“Lady, what the hell are you planning?” What he saw amazed him. It didn’t take long for him to realize what he was looking at. “Holy shit, I figured you were putting together some science program or experiment in self-sustaining life, that it was some government experiment.” He shook his head with the realization. “But you’re turning an old Atlas E missile site into what you call your homestead? No government is going to fund you.” He paused and looked at the drawings again. “A missile silo, I’ll be dammed. I admit I never thought in this direction.” He didn’t resist looking at her, directly at her. This seemingly normal woman was one of those doomsday preppers. “Holy fuck,” he whispered, shaking his head. This was not an option he’d thought of since this whole process started.
“Now are you beginning to understand my obsession with security? Nothing is truly private. Once a secret is told or learned, it’s never a secret again. I need to combat that as much as possible.”
He took a few minutes to study the plans, buying time to comprehend her outlook. She continued before he could completely wrap his mind around her perspective.
“It’s the perfect situation for me. Besides the extra boundary lands, I’ve purchased farmland. The site backs up to a decommissioned military base. It’s still being monitored with a skeleton crew. They know about our ‘organic farming experiments’ and that’s all. If there is a problem, they still have their own bunker and supplies. They won’t be an issue for us.”
“Veronica, you want to turn a silo into a home? What are you, some kind of crazy prepper waiting for doomsday to arrive? Didn’t we pass all that twenty twelve Mayan crap?”
“Just because we passed a date on a calendar doesn’t mean we’re not in for hard times. I believe in being prepared.”
Mac understood in that second she was totally serious. He leaned over the table and started scanning the plans. “What’s your plan?” She deserved his courtesy until he heard her ideas. Then he’d decide if she was just a bit strange or off-kilter or if she was a total loon.
“This was a coffin-style structure. My research determined these are the easiest to retrofit, which is part of what you’ll be overseeing. I don’t need you to be a mechanic or engineer. I need you to keep the security aspect of the project moving. We’ve got useful access to an underground water supply and redundant electrical systems. We have solar and wind supplies if necessary. I have fifteen thousand square feet of hardened underground floor space and all the plans for using it.”
“Okay, I see your premise, but I have to wonder if you’ve thought this through. Just let me ask my questions, and this will all go a lot quicker.” He put his mug aside. “Being connected to the main electrical grid is great, but…”
“I’ve already installed the solar panels and all the battery collection systems to store the power. Any power we don’t use is sold back to the power company. We also have wind turbines collecting energy. As to water, I understand my underground system is only good if there aren’t chemical situations. We’re testing different types of water filters just in case they’re needed.”
“If you think the world is going to end with some kind of catastrophe or dirty bomb, even your solar power won’t work.”
“I know, but the underground water supply has a moving current. I’ll be able to capture and store energy from that, too.” She walked to the sink and put her mug down. “I understand security is my first priority if there is a social breakdown. You need to accept that, too, in order to complete your assignment.”
“What kind of disaster are you preparing for?”’
“All of them. From tornados to earthquakes. The electrical grid in the country is older than dirt and will eventually suffer some sort of a cascade power failure, whether it’s man-made or accidental. Then there are dirty bombs. If there is any kind of chemical situation, we’ll be prepared for that, too. Any kind of airborne virus situation won’t be a problem.” She paused and drew a breath. “The only thing I can’t predict is a man-made disaster, the kind where some asshole pushes the wrong button for the wrong reason.” She paused and added with a slight smile, “You never know how long it will take for the ice shelves to melt and flood the coasts. Excessive rainstorms can bring landslides and open unknown sinkholes. A single meteor or asteroid out of orbit could end civilization as we accept it. Or they could knock the moon out of its orbit, and that would end life as we know it.”
“Christ, how do you sleep at night with all this running around in your mind?”
“I sleep. I’ve found feeling I’m prepared allows me to sleep. Especially when I start thinking about all the rest of the crazy situations that can happen.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask.”
“You won’t hurt me,” she told him and used her own fingers to press his harder. From that moment on, he let her take control. Mainly because she was on top and doing the most amazing things to his body with her pussy. She’d clench him tight and then lift slightly. “Pinch my nipples,” she whispered, and when he did, her inner muscles clamped around him. He could feel her body react, feel her pussy all but milking his cum from him as her body pulsed around his erection.
Mac wanted to make it last longer, but Veronica wouldn’t let him, clasping him internally tighter. He let go and came, his hips jutting upward as she ground down against him. He was breathless, his fingers pinching her nipples as she took a few more short strokes before she let out a deep breath.
He lightened his hold but didn’t let go. Instead, he used his weight to roll her under him. This time she let him. He paused only to kick off his shoes and pants before coming to rest over her, his lips attached to her nipple. He sucked one and pinched the other. Her groans told him he was doing something right, but he paused to catch his breath.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare,” she spat at him, a slight look of panic on her features. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.” She began writhing under him. When he had his breath back, he slid down her body, pausing to kiss and nip at her waist and hip bone.
Then he found his prize, her perfect pussy lips all puffy and slick from her orgasm. He refused to rush, lapping at her cum, tasting her so he’d never forget this moment. He thrust his tongue inside her and then took long licks along her lips. When he slipped his index finger inside her, she groaned with approval.
“Use another,” she told him with an authoritative air and shifted her hips to give him better access. She wasn’t self-conscious at all, he decided. She was just there to enjoy the ride. She took what he gave and pushed for more. He glanced up at her as he pulled his finger out and pushed two back in, hoping that was truly what she wanted. She grasped her own breasts and began to pinch her nipples.
“Oh, babe, keep doing that. You’re making my cock hard. Pinch them harder. Let me feel your pussy pull my fingers.”
“Not until you fuck me,” she said, reaching to the table. She tossed a new condom toward him and went back to pulling on her nipples.
Mac made short work of pulling off the used condom and rolling on the new one. He took a few more passes at her pussy with his tongue and reluctantly kneeled on the bed between her legs. She pulled them wide to the side, leaving herself spread open to him.
“Don’t be gentle. Fuck me until I come.” Her tone was an order, not a request.
They didn’t talk again, only glanced at each other when he thrust inside her. She absorbed his cock and pushed back against him for more. Mac was no virgin, but Veronica was a woman like none he’d met before. She paused and lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders and repositioned her butt so he was deeper inside her, deeper than he thought possible. He was close to coming and trying to hold back. Then she did the one thing he hadn’t expected.
Veronica dropped one hand to her pussy and started stroking her clit and his cock at the same time. Through gritted teeth he told her, “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”