0 comments/ 5430 views/ 1 favorites Elsa Van Dirk Ch. 01 By: Charles_Stewart Elsa Van Dirk finished drying off her legs and then wrapped the thick, plush towel around her chest, and stepped out of the shower. Wet long blonde and brown streaked hair fell against her smooth, tanned shoulders, creating strips of light and dark. And the towel, big as it was, barely hung below her crotch, leaving her strong, curvaceous, golden brown legs exposed. As Elsa walked towards the full length mirror, she stared at her reflection for a moment. Standing nearly 5'6, Elsa wasn't tall, but her body was both athletic and very voluptuous. Her leg muscles were strong and taunt, and now, after the shower, satiny smooth to the touch. The three inch scar on her upper left leg served as a reminder of a particularly eventful trip to South America three years ago. Twisting the towel, so that it would not slip away, Elsa continued to look at her image in the mirror. Her breasts thrust the towel forward; they were the focus of many a man's gaze, and the envy of most women. Elsa's golden colour wasn't broken by any tan lines, and it wasn't one of those bright orange spray-on complexions either, but rather the one perk of her latest adventure away from New York. And, as her eyes flicked up along her neck, she saw her face looking back. Round, with too-soft cheeks, and too-pink full lips, Elsa's face conveyed youthful charm. Her doe eyes always seemed far too innocent for someone so worldly, and they helped get Elsa out of - and into - trouble. Then her perfectly shaped dark eyebrows drew Elsa's eye either up to her long flowing blonde hair, or back down along her cheeks... Though others would extol the beauty of her lips or her eyes, for Elsa, it was her eyebrows that she thought her most attractive feature. Elsa knew her face evoked both intense desire and an overwhelming sense of protectiveness in those she met. She tried not to exploit this, but Elsa wasn't so 'deep' that she didn't enjoy the hungry, lingering gazes that her appearance elicited. Elsa finished drying and straightening her hair, so that the lightest blonde layers fell over her shoulders, skimming above her cleavage, and the brunette streaks slipped down across her back. Then, she lightly dabbed her signature perfume along her neck, and threw the wet towel onto the edge of the washroom door. Elsa walked into the living room, the warmth of the shower trailing out behind her, and softly padded through her condo; enjoying the air conditioning as it cooled her skin. It had been over a month since she had last been able to appreciate the comforts of home. Elsa lived in MePa, in a very upscale converted warehouse condo that looked out to an incredible view of the Manhattan skyline. While Elsa had several degrees, including one as a child psychiatrist, it was her work with the international organization DFA which afforded Elsa such a comfortable lifestyle... when she was here long enough to enjoy it. Elsa stopped for a moment, appreciating the twinkling lights that shone in through her windows -- cast from skyscrapers, nightclubs and billboards across New York. As Elsa revelled in the quiet rush of the city around her, she reached up with her arms, feeling her splendid, soft, naked body stretch in the darkness of her home. Suddenly, Elsa caught the reflection of a movement in the room behind her. Spinning about swiftly, she saw a man moving quickly out of the shadows from her bedroom, rushing towards her. The man was tall, with broad shoulders, and a mess of wild auburn hair. His arms strained as he grabbed Elsa, and she could see the taunt muscles of his upper body as he pulled her close. Then a beam of light from a nightclub spotlight shone through her living room, and Elsa saw the man's face more clearly. High cheekbones, and a strong jaw that was covered in 3 days worth of thick red stubble, contrasted against his light blue eyes, which burned with hunger and desire. Elsa knew him. "Jacob, you beast! How did you get in here?" She gasped, her face turning red with fury and embarrassment. They were standing in the center of her living room, her naked body pressed close to his powerful arms. His only reply was a deep growl of lust, as his hands slipped along Elsa's shoulders and drew her closer, so that her perfume teased his senses. Then, Jacob's hands moved across Elsa's breasts, but just before brushing against her nipples, he moved them lower. Elsa could feel her legs beginning to tremble with excitement from his touch, but refusing to let it show, she tried to move away from his embrace. Jacob had other intentions, and while still managing to keep her close against his chest, he moved backwards, pulling the two of them towards the L-shaped sectional couch that faced her floor length windows. And it certainly was no accident, that as she lost her footing, Jacob caught Elsa in his arms, gently placing her on the leather cushions, before sliding his body on top. Jacob's left hand returned to exploring Elsa's smooth naked body - trailing up along her strong, satin legs. One finger paused for a moment, grazing her scar, and she could hear him sigh softly. Elsa arched her back, pushing him away just enough so that she could see his face in the light from outside her windows. "Jacob... how did you find me here? I thought you didn't want to leave the jungle and your little smuggling operation?" Her voice taunted him, and now Jacob looked her in the eyes, and whispered deeply, "Smugglers? You