Amazing
Grace –
The
El Niño Legend
Part
V
It was time for
Carl to take Heather to the hollow and do some target practice with a Glock
handgun that seemed to fit in her hand real well and didn’t feel too bulky or
heavy for her to handle under an emergency. The worst fear of an apocalypse survivor
is an ambush by an undead or zombie. The mere mention of such an outbreak or
spell is cause enough to panic and forget what you have been trained to do when
under attack.
Fitting the precision
machined handgun in her hand, Carl stood closely behind her and taught her how
to draw her weapon from the hip holster he had put on her waist with a belt
holding it in a position that was conveniently put on the right side and easy
to reach at.
The leather
holster was just right as it secured the weapon tight enough to be able to run
if she had to or draw it with lightning speed if she had to use it. Her adaptability
to wearing a gun was obvious and was a shot in the arm for Carl that he was
doing the right thing by teaching her how to shoot and defend herself.
They did at
least two dozen dry fires practicing the draw and aiming the gun with the front
sight only on the target he had put up between a stack of bales he had saved
for just such purposes. This was his own man-made indoor firing range where he
practiced if he wanted to keep his proficiency level up to the optimum required
to survive.
Although he was
slightly distracted by the smell of honey, he focused on teaching her the main
principles of good gun control and aiming the weapon quickly lining up only the
front sight instead of working to align the front and back for better accuracy.
He rationed to
Heather that most of her shots, if they were indeed needed, were from ten yards
or closer, making just pointing the weapon more feasible than taking the time
to align the front and rear sights which could take too much time if an undead
is attacking her up close.
Then he worked
with her on the trigger pull teaching her to pull the trigger gently and not
forcefully as the more force is used the more the gun will miss what she was
pointing at. It was a matter of learning how to draw back the trigger with a
gentle pull and going back straight rather than a rough yank that would cause
the weapon to move and making it miss its target in some cases.
Finally, he was
ready to teach her how to shoot with live rounds. He had picked up a Glock 9mm
so the rounds were not as loud or the recoil would not be as bad as the heavier
rounds he had in his personal armory in the secret closet.
Loading ten
roads inside the fifteen round capacity magazines, he gave Heather an empty one
so she could copy loading it the way Carl was showing her. One round at a time,
she loaded all ten and tapped the end of the magazine to settle the rounds
inside the spring loaded case.
After
practicing loading and reloading a few times, it was time to shoot for reals.
No more teaching, no more hesitating as Carl put up a dark figured out line on the
silhouette target in the makeshift firing range that had bales as a backstop
for the bullets fired.
Carl asked her
if she was ready and she said, “I am as ready as I will ever be. Just give me a
minute to catch my breath and then we can get it started.”
Carl waited for
about thirty seconds and told her to draw the weapon out of the holster and
bring it smoothly up to eye level focusing on the front sight and putting the
front tab of the sight on the center of the target.
She nodded she
was ready to fire and squeezed the first round off causing it to hit the bale
of hay on the right side. She had yanked the trigger and twisted her wrist too
much and let the gun move off the target and twist to the right. Finger out of
the trigger guard she put the weapon back in the holster to practice the draw
again.
Carl reassured
her that if she gently pulled her trigger finger back without yanking or
jerking it, she will hit the target where she was aiming. They repeated the one
shot sequence all ten times until she was out of bullets.
Then Carl
patiently checked the weapon to see if it was indeed cleared of any rounds
inside the chamber and the magazine empty as he told her to holster it slowly.
He wanted to make sure Heather knew how to inspect the weapon to make sure it
was empty or unloaded before she put it back in her holster. It was an
important step to make sure the gun was never assumed empty.
Together they
walked up to the target and check it out for a grouping of the rounds fired.
Carl counted six holes and that meant she missed the target four times. He told
her she was doing well and not to be discouraged. It would take practice and
they had plenty of time and bullets to practice with today.
Both were
wearing ear plugs and the sound of the bullets inside the makeshift indoor
firing range made a loud noise that was not soundproofed to the outside. In all
reality, if someone was standing outside the bunker, they could have heard the
shots fired and know that somebody was firing a gun somewhere close to where
they were standing.
