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Unwind
By: Wicked Sin
A
twenty-one year old Vincent Valentine was sent off alone
to do a surveillance job at Cosmo Canyon, as a favor
for an old friend of the president. The job was easy and pretty straight forward. He was to take a closer eye on the only
goddaughter of President Shinra and make sure no harm came upon her as she
enjoyed her vacation at the secluded beach resort.
Her
profile stated that her name was Tifa Lockhart. A nineteen
year old college student, aspiring to be a designer, and that she came
from a well-to-do family. In
short, a brat. Vincent gave a derisive snort as he read her file,
but was slightly surprised when he caught sight of the photo attached to the
folder. On it showed a young woman with deep brown-red eyes, long lashes,
luscious pouty lips that gave her a sultry look, and a prominent cheek bones.
This is interesting. He
thought, as President Shinra rumbled on about how precious his
grandchild and how proud he was of her. But of
course, Vincent never heard any this, for he was too busy examining the picture
of Tifa in his hand.
Yes,
according to his book, she passed as being pretty. Almost
beautiful perhaps. And Vincent was not the type
who was easily impressed. Maybe that was the main reason why he was still
single. Even though he was constantly flocked by rabid fangirls and has dated
quite a few of them, Vincent never really committed himself on any girl. To him, that would only prove to be a waste of time. He was so focused on becoming a great and respectable Turk,
even though at his young age, he was already considered one of the best in the field.
Vincent
travelled for two days straight for this mission, and was determined to arrive
at his destined location before Tifa and her friends got there. He was to go
about and do some reconoitering—to see if he could spot for any potential
threat to his subject. He also needed a good spot, preferably on high ground, where
he could lurk in the shadows but still able to have a full visual access on
what was going on the beach house. He brought five pieces with him, along with
his favorite rifle, an MK23
SOCOM Airsoft Guns w/Laser Scope. He much rather use a gun than knives if he
had to. Knives were a little too intimate for his taste.
Dusk came and still there
was no sign of the girl. He got up from his makeshift bed to pour
himself his third cup of coffee. It would have been nice to have some cream and
sugar to go along with it, but guess he really didn’t have much of a
choice at the moment. This was getting boring and depressing, not unlike his bunk
bed back in the barracks, and Vincent was not particularly friendly with the
mosquitoes either. God, why did he always got these
lousy missions in the first place. Taking his steaming mug of coffee, he made
his way through his post on the large boulder, beside his MK23, and out into
setting sun. It was going to be a beautiful night, he thought, as he looked up
at the darkening sky.
Leaning
against the tree he looked down over the house. It was
getting dark, and he started to wonder that maybe she changed her mind. And that was when he
saw an SUV roaring towards the house with dust settling along its wake. Funny,
he thought later, she was said to bring along a bunch of her friends with her, but
it was only her who came out of the van and was now
starting to enter the house carrying what looked like a designer’s duffel bag
on her right shoulder.
Four
hours later, the door to the veranda slid open, and Vincent found himself staring
intently at the beautiful figure. Long dark hair blew freely in the breeze as
the young woman stood and seemed to be greeting the full moon above the night
sky. He took his rifle looked over at his scope to get a clearer view of her. His
eyes scanned down her body, appreciative of what he saw. Long, shapely tanned
legs that met up with black shorts, her white cropped tee shirt showing off her
flat stomach and very round, firm looking breasts.
Tifa, Vincent
whispered softly, unaware that he did so.
As
she removed her shorts and tee shirt, he felt his cock begin to stir in his
pants. Down boy, I don't
think we're invited. Her body was even nicer than he had imagined before,
beautiful large breasts not hidden very well beneath the tiny black bikini top.
The curve of her hips, the small panties of her bikini, those long legs that
seemed to go on for miles, the total picture was enough to make one stop and
stare.
He
watched as she sat down and began spreading lotion on herself, her long fingers
moving quickly across her skin, not missing a spot. Oh to be those hands, Vincent thought, bringing his scope closer to
his eye to refocus. He watched with amusement and curiosity, feeling like a
peeping Tom but not really caring much.
It
was his assignment after all: To take a closer eye on her. And
that's exactly what he was doing. As for any threat sorrounding his subject,
well, only his thoughts—but, he
reasoned, only if I let it. But no worries, it was not his style to go shag a total
stranger. And Tifa was a stranger to him. No, she’s not. She’s your assignment, dingbat. He silently kicked
himself.
