Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2012 07:07:14 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Cronos. Part Seven.

        This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

        Part Seven

  The slight hum and tremor lasted about a second and they then went down
and out for this measuring.

     It was near enough to one thousand yards. He did his calculations as
they walked back and entered the craft.

     `Beam me up Scotty,' he joked to Audrey, `and set us down on the grid
with our dead friend.' This she did and when they'd settled down, they went
up to the dome just to make sure it was there.

     `I wish we had a table here,' Brendan said when they were back in the
map room. `It's damn difficult to keep writing on my lap. Right, as far as
I can make out, each grid is about nine hundred yards squared. That would
make this whole area just over three miles making the whole thing covering
about twenty seven and a half miles in total. That would be the size of
that one grid on the upper screen. So,' and he began doing some more sums
for a moment or two, `if that screen also has thirty six squares it would
be a total of just under twenty thousand and eight hundred square miles.'

     `That's big,' Audrey said.

     `Not really. From one side to the other would only be one hundred and
sixty five miles across so we are really only looking at just a fragment of
Argentina.'

     `Well I'm not walking across that today,' said Audrey. `I've had
enough walking and I'm tired. Let's call it a day for now. There's not a
lot of food left and we've still got dinner at the camp to eat.'

     `Okay,' he said, `but make sure we leave all our notes here so that
they don't disappear.' With that, they gathered up their waste paper,
blanket and empty water bottles in the baskets and went and stood in the
central part for their descent to the lower level. With the dimension of
this well being only four foot across and with what they were carrying,
they squeezed themselves together to go down. She smiled up at him as she
pressed the front of her body against his.

     `I like this kind of lift,' she said as they descended.

     `Elevator,' he corrected her.

     `In English it's a lift.'

     `Lift is to raise something, and elevator goes up and down,' he said.

     `I know something else that goes up and down,' she said with a smile
as she kissed his chin.

     `Minx,' he laughed as they reached the bottom. `Time for the helmets
and back to the land of the living.'

     `And dead. We've still got that Brontosaurus to finish yet.'

     `Do you know,' he said as she put her helmet on, `this is the first
time I've wanted a dig to finish so that we can do some more exploring in
the time ship.'

     `Me too when I found out what the helmet was,' she replied, leading
the way out and onto the flat ground and lifted her visor. With her
disappearing from his sight he lifted his.

     `Don't do that without saying something,' he protested. `It made me
jump when you suddenly vanished.'

     `Sorry,' she grinned, turning to him. `I wanted to see if the others
were still working, and they are.'

     `What time is it?' he asked and she looked at her watch.

     `Three thirty. A bit early to go back from a picnic. We've only been
away two hours at the most. What can we do to fill in the time?'

     `Well let's move further away where they can't see us and I'll tell
you,' he grinned and she grinned back at him and they moved away from the
camp. Only about two hundred yards before sinking down onto the sparse
grass and spreading out the blanket that Brendan carried. Here they took
off their clothes and stretched out so that their naked bodies could rub
together. Audrey delighting in feeling his hard erection moving up against
her stomach and so rolled over onto her back and opened her legs and
welcomed him inside.

     Brendan smiled at the warmth of not only her inner self but that of
her smile and knew that she really did love him and it was with a pleasure
that he gave her pleasure in return with his moving himself in and out of
her till they both came to their mutual relief.

     He rolled off of her when he'd slipped out and lay on his back as she
rose up and moved round and took him into her mouth and sucked on him as
she licked him clean. She'd finished doing this and sat back up on her
heels, looking down at the naked body of the man she loved. Then a sudden
flash of light caught her eye and looked up and saw it again and knew that
it came from the camp.

     Oh shit, she said herself. Somebody's using a pair of binoculars. That
could only be Professor Martinez or his assistant, Manuel. Then she
remembered the soft hands of Manuel and his youth and wondered if he was
gay. If he was, that would mean that the professor was also gay and with
him having a young and rather good looking boy along, well, they probably
did what Brendan and she did, only using a different place to put their
pricks and she smiled as she looked down at Brendan's.

                                                            *

     Two hours later they roused themselves and made themselves presentable
and Audrey did not make any comment on those flashes that she saw or of her
thoughts.

     `We'll leave the big baskets and helmets here and you can come and
collect them when it's dark,' Audrey said. `I carried them full yesterday.'

     `This morning you mean,' he said. `Let's not start making mistakes in
front of them by getting our days confused.' They strolled hand in hand
back to the camp where work for the day had finished and parted at the
entrance to her tent. `I'll take the basket up to the mess, you go and have
your shower first.'

