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The metal makes a horrible, high pitched scratching sound as we yank the door open. A puff of dust escapes the edges of the frame as it moves. We are buffeted aggressively by the wind, and sunshine assaults us with explosive force, throwing its weight against us that much harder when we step outside. It’s fucking hot out here. It was hot on the beach, but everything here is made of concrete clothed in peeling beige paint. Tumbled down blocks of reinforced concrete strewn about like décor in that same post-post-apocalypse style. Mangled rebar juts out of their moss filled cracks and broken edges, yet by the pooling of the dry paint where the block meets the roof, I can tell that it’s all been painted in its current position and condition. As I wonder why someone would do that, I shake my head at the continual mixture of frustration, confusion, and disgust which clings to me like space junk to the gravity of a planetary mass. I keep waiting for it to become a moon and illuminate… something. Any understanding at all would be ideal.One edge of the roof meets a slope at hopping height, which would be exciting if there weren’t four or five meters of two layered chainlink and razor-wire between us and the ground. A concrete wall extends from the building on another side, and there is a sharp drop on the other. Perfectly isolated, once again. Of course it is. This is becoming a tired refrain, universe.Gesturing at the four curiously unique barriers, he says “This is fucking stupid. Something is obviously messing with us, right?”“Seems the most likely, I’d say.” Of course I’m joking, but I’m also wondering. Just a little.“What now?”“Just look around. Take notes. It’s not a small area.”“Are we splitting up?”“As long as we’re in sight of each other I think we’ll be okay.” I am strangely confident as I speak, but I go with it. It’s a good feeling, and one that I miss.“You’re right. I know we need to save time.”“Yeah… we definitely do.”He raises an eyebrow at me while issuing a stern side eye. “You want to fuck again, don’t you?”“I can’t help it! It’s not as bad out here, but…”“I know. Me too. We just–”“We have to be fast, yeah. How about this? I’ll get myself off and you do you. We watch, and we each try to cum first.”He agrees, and as he does his cock begins to swell. “Oh, that’s fun.”We don’t say anything else. There’s no need, and we are both being seized once more by whatever grip this land has on us – a feeling which is mirrored by his hand taking perfect grip of his cock, showing me just how much he wishes he could be inside me. I sit on the edge of one of the nearby blocks. I want to be stable, but I want him to be able to see. He takes a step closer and stands in front of me. His cock is half a meter from me, right at throat level. This is the perfect view of what he’s doing. Of course I miss my girlfriends, but I am finding myself at least somewhat satisfied with this cock. Just the sight of him – the thought of us – is making me wet. My hand slips quietly between my legs, and my middle finger quickly finds my clit. It is already aching, anticipating, and exposed. It’s as hard as his cock. Harder than I’ve ever known it to be, even.Unable to tell three dimensions from four when feeling this pleasure, I try to keep any eye on the sun’s circle around the world as my finger circles my clit. My slightly longer than usual nails contribute a gentle but unexpected tickle to the sensation, harmonizing to create a rarely felt and unexpected sort of physical passion. I am lost in the moment, but I do want to finish before him. This isn’t the time to become lost, and I struggle to keep that out of the back of my mind, even though I can’t keep it in the front. All I can keep in the front is my pleasure, and his cock. It is swelling again. I have to hurry if I don’t want to lose this race.His hand flies forth and retracts with incredible speed and perfect rhythm. I have no idea how people with cocks do that for so long. My arm cramps after a couple of minutes. I do love to watch them, though. “Mmmm…” I moan. The sound fades slowly to a humming halt.“I’m getting close…” His words tease me, and suddenly I am wetter. “You’re so fucking hot.”“So are you,” I tell him breathlessly, “I love this cock,” My eyes drift upward to his, and I smile a little sheepishly, “And I like you a lot.”“Yeah?”“Yeah.” My embarrassment changes the flow of my blood, but it doesn’t interfere with the crescendo approaching from within me.“I like you very much.”I smile at him, and for a moment I see her looking back at me, but she hasn’t taken over. I see him too, and the blending is… unsettlingly beautiful. Fleeting though it is, the image pushes me much closer to the edge. Part of me is pleased that I see only him when the moment arrives, though. I really do like him, and we are here together; and honestly… I don’t want etimesgut escort that to become confusing.