didn't seem to be complaining when we saved the village you were working with... I tracked you all the way to New York for one reason ..." Elsa could feel the deep vibrations coming from Jacob, as he growled again, moving his hand to her inner thigh, his fingers squeezing against her soft, firm skin. Elsa shivered under his touch, and she felt her nipples growing hard in the cold air of the apartment. Still, Elsa was not going to relent to this intruder, even if she was enjoying his attention. And she certainly wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how turned on he was making her... yet. Elsa drew her knees upward, preparing to push Jacob off her, but in the moment before she could send him sailing from the couch, his rough fingers swept up from her thigh and started to graze against her nipples. "Ohhh..." Elsa couldn't stifle her gasp, and with that, Jacob began to tease her breasts with a mix of tender caresses and rough kisses. Pinching her nipples hard, till Elsa's head pushed back and her mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure and pain, Jacob then trailed his lips up along her neck. His tongue licked softly, before his teeth nipped playfully. Finally his kisses came to rest just above her collarbone, as every time he licked this spot, Elsa's body shook with delight. Jacob moaned against her sweet, soft skin, and his groans were joined by hers, as his right hand began to slide along her smooth stomach, making its way lower and lower. Elsa, who was now dripping wet with desire, still refused to let Jacob take control of the situation. Pulling her legs up, she shifted her hips, and sent him sprawling onto his back on the other branch of the couch. Elsa hated to feel forced into anything -- even when it came to pleasure -- and Jacob's surprise visit had set her against giving him what he wanted. Still, Elsa thought, to deny him, was to deny her own satisfaction. She could barely focus beyond the desire radiating from below, and Jacob was a fantastic lover... always delivering her to incredible heights of orgasmic intensity. Elsa felt a familiar mix of frustration and lust within, and based on past encounters, the only cure was to fuck till they both couldn't walk for hours. Elsa knew she would make Jacob pay for playing this game with her -- tomorrow. Tonight, they would both get what they wanted. Moving till she was above him, Elsa began to tease Jacob, pulling his shirt off and kissing her way along his neck. He answered with a deep moan and his hands slipped into her hair, pulling roughly, till Elsa gasped, on the threshold of pain. Elsa ran her fingers along his chest and shoulders, and she was startled to discover the number of scars that marked his muscled frame. Dipping her head slightly, she slipped her mouth over one of his nipples, and when he trembled in excitement, she bit down roughly to pay him back for pulling her hair... His grip on her blonde locks loosened in the shock, and Elsa moved her lips to his, drawing him in for a passionate kiss. Her tongue danced across his upper lip, and she knew he was under her spell, as Jacob's whole body shook with heat and desire. Elsa's hands moved down his body, feeling Jacob's muscles ripple and tighten in anticipation of her touch. Reaching his belt, she quickly unbuckled it. With a quick twist between the two of them, Jacob's pants were on the floor, and Elsa reached down and brushed her hand along the length of his hard cock. Swollen and hot, it jumped at her touch. Elsa grabbed his throbbing dick more firmly, and gave it a tight squeeze, so that cum shone at the top. Taking one finger, Elsa gently swirled the liquid just below the tip of his cock. Faster and faster she flicked, till Jacob was moaning loudly beneath her, begging for more. Giving his shaft another squeeze, Elsa said softly in a sultry voice, "Jacob... Darling... Don't ever come here and try to surprise me again. I am not yours to be taken... To be fucked at your desire... If I want you... You will know it..." As Elsa spoke, she moved, so that her wet pussy was now directly above Jacob's slick cock. And, to add emphasis to her final words, as Elsa finished speaking, she drove her body down, spearing Jacob's hard flesh into her wet cunt. Elsa started to rock herself up and down, and very quickly Jacob found the rhythm, pushing his hips upwards as she ground down onto him. His cock drove into Elsa, and when she leant back, his thrusts angled even deeper, till Elsa was moaning loudly, and calling out his name. Her pussy was soaking wet, and felt perfect around him -- tight while still allowing for his movements to be passionate and primal. Again and again they moved into each other. For Jacob and Elsa, the rest of the world melted away, and all their energies pooled together -- they felt fused together. As Elsa cried out that she was close to cumming, Jacob wrapped his hands around her waist, and kept lifting her up and then driving her pussy back down onto his throbbing shaft. "Ohhh... Yes.... Jacob!" Elsa's voice groaned out in the darkness of the living room, and she collapsed her head against his chest. Yet Jacob didn't slow, but instead, shifted the angle of his legs, so that he was now thrusting like a piston, in and out of her contracting, pulsating pussy. Elsa moaned with deep satisfaction, and then slowly drew her head up, till she was looking down at Jacob again. Her hair flowed around her face and over her shoulders, and as Elsa resumed