     Audrey handed over the basket and went into her tent and collected her
douche bag and shampoo and went off to the shower. She paid special
attention to the white bits that Brendan had kissed and after frolicking
naked in the sun with him knew for certain now that she was in love with
him, her earnest wish now was that he was in love with her. The cold water
helped cool down her desires as she washed herself.

     She'd taken a clean set of clothes with her and felt fresh and so
alive now and almost skipped her way back to her tent.

     `All yours now,' she sang out as she went into hers and heard an
inaudible reply that she took to be his assent. In her tent, she put a
little bit of make-up on using the small stand mirror and daubed some
perfume on in the right places and went up to the mess tent for a beer
before the dinner bell was sounded. He joined her twenty minutes later.

     `Why do the boys keep looking at me and smiling?' she whispered to him
after ten minutes, for as they had drifted into the mess tent, that's what
they had been doing.

     `Professor Martinez has already guessed about us and no doubt he has
mentioned it to Manuel. He in turn, will have told the others and so it is
now common knowledge,' he said.

     `What common knowledge?' she asked.

     `In your quaint English way, that we are an item,' he said with a
smile. `Look, we'd been out for a picnic and you are bouncing about like a
spring lamb, especially when you came out of the showers.'

     `You were watching me?'

     `Only to see when I could go there, besides,' and he dropped his
voice, `I would rather have been in there with you,' and he picked her hand
up and kissed it.

     `Stop it!' she hissed, `they're all looking at us,' her face going all
red.

     `I don't care for I love you,' he said now with a serious face.

     `You do?' she gasped, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.

     `Yes, and if it wasn't for the grinning cretins that surround us I
would be now going down onto one knee to ask you to marry me when we finish
the dig. Please say you will?' Not only was her heart pounding but the
blood was now racing round her system raising her pulse rate up to a very
high level. Her eyes came alight at the anxious look in his and she felt
that she was trembling all over and glad that she was sitting down for even
her knees now felt weak.

     `Oh Brendan yes,' she breathed out in one long drawn out sigh.

     His eyes came alive with joy and he pulled her into his arms and
kissed her. There then came clapping from the boys as they watched the two
of them in their embrace as they kissed.

     Brendan got up from the bench they were sitting on, `Cookie!' he cried
as he went over to the big ice box. `Glasses, pronto!' He delved inside and
brought out a large bottle of Champagne and began to tear off the foil as
he went back to the table as Cookie put a tray of glasses down. Martinez
and Manuel came into the mess tent just as Brendan got the wire off the
bottle and popped the cork. `Come take a glass,' he cried to them as he
began filling the glasses. `I brought some of this with us hoping for that
answer,' he said to Audrey. He passed round a glass to all inside the tent
and finally gave one to Audrey and picked up the last one for himself.

     `Gentlemen! I ask you to drink a toast to Audrey who has just
consented to be my wife!' and he raised his glass, Audrey raising hers to
try and cover her bright red face. Though he had spoken in English, it was
known the gist of what he had said and they all raised their glasses crying
out Salud. He then went and kissed her again and she began to cry.

     `Why the tears darling?' he cried.

     `I'm so happy,' she wailed and it made everyone laugh when it was
translated.

     Martinez was quick to come over and give the bride to be a kiss and
Manuel shyly gave her a peck on the cheek.

     `Felicidades! Senorita,' he stammered, backing away at his temerity in
actual kissing the girl and going back to take the hand of Martinez. Audrey
noted this and gave an inward smile and knew now, as she had guessed
earlier, that they were indeed gay and probably fucked each other every
night in one tent or the other.

        Not only was one bottle of champagne opened, but six that evening,
the last two being drunk round the fire after dinner by the four of them in
their low chairs.

     `If only I were twenty years younger,' Martinez slurred, not for the
first time. `I would have given you a run for your money,' he said to
Brendan in his halting English. `But now I have to give way to the younger
people,' and he patted the hand of Manuel.

     `I will go to my bed now to leave you two to enjoy this night, the
fire, the stars and of being in love. Salud!' and he finished his glass and
got up saying something in Spanish to Manuel who quickly finished his glass
and gave a little wave as he and Martinez left the camp fire to disappear
in the gloom.

     `He's pissed,' Audrey said when they were alone.

     `I'm drunk too. Drunk with the sight of you filling my eyes with your
beauty. Drunk with happiness that you have agreed to marry me. Drunk
with...'