After shooting
off about fifty rounds of 9mm bullets, Heather had a lot more confidence than
she demonstrated before she started this exercise. Her demeanor was perkier and
it looked like she was having fun doing it.
At the last check
she fired nine out of ten inside the center mass circle and one round hit the
head. Carl assumed that the head shot was accidental but he wasn’t really sure
that was the case. He remembered that he told Heather the only way to kill a
zombie is to shoot it in the head and kill the brain.
The next round
of practice included another fifty rounds but first, they would take a break
and pick up all the brass that had been strewn on the ground of the hollow
making sure they picked it all up and put it all back in the plastic container
they came out of. All fifty brass casing were found and retrieved. It was a
good way to make sure all was done with care and caution.
Altogether,
Heather fired one hundred and fifty rounds that day. What was most important
was her confidence in using the gun and the ability to hit what she aimed at.
They
accomplished both very well and Carl was satisfied that after a few more
practice sessions, she would be an awesome shooter even for a beginner, she was
better than average.
Now it was time
to eat and they went to the guest bedroom to get the kid that was playing there
alone but staying safe. She was startled a little when the door opened up when
she saw Heather her face brought a quick smile.
“Time to eat, baby, time to eat” Heather said.
He stood before
the freezer, selecting what was going to be his meal for this occasion. His worn-out
blood shot eyes moved carefully over the stacks of delicatessen meats down
to the frozen vegetables, down to the breads and pastries, the fruits and
ice cream.
He picked out
two slices of bologna, cheese on wheat bread and a glass of ice cold water to
chase his food down with. Spreading the ketchup and mustard on the bread, he
chomped on the sandwich as if he was starving.
Having taken
what he wanted, he motioned to Heather and the kid to get what they wanted out
of the refrigerator or freezer. It was a moment of silence as they pensively
picked the items they wanted to eat.
Carl left the
room and entered the relaxation room to turn the TV on. Still chomping on the
first sandwich Heather and the kid followed and brought a bag of potato chips
in and laid them on the table. His stomach was in knots for some reason.
He felt uneasy
and was nervous; more so than ever before. Getting up he slowly moved across
the floor to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall. There were
no windows, no clear blue sky to look at and all that he knew existed out there
was the giant granite rock he had built his bunker under.
The confinement
was taking a toll. He was getting stir crazy and having Heather there only made
it more complicated. He decided that he needed to step outside and get some
fresh air even though the skies were still filled with thunder and lightning
and raining cats and dogs just like the day before.
Walking outside
the front entrance he turned towards the cliff edge of the bunker. Up above the
dark black clouds were moving swiftly as the darkness was depressing. He
pictured his favorite scene of being on the beach and the clear blue sky above
him. Sea gulls were shrieking out loudly as they floated in the wind under
their wings.
Looking down,
he saw an old and twisted trunked tree that hung over the edge somewhat and
ready to fall down. Its branches were once dry and rotted but this monsoon El
Nino rain has revitalized the tree and causing it to bloom green leaves and
moist branches.
For some
reason, even with all this wind around the cavern, the branches of the gnarled
and twisted tree faced upward towards the sky, the exact opposite direction it
was before the rains came and the droughts were so common.
For a moment,
Carl heard some background sounds break the mountain side silence and noticed a
set of feminine footsteps headed his way.
Heather walked
outside the door and saw Carl standing there at the edge of the cliff. She
walked over to him and asked him softly if there was something wrong. “No,
nothing is wrong,” said Carl. “I am sorry I walked out on you that way but I
really needed some fresh air and go outside.” Shyly, Carl turned away and
looked at his watch.
Suddenly, when
she spoke, Carl’s attention was drawn on her presence. His eyes were first
focused on her face as her clothing was getting wet and saturated, starting to
reveal her sexy figure. She was wearing shorts and revealed her shapely curved
buttocks as the wind pressed her clothing against her skin.