riding Jacob, it bounced in time with her movements. Jacob had travelled the world and he had known, and slept with, many women, but he had never felt such desire and lust as when he was with Elsa. She was a wild, primal goddess, riding him at a gallop. Forward, faster, more, more... always towards a greater intensity of pleasure. She had him at her mercy, and all he could do was moan guttural sounds at how amazing she felt. Faster and faster their movements became, till once more, Elsa was grinding hard against Jacob's cock, crying out with lust. A deep spark was building inside her, and every time he thrust in, the spark seemed to leap out along her nerves, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. As Elsa gasped out that she was cumming again, Jacob's movements became even faster and intense, till his growls became a loud shout of release. Elsa could feel his cock throbbing powerfully, and a heat spread through her pussy. Again and again Jacob drove into her till he collapsed and all Elsa could feel was the deep pulsing of his cock inside of her, as he continued to cum. Just when she thought she could handle no more, the pressure broke, and the spark that had been building became a lightning storm that leapt from her pussy to her head, and an intense orgasm filled her body with supreme bliss. Elsa relaxed her body, but remained on top of Jacob, enjoying the feeling of having him still within. Jacob lay beneath her, his head to the side as his breathing slowed. Sweat shone on his forehead and his chest rose and fell with the thundering of his heart. Slowly, Elsa slid down till her body was entwined with his. As she felt Jacob's heart slowing, he wrapped his arms around Elsa's shoulders, making her feel safe and protected. Hearing him whisper something just below his breath, Elsa propped herself up to listen better, and looked closely at his face. For the first time since she had met him three years ago, Elsa was in a position to watch him without trying to dodge bullets or climb out of a wrecked plane. And Jacob was far more handsome than she had given him credit for. Elsa thought that when you washed away the mud, grease, and devilish smirk, Jacob was definitely good looking. But she had never noticed before tonight just how many marks and scratches littered his skin. Tracing her finger along his jaw, and then his cheek, she felt the scar that she had given him the first time they had met. As Elsa waited for Jacob to speak again, her mind slipped into the past and began to remember that night, three years ago. It had been dark and raining, on a road somewhere in the foothills of the Andes, and the Doctors For Aid team had just come under fire from local criminals... To Be Continued... Elsa Van Dirk Ch. 02 Elsa lay on the couch beside Jacob, her hand gently tracing the features of his face, and as she found the scar that marred his right eyebrow, her thoughts travelled back to three years ago when they had first met... The rain was coming down hard, and the darkness of the night was split by flashes from automatic rifles firing at Elsa and her DFA team. The foothills of the Andes had been beautiful and peaceful only hours before, as the sun dipped below the mountains. But now, Elsa found herself ducking behind a jeep as bullets tore through the air around her. Her white shirt was completely soaked, and the cold air had made her nipples so hard that they poked out against the near transparent fabric. While the other doctors and their guides cried out in terror and fear, Elsa's veins coursed with adrenaline. She poked her head above the jeep's heavy metal frame, and started counting the muzzle flashes. Four... No, five men were set up in the bushes across the road. Elsa's team had been warned when they arrived of the local criminals who were becoming bolder and more aggressive. A recent outbreak of K2Ba Flu was sweeping through this region and, with children the most likely to perish from this virus, Elsa had elected to lead the Doctors For Aid team sent to provide much needed medical aid. But now it seemed that these supplies were destined for the local black market. Still, Elsa knew if she stayed calm, she could shepherd her peers to safety. Elsa waited till her attackers stopped to reload, and used the moment to sprint to the other DFA jeep. Her powerful muscled legs propelled her across the distance - her well worn black leather boots splashing in the mud. The ground was slippery and uneven, but Elsa managed to stay on her feet as she sprinted in the darkness. Crouching again when she reached the protective cover of the second jeep, she studied the others, making sure they were alright. The heavy rain had plastered Elsa's blonde-brunette layered hair to her face and shoulders, and her soft, youthful face was drawn tight from the cold and severity of their situation. Elsa had too-soft cheeks, and too-pink full lips that belied her fierce and firm attitude. Her round eyes normally sparkled with a mischievous light that drove men crazy, but now, they were set with a take-charge edge, that brooked no argument. Behind the jeep were the other two doctors and their driver. The local man was frantically trying to connect with help on the radio -- seemingly with no success -- as the two doctors crouched low, heads almost between their legs. Elsa could sympathize with their panic and fear, but pushed away any such thoughts. Instead, she crept towards the back of the jeep, waiting for the fresh round of