Taking
a gulp, he was feeling a little thirsty all of the sudden, and he almost choked
on his spit when her thumbs started moving against the crotch of her bikini
bottoms. He wanted to get closer and figured there were only two ways that he
possibly could. One, which was way out of the question, was to just go over
there and perch himself on her balcony and tell her to carry on, pretend I'm
not here, and number two was—well, there was no number two. He was already using
the scope of his rifle to get a closer look at her, and thank god, it has night
vision.
His
hardening cock took over his brain and caught his breath. Damn, she was
beautiful. She was all shiny from the lotion and her lips where slightly parted
and oh mercy, her fingers were moving faster against the crotch of those
panties. She was reaching behind her and, oh yes, removing the bikini top. Good choice. His attention was completely on her large breasts
and by the looks of things, so was her. Fingers pulling at her nipples, as her
breasts became wet with the lotion. God, he could almost smell it and even
better, he could almost taste it.
Steadying
the rifle on its stand with one hand and watching her pull and squeeze at her
tits, his other hand moved down and unbuttoned his pants
and released the zipper. Tugging down his boxers, he found some relief as his
hand started to slowly stroke his semi-erect cock. As
Vincent watched her pulling on her long nipples, he himself
pulling on his cock, matching her strokes.
There
goes her hand, moving down to her pussy. Yes baby, you should remove that too.
When she pulled the panties up between her pussy lips and started to hump the
material, he started stroking faster, his hand sliding down to squeeze his
balls between strokes. He moved his focus briefly to her face. Her lips parted
more, her tongue running across them as she pulled the material harder between
her lips. He could only imagine what that must have been doing to her clit. It
was probably swelling under the white material, mixing with the cream from her
pussy as she slid the material up and down.
He
wasn't surprised when she removed the bottoms, but was
pleasantly surprised to see that she shaved her pussy. Fingers suddenly invaded
two wet, pouty pussy lips. Fingers pushing and rubbing, slowly
being inserted into her wet cunt and moving in and out. His hand moved
faster over his cock, twisting slightly as he felt it lurch in his hand, precum
collecting at the tip which he wiped off with his
thumb, smearing it across his shaft.
He
licked his lips as he continued to watch her fuck herself with her long
fingers. One then two fingers, slowly pumping in and out of
her gorgeous pink pussy. Oh now there we go,
one hand working her pussy and the other on her breast, pulling it upwards, and
oh God, she's taking her nipple into her mouth.
Vincent
briefly wondered what Tifa was thinking. Who is she making love
to?
Her
tongue flicked at her nipple and then it disappeared into her mouth. His
strokes became shorter and faster his cock throbbing in his hand. Oh man! Legs going over the armrests and there it is; the
power of a woman; the thing men crave; a beautiful, wet, swollen and in this
case, shaved pussy.
That's it honey, add that third
finger. Oh she looks like that feels even better,
three fingers and a hot mouth on her nipple. He watched her fuck herself harder
with her fingers, his hand matching her stroke for stroke, his cock going
deeper and deeper into her pussy, holding off before he filled it.
Wait. What a time to get
thirsty! Don't reach for that glass. Wait. Is that an
ice cube?
Vincent
focused in on what was between her fingertips. Yes, an ice
cube. It's melting and running down her breasts
as she rubs it against her hard nipples. Oh,
to be that cube. He slowed down his strokes, gently rubbing his cock, his
balls feeling tighter, ready to explode at any moment. Be patient, he hissed, let's hold off and cum
together.
As
he watched Tifa shove the ice cube into her pussy, he didn't
think he'd be able to wait for her to cum. Her movements became jerky, as did
his. He watched as her thighs tightened around her hand and the look on her
face told him it was time. Watching her face - her loud moans ringing through
his ears finished it for him. Vincent closed his eyes for a brief second and
then started to cum all over the large boulder. He watched her cum, still
cumming himself, his legs shaky and his heart beating fast.
It
must have been good for her too, he thought, watching Tifa drop back onto the
lounge chair and start sucking on her fingers. He wanted to yell, save some for me, but thought that might
be inappropriate, since he was supposed to be her shadown bodyguard. Looking
down, he felt a little foolish, his blue pant suit down around his ankles but
he really didn't care. That was the best sex he'd had in a long time, with or without a partner. He
leaned down and pulled up his pants, looking over at her as he did up the
zipper. She was looking in his direction, and was showing him something.
Vincent quickly looked at his rifle scope, and a loud
chuckle escaped his lips.
Tifa
was giving him a finger.
So the brat knew all along that she
was being watched after all. Of course, you idiot, didn’t President Shinra mentioned something about
his godchild not liking it when when her
father send out a bodyguard to watch over her? But Vincent
was too busy at the time looking at her picture to really hear what the old man
was saying.
Now, if only it wouldn’t be too much trouble to ask her if I could use her
bathroom to shower…
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