He remembered
her the first time he saw her and how he thought she would win a wet tee shirt
contest hands down. Well, he was thinking it again as she stood there in the
rain and not even wearing a bra as her hardened nipples protruded the clothes
she was wearing.
He was getting sexually
excited. He couldn’t hide it so he walked away from her and told her he wanted
to be alone for a while to sort things out. Heather, not willing to take that
as an answer softly said to Carl, ”Look, I know this has been hard on you and I
know we have invaded your privacy and space for a long time now but I really do
appreciate you helping us out and taking care of us.”
His eyes were
again moving to his watch as he said to her, “It’s okay, I have enjoyed your
company and its no bother. I am glad we found each other that night because it
is a real nightmare out there and I am not so sure you would have made it if
you hadn’t have found this place by accident.”
He avoided eye
contact for a reason. Her beauty was beginning to attract his passion and
desires. For a moment, he noticed her friendly smile, her gentle face and soft
and smooth but full lips. Her breasts, now fully revealed by the figure-hugging
of her clothing, appeared full and naturally round as the nipples were standing
erect from the chill of the cold outside damp and moist air.
It was damp and
muggy, and the humidity made them sweat even as they were standing in the torrential
rain. Carl was aware of sex and how it drove a man crazy being so close to a
woman who smelled like honey. He found her presence a lot more than exciting
being so close to her and not daring to touch her like he wanted to do.
His loins were
burning; his penis was hard and showing as the hardness was revealed through
the khaki shorts he was wearing. Under any other circumstances, Carl would have
been mortified or even slightly embarrassed if Heather would have noticed the bulge
in his shorts but it didn’t seem to matter to him at the moment. He was sweating
inside and out and the air was hot and humid; so hot he could hardly breathe.
Suddenly,
Heather bumped and pressed against me. By choice rather than a necessity, she
chose to make the first move at this moment. This increased my racing pulse and
brought him to an unlimited stage of excitement that he hadn’t felt or reached
for years even if he was masturbating, it didn’t feel like this.
Within a
moment, the rain stopped falling as they tumbled to the wet and soaked ground
embraced and kissing each other passionately. Before Carl realized it, she was
completely naked and on the edge to make a passionate move as Carl was
trembling with passion and desire to engage in this sexual feeling.
The ground was
naturally cold but to be honest, the ground didn’t matter as the senses were on
fire and neither the rain nor cold ground effected their nudity and desire to have
taken him to the ground and swallow him up with a lustful passion. She was
having her way with him and he wasn’t fighting any of it at the moment.
Lips locked and
tongue probing for a deeper carnal sensation, Carl felt he was at the edge of insanity
and enduring heavenly pleasure. She squeezed his hand and pressed against him
even tighter. He could feel her breasts crushing against his chest. He could
feel one of her breast churning against his hand. He felt her hand reach for
his cock and as she did he let out a scream of pleasure and longing for more as
his soul was set on fire.
Carl’s cock was
hard, so hard it was burning and it was hurting. It had been so long since who
knows when but he wanted her to keep on pushing against him and light his fire.
Her lips were softly nibbling on my ear as I submitted my whole body to her
advances as I twisted a bit to get even closer wanting to enter her vagina and
feel the hotness inside her. The encounter was so blissful, it was pure carnal desire.
Her nipples
rubbed against his muscular forearm as her hand brushed against the tip of his
penis. Entangled, twisted and soaking wet, the whole thing just exploded. For a
moment, his hardened cock jerked uncontrollably and jetted a copious discharge
of kept in desire.
The cum went
everywhere and they didn’t care. The sticky stuff covered his leg, her belly
and all over her legs as well. Carl’s pent up feelings, exploding and releasing
every desire to show his feelings for her, wouldn’t stop spouting as there was
so much kept inside him for all those years, he finally let it all out with a
woman that had absolutely and utterly unashamed seduced him in the dark and
cold rain and gave him an experience of his life.
For a moment later, when the two eyes met and the
moment calmed down a bit, you could have heard a pin drop. Carl stopped
breathing and went into a state of shock and shame. He was hoping that Heather
didn’t regret what she had done as he felt ashamed he let it happen.