gunfire splattering into the mud around her to subside. Their attackers were shooting without precision or training, and instead of taking turns reloading, they were lumping their shots together. This left a small window when it was safe to move without fear of taking a bullet. Elsa paused, and when the crack of the guns stopped, she moved quickly. Opening the trunk of the jeep, she tossed aside food rations, camping gear and backpacks, till her hands found the shotgun that their guide had brought to keep animals away at night. Jamming as many shells as her fingers could find into her jean pockets, she threw herself back around the side of the jeep as bullets started to strike the vehicle. The shotgun couldn't do much at this range, but Elsa knew that waiting timidly for their attackers to steal the medical supplies and leave wasn't a viable option. Elsa shouted to the guide above the din of gunfire and ricocheting bullets, trying to tell him to lead the doctors to safety. But judging by the driver's terrified expression, Elsa knew she would have to stall the gunmen to give her team time to make their escape. When the gunmen paused to reload next, Elsa sprinted back over to her jeep and quickly shared her plan with the guide and remaining doctor. Then Elsa darted out from the protection of the heavy steel frame of the jeep and started moving down along the edge of the road. As the attackers resumed firing, she took refuge in the low-lying bushes that lined the muddy dirt track they had been travelling along. It wasn't until Elsa had crashed to the ground that she realized she was now covered in mud, which was seeping over the top of her shirt, and sliding down the front of her chest. Wiping an errant lock of hair out of her eyes, she smudged her nose and cheeks, and she could barely suppress a chuckle at how she must look in her camouflage. Elsa's friends in New York often whined that they never got to go on exciting adventures -- travelling the world, eating exotic food, and meeting new, interesting people. Yet somehow, Elsa couldn't see these same friends being jealous of her right now. Flat on her stomach, mud squishing against her skin, rain pelting against her back, and bullets whizzing overhead... and this wasn't the worst assignment she had been on by far. Sensing her next opening, Elsa coiled her muscles, and preparing to make the dangerous rush across the road. Counting to three after the last gun had stopped firing; Elsa sprung from her cover, and ran as fast as she could. The road was now a deep mess of mud, and she had to slow her stride so as not to slip, but Elsa closed the distance quickly, and dropped to a baseball slide as she entered the underbrush the gunmen had been firing from. Cold, wet, mud-covered, and burning with anger, Elsa took her bearings. Immediately spotting one of the bandits, Elsa realized that he was already taking aim at her! He brought his rifle to bear, and Elsa's body tensed with fear as his finger pulled back on the trigger. Nothing happened. Elsa and the man stared at each other -- both dumbfounded. The local criminal glanced down at his AK, and saw that in his rush to shoot Elsa, he hadn't finished reloading properly. Elsa fired. The kickback was tremendous, and the noise nearly left her deaf, but Elsa had used a shotgun before, and was prepared for the blast and recoil. The man before her spun to his side and collapsed in the mud. Seeing that he was finished, Elsa didn't pause for long, knowing that the other gunmen would soon be upon her -- and she wouldn't get so lucky twice. As Elsa moved deeper into the underbrush, hoping to flank her opponents, she could hear them shouting to one another, trying to figure out what had happened. Their voices helped Elsa pinpoint them in the darkness, and the heavy layer of mud that now covered Elsa head to toe made her virtually invisible as she moved towards them. Elsa saw another of the criminals emerge from his firing position, attempting to check on his fallen companion, and after taking a moment to steady her stance, Elsa fired. The gun's kick and thunder was no less stunning this time. But at this range, all she had to do was aim it in the general direction of her target, and the blast of buckshot took care of the rest. The man clutched his stomach, fell to his knees, and tried unsuccessfully to call out a warning to his allies, before slumping into the mud. Elsa shuddered for a moment. Though this situation was life and death for Elsa and her fellow doctors, she still hated having to defend herself like this. On the road, the jeeps engine's suddenly roared to life, and their lights shone brightly in the darkness. Two of the gunmen slung their rifles over their shoulders and returned into the night, while the last remaining gunman opened fire at the fleeing jeeps. The vehicle's tires spun in the thick mud, and the sound of bullets smashing into their metal frames set Elsa's heart racing even faster. Abandoning all caution now, she raced through the bushes and tree roots that littered the ground, and in her haste, her left foot caught on something hard. Elsa's world spun sideways as she came crashing down. A blinding flash filled her vision as her head smacked into the mud, and by the time Elsa had managed to struggle to her knees, the rifle had stopped barking in the darkness. Knowing she had but a few moments before the gunman reloaded, and chose his next target, Elsa used the butt of the shotgun to help steady her balance as