Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... long, short hill that served as a backstop for the archery range where she and Joon had spent hundreds of hours together.

Agatha received no instructions from air traffic control because they were completely unaware of her existence. The corvette was one of the smaller FTL capable ships, which meant it was quite spry in atmosphere.

Agatha flew the corvette at subsonic speeds just above treetop level; coming in from the east where there was only wilderness for hundreds of miles. The hull was a charcoal grey with no flashing or insignia. She set the corvette down right where Max wanted her to.

Max engaged her nanoweave and dropped out of the breaching boom airlock. She rolled as she landed and scurried right up to the crest of the hill, then dropped and froze. Listening and slowly scanning the archery range, she saw no movement...nothing out of place.

Slowly she crept to an old familiar spot.

Max settled in, not making a move or a sound.

An hour or so later the forest resumed its natural sounds and activity.

Max's com crackled softly, "Vehicle approaching from Northwest." Agatha quietly reported in Max's ear.

Max watched and waited, then she saw a familiar unremarkable, older-model, dark-green, mid-sized, utility hover car.

Her heart sang.

She increased the magnification of her HUD zooming in on the cabin of the vehicle. She could just make out the French braid Joon had her hair up in.

Max's heart was pounding in her chest.

Her com crackled ...

... again, "Take it easy Max, I can feel you from here." Max silently thanked Ags for the steadying hand.

Joon parked her old hover car, and slowly looked around. She scrutinized the facility, looking for any tale tell signs that this was any kind of ambush. She knew if Max was nearby, she would wait until she thought it safe to approach and not before. Joon slipped the shoulder strap of her 'purse' over her head and got out wearing faded denims and one of Max's old BDU jackets. She slowly walked across the marginally maintained parking lot. The sheltered range was rarely used during the work week.

Joon looked at the old picnic tables and benches with a heartfelt nostalgia. She'd spent almost as many hours out here as Max; playing her guitar as Max hammered wooden shafts into defenseless paper targets. She thought about the soft, quiet, secret place up on the low ridge that she and Max frequented on amorous trysts. Then it dawned on her, Max must be there now.

Joon had worn her most practical footwear, a pair of sturdy hiking boots she had bought a decade ago, so she walked down to the last forty-yard target lane...it was Max's favorite.

She slowly made her way downrange along the overgrown path to a target and she then went around the back of the target and started a slow climb up the incline of the ridge.

It was slow going; but Joon just had a feeling.

Max just watched as Jooniper slowly worked her way up the ridge and when she reached the top she went right to ...