He hoped Heather didn’t go ballistic or was too disappointed
in his sudden reaction caused by a guilty conscious and as she giggled
nervously about the way they had just made love in the pouring rain, and laying
naked on a thistle of leaves and needles, she burst into tear and hugged him as
she tried to sob out an apology for taking advantage of his weak moment.
Carl gently pulled her into his arms and tried to
comfort her. Heather muttered some softly spoken words and as she calmed down a
bit, she began to explain that whatever happened was something that was
inevitable to happen because of their proximity and time spent together inside
that bunker.
He kept telling her softly, “Heather, listen to me,
there is nothing to be ashamed of and I could have stopped it from happening
under the circumstances but I wanted to make love to you too.”
The moment he felt sure she was sort of pulled
together enough to get up and go back into the bunker, he said to Heather, “What
we did was natural and nothing to be ashamed of.”
Fumbling to get dressed, and reaching down to find
their wet and soaked clothing, Carl came up with Heather’s panties and started
to laugh. Feeling her smooth red colored silky panties, he said to her,
“Strangely, they are drier than the rest of their clothing; hmm wonder how that
could have happened.”
The faint and indistinct sight of her nakedness and
the feel of touching her on her breasts and other gentle parts of her body
almost got Carl as hard as he was before this tumble to the ground started to
feel embarrassed again.
This particular moment was best to be forgotten. Carl didn’t
know enough about Heather to tie on top a stronger bond than they already had. Getting
dressed and putting on his wet clothes he tried to help Heather with her
clothing fumbling them a couple of times as his hands were visibly shaking. As soon
as they walked into the front door, they departed quickly and departed hastily into
their respective bedrooms. Time for a shower and come back to face the music
was one thought on Carl’s mind. He wasn’t sure what Heather was thinking.
Although the dim light of the woods was enough to
conceal them from being seen by others if they were in close proximity, their
screams and yells of passion could have been heard for at least a quarter mile
or so.
A flashback in Carl’s mind gave him a peek of a
perfectly rounded pair of breasts and a smooth buttocks stripped of all
clothing would forever be ingrained inside his head. The shower cooled them
both down a bit.
Standing by his bed and thinking of the carnal and
lustful episode that had just happened not more than an hour ago, he laid his
head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. His eyes were wandering the walls
as his mind wouldn’t let go of the image of Heather laying there naked.
How could he have been so fortunate to find this wonderful,
beautiful poised creature with the mature figure of a young woman; her full
sized breasts high and tight showing a proud and perfectly rounded figure
showing no signs of having a boob job or any other artificial or surgically
implanted breasts enhancements and in fact, because they were not enlarged or
enhanced they were naturally attractive and one of her most impressive
features. .
There were no signs of sagging thighs and her firm
buttocks revealed her athleticism as they were firm and muscular with a slight
tan that was wearing thin due to the copious amount of rain and lacking
sunshine. Having that kid didn’t harm her figure at all; in fact, Carl
suspected it caused her to work even harder to return her figure back to the
state it was in before she had the child.
Her slender ankles firm hips and curved oh so
provocatively ass was a man’s delight to watch when she walked her confident
gait across the room. Carl didn’t know how she kept her crimson colored lips so
moist and naturally full with the tip of her small wet tongue so actively
seeking internal pleasures.
Her face, her heavenly soft and lovely face, free of
age lines or crow feet around her eyes as she must not have been a day over
thirty years old. But what got Carl’s attention most what her confident gaunt,
a haunted quality that prompted the mind to never forget seeing her walk that
was uniquely contained and pleasurable to watch. Lastly, her honey smell enticed
him to look into her eyes, bright expressive brown eyes but when it rained, it
was her breasts that caught his eyes.
It was time to get serious about the situation they
were in and how to manage it more closely as they saw no hope to ever escape
this torrential rainfall that had trapped them somewhat on this man-made
mountain and now dealing with a relationship that had become a little more complicated
than it was once before.
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