Remote Positions

The day had started cool and bright but it had given way to a dull, overcast afternoon and now fat drops of rain were splashing onto the grimy windscreen of the grimy van as it pulled into the broadcast compound. An unhelpful, untimely sensor triggered the van's wipers to smear the half-damp filth into an opaque film that caused the now blind driver to halt several yards short of his intended space.

David blinked, then pulled the lever to squirt the screen with fluid. His field of vision cleared and there stood Bella, standing at the open tailboard of her broadcast truck. She had her back to him, on tip-toes in her scuffed black DMs, reaching up into the dark, cave-like chaos of cables that lay before her; and as she did her oversized black raincoat lifted to reveal her small, firm bottom encased in tight black jeans.

The rain fell harder, the wipers wiped faster and David worked to bring his heartbeat back under control. He'd known she was going to be here but he hadn't been prepared for how he would react. Usually working on opposite sides of the country, they might only run into each other three or four times a year.

"Will she still feel the same?" He wondered to himself. Eventually, he unfolded himself from the driver's seat and approached, ducking under the broad flap that sheltered the tailboard. Still straining upwards she looked back over her shoulder, smiled and said, "You're casting a shadow you big lummox, do you have to stand right there?"

"I do if you're ever going to re-patch that cable, here I'll do it for you, where is it going? No? Ok, no worries, you just struggle then."

He watched her struggle. He swallowed painfully, his mouth suddenly dry. Bella glanced back at him again and this time she saw the hunger in his eyes. She'd seen that look before. She quickly turned away, fumbling with the cable above her head, and it was her turn to control her suddenly racing heart. She felt the loom of his tall frame, his broad shoulders coming closer behind her. He reached up casually, taking the cable from her now unsteady hand, moving it to the next input, inserting and twisting to lock. The small test monitor flickered from 'Sky-No Signal' to 'Channel 37'.

"There you go," he said. "Now the vision department can watch the shopping channel instead of racking cameras."

"Sounds like a better use of our time."

"I won't dispute that haha."

David smiled down at her, his wet weather gear dripping onto her boots. Bella raised an eyebrow and asked, "So what did you really come back here for? It can't have been to get QVC working."

"Well not just that obviously," he laughed again, a deep, infectious laugh that Bella felt in her chest. He lowered his voice slightly and continued: "I've been out setting up the remote cameras since I got here but I've run into trouble setting up the control data. Maybe you could come and take a look?"

She hesitated, but only for a moment. "John!" She bawled out the name of the elderly freelance vision engineer who was her second in command. After a moment his grey head appeared through the door at the top of the steps. "John! You're holding down the fort, I'm headed out to the remote positions. Bloody camera ops can't get the data working."

David was already climbing back into the van but he saw John's head shake in disapproval as Bella threw herself into the passenger seat. The engine roared into life, they swept out of the broadcast compound and then into the damp green woodland that made up the endurance course.

They were here to televise endurance racing: rich people racing small horses over long distances. The audience for such a sport is remarkably small, but since that audience is also remarkably wealthy it is no problem for them to pay a broadcast team to stand out in the rain and bring them every moment live.

The track got rougher as they got further from the compound and eventually David gave up trying to steer around the potholes, full from the overnight rain, and just splashed straight through them. After dropping the van into third gear he dropped his hand onto Bella's knee, sliding his palm up the inside of her leg, feeling the rough, skin-tight black denim, following the seam up and up, pushing past the scant resistance offered by her damp downy jacket, stopping only when his hand was buried deep in the welcoming warmth at the top of her legs.

"We won't have long David, John's not stupid, and he's been looking out for me since he became my number two, he's been very protective."

"We won't need long." He replied, "Not too long anyway. It's good to see you again."

"It's good to see you," she said breathlessly.

He gripped her thigh and ground the side of his hand hard into the fabric enclosing her dampening sex. Bella's hand went up to the back of his head, her fingers tangled in his dark brown hair. He chanced a quick look sideways and saw that with her other hand she had pulled the zip of her jacket down to her middle. He saw a hard nipple pushing proudly through the black cotton of her tank-top, he saw the slight swell of the breast underneath, he saw her fingers close around the tip of engorged flesh. Bella squeezed down, gasping with need, and as she did so her soft hand in his hair became a fist, tugging sharply at his scalp.