“Oh fuck,” he growls, “Can I cum on your face?”“Only if you win.“Win what?” he asks, gasping at his own hand.“The race.” I smile, and allow for the perfect length of pause before I say “And only if you promise me a huge load.” I don’t actually care that much about cum, other than the satisfaction of creating great pleasure in others. It doesn’t bother me, but I don’t fetishize it the way some people… the way he seems to. He’s really fucking hot when he’s enjoying himself. “Don’t get any in my eyes, though. Or my nose.”“Deal.”We are both right there. Our eye contact forms a nearly psychic link that keeps us floating over the precipice – like two people with our feet on either edge of a narrow canyon, holding one another over the gap by using our hands to form an arch. The moment I break it to look back at his cock is the moment we plunge into the deepest point of our pleasure.“Nnngnn… Fuck!” He groans intensely just before the eruption begins.Everything within me tightens. Deep, heaving breaths expand my diaphragm and wring it free of all air at rapidly decreasing intervals. My body twists and clinches as I feel the rush of my orgasm build like a river of electricity inside me, and a fire engulfing my clit. A lovely, passionate, wet pleasure fills me. It starts deep inside me, but I can feel it finding its way to the surface.Less than a moment before my orgasm truly ignites, the first hot splash of cum flies toward me from his cock. Until now I’ve strained to keep my eyes open but I instinctively close them. He makes an adjustment mid-ejaculation, so that the arc of hot, sticky liquid misses my eye and falls squarely on my cheek. Deal or not I don’t want to take any more chances, so I dive forward and take his cock in my mouth. Not just because I don’t like the pain, but because I absolutely have to be able to see clearly right now. Well, when we’re finished. I can’t really see because of the sparkles in my vision that come with the pins and needles of such a potent orgasm.It’s here in full force now. My back is arched in ecstasy as I halfway stand with awkwardly locked knees, sucking the cum out of him as fast as he can make it. He cries out in his increasingly feminine voice as mine vibrates his pulsating cock. What an absurd picture we must make. Oh, damn. That makes me wish someone here had a camera present.With a very visible contraction of his balls he fires again, surrounding the end of him in a pool of his own cum. As my piercing moan arounds him turns nearly to a scream, my eyes turn once again to his. As I help contain him I am roughly playing with my clit. I’m so wet that my fingers slip away from my clit easily, and rather than returning them to their task I find that I’m shuffling them back to queue.The chills running through my spine right now are shivering. It’s still warm in the low, bright sun, but there is something icy about this. The winter of my body is brought early by a raging storm within the depths of its need – a cyclone created by the inevitable clash of shocking desire and wet satisfaction.He’s still cumming, but I can tell he’s finishing up. It takes all my focus to do this without sacrificing my own enjoyment, but I manage. His eyes are turning backward a little, and his knees have begun buckling. Most of what he has for me is already in my mouth. At this point I’m just sucking the last drops for good measure. After all, we really can’t afford to get distracted again the next couple of hours. When he’s really finished I spit his cum out, and it splatters against his feet.“Fuck!” My voice echoes from hills to rocks to sand and back. The force of it rings against the concrete walls. The apex of climax has befallen me. It’s like the spirit of me was sapped from my body and is now being forced back through it at speed. When he truly finishes he takes a step back and staggers two more. I am no longer looking at him, but I can feel his eyes on me… how desperate he is wants to see the intensity with which I’ll make myself cum.Quite suddenly, the colorful sparks dancing round the edge of my vision turn dark, and that darkness collects and pours across the rest of what I see. Robbed of my sight, my thighs clamp together around my fingers which strain to keep working at their appointed task. I don’t know what’s up or down, right or wrong, important or not… And I don’t have to. Not right now. All that matters is the electric, acidic humming through every nerve in my body, pooling behind my eyes and in the depths of my soaking pussy.In an attempt to form words and shout a series of joyful expletives I merely bellow some growling shrieks and a smattering of curiously accented syllables. Even I feel like I’m speaking in tongues, so I can eryaman escort only imagine what it sounds and looks like to him… Honestly it probably appears to