Short rest

Friends, this story was written a long time ago, but for some reason I couldn't publish it on the site. But now I could))) And so I present it to your attention and say a special thank you to Nefertiti of Mitanni for her help and advice.

The glow of the fire over the distant city surged even higher, the rumble of an explosion rolled towards us.

"Thermobaric rounds. Bastards," Annika said quietly, looking through the optics of her rifle.

I was also watching the fire through binoculars, from our observation post. In a cleft in the rock, in a forested gorge, we were safe.

I had long grown tired of watching the tongues of flame dozens of meters high, and once again

I violated the observation post procedures and stared at Annika's ass. Even the baggy army pants in camouflage color couldn't hide the juicy firmness of her hips. Under the green hood, adorned with fluttering green "leaves," were light hair gathered in a short ponytail. And wonderful blue eyes, or rather, one eye was looking through the scope.

I sighed, carefully looked at my watch.

"Another half hour," Annika replied impassively.

I sighed again and stared through the binoculars at the burning city.

The half hour dragged on forever, finally our squad's sniper said:

"We're moving out!"

We quietly left our observation post, camouflaging the hide, ahead was a grueling forced march back to camp.

After five kilometers, Annika announced a break. I shrugged the assault rifle off my back and sat on a rock.

"Annika," I asked, rotating my stiff neck, "do you remember me?"

"Of course."

Anyone who has never carried an assault rifle on their shoulder for days on end doesn't know how tired your back gets by evening, especially if you're also wearing body armor. In our squad, all the guys give each other back massages, and no one jokes about it, although there have been cases, but they joked about the jokers later.

Annika's iron fingers dug into my back and shoulders, began kneading the tired muscles. Goosebumps immediately ran down my back, a multitude of needles pricked around my spine.

"Oh Annika, you're a miracle," I said through a groan.

And the sniper kneaded my back and shoulders harder and harder, ran over my arms. I think she had some medical training before the war.

I couldn't help myself, my hand went back and landed on the thigh of the sitting girl, she didn't react at all. My palm moved further between her two spread legs, again no reaction.

I gently stroked Annika's thigh and moved further, towards the very cleft under the fabric of her pants. When I ran my hand over her crotch, Annika unexpectedly jerked towards me and squeezed my shoulders hard. Her nails, even though trimmed, painfully dug into my body. And I moved my hand over the crotch between her legs until my fingers felt moisture on the fabric.

Annika stopped, squeezed her palms even tighter. I stroked her with my hand, and a smell hit my nose... her Smell... through the stench of sweat, gun oil, metal... her smell... the smell of her vagina, surely slightly open and seeping with lubrication now.

My cock had been hard for a while, straining the fabric of my pants... but this smell. I could detect it anywhere through anything, it was taking me somewhere into eternity.

Finally, Annika jerked and hugged me from behind, squeezing my chest tightly, as if afraid I would run away:

"Wait, not now, not now...," she spoke in a velvety voice, "tonight, after midnight, at the lake. Okay?"

"Okay," I answered hoarsely.

We quickly picked up our weapons and ran towards the camp.

The squad's camp greeted us with a quiet hum under the stretched camouflage netting. With the smells of metal, infrequently washed bodies, gun oil, and the smoke of campfires. It also smelled of pus and medicine from the field hospital, and from the field kitchen came the aroma of buckwheat porridge with stewed meat. The last smell overpowered all the others, my mouth watered. But I came to my senses in time, turned my head and saw Annika's direct gaze. She gave a short nod and went to the headquarters.

I glanced after her and went to the kitchen.

To get to the lake, I had to give the sentry, Cross-eyed Lukash, half a pack of cigarettes and a third of my daily dry rations, but at least the guy would cover for me if needed. The lake Annika had called me to was tiny, no more than fifteen meters across, but the water in it was surprisingly clean. The lake is fed by an underground spring.

Annika was standing on the shore near a low cliff, about ten meters high. People liked to jump into the water from it when possible.

"Hi," the girl said, "you came, everything was okay? I gave the sentry half a pack of cigarettes and a can of stew to let you through."

"Well, damn Lukash, I'll kill that greedy bastard," I thought.

"No, Annika, everything was fine."

"Well, good, wait, I'll just..."

I nodded, the sniper went to the lake and started undressing. I also began to undress. Before coming to the meeting, I had relieved... the tension... twice, by myself. Otherwise, the sight of Annika would have already led to a quick ending, in the literal sense.

Annika was bathing in the lake, washing off sweat and dirt, I was also bathing, but far from her. Finally, she came out of the water, spread a blanket on the sand and lay down, spreading her legs. No foreplay at all.

Her thighs, even to the eye, were firm and resilient, her calves sinewy. The cubes of her abs were clearly visible on her stomach. But her shoulders were overly masculine, pumped up with noticeable muscles on her arms and neck. The most interesting thing was that her breasts remained feminine. Firm, rounded, with protruding nipples, they stood out on their own and didn't sag a bit.

I looked at the woman with spread legs, silent, waiting with closed eyes. Everything was a bit off, I understood that. But then I noticed Annika's trembling fingers, twitching eyelids, and slightly shaking knees. And I understood!