They moaned together, before David's focus was dragged back to the gravel track in order to navigate a few particularly tight bends. Back on the straight, and hurtling along at reckless speed, he turned his attention back to Bella. He released his grip on her thigh and thrust his hand into the warmth beneath her half open jacket. Rough, desperate, grasping blindly, he felt her ribs and moved upward, his searching hand finding the small breast with its hard point and gratefully appreciating it, fingers brushing, cupping, rolling.

Bella released her grip on his hair, her fingers falling to his lap to search out the hardness she knew she would find there. David's cock was straining through the layers of underwear, trousers, waterproofs, a valiant effort that ached to be rewarded. When she slid her hand underneath his waistband and grasped his shaft David very nearly lost control of the vehicle, pulling his hand reluctantly from her breast to wrestle with the wheel.

With the van once again safely crunching on the gravel of the lane he looked down at her, his head raised, eyes wide, nostrils flared. Bella saw an animalistic need in his gaze, a need so great, so barely controlled that it might have frightened her, if it didn't make her so turned on. She stroked him slowly, up then down, up then down.

The camera scaffold emerged quite suddenly out of the trees and he slammed the brakes, pulling off the road and parking beside and a little behind the platform. "Sheltered enough," thought David as he hauled on the handbrake and killed the engine. He took hold of the wrist that had snaked under his waistband and pulled Bella firmly from the middle seat, across the driver's seat and out into the falling rain.

He pushed her back against the cold grey panel of the side door and she looked up at him, her small bosom rising and falling quickly, her breath short and sharp. David considered her for a moment, her slight frame in her oversized jacket, open to her waist; her dark eyes wide, quivering with barely contained energy. She reached up and pulled him down into a kiss, gentle, even tender at first, but with a growing intensity that they both felt deep in their guts.

David's hands found the zip of her jacket and opened it wide, exploring the familiar contours of her body, rubbing, squeezing, appreciating what they found. Bella's hands were up in David's hair and she pulled him away from her lips long enough to say, "No more waiting, I need this, I need you."

David growled, crushed her close to his body, reached for the handle of the side door and slid it open. Bella scrambled backwards onto the bench seats with David in close pursuit. They kissed again, mouths and cheeks clashing clumsily. Their movements were frantic now, physical need overwhelming rational thought. David struggled to push the jacket off of Bella's shoulders while she fumbled with his belt beneath his waterproof trousers. They were working against each other: they were getting nowhere.

Coming to his senses, David removed Bella's questing hands and pulled her upright before grabbing the jacket and pulling her arms from the sleeves one by one. Bella found herself calming as he took control, letting him move her body as he saw fit. He pushed her back to lay face up, her discarded jacket softening the lumpish, narrow seat. He pushed her knees up to her chest and lifted her heavy booted feet to press against the roof.

He could smell her now, the heady musk rising from her pussy, the physical proof of her desire. He tore off his waterproof trousers, unzipped his fly and pulled his aching cock out into the cool air. He was fully erect, twitching with need and she reached for him, grasping his shaft and pulling him towards her. Bella opened her thighs, pulled David's cock in between them and closed them, enveloping his shaft in warmth and stroking the head that lay on her lower abdomen. He revelled there for a moment, closing his eyes as he thrust gently in and out between her denim enclosed legs with her boots dripping on his shoulder.

David felt wetness on his cock head and he opened his eyes. Bella had taken a gob of spittle and was rubbing it in messily, the head was now slick and glistening. He narrowed his eyes, pulled back his cock, undid her fly and pulled her jeans and panties up to his shoulder. His cock was quickly back between her thighs and another handful of Bella's saliva soon coated the rest of his shaft. He teased up and down her slit, relishing in the wetness he found there, then he let his cock nestle naturally into her opening and he was pushing, pushing, pushing until he was buried to his balls in her tight pussy.

Bella's eyes were shut tight, her mouth open wide, her breath held in as she let herself become accustomed to this welcome invader filling her up. They were both holding still, neither daring to interrupt a moment that seemed sacred, as though this was their first time together all over again.

A long, slow exhalation from Bella broke the spell, she opened her eyes, locked them once again with David's and nodded. He withdrew an infinitesimal distance before thrusting back in, slowly. Then out, then in; then out, then in. David reflected on how everything felt right with the world when he was embraced in her warm, welcoming wetness.