him that my orgasm is something he can only dream of, and that idea just throws fuel on the fire. I’m on my side on the smooth latex paint of the block now, thrashing and bucking forward and back, granting freedom to whatever sounds within me want it.One final, bright explosion occurs first in my mind, then pulses through my body like a warming glow, and for a moment, the chill is gone. The darkness starts to lift and return to a shimmering rainbow of sparkles to match the pins and needles so viciously pricking every surface of my body, and the burning of my clit. Following the ultimate peak of the experience I am floating down gently and slowly. I do what I can to avoid thoughts of the grim reality into which I am once again falling. As I regain my senses I can feel the cool air once again, and something hot running down my thigh. A small pool of my cum has formed on the block behind me and all I can do is start giggling. Not because anything is funny. Just because… wow. Because that was so fucking good.“Are you okay?” I ask him.He raises an eyebrow and asks with comedic urgency “Are you okay?”“Yeah,” I say between a deep breath and laughing, “I’m good. Very good…”“Me too.”It takes us another few minutes to right ourselves and regain equilibrium. Takes me a few minutes really. He’s good after one or two. I am just pretty good at that, and I can never really restrict myself to a lesser orgasm, even where expediency or truly important matters are concerned, it seems. Finally, I stand and take several deep breaths, stopping just short of hyperventilation. He looks at me a little funny, and I smile wide so he can see I’m happy. At least, by the standards of what’s happening.Casually, I wipe away what is on my face as best as I can. Making eye contact with him I give him a devilishly seductive grin and lick the cum from my fingers. Before his eyes finish widening in arousal I suck what little is still left off of two of them. That part’s just for him, but it made him twitch in excitement despite having just did what it did.“Delicious.” I’m talking about the look on his face and this, the second jump of his not yet all that limp cock. He tastes better than most though, and definitely felt better sliding down my throat than average, so I allow him to think I mean the flavor of him.Somewhat knowingly, he replies “So are you.”“Back to work, then?”“Yes, but after a moment of rest, please. I don’t want to step on anything sharp because I’m stumbling around.” He sits across from me. “That was unbelievable. Even masturbating with you is… You’re incredible to watch, by the way. And to listen to, and smell…”“Mmm… So are you,” I tell him whole heartedly, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone cum quite like that. From that angle, I mean. It was hotter than I thought it’d be.”“I’m glad. That I could provide you with a new experience, I mean.” Abruptly, and without warning, he kisses me intensely. Passionately. Or she does, maybe. It feels like her, but it’s like a first kiss, and this is definitely our first real kiss. Mine and his, I mean. Obviously, I suppose. His tongue glides over mine in a delicate way which is intimately familiar, but I can feel his influence on it as much as hers. Was she getting off with him while he came just now? Fuck… His hand on my neck where it meets my occipital bone is absolutely her touch. He stays her movement of the other hand, knowing we don’t have time for that. She can’t resist. She wouldn’t have ever even gotten off the beach. I honestly can’t tell him from her in this moment, and I am bothered deeply by that. Still, “Wow. That was… That was really something.”“Yeah.” He can’t say anything else. I think his mind has fogged over a bit while it plays host to a plurality of consciousness.When I come down, I exhale a deep breath of relaxation, calm, and focus. “Ready to get to work?”“I think so.”“Good.”We stand, and with no further words we resume our search for salvation. He heads toward the wall and I head for the edge. We investigate the area in verbal silence for a time, and the sounds of nature become beautifully apparent. Strange, enchanting bird calls from the jungle harmonize with the ocean and the timid howl of wind into a melodic, chaotic music. If I look the direction of the horizon, the sun almost is almost blinding. When I look into the wind, my eyelashes flutter like a thousand tiny whips obscuring my vision. Resulting from this, I can only really look at about half of this roof at a time… and the wind keeps shifting.My frustration is mounting, but if I hold my hand up to the sun just right, it blocks enough that I can see how far the beach stretches to the south. sincan escort At least, what I assume is south based on the present location of the sun relative to the horizon. At this point though, I’m not really counting on things like that necessarily being the same wherever here is as they are or were wherever there was. Just as a matter of not setting myself up for disappointment.The sand reflects a lot of light, so I can only look at it for a few seconds at a time. It stretches for a long way, but I can see the end. It runs into a cliff that does not look especially scalable, and from what I can tell, the jungle is divided from the beach by rocky terrain or dense brush in most areas. I have to assume that there are barriers I can’t see through the canopy to fully isolate us, but that’s something worth checking on eventually.