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The hike back to Sanctuary was uneventful. Crossing the wooden bridge reminded Juan ... again ... that he really should look into replacing the damaged section in the middle. It left about two thirds of the bridge as usable, but would certainly cause problems before too long, especially if more people start making use of it again.
The sun was set when he got back. He set the armour up in the armour tree and did a quick maintenance cleaning. His time in the military had thoroughly drilled into him the necessity of maintaining his weapon systems, and the armour in this world could easily mean the difference between life and death.
Once Juan was sure that it was finished, he turned his attention to the other most important thing ... getting laid. The pressure in his balls was getting pretty demanding. He took a stroll around the small settlement, there was some repairs finished on the buildings that they were using for shelter, but there was still so much to do.
His walk did not find Marcy. She was a little crazy, but seemed to like what he did, and she could take a lot too. He did see Jun, and gave some thought to taking him off somewhere a little private. But Jun was just sitting under the tree in the little cul-de-sac space, looking forward at nothing and talking to himself. That man had a lot of demons, not something Juan wanted to mess with ... Jun had been through enough.
A few more minutes of searching, and a lucky comment made by Mama Murphy about seeing Marcy heading toward his original house, had Juan moving that way. The big windows had been broken long ago so they were mainly boarded up, not allowing much of a glimpse inside.
Juan stepped through the front door, looking for candlelight to show where she might be, as no one was in the front room space. He stopped just inside the door to listen. He could hear sounds coming from down the hall to his left. If Marcy was here, she wasn’t alone.
Juan moved carefully down the hall, the sounds becoming clearer as he moved. He recognized the sounds of someone getting fucked. Looks like someone else might have managed to get to Marcy first. Juan moved slowly, making sure to make as little noise as he could. He stopped at the open doorway and peeped inside the front room, what had once been the master bedroom for him and his wife.
There were a couple of candles lit, lighting up the room more than enough to make out the forms of the 2 people on the bed. It was Sturgess this time. Juan was impressed with the shape he was in. Sturgess had a muscular ass and a well defined back. His muscles stood out as he flexed to fuck Marcy. Her legs were spread to either side of his, her knees bent and canted to the sides, making access for him, very easy.
The slight candlelight still provided enough illumination to see that his skin was mainly white, obviously not getting much sunlight. The marks around his arms standing out, the tanned sections contrasting strongly against the paler skin. His skin had a sheen of sweat, looks like the two of them have been fucking for a little while now.
Sturgess had Marcy below him, he was slowly fucking her, holding his thrusts when he was buried inside, and grinding against her. Juan could see that Sturgess had Marcy’s hands held above her head, while he seemed to be whispering something to her.
Juan couldn’t make out what he was saying, but could just make out his voice over the sounds of his fucking. Marcy was not fighting him, her body completely relaxed below him. Juan could just make out the soft sounds she was making, not words, just guttural expressions of her pleasure.
As he watched, Juan could tell that Sturgess would occasionally nibble on her ears, her head lolling to the side while he tasted her. Her fingers were occasionally flexing, making fists as she moved against his grip. It did not look like she was seriously trying to get free so much as just straining against him was making her feel good.
Juan was mesmerized, watching Sturgess muscular ass clench and move, first pulling his cock out, then reversing and slowly sliding it back in. Then his hips would shift, side to side, rubbing the base of his cock against her pussy and clit. Never quickly, never changing pace. Occasionally Juan could make out a shiver, or thrust by Marcy, trying to drive her hips up to keep him in, or to meet an oncoming thrust.
Sturgess definitely had skills, Juan watched for a few minutes and he never showed any signs of stopping or of getting close to coming. Juan understood that Sturgess was going for distance and that any chance to spend time with Marcy was not happening tonight.
With a last look at the toned ass of Sturgess’, something Juan decided might be worth spending some time with when he gets the chance. He made his way back out of the house, and over to the area that had been set up to prepare food. At least he could get something to eat before crashing. He considered jerking off a few times to take off the pressure, but that was likely to just make him hornier.
A sponge bath with cold water helped calm him down enough to get to sleep. The morning light was shaded with some fairly heavy clouds coming out of the North West. Juan got up and headed to get something to eat.
He found Sturgess already there, his usual overalls his only protection against the rain that seemed to be coming.
“Morning! I didn’t hear you get back last night. I hope the trip was useful.” Sturgess sounded very cheery, not what Juan wanted this early.
“Yeah, I was able to set up another settlement a ways to the West from here. They should have a good chance to take off. I will swing by again in a few days to check on them and to make a few more improvements, once I get some more material for it.”
“Well, that is alright. You and Preston are really making an effort to get the Minutemen back up and going. I expect that the way you guys are going, that is inevitable, and that would be a good thing. I would enjoy sitting around and chatting but there are still too many things for me to do here. See y’all later.”
Sturgess got up and headed off, already fingering the hammer he kept in the belt loop seemingly at all times. Juan swore that that guy must think that hammering is the first step in every repair job. But that kind of habit will do a lot to get this place up and running.
Juan did a cursory walk around the settlement, seeing a lot of the improvements that have been made by the few people here now. But his need to fuck was becoming a lot more demanding, and he decided to get out of there for a while. If he was lucky, he would trip across some bandits or something else to vent some of his frustration on. The violence would help and could allay a lot of his tensions for a while.
