t often use. I stood tall and straight with my knees touching each other. I place the panties on the rock and step aside to a patch of sand. Kneeling, I grab two handfuls of the clean white sand and gently let it cascade over my breasts and torso. Rubbing softly, I caressed my body with the granules. This was as close to a shower as I’ve had for years. Still, it feels delightful on this bright sunny day.
I repeat this sand-shower for several minutes. Enjoying every moment of it. Today it does not feel harsh, but beautifully erotic. As the edges of the granules graze my nipples, a sensation begins to grow inside me. I continue the sand massage. As the sand flows down my taut bod, I spread my legs and feel a cool breeze blow across my cooch. What a wondrous contrast to the burning sun.
I massage the sand up and down my legs. Considering the abuse of these surroundings, I have great legs. Sure a few cuts and abrasions here and there, but not bad overall. Remembering my childhood at the beach, I am careful to keep the sand away from my crotch. That will ruin the eroticism immediately!
I remember when I was younger I always loved the way my butt looked in a tight pair of shorts or "little black dress". Whenever nude in front of my mirror, I would always peer over my shoulder at my butt. I loved the way it looked and the way it felt. So small, yet so substantial. Even today no sand-bath would be complete without some backdoor attention.
Brushing the sand from my hands, I slowly kneaded my cheeks. I love to caress those round bundles of flesh. Booga always tells me I have a great ass, but what does he know? He just wants to get a piece - and I’m happy to oblige... usually :)
I run my hands from the tips of my breasts down my sides and knead my ass gently in a soothing rythme to the motion of nature around me. A bomb could go off and I might not even notice. Quite a departure from the hardcore killer, huh? Can’t always judge a book by its cover. Ya think I’m not soft in some areas? wink, wink :)
Ahhh, me-time is paying off well. Greatly needed!
Sitting back on the sun-baked rocks, the heat that previously rose through my feet now seers my entire body in fiery delight. With nothing to do but soak up the sun, a familiar smile reappeared across my face as I slowly spread my legs. In this arid wasteland, it was reassuring to know SOMETHING was wet in this God forsaken hell-beach. My hand glided back and forth, then in and out. As I rubbed myself, I could feel an approaching orgasm just on the brink. In a matter of moments I let out a brief yelp and shook gently against the hot rock outcropping. Still enjoying the euphoria, I kept rubbing...
Snap!
Bang
Bang. Bang.
Three Water & Power agents lay dead 30 yards out where the brush met the rocks. Smoke wafts from the hot barrel of my .44. Never ceases to amaze me how easy it is to kill stupid people. Sure, these guys weren’t going to jump me while I was putting on a show. But once the show ended, they had nothing to do other than beat-off or rape me. Neither option leaves any appeal for me, so I whacked ’em.
And the rilly rilly remarkable part... I still feel very sexy and aroused. Three dead and I’m hot for sex. Go figure. And now the moment I had been craving more than that earth-shaking orgasm...
I held up my prized red thong, pulling on the elastic waistband, still enthralled by new, fully functioning elastic. They almost seemed to glisten in the hot sun. Yum! I bent down and raised my right leg placing it through the opening in the thong. I repeated the process with my left leg and savored the next phase. I wanted this to last forever...
I pulled the red elastic slowly over my calves. Feeling its snugness against me was mind blowing. As it crossed my knees, I thought I was going to cum again. There is no way to describe this feeling. Maybe its like dieting for five years and then having an ice cream cone. I had waited forever and now my ice cream was slinking its way up my legs. With my thumbs inside the elastic, my thumbnails grazed my outer thighs as my precious garment rose toward my sex. I almost squeaked with joy.
And then the final joy hit me as the thin back of the thong sank into my ass. I pulled the waistband high on my hips dragging the thin fabric deeper into my ass. It felt wonderful. Simply elating. I looked down at myself, admiring my red undies. Damn, I’m hot. Maybe it was the fresh kill or just my newfound lingerie, but I was spinning again. Arms outstretched, I sailed in a small circle wiggling my hips to feel that thong dig into my hot little butt.
I picked up my tattered clothes, my S&W .44 and headed back to our camp to rendezvous with my Roo.
Clad only in my new thong, I called out to Booga as I neared our camp.
"Oh Booga", I cooed.
"Yes Dear", he replied.
"I have something for you", I said in a sassy tone.
"I have something for you too. Would you like mustard on your hotdog?"
He had not yet turned around to see my new attire.
"HEY! I don’t want a fucking hotdog. Can you turn round or what?" I yelled.
"yes my sweet", he said turning around.
Suddenly his eyes registered that I was wearing a sexy little pair of red panties and on top of that, I looked damn good! I watched as he dropped our breakfast hotdogs on the ground along with the spatula. I also noticed a bulge developing beneath his apron. Yes - he always wears an apron while grilling outside in the post-apocalyptic Outback. I can’t figure it out either, but I deal with it... :)
I put my hands on my hips and gave them a little shake. Booga’s eyes were transfixed on my little red panties (as well he should). Feeling very sexy, I started to sway and groove in a sexy dance as I tugged on the waistband, stretching it to its limits. Booga ordinarily would have dove at me, but he was entranced by the lingerie and almost unable to move.
In summary, the panties came off very soon and the orgasm I had with the Water & Power boys wasn’t the only one I had that morning. After an amazing shag, we each enjoyed a cigarette while we brushed the dirt off the hotdogs. Not an ideal breakfast, but I can’t complain about this day.
Still... we need to get some water.
Continued...