     `Champagne and tiredness,' Audrey said, getting up and going and
sitting on his lap and putting her arm around his neck as his arm went
round her waist, and kissed him. He held her tight with the one arm as they
kissed and with the other, began to fondle her.

     `Not here,' she whispered in his ear, `out in the middle of the camp.'

     `Then let's go to my tent and consummate our marriage.'

     `We're not married yet,' she said.

     `Well practise then,' and she laughed but insisted that they use her
tent so that she could kick him out before the morning tea arrived.

     As soon as the tent flap was down, they were in each other's arms,
kissing and stroking one another before hurriedly getting out of their
clothes and getting onto her cot. She loved the sweet endearments he was
whispering into her ear as he stroked her breasts and she, while slowly
rubbing his erection in her hand, wondered if the professor was doing the
same to Manuel's prick? Or was he sticking his into the young man's
backside?

     But these thoughts left her mind when Brendan pulled himself free from
her hand and rolled her onto her back so that they could then practise at
the forth coming consummation for the day they got married.

                                                            *

     `What shall we do today?' Brendan asked her, though he was a joint
leader of the excavation.

     `I think we should get this dig over as fast as we can, besides, I've
still got to photograph yesterdays work and catalogue them, get them
packed.'

     `I agree,' he said, `but our helmets and things are still out there.'

     `I'll slip off sometime and get them. Let's get this over with and
then we can spend more time with the ship.'

     So they set to work with a will to try and get the job in hand
finished as quick as possible. Brendan had sent a letter out by the next
truck to his home to announce that he was engaged to one Doctor Audrey
Summers of England, and would, on his return to Boston be married to her.

     Sunday's were still observed to be a day of rest for the work crew,
though for Audrey and Brendan, it was a day, in their present time, at the
ship. Though due to this time warp, would spend several days observing a
herd of living Brontosaurus. It was a mine of information for Audrey and
she made copious notes of their courting and mating habits.

     It took her two weekends to write a thesis on the herd and mating
instincts of the Brontosaurus, taking care to write it objectively and not
give any hint that she had actually observed them in their natural
habitat. She even went so far as to describe the padded feet which had
never been recorded before. She made two copies to be sent off on the next
food delivery truck.

     One was sent by Brendan to the College of Anthropology in Boston, and
the other to Audrey's old professor for reading to a similar institute in
London.

    While Audrey was doing this on these Sundays, Brendan was constantly
roving back and forth from the ship's time to the present time, to record
what he could remember of the various symbols on the consoles. Though he
couldn't carry anything written, he had to rely on his memory to record
what he had noted.

     It was on one of these Sunday's that she was looking at some bones on
the collection table when Professor Martinez came out of the latrine and
stopped by the table.

     `Have you seen Manuel?' he asked.

     `Yes. He said that he was going to lie down for awhile for he was
feeling rather hot,' Audrey replied.

     `Poor boy. I think I'll get a bottle of cold water for him then,' he
said and moved off towards the mess tent.

     Now's your chance to see, said a little voice in her head and quickly
went into her tent and took her helmet out of the locker and put it
on. She'd left the flap up so that she could get out and was out as the
professor came walking towards Manuel's tent. Of course he couldn't see her
and she was quickly behind him as he knocked on the pole of Manuel's
tent. She couldn't understand what was said but the professor then lifted
the flap and Audrey moved quickly and passed through his body as he entered
the tent, letting the flap drop down behind him.

     Manuel was lying naked on his cot except for a towel that was lying
across his middle. More words were spoken and the professor put the bottle
of water down on the table and sat down on the cot by Manuel's side. It was
a soothing voice of the professor she heard and watched as his hand slid up
Manuel's thigh and went under the towel. Manuel gave out a little shiver
but smiled at him and pulled the towel away.

     The professor had his hand on Manuel's now erect prick and was gently
rubbing it up and down as he spoke. Manuel closed his eyes as he spoke and
the professor slipped off the cot and down onto his knees and leaned over
and took the head of Manuel's cock into his mouth.

     Manuel gave out a small groan and reached out and stroked the head
that was gently bobbing up and down on the cock that he was sucking.

     Audrey's eyes were wide open as she watched this performance and saw
Manuel's back begin to arch up and his hips buck slightly and knew that he
was coming in the professor's mouth. There were groans and grunts as this
went on and the professor must have swallowed the contents for he smiled
and moved up and kissed Manuel who was smiling up at him.