She is a girl and now she's lying there and is very, very nervous, and I am a man and should be strong and careful.

I knelt down, put my hands on Annika's legs and slightly spread them apart. Annika opened her eyes and smiled. Immediately, it was as if a spring inside us loosened. I simply felt the girl next to me relax.

I lowered my head between her spread legs, the already familiar aroma hit my nose, Annika's mound was very close, smoothly shaved, pink and wet. I licked it, Annika shuddered and moved towards me. I licked again, her taste was simply amazing, Annika jerked again, and I buried my lips in her vagina.

I licked and caressed every fold, kissed the beautiful flesh, burning and wet under my tongue and lips. My cock had been standing like a rock for a long time.

I reached out my hands to caress my girl's breasts, but encountered her own hands tormenting her nipples. Our hands intertwined, I felt the soft, firm breasts with sharp nipples, it was so pleasant to caress them, but I lowered myself back down, entered two fingers into the burning mound and moved them from side to side.

Annika cried out at the top of her voice, but immediately covered her mouth with her palm. I stretched out my hands to her, all wet from her juices, she immediately licked my fingers.

That drove me to the limit, I already wanted to enter her, but for the last time I licked the tensed clitoris.

Annika growled through her teeth. Grabbed the hair on the back of my head, jerked towards her wet pussy. An utterly mind-blowing aroma hit my nose. My girl jerked a few more times, trembled finely, and grew still.

"How are you, Annika, what's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"No, everything's fine, everything's very good."

"Can you continue?"

"Yes... yes, come on, enter me, faster."

While I was talking, Annika was rubbing her pussy. I didn't wait, hovered over her on outstretched arms, then helped myself with my hand, guided my penis, Annika also helped me with her palms, and a moment later the head of my cock parted the scarlet lips...

Oooh... that's bliss.

Annika bit her lip, and I started moving faster, picking up the pace even more.

I felt her labia squeezing my cock tighter and tighter, but because of the juices I didn't slow down at all. An explosion began to brew at the base of the shaft, I accelerated the pace even more, to the limit, entering her completely to the full length... until I was twisted by an orgasm.

The orgasm made me fly out to who knows where, where it's good, and my cock kept shooting cum inside Annika. It was already squelching between her legs from the mixture of her juices and my sperm, and I kept moving and every movement felt blissful.

After a while, I stopped with a soft lightness, airiness inside, and saw Annika. She was lying with her eyes closed, blood flowing from her bitten lip. I lay on her for a bit, surprised myself when I had managed to drop onto my elbows, and then carefully rolled over onto the sand.

I looked at Annika again, the sniper was lying with her eyes closed and a blissful smile, then turned, whispered in my ear:

"Thank you."

And descended to my crotch, she took my cock in her hands, squeezed it, ran her tongue over my groin licking off the remnants of sperm and returned to my penis again. (Specially for .org) She grabbed it with her hands and exposed the bright red head, licked it, then took it in her mouth sucking out all the sperm inside.

Annika passionately caressed my cock, squeezed it, moved her palms up and down, took it in her mouth and caressed it with her tongue there, then released it again, this went on for a long time. Already when my penis was standing just as hard as before the first time, Annika rose up, hovered over my crotch and, guiding the cock with her hands between her pink folds, smoothly sat down on it.

It felt very good inside her again, her lips squeezed my shaft tightly, but not from an orgasm, I've heard of something like that somewhere, an intimate lock or something?

Annika began to rock smoothly. My hands themselves reached for her breasts with the appetizing protruding nipples, my hands themselves squeezed and kneaded them, and a new bliss was already brewing in my groin. I wet my fingers in the puddle that had flowed from my beautiful girl's vagina and began to smear them on her breasts, she again grabbed my hand and began licking my fingers. Then I started caressing her mound with my other hand, there in the gap between the penis and her rising and falling hot body.

Annika moaned, I was also close to exploding. A groan through clenched teeth!... and semen shoots from bottom to top into her, and my cock is squeezed by two burning, tenderly firm folds. Bliss again, slowly fading and relaxed languor again, Annika smoothly lowers herself onto me and lies there.

We both feel so good, and then I think I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I saw Annika intently cleaning the sand from between her legs, I watched her for a bit, and couldn't resist asking:

"You're cleaning it just like a rifle?"

"What did you think?" she smiled in reply.

"Yeah, only it's not a rifle, it's a weapon of mass destruction, want me to help disarm it?"

And I kissed her between the legs.

"No need," she replied, "let's go for a swim instead."

I agreed, we didn't swim for very long, the water was cold after all, and time was already pressing, the sun was about to rise. We fooled around a bit in the water and on the shore, and while getting dressed too, but we simply didn't have the strength for more, and time.

Near the camp perimeter, we kissed tenderly again, Annika's legs could barely hold her, mine either, but no one wanted to sleep.

"I have to go, the other way, to the officers' tent there..."

"I know, I understand, I'll go the other way."

"Okay, bye Gibraltar, I felt very good with you."

"Me too, see you Annika."

I kissed her on the lips again. She left. The first rays of the sun were already touching the trees.

"Well, did you have a good time?" a voice sounded behind me.

"Ah, Lukash," I said happily, "come here, I have a couple of words for you..."