I quickly dumped out the pack full of the stuff Jessie had brought back. It was impressive what she had managed to scavenge for us. I didn't pay too much attention yet to everything as I wanted to get her to the swimming hole and back before dark.
Jessie threw everything she needed into the empty backpack, and we headed out the door. For once, she didn't question me. It was odd, but she didn't. We took our weapons with us as I guided her through the woods to the next best thing to a bathtub.
We followed the narrow overgrown path with me in the lead. My eyes and ears as alert as ever to any type of danger, but I didn't sense anything around. I knew we were pretty far into whatever forest area this was. Growing up in Northern Georgia I was used to this. Having just the trees and the birds for company is how I spent much of my time as a kid. After my mom died in that fire, my old man moved us to some old cabin in the woods. Some days I made it to school and some I didn't. School never meant much to me. The woods were where I learned to hunt at an early age. Hunting brought food to the table. All too often my old man drank his paycheck and taking down a deer, or even just a squirrel was how I was able to eat.
I hated when those memories came back. Luckily we were almost there, and I could concentrate on finding the fork in the trail that would take us to the swimming hole. Found it about fifty feet later.
Together we both stood on the stone ledge at the edge of the sparkling water. Jessie's eyes were full of excitement. "I haven't been thoroughly clean in months. This is going to be great! But..." She didn't finish, but I knew what she was asking.
"Don't worry," I told her. "I'll give you all the privacy that you need, but I am not leaving. I'll keep an eye out for walkers or anything else. So you'll be safe." I'd give my life to protect her from harm, but would she be safe from me? Knowing that she would be naked and that close to me would be awfully tempting. I was going to try my best not to peek, but who the fuck was I kidding. If I found the chance to, I damn well will. I shouldn't, but I would. Why? I'm an asshole guy, that's why.
"Thank you, Daryl."
Great, she's thanking me for lying to her.
I nodded at her and walked away. I found a place by a big rock that shielded me from her, but still gave me a good view of the area. This was off a narrow path with pretty dense growth on both sides, so I doubted anyone would come through that way. The trail was the best option.
It was quiet for a few minutes until I heard a splash, then another. God damn, she was probably naked in that water. And there it went. My dick went rock hard imagining what she looked like bare-assed naked in that cold, clear water. I counted to twenty trying to convince myself not to look, but it didn't last. It was sad that I had no willpower where she was concerned. I never did this to Carol, Maggie or any of the other girls in our group.
I was such a perv, but I needed once glance, just one quick look to satisfy my aching cock.
I knew I could be unusually quiet so there was very little chance that she would hear me move closer so I could see. I double checked that no one alive or dead was coming before I took a few steps back to look around the boulder I was standing behind. There she was standing in waist deep water with her bare back to me. She was washing her hair. She never wore it down and loose the way it was now, and I wanted to see that. So damn badly.
Jessie let go of her soapy hair and slid down under the water. She was down for fairly long before she surfaced. Her long black hair flowed down her wet bareback and floated behind her. She looked like a fuckin' mermaid with all that hair.
Now she started scrubbing her arms and shoulders, and in doing so, she twisted sideways so I could see her better. I no longer saw her just her back. Jessie would be able to see me if she looked this way, but she was intent on scrubbing the dirt and blood off of her. I got my first full view of her tits. And yeah, I hadn't seen any in a really long time, but these were in-fucking-credible. They would overflow in my hand perfectly. The cold water had her nipples sticking out. And they weren't the only thing that had gotten hard.
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Angel
RomanceDaryl Dixon is completely on his own. After the Saviors burn down Alexandria, he thinks that he is the only survivor. Living without the group that he has come to love, has left him as nothing more than a shell of the man he used to be. One day aft...