#dilf day

“Well this is…bad luck…” His gruff voice sends shivers down your spine, his lips dangerously close to your ear. It comes out in a soft whisper. Currently, you’re pressed up against each other in the tightest space known to man, hiding away from the gunshots outside. Your face is crammed into his chest, his smell (some cheap cologne mixed with cigarette smoke) invading every breath you take.  One of his arms wrapped around your back and the other pressed against the wall behind you. You’re almost straddling one of his legs, which is making you go absolutely insane with the horniest  thoughts. You’re pressed so close together that every movement feels intimate. 

It happened so fast. One moment the group was simply traveling along a small town, stopping to grab some water. Next thing you know one of the locals recognizes Vash, and soon enough every single person is after the bounty on his head. They don’t seem to care who you are either, you’re with Vash so they were on your ass too. Roberto, being the fast thinker he is, decided to suddenly pull you along with him into a tight space between two buildings.

You’re definitely hidden from the fight outside, but now you’re stuck like this. For who knows how long. 

Another gunshot from outside makes you flinch, and the older man sighs as he pulls you closer. His hand on your back moves in comforting circles. His touch is so soft. You can’t seem to relax though. The action outside is scary, but the real problem is that you have this huge crush on this old reporter. Being so close to him is making your heart beat so fast you’re sure it’s about to explode.

He shifts around slightly, his leg pressing a bit too close to a place you have only dreamed he would touch. “Sorry.” He mumbles, his breath hitting your ear. Your hands grip into the fabric of his shirt, as you try to keep it together. He must notice your distress because he pauses for a moment. “What’s wrong?” he asks. You bite your cheek, suddenly very glad your head is pressed into his chest. He can’t see how red your face is. “Just nervous. Don’t want to die here” You reply.

It isn’t a lie, but it isn’t the full truth either. You’re nervous for sure, but it’s definitely not because of the gunshots outside. He lets out a soft “Hm” and leans in closer. “Now feel free to push me out there into the fire if I’m wrong, but I don’t quite believe you.” He whispers, his hand on your back moving up to the back of your head. “You’ve never been this nervous around guns before.” He continues, and the space suddenly feels even smaller. He’s too smart.

When you don’t answer he chuckles. It’s a low chuckle that makes his chest vibrate. 

Suddenly his leg shifts again, applying just a little bit of pressure between your legs. You let out a soft whimper and tense up right away. What is he doing? There’s no way he’s doing this on purpose right? But he proves you wrong by moving his leg again. This time the pressure is more intense. Your hips move on their own, seeking that sweet feeling. “There you go.” He mumbles, and suddenly his lips are trailing down your neck. He bites and sucks at the sensitive spot.

Soft moans leave your lips. His facial hair tickles your skin a bit, but you don’t mind. It all feels good. Too good to be happening while you’re hiding away from a bunch of people that want you dead. He pushes you so your back is pressed against the wall. His hands fly down to your hips and grip them tightly. You tilt your head back finally, looking up at his own rosy cheeks. 

“Ro-Robertto-” He cuts you off by digging his nails into your hips, shushing you softly. “Shh. We don’t want everyone to hear what we’re doing, now do we?” He asks as he pulls you against his leg. Your hands fly up to your lips as you let out a muffled cry. You nod your head as he moves you against his leg. “Good girl.”

It takes everything within you not to die right there and then. Your body is on fire, eyes half lidded as you ride his leg. He grunts a bit, dilated eyes focused on your lulled out face. He seems to be enjoying this even more than you. You don’t even notice as the gunshots stop. He leans in and presses his lips against yours finally. Just as he does you feel that fire in your gut hit its peak, and suddenly you’re cumming on his leg. 

It doesn’t seem like he intends on stopping until the voices from your group start calling out for the two of you.  He slows down his movements against your sensitive cunt, smirking as he pulls away. You whine at the sudden loss of his warmth. “Don’t give me that look sweetheart.” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss against your temple. “We can definitely go again later.” he promises before adjusting the hard on in his pants and stepping out into the sunlight again.

You follow soon after fixing your clothes.