Five years after the COVID-19 global pandemic, the world was a very different place. Who knew, when we were all complaining about social distancing and having to wear masks on the bus, that the coronavirus would mutate so dramatically.
If it weren't for 3-man recon team that rescued me from being attacked by a couple of drooling infected that had cornered me in a looted supermarket, I wouldn't be here now.
As it was, my three military rescuers, who introduced themselves as Jax, Sawyer and Ethan, took me back to their base and my solitary existence changed from barely surviving to positively thriving.
As we got to know each other better, we got closer, and the frisson of sexual tension became palpable. Innocent games of poker with matchsticks for chips turned into a wholly more exciting games. Bets were made with clothing and promises of touches and kisses. Such teasing touches were very exciting, but all four of us were in such an agitated state of frustration, that no amount of fevered masturbation under the covers at night when the other women had gone to sleep, was working.
We were all tired, cranky and had a perpetual state of blue balls, or whatever the equivalent is for women (blue bean?) Finally it was time to face the elephant in the room. I knew that I had to be the one to take the plunge as my guys were too respectful to push the issue.
It had been sweltering hot all day and most people had rushed to take their showers at the start of the hour, when water was heated and plentiful. Me and my guys had been for a twilight walk to cool off, but we were all damp and sweaty by the time we reached the shower block, which was deserted by then.
Taking a deep breath for courage, I took Sawyer and Jax by the hands and locked eyes with Ethan as I led them inside and said 'God, I'm so hot and sticky. We may only have cold water left and I don't want to shiver in there by myself. If anyone can make me hot, it's you three.' And to seal the deal, I faced them all and peeled off my clothes, throwing them in a heap by their dusty boots.
The look on their faces was priceless - hot, hungry and disbelieving, as though I might disappear at any moment. I'd never felt more desirable, despite being disheveled, sweaty and desperately in need of a full body wax.
In a flurry of activity, the boys wrestled their clothing off, revealing sculpted muscles and three impressive, straining manhoods.
My poor innocent eyes didn't know where to look first, but, like a parched woman at an oasis, I greedily drank my fill.