     Audrey moved back when the professor stood up and laughed at herself
for moving for he couldn't have bumped into her anyway. The professor then
dropped his shorts and she saw that he had an erection of his circumcised
prick and noted that it was much smaller than Brendan's. Manuel had moved
on the cot and was raising himself up onto his knees as the professor got
onto the cot behind him and in between his legs.

     He had a paunch, the professor, but his cock still stuck out below it
as he ran his hands over the bare cheeks of Manuel's bum. With his two
hands, he parted these cheeks and Audrey could see the puckered arsehole
that was just about to be fucked and watched the professor put the head of
his cock to it and push. She watched it slowly move and disappear into
Manuel's backside. Both gave out small crooning noises as it slid right in
and watched in awe as Manuel was now being fucked by the professor.

     Well one or both have watched me and Brendan she thought, so it's only
right that I should watch them. The backs of the professor's sun tanned
hands were a sharp contrast to the whiteness of Manuel's hips as he held
them as his own hips moved backwards and forwards. There were more grunts
coming from them both as Manuel was being fucked and Audrey could see that
he liked it judging by the smile on his face as he was being reamed.

     A sudden spate of Spanish came from the professor as he moved a bit
faster and Manuel was pushing himself backwards until the professor stopped
and all she could see was the twitching of his thighs and guessed that he'd
just come inside Manuel's backside.

     Manuel was drooling and gave out a little cry when the professor
pulled his prick out of Manuel who quickly moved as the Professor stood up,
to get the water bottle and pass it over. He then cupped his hands under
the head of the professor's prick as he poured water over the top for
Manuel to wash it for him. They used the whole bottle before Manuel moved
again and took the wet cock head into his mouth and sucked on it.

     Audrey had seen enough and wondered how long the professor was going
to stay in that tent before she could escape as he left. It took a few
minutes before she realised that there was another way out and so dropped
the visor and they and the tent suddenly disappeared and she was well back
in time.

     It was just a matter then of taking about seven paces towards what
would be the tent's entrance and she knew that she was then on the
outside. She lifted the visor and found that she indeed was. She went on to
her tent and went inside because she'd left the flap up and once inside,
took the helmet off and shook her head to free her damp hair.

     So that's how the other half live and couldn't wait for Brendan to
return for she was wet between her thighs from watching them fuck and
wanted some of the same. Not quite, she laughed. His prick is only going
into the proper space that nature provided it for.

                                                            *

     It took them the next seven weeks to finish off with the last bone and
any vestiges left of the subject that was now packed ready for whatever
museum would pay for it. The meticulous record of the dig would be
transcribed later and a copy sent to the purchaser of the find at its last
resting place.

     Three trucks were sent up and they all had a good dinner and drink on
their final night and the men were a bit hampered the following day by
their hangovers when it came time to strike camp. Brendan had puzzled
Professor Martinez by insisting that the water tank and feeding pipe and
pump be left as well as the mess tent and all utensils, latrine and
shower. To put the man's mind at ease, Brendan said that he intended to
return after his marriage and use the place for his honeymoon. It was a
strange place to choose, but then he was an eccentric American and so had
no further questions as to what was left and what was taken away.

     The six men from La Copelina were paid off, being allowed to take some
surplus stores as a bonus. The rest carried on to Bahia Blanca where the
last crates of the Brontosaurus were unloaded to be flown later for their
storage place in Buenos Aires.

     It was here too that Professors Brendan Fowler and Martinez said
goodbye as well as Audrey and Manuel, their assistants. The two
Argentineans would stay behind to auction off the tents and impedimenta to
share what it was sold off for. In respect of Brendan and Audrey, they took
the first passenger flight out and were glad to reach Buenos Aires and book
into an hotel for a night or two to have a most welcome bath instead of the
usual cold shower.

     Though two rooms had been booked, one of which was only used that
first hour so that they could both have a bath at the same time. But after
that, only one room was used for the two nights they stayed there.

     Audrey was pleased that she could now relax in hot water and really
scrub herself clean, then get back to being a woman by putting on a dress
instead of shirt and shorts. After doing her own hair and make-up, she was
in high spirits to meet an equally clean Brendan in the bar and have dinner
at a proper table and being served in a first class style.

      They didn't stay downstairs long before going to bed and re-avowing
their love for each other. As they did the following night, having sex in
various positions, Audrey liking it where she lay on top of him to suck and
chew on his erection while he used his tongue to excite her clitoris as
well as poking his tongue into her. This would arouse them both up enough
for having sex in the normal fashion.

                                                                   *