“Hey!” he calls, “Over here!”I cup my hands and yell through the wind, “What’s up?”“Door!”“Oh! Wait for me!”I bound across the roof in my enthusiasm, skittering carefully through concrete pebbles, dry palm fronds, and sand. In the last quarter of my approach I begin my slide to a halt. But for its hinges and locking mechanism this door is completely transparent. The handles are frosted, angled cavities in the eight or nine centimeters of glass – or whatever synthetic material may be in play here. The two doors are beveled to fit together so they can seal perfectly. The lock is visible through the glass, and it is elaborate. It’s just showing off how sophisticated it is, really, which sort of makes me assume that the glass is bullet proof.“Futile as it likely is, should we try breaking through this thing?” he asks.“I don’t think it’s probably worth it, but sure, let’s give it a go.”Moments later we have each acquired the heaviest, most sturdy pieces of concrete we can lift, and begin slamming them against the glass with as much force and form as we can muster. Like early protohumans we hit it the same way over and over in rage and frustration, doing no damage whatsoever and expending energy. After we take out some of our aggression, we take a small step up the evolutionary chain and begin trying each edge and point individually, we try driving the force through the twisted spikes. I even try a length of rebar half my height with a large block on the end. With a great swing I hope to at least crack it.Quite the opposite occurs when the improvised tool of destruction completes its arc. The concrete itself shatters on impact, blowing apart and spraying across the roof at our feet. Rocks and sand graze us both, but we are uninjured. When the dust clears it looks for a moment as though it has in fact dented the right door. Upon closer inspection though, we find that it is just compacted dust from the destroyed block and that when that dust is brushed free, the door remains in pristine condition. I am immeasurably, indescribably disappointed. Not surprised in the least, but very disappointed. Even though I didn’t expect it to work, the scale of this utter failure shakes me. It is in this moment that I first start to feel hopeless. I reach out toward my companion for a hug, and I don’t even care if it’s him or her who’s touching me back. I just need that comfort right now… That non-sexual, demure, physical comfort. The fire is still in me, but something’s different. It’s quieter right now, and it needs something softer to fuel it.“What’s up?” he asks me. His voice is puzzled but I know he understands.“I’m sad.”“I see.”“Aren’t you?”“I’m tired, and confused. That was a physical challenge.”“More of an emotional challenge for me,” I tell him, “This is more than demoralizing.”“Do you want to take a break?”“No. I think I want to take advantage of the clearheadedness afforded me by that frustration and by the lack of current distractions.”He squeezes me tighter and kisses the side of my neck. “I’m not sure I understand completely, but okay. Come on, then.”“Where?”“Downstairs. Sun’s going down.”“What?” I am deeply surprised. “How long were we whaling on that door?”“A good while, I guess. It certainly didn’t seem that long to me either, but all evidence points to sunset.”“Okay. Yeah,” I say, “That’s true. Let’s go.”I’m a bit disoriented and he has to guide me by my upper arm for a few steps. Before he lets me go he asks, “Are you good now?”“Yeah. Thank you.”It takes the better part of a minute to walk back to the other door. When we arrive, we both place our hand on its handle once again. This time though, when we pull it does not budge in even the smallest degree. We can’t even see into it through the tint of the glass. Nothing more than the smallest flickers of light on the ground, at any rate.“Well…” I begin.He interrupts to finish my sentence as I would have, “This sucks.”“Verily.”He yells into the sky. “Fuck!”I am startled by the volume of his voice and take a long, instinctive, and immediate step back. “Agreed.”“I am quite uncertain as to what’s happening, and infinitely puzzled about the future. I am angry for the first time since I got here. Furious, even.”“Me too. Do you think it’s because we are further from the beach than either of us have been yet?”