she stood up. Her vision still came in swaying waves, but her ears could hear something moving through the mud and bushes... and it was coming straight at her. As a large man emerged from the darkness, Elsa yanked the shotgun upwards and swung the butt like a club, striking her assailant in the head. He staggered away from her and crashed to the ground. As anger overwhelmed Elsa's sensibilities, she brought the butt of the weapon down again, smashing it into his forehead. He swore. In English. With a slight Australian accent. Elsa paused before attacking again. The gunmen had all spoken Spanish, and as Elsa peered at him through the pouring rain and soupy darkness, he didn't seem to be dressed like a local. The man lying at Elsa's feet was wearing frayed, torn jeans, which were now covered in mud. He had a faded Guns and Roses t-shirt with a marked brown leather jacket on. But it was his black leather Harley Davidson boots that, even covered in mud, told Elsa that this wasn't some petty local criminal. Though she couldn't see his face, splattered with blood and dirt, Elsa could have sworn that he was grinning up at her. "Well. If I had known you made such a stunning first impression, I would have looked you up sooner, Dr. Van Dirk." His voice had a knee-weakening gravel lowness to it. He sat up in the mud, and extended a grimy, wet hand. "Help me up, Doc? I don't fancy spending any more time in this downpour than necessary." Elsa took his arm, then pulling harder than she needed to, she yanked him up. Misjudging that he had found his balance, when Elsa released her grip, he stumbled forward, colliding face first into her voluptuous bosom. "Now, this isn't nearly so bad. Quite comfortable actually..." Before he could say anymore, Elsa pushed him backwards, till he was standing before her, the rain washing the blood down along his high cheek bones and strong jaw. The man had thick auburn hair that was matted down from the soaking rain. His jaw sported a dark swelling bruise, and his left eyebrow had a large gash that was trickling with blood. Under Elsa's grip, she could feel the strong muscles in his arms, and even separated by several layers of clothes, a current of electricity sparked between the two of them. Elsa waited till he had found his footing, and then took a few steps back. "You, sir, have me at a loss. You clearly seem to know who I am, but I don't think we have met before." Elsa bit her tongue before she could say anything more... like how she would definitely remember meeting someone like him. Determined to regain control of the situation, she wasn't going to let her burgeoning lust show. The man laughed, shaking his head. Then he winced, and gingerly touched his forehead, feeling the open wound. "No, we haven't met Dr. Van Dirk, but I heard that you and your team were travelling through this area. And I don't imagine there are many other stunning, voluptuous blondes who are in the Doctors For Aid team... So, I assumed you were the Van Dirk we were hearing about." Elsa felt her cheeks burn red and a powerful warmth sweep through her body. Glad for the cloak of darkness and mud that kept him from seeing the effect his words were having, she let him continue speaking. "The name's Jacob." He extended his hand. Elsa ignored the offered hand, and instead said, "Jacob? Do you come with a last name?" Jacob cracked another devilish grin, "Who says that isn't my last name?" Elsa met his charming smirk with an overly exaggerated cold glare, and finally shook his hand. "Well, Jacob, I think its best that I make it back to the main road and try and figure out how far my team has gone. I don't particularly like the idea of hiking to the nearest village in this weather. But, at least, I have this to keep me safe." Elsa hoisted the shotgun up, and held it across her chest, using it to shield her hard nipples from Jacob's gaze. Jacob maintained his smile, and raised his hand in a peace offering gesture. "Well, since its nearly 20 miles to the nearest town, you might consider coming with me. At least till dawn. Plus, I could really use a doctor. See, this crazy woman just attacked me with a shotgun, and I'm not sure I'll live through the night if I don't get stitched up. What do you say Doctor?" Elsa was split. Just as much as he turned her on with his gravelly voice and easy-going grin, there was something about him that she didn't trust. Like how he just happened to be wandering around the middle of no-where in the midst of a rainstorm. Or how the remaining gunman seemed to have mysteriously disappeared just before he magically appeared. Still, no matter how much her overwhelming desire made her uneasy to remain so close to him, the thought of walking down a dirt road in one of the most remote areas in the world - in the middle of a stormy night -- appealed even less. "Ok, Jacob. Lead on. But if you are thinking of any funny business, just remember I'm armed." Elsa tried to maintain a steady, in charge voice, refusing to betray her attraction. "No worries, Doc. My head won't soon forget meeting you." With that, Jacob turned and slowly started picking his way through the underbrush, moving away from the road and further into the wilderness. Elsa followed carefully behind, keeping her shotgun at the ready. Though it was dark, Jacob walked with purpose -- his stride long, and his footing sure -- and after an hour of walking away from the road in silence, he finally spoke, pointing towards a nearby hill. "You doing