caught out. 'Ah,' he said. 'Contact lens. Must've lost one. 'Scuse me.'
He tipped his head down, and his thin white fingers fluttered briefly over the blue eye. When he lifted his head, both eyes were violet, shining with the translu-cency of gemstones. Esther didn't know if he'd added a lens or removed one. She was feeling somewhat detached, bizarrely attracted to this man whose skin wasn't pinched and raw, who didn't cough or wheeze, and whose haughty porcelain face was completely free of sores. He looked as if the cold had never touched him.
'Boyfriend?' asked the man again.
'No,' said Esther. 'I don't really have time.'
Simeon slunk closer still and stroked her jaw with long gentle fingers. Esther's groin flushed as if he'd touched her in a much sexier way.
'What are you doing?' she asked dazedly.
'Checking you out,' Simeon said in a new brisk voice.
With both hands, he tugged down the polo-neck of her sweater. For several seconds he examined her bared neck until Esther, worried, began backing away. Smirking, Simeon followed, a swagger in his lean hips, until she was pressed against the ridges of the log wall at the foot of the bunks.
'What is this?' asked Esther.
'Lust,' said Simeon and he unzipped her fleece with one swift pull. 'Dirty, greedy fuck lust. Blood lust. Lust for hot little whores called Esther.'
'No,' breathed Esther. Her heart thumped as the extent of her stupidity struck her. His talk of rescuing Doug was a con, of course it was. For miles, they were the only ones around, just her and him in a shed on the ice. Esther's sudden sense of solitude was so acute she wondered if this was how people felt when death was due.
'Yes,' Simeon said crisply. He groped her breasts through her layer of thermals and ground his big swollen crotch against her. 'And she's all alone on the icecap.'
'They'll come back,' said Esther. She pushed against him but she was weak in body and mind, all her training for the expedition disintegrating. He made her feeble and reckless. He was dangerous, she knew that, and though reason told her to resist, a stronger compulsion urged her to give it all up.
Simeon fiddled with the fastenings on her insulated trousers and, when he pushed his hand down the front of them, Esther was practically boneless with lust, with that dirty greedy fuck lust he'd suddenly inspired.
'Oh my God,' she breathed as his fingers drove right inside her, and her defences were gone.
He smiled at her, those violet eyes making her brain dance as his fingers made her sex churn. 'Good?' he asked smugly. 'Want to suck my cock?'
Esther whimpered an affirmative. She was all his, and he was doing something magical to her – truly magical because, despite her clothes being awry, she didn't feel cold. In fact, she felt more comfortable than she had done since arriving. It didn't make sense, and yet it was all OK.
'My big hard cock?'
'Yes, oh yes.'
Esther wanted to fall to her knees, wrap her lips around him and feel his power in her mouth.
'Well, tough, you can't,' said the man. 'Maybe when Billy shows up he'll feed you a length. Would you like that? Huh, would you?'
Simeon's fingers were flying fast on her clit now.
'Yes,' she panted. 'Oh, yes.'
'Nice,' said Simeon. 'I can just picture you between me and Billy Boy, a cock at either end.'
Simeon's glossy black hair brushed against Esther's jaw as he leaned in to nibble by her ear. He nudged down her sweater, licked and sucked on her neck, his fingers still working her towards climax. The steady suck on Esther's neck made her feel like a schoolgirl smitten by some clumsy adolescent eager to mark her. But her thoughts weren't schoolgirlish, and she took the image Simeon had offered, conjuring up a picture of herself naked between two hard horny guys.
In reality, the stranger was kissing her neck, his hand deep inside her underwear, but, in her mind, she was on all fours, Simeon fucking her while she clutched the hips of another man, her mouth pulling on
He tipped his head down, and his thin white fingers fluttered briefly over the blue eye. When he lifted his head, both eyes were violet, shining with the translu-cency of gemstones. Esther didn't know if he'd added a lens or removed one. She was feeling somewhat detached, bizarrely attracted to this man whose skin wasn't pinched and raw, who didn't cough or wheeze, and whose haughty porcelain face was completely free of sores. He looked as if the cold had never touched him.
'Boyfriend?' asked the man again.
'No,' said Esther. 'I don't really have time.'
Simeon slunk closer still and stroked her jaw with long gentle fingers. Esther's groin flushed as if he'd touched her in a much sexier way.
'What are you doing?' she asked dazedly.
'Checking you out,' Simeon said in a new brisk voice.
With both hands, he tugged down the polo-neck of her sweater. For several seconds he examined her bared neck until Esther, worried, began backing away. Smirking, Simeon followed, a swagger in his lean hips, until she was pressed against the ridges of the log wall at the foot of the bunks.
'What is this?' asked Esther.
'Lust,' said Simeon and he unzipped her fleece with one swift pull. 'Dirty, greedy fuck lust. Blood lust. Lust for hot little whores called Esther.'
'No,' breathed Esther. Her heart thumped as the extent of her stupidity struck her. His talk of rescuing Doug was a con, of course it was. For miles, they were the only ones around, just her and him in a shed on the ice. Esther's sudden sense of solitude was so acute she wondered if this was how people felt when death was due.
'Yes,' Simeon said crisply. He groped her breasts through her layer of thermals and ground his big swollen crotch against her. 'And she's all alone on the icecap.'
'They'll come back,' said Esther. She pushed against him but she was weak in body and mind, all her training for the expedition disintegrating. He made her feeble and reckless. He was dangerous, she knew that, and though reason told her to resist, a stronger compulsion urged her to give it all up.
Simeon fiddled with the fastenings on her insulated trousers and, when he pushed his hand down the front of them, Esther was practically boneless with lust, with that dirty greedy fuck lust he'd suddenly inspired.
'Oh my God,' she breathed as his fingers drove right inside her, and her defences were gone.
He smiled at her, those violet eyes making her brain dance as his fingers made her sex churn. 'Good?' he asked smugly. 'Want to suck my cock?'
Esther whimpered an affirmative. She was all his, and he was doing something magical to her – truly magical because, despite her clothes being awry, she didn't feel cold. In fact, she felt more comfortable than she had done since arriving. It didn't make sense, and yet it was all OK.
'My big hard cock?'
'Yes, oh yes.'
Esther wanted to fall to her knees, wrap her lips around him and feel his power in her mouth.
'Well, tough, you can't,' said the man. 'Maybe when Billy shows up he'll feed you a length. Would you like that? Huh, would you?'
Simeon's fingers were flying fast on her clit now.
'Yes,' she panted. 'Oh, yes.'
'Nice,' said Simeon. 'I can just picture you between me and Billy Boy, a cock at either end.'
Simeon's glossy black hair brushed against Esther's jaw as he leaned in to nibble by her ear. He nudged down her sweater, licked and sucked on her neck, his fingers still working her towards climax. The steady suck on Esther's neck made her feel like a schoolgirl smitten by some clumsy adolescent eager to mark her. But her thoughts weren't schoolgirlish, and she took the image Simeon had offered, conjuring up a picture of herself naked between two hard horny guys.
In reality, the stranger was kissing her neck, his hand deep inside her underwear, but, in her mind, she was on all fours, Simeon fucking her while she clutched the hips of another man, her mouth pulling on
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