Juan headed south, wanting to expand his familiarity with the roads. He already knew that banditry was frequent and aggressive. It seemed that any intersection on the roads could be cleared of a barricade and not a week later, another group would have set up, trying to extort traders and travelers.
The day started nice, but a mid-morning thunderstorm refreshed the mud and cranked up the humidity. On the plus side, the over-sized mosquitoes meant there were less of them. Granted one could drain a few people now, but that was the point for carrying the shotgun.
He exited Concorde, not seeing anyone other than the roving trader that had shown up in Sanctuary recently. Heading south, he realized he was going down the 2a toward Lexington. He remembered driving this road a number of times, just him and Nora. Better days.
When he got out of the military, they drove back up this road, taking the scenic route home. There had been a diner along the way that had a great view of a green space, they had stopped there for lunch. He wondered what happened to it.
Well ... that was messy.
He found the diner, now turned trading post. There were a couple of people outside threatening violence against the ones that had set up the trading post. When he got noticed, the ones outside had pointed their guns his way ... and it just went downhill from there.
The woman running the trading post was almost cheery at seeing the guy dead. Her name is Trudy, running this trading post with her son, Patrick. Patrick had that slightly effeminate look happening, Juan was giving him a considering look as he looked over the trading post, wondering if there was a price for him too.
Juan decided that Patrick looked tempting, but the rampant withdrawal symptoms he was showing was a definite put off. Violence could distract him from the urge to fuck, but once it was over, the drop in adrenaline just seemed to make the lust that much stronger.
Trudy was an older woman, her hair having a majority of gray in it. But she certainly seemed fit, and Juan was wondering if she might be willing to show her gratitude for his timely intervention. He had taken a look through her stock, never know what you will find. There were some useful things there, and she had been very friendly with him while he was browsing.
Juan moved over to one side and exited the power armour. He was not going to leave it outside while he was in the trading post. He had found that the vault suit was not as comfortable to wear inside the power armour as he had thought it would be. Thankfully he had found a set of military fatigues, and they were definitely a better fit for the armour.
Juan took a deep breath after getting out, taking a good stretch, reaching his hands up over his head and rolling his shoulders. He walked up to Trudy, giving her a pleasant smile, looking happy to be out of the armour.
“That has an air filtration system, but sometimes I just need to get out of it.”
Juan opened a large pouch strapped to the side of the ammo box for the Gatling, and took out 2 Gwinnett lagers, and offered one to Trudy. She gave him a puzzled look, but after a couple of seconds, held her hand out to accept his offer.
“Thanks, not too many that want to share these,” she said as she opened the bottle and took a healthy sip
“Well, I got these for free from some raiders and am happy to share. I expect that chances are I will get more opportunities to find more.” Juan replied, giving her a wry smile.
“Do you make a habit of wandering into raider camps?” she had a look of mild surprise.
“Well, since Preston Garvey and I have decided to restart the Minutemen, that means giving help when people ask for it, and most times that means I will be visiting raider camps.” Juan said.
“Are you being serious?” Trudy couldn’t keep the doubt out of her question. “After Quincy, not a lot of people put much faith in the Minutemen.”
“I know that it won’t be easy, but it is the best option for everyone if we can make it work. We have had some success, I cleared the raiders that were in the car factory in Lexington. They had been threatening a small farm up Ten Pines Bluff way, and the farmers had asked for help. They have agreed to sign on with us. The Abernathy farm has joined us, and I helped set up another spot over by the dam.”
“Did you say you took out the gang that was in the big building south of Lexington?”
“Yeah, that would have been about a week ago.”
“Well, that is good news. That should mean a bit more traffic up this way from caravans and traders.” Trudy took a big swallow of the beer, her smile growing.
“I know that someone else will just move into it eventually, too good a spot to ignore for the bastards that want to do that. I will be keeping an eye on it, and when I see another group parked there, I will go through it again. If you hear anything, I would appreciate it if you got word up to Sanctuary about it. For now, that is where we are operating from.”
“Sanctuary? That sounds familiar ... oh yeah, Carla had mentioned a new outpost, just north of Concord I believe. Is that you guys?”
“That would be us. A few survivors of the Quincy attack, Preston and I for now, but we are reinforcing it and setting up space for more. I expect we will put up a beacon pretty soon, looking for people interested in settling there. Feel free to send anyone you think might consider it there.”
Juan had been chatting with Trudy while standing against the counter on the opposite side of her. While talking he had been watching her eyes, and it wasn’t more than a minute before he saw the reaction he had been looking for. Both of her pupils started dilating. Within seconds he noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples were making noticeable points through her shirt.
Juan had known that if he kept chatting with her for long enough while standing relatively close, his pheromones would have to start affecting her ... and he seriously needed a fuck. She had looked a little older, but her nipples showing through the shirt certainly gave an argument to their still being pretty perky.
“I hope you don’t mind my asking, but how old were you when you had Patrick? He looks to be at least 18 years old now, but I just can’t see you as being near forty.” Juan asked.
“Hah! I got pregnant with him when I was 15. His father did not stick around after he was born, and I have been raising him on my own. He turned 24 this year. Does that satisfy your curiosity?”
“I imagine that was a challenge, especially with only the 2 of you to run this trading post.” Juan replied.
“Patrick helps with this place and we make do. I am grateful for the help you gave us. I will make sure to give you the best prices I can when you buy anything here ... anything at all.”
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