okay, Doc? Just on the other side of that is where we will be staying for the night. After you patch me up, I'll make us some grub, and in the morning, I'll drive you to the medical camp. Sound good?" The intervening hour, and the constant rain, had washed away the electric desire that had been consuming Elsa, but at the sound of his gravelly, accented voice, she felt the heat stirring in her loins, and could only mutely nod a reply, lest her voice betray her body. Instead of going over the hill, they circled its base, and after several minutes, Elsa could see the flickering light of a campfire up ahead. A small cave opened at the side of the hill, and built out around it was a series of tents and lean-tos. Walking closer, Elsa saw a half-a-dozen vehicles parked beneath netting and sheets. They ranged from delivery trucks to jeeps. There were at least three campfires burning, sheltered from the rain in a similar way as the vehicles. And around the fires, were small clusters of men, drinking, eating and singing. But again, these weren't locals speaking in Spanish. Instead, Elsa could discern English (spoken in several different accents), German, Korean, Swahili, and Russian. The rough and mercenary look of these men immediately put Elsa on her guard. Taking a few quick steps, Elsa grabbed Jacob's arm firmly, stopping him just before they reached the camp, and in a soft but demanding whisper, asked, "What is this place? Did these men have anything to do with the attack on my team? And who are you exactly?" Jacob paused and turned towards Elsa. She was shocked to see how pale his face now looked. "These are my men. And we didn't have anything to do with the attack on you earlier tonight. Consider me the CEO of a freelance importing/exporting business." His voice melted Elsa's reluctance, and when he started walking into the camp, Elsa found herself, against her better judgement, following him. But, she couldn't resist a small dig, and just as they started walking through the tents, heading towards the cave entrance, she whispered, "So you're a smuggler..." Jacob only reply was a soft, dry laugh. And though Elsa couldn't see his face, she was sure he was, regardless of his hurting jaw, smirking broadly. The cave didn't run very deep into the hillside, but it was furnished with thick heavy blankets that hung along the walls, and textured, warm rugs that lined the ground. A large fire burned near the entrance, its smoke escaping outside, but the heat travelled into the cave, and Elsa realized just how cold she had become walking through the rainstorm. Her smooth skin was covered in goose bumps, and her teeth had started chattering loudly. Jacob nodded at the two men tending to the fire, and they silently slipped off. Then, kneeling by the fire pit, Jacob pulled a kettle off a small grill, and after rinsing out two tin cups with the rain still coming down outside, he poured coffee for both of them. Elsa watched Jacob, and then blushed quickly when she realized there was a fine mist rising off their wet clothes, caused by the fire... and from the heat she felt inside, as she watched his lithe body move in the flickering light. "This ain't no mocha frappa caramel latte, but it will warm you up quickly. I don't want numb, trembling fingers stitching up my pretty face." Jacob had a way of sounding both warm and caring, while still being infuriatingly taunting and teasing. Elsa had to pause for a moment, trying to decide between keeping the shotgun at the ready, or accepting the tantalizing cup of coffee. The hot, bitter aroma of the drink filled her senses, and eventually Elsa's desire to be warm won out. She set the gun down against the wall -- within easy reach -- and took the tin mug with both hands, shivering with pleasure at the warmth that seeped into her fingers. The piping hot liquid scalded her throat as she swallowed it down, but the heat that flooded through her was exquisite. This was the best cup of coffee she had had in a long time, and a big smile crept across her face as she closed her eyes and savoured the experience. Jacob waited for her to finish the cup, and in the meantime had his men prepare the first aid kit, and other necessary tools for when Elsa was ready. As she set aside her tin mug, and started washing her hands in a basin left by the men, Elsa looked at Jacob, taking in his features in the flickering light of the cave. Jacob had a strong jaw, and high cheek bones but it was hard to tell how handsome he was while caked with so much mud. His tousled auburn hair was now drying, and settling into a mess of curls. His eyes were deep blue, and had a predatory glint when he smiled his infuriating smirk. The cut along his left eyebrow had finally stopped bleeding, but looked raw and sore, and if not cleaned and stitched closed, would definitely get infected. The rest of his body was wrapped in a thick blanket that was doubling as a towel, but his large, well built frame still showed through. Elsa took a deep breath to steady the fluttering of desire inside her, and set about stitching the wound closed. Jacob neither flinched nor made any noise, and Elsa suspected this wasn't his first time being patched together in the middle of the wilderness. He seemed like the type of man who enjoyed getting into trouble. Elsa's had done this simple procedure a thousand times, and yet now, she had to go slowly. Being so close to Jacob, breathing in his scent -- which smelled of smoke, rich spice, and somehow, the sun -- drew her closer and closer, till, as Elsa murmured she was finished, their faces were only inches apart. Elsa's lips parted, and she could taste his breath - coffee and oranges - and before he could ruin the moment by speaking, she leant in and kissed him. At first their lips were soft and tender, but then, as Jacob started to kiss back passionately, Elsa found herself growing more and more excited. The building warmth in her pussy was now sending out waves of fire through her body, and when they collided with the jolts of electricity that his lips were shooting down her spine, Elsa could feel her entire body craving even more. Moaning with lust, Elsa pushed the thick blanket off Jacob's shoulders and ran her hands along his broad chest. In response, he grabbed hold of her still wet shirt, and ripped it violently, sending its buttons spinning away into the cave. Elsa Van Dirk Ch. 02 Elsa's breasts spilled out from the confines of the shirt, and even her lacy black bra couldn't conceal how hard her nipples were. Every time his hands grazed against them, Elsa groaned and pushed forward, feeling her pussy growing wetter with each passing moment. Jacob fingers trailed along her satiny smooth skin, and hooked into the top of her jeans. Deftly unbuckling her belt, and unzipping the pants, his hands were soon tugging down the muddy denim, so that his fingers could tease along her black thong panties. Elsa quickly slipped out of her jeans, hungry for Jacob to explore further. Before she could return to his kisses, Jacob's left hand wrapped against the side of her leg, with his right hand slipping beneath Elsa's soaked panties, and he began to tease along the length of her pussy. Starting at the top of her cunt, two fingers circled her clit, sending waves of intense pleasure crashing through her body. The he slid lower, and pushed deeply into her pussy. Elsa was tight, not having been with anyone for several weeks, and as his fingers curled forward, so that they were pushing against her G-spot, her knees nearly gave out as she moaned out not to stop. Jacob's mouth started kissing along her tanned stomach, and as it moved lower, Elsa curled her fingers into his tousled hair -- as much to steady herself as to control his path. When he reached the top of her thong, he nipped playfully at the panties, and then made to move his tongue lower. But Elsa's tightening grip on his hair stopped him, and looking up, he could see her face -- alight with lust and sensuality --as she said, "No. Not yet. You haven't earned that. Stop teasing and fuck me. Now!" Jacob slipped his fingers from her slick pussy, and raised them to his lips, tasting her juices on them. A hungry, devouring look lit his face, and as he stood up, pulling her nearly naked body against his, Jacob whispered throatily, "You are so wet. And taste incredible." While he'd been speaking, Elsa's hands had undone his pants. Stripped down to their underwear, the two of them moved to a pile of thick sheep fleece that lay on the ground at the back of the cave. Jacob slid down first and with Elsa still standing, his lips kissed their way up one leg and then down the other. His tongue darted quickly out with each kiss, and his sounds of want and appreciation to be touching her, made Elsa even wetter. When he pulled her down towards him, she slipped into his embrace. Their lips found each other, and their kisses were wild and forceful. Jacob manoeuvred his body till he was on top of Elsa, then dipped his head lower, kissing and licking along the top of her voluptuous breasts. When his kisses stopped, Elsa opened her eyes, and a scream caught in her throat as she saw him producing a large hunting knife from between the sheep skins. But before she could cry out, Jacob slid the flat knife edge along her chest - between her breasts and under the bra strap - cutting it loose. Elsa's magnificent breasts spilled out of the destroyed bra, and Jacob wasted no time leaning back in, taking one nipple in his mouth, as his fingers teased, pinched, and tortured the other. Jacob's attention had Elsa so flushed, that she didn't think as she grasped for the one hand not caressing her body. But as she found his wrist and tried to guide him towards her trembling legs, it was the knife edge that bit deeply into her upper thigh. At once, Jacob pulled back, but for Elsa the stingy pain only served to highlight the excitement that she was feeling. Her hands guided Jacob back to her, and she whispered, "I don't care about it... it's only a scratch... and I want you inside me now!" Jacob's body pressed close, and as he began to tease Elsa again, there was a new thrill to their contact -- neither knew what to expect next, and soon Elsa couldn't feel the cut as her nipples sent electric shocks to her soaked pussy. As adrenaline and desire coursed through her veins, Elsa's body shuddered with pleasure from Jacob's attentions. He switched his mouth and fingers as the one nipple became sore and sensitive from his pinching, only to flicking it with his tongue. Then he would start sucking harder, till the nipple was stretched between his teeth. She could feel the sharpness of each tooth grazing against her flesh. Elsa's cries of lust became a call for "Harder... harder... pinch them harder..." and Jacob responded quickly. The pressure bordered on painful, but this only made Elsa wetter. Eventually she screamed out, "Fuck me, Jacob. Please fuck me.... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.... I'm begging you... Please!" Jacob pulled his body up, and moved directly above Elsa. His boxers had vanished since they had come to the makeshift bed, and his hard cock pressed against her smooth thigh, jumping at the contact with her satiny soft skin. Not wanting to waste time removing her thong, Jacob pulled it to the side, and positioned his throbbing cock against the outside of her wet, warm pussy. Elsa growled her frustration that he was taunting her, but Jacob just grinned, and pushed forward so that he was still only teasing the both of them, as the head of his dick rubbed against her clit. Elsa enjoyed foreplay as much as anyone, but hated when her partner tried to control the situation, and this man was infuriating her. When his cock slipped lower and began to slide just slightly in and out of her cunt, Elsa waited till his next thrust forward, and grabbing the blankets for leverage, pushed her body down, so that his thick cock suddenly rammed into her. The sensation made her moan violently, and Jacob stopped teasing her, and switched to hard, forceful movements that had them bucking against the other. Jacob's hard dick filled Elsa, hitting her in all the right spots, and each thrust drove the breath from her lungs. A wild buzzing filled her head, and her pussy sent thrilling shocks shooting along her nerves. With the sheep blankets pressing against her back, and Jacob's muscled chest above her, her skin felt wrapped in soft warmth. Elsa's ears were filled with the sounds of the two of them. Their voices calling out in desire and ecstasy, the slap of their bodies as they came together again and again, and what sounded like a waterfall... Elsa dimly realized it was the sound of the rain pouring down the side of the hill above them. As Elsa opened her eyes, she could see Jacob's face above her in the flickering light of the dimming fire. He looked very intense, as he moved inside of her, but there was also bliss and excitement written across his features. His eyes were open, but almost rolling back in his head, as his voice became a string of guttural sounds. Elsa could feel an intense pressure building inside of her -- at first it was a powerful throbbing of pleasure in her pussy, and then, with each plunge of Jacob's cock into her, the feeling started pushing out, till it was causing her fingers to tingle, and her toes to curl. As Jacob called out that he was about to cum, with his strokes becoming faster and faster, a spark of lightning leapt through Elsa's body, and she felt her pussy pulsating and contracting around his cock as she came. Jacob`s cock swelled even more inside Elsa, his motions slowing for a moment, and then a powerful warmth flooded into her. He started to move again -- slowly, but pressing into Elsa deeply -- and each time he was completely within, she could feel his shaft throb, as he kept cumming. Her whole body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and Elsa could feel her heartbeat thundering in her wet, cum-slick pussy. Elsa arched her back, and took Jacob`s mouth into a deep, hungering kiss that slowed to a tender caressing of their lips. Elsa flicked her tongue across the edge of his mouth, and she was surprised to feel his cock swell and jump inside her. She smiled as she lay back against the rugs, knowing she had just found a way to wildly tease him if she ever wanted to again. Closing her eyes for a moment and listening to the sound of the rain and his breathing, Elsa heard him whisper... "Elsa... I think there is someone trying to break into your apartment!" Wait, that didn't make any sense. In the cave, Jacob had whispered something quite different -- far more naughty and daring. Elsa opened her eyes, and snapped out of the sexual reverie that she had been enjoying, remembering that she was still laying naked on her leather couch in New York. Jacob was beside her, but he had shifted slightly, so that she was no longer on top. He was peering over the back of the couch, watching her front door. Even in this moment, Elsa had to resist reaching out and caressing his strong back. And she wasn't surprised that her dream had left her wet and hot -- that memory always made her want to fuck Jacob till he couldn't cum anymore. Pushing the ache to be filled by his hard cock aside, Elsa moved so that she could see over his shoulder, and watched the door. Nothing happened. And the scent of Jacob so close -- smelling of wood smoke, rich spices, and sex -- was too much to bear. Elsa playfully nipped at his earlobe, kissing her way along his rough neck. But then she heard a sound. A jostling of the door-handle by someone outside, and the faint noise of metal scraping on metal. Elsa leapt from the couch, sprinting towards her bedroom. Her naked body, voluptuous and athletic, thrilled Jacob -- he loved seeing her move with strength and determination. Yet, she hadn't even cleared half of the living room, when her front door exploded inward, a shower of wood chips and twisted metal. In the doorway stood two, towering men. Without speaking, and reacting far more quickly than one would think of someone so bulky, the man on the left raised his arm, and fired a small pistol at Elsa. Jacob cried out a warning, but Elsa was struck in the shoulder by two little hooks, that connected back by wires to the gun. A burst of blue electricity hummed between the barrel and Elsa, and she didn't even feel the floor as her body spun forward and collapsed with a heavy crash... To Be Continued...