Steel was amazed at how watching Roshumba from behind could be so stimulating to his secret inner tit man, yet there was no mistaking the lurching outward sway of her bosom as seen from behind as it cheerfully waggled left, then right, then back again. What a woman! If it wasn't for the problem of having to get away from two crazies as fast as possible, he would definitely have wanted to strike up a relationship.
Roshumba stopped at the end of a corridor with a clearly marked EXIT with cautionary yellow and black striping. She turned to him and frown. "Are you sure you're going to be all right like that?"
She had a point -- a makeshift toga from bedsheets was an odd sort of suit. "Listen, if someone could lend me bus fare, I'm sure I'll be all right."
"I can do that." She hefted a considerable ring of keys. "You know what, I've never had to try this door before. This may take a while."
"Go right ahead."
Steel gulped as Roshumba tried one key, then strained and shook to try to make it work. There was something downright sexual about her hard little grunts of "Ih! Uh!" Plus, her bosom seemed to be some sort of giant pair of perpetual motion puddings. Didn't they ever stop jiggling so damn much!? Steel wondered. Between the "Ih!" and the "Uh!" and all that wobbling womanflesh, attached to as hawt a woman as Roshumba, Steel could feel his libido quietly going berserk.
"A shame you're in such a hurry -- what were you in for, anyway?"
"You mean, Dr. Luckey never told you?"
"A lot goes on around here, and I'm not top brass."
"So, I'm a total stranger to you?"
"Sure are -- seems a shame I only get to meet you while seeing you out -- Oh!" She perked up. "It all comes back to me now -- I know which key it's supposed to be -- wait a minute -- this is the one."
"I'm so happy, Roshumba."
"Damn," she said. "DAMN. Oh ... my ... GOD. You sure ARE happy!"
I can't believe this, Steel thought. Right after two women!?
But it was true. His erection was rising back to fully life, stabbing and straining against his bedsheet toga ... |