As he started to build a rhythm so he withdrew more and more between each thrust, until he was exposing about half his length with every pump of his hips. He was pulling her legs hard into his chest but as he built up speed he dropped his hands down so they were holding on to the very roots of where her thighs met her hips, pulling them upwards and into him with every thrust. Those thrusts were becoming harder, more forceful, less controlled with every slap of his balls against her bottom. Bella flung her hands above her head, hard against the far side door of the van, and pushed back against David's onslaught.

The suspension was creaking, the tops of the upside-down trees in Bella's vision were rocking up and down. David's hands gripped hard into the soft flesh at the tops of her legs, his belt buckle was cold against her thighs. She noticed a soft, feminine whimpering that seemed to be getting louder and was surprised to find that the source of the whimper was herself. Suddenly self conscious, she tried to suppress the sound but it was too late; with this music in his ears David's thrusts found new strength, new speed. His hands left her thighs and roamed over her body, stroking and squeezing everything they found, her hips, her waist, her breasts, her shoulders.

He was bearing down on her, forcing her legs towards her chest, folding her in half. As uncomfortable as this was for her legs, the angle of his cock inside her was rubbing in just the right spot and now her whimpers turned to open mouthed gasps.

With his hips reaching a heroic new speed there was a small voice in the back of David's head that said, "This is fun but it's not sustainable, you mustn't come first!" As the voice spoke he felt the change in his balls, the feeling deep in the root of his cock that was the start of something inexorable. The temptation to roar out, to keep pounding and empty his balls into her was very strong, but not strong enough, not yet.

He slowed, easing down the pace and lifting his weight from her legs. Bella's face was difficult to read, frustrated that her own building orgasm had been interrupted, relieved that she was no longer being folded in half.

David grinned down at her, panting, the animal within him tamed for now. Bella grinned back, then punched him hard on the shoulder.

"Ow?"

"I was close!"

"I was closer." He ran his hands up and down her bare legs and felt the goosebumps that had risen. He reached back awkwardly, slid the van door shut behind him and it immediately felt warmer.

Bella wriggled her bottom playfully, eliciting a groan from David who was still buried to the hilt inside her. He grabbed her legs from his shoulder and rolled her slightly to the side, tucking her booted feet with her bunched up jeans and panties through the gap between the headrests of the front seats.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll see."

With her legs at their new angle he pulled her knees apart slightly and slid his hand into the small gap between her thighs. After a bit of pushing and searching he found what he was looking for. Bella moaned as David pressed his thumb into the top of her pussy. There wasn't a lot of room but David was able to gather some of the sticky mess from where they remained conjoined and painted it over and around her clitoris. Sufficiently lubed, he ran his thumb first one side, then the other, careful to avoid direct contact, just putting pressure on the surrounding skin.

After a few exploratory rubs on both sides of her clit he settled down to apply a gentle, repetitive rolling action that just hinted towards but never actually touched her sensitive nub. At the same time he started long, easy thrusts in and out of her pussy, the distraction of stimulating her clitoris and concentrating entirely on her pleasure counteracting his driving urge to come.

Bella's eyes were closed now, her head laid back on the lumpen seat. Her mouth was open, her breath was shallow. David persisted, neither speeding up nor slowing down.

Bella's breathing was starting to deepen, her small chest rising and falling. David casually slipped his free hand up and under her form-fitting top, under her bra and onto her breast. He squeezed appreciatively, then found her firm nipple and began to rub, his movements exactly matching the action on her clit.

Bella was now taking deep breaths, holding, then releasing with a low moan, a moan which was getting louder with every release. She was close. David kept his stimulation of clit and nipple the same but started to ramp up the intensity of his thrusts. The suspension was creaking once more and Bella lifted her hands from his shoulders and again braced herself against the far side of the van.

"Can I time this right?" Thought David as he felt his orgasm rising. It really was inexorable this time, there was no way he could stop it but he strained to delay it.

"Mmmmmh, God!" Bella groaned through her clenched teeth as her pussy clenched down on his cock, spasming, over and over. The sudden extra tightness pushed David over the edge and he was groaning, pumping, pushing as deep as he could to coat her insides with his semen. They heaved together, their thoughts and motions identical, as if they had melded to become one being, if only for these short moments.

Bella's body was tense and quivering, but she relaxed as David withdrew his thumb from her clit. She lay panting, her legs still hooked between the headrests, her knees slightly apart, one arm above her head and one across her eyes. She made a beautiful sight.

"Well, that's another fine mess you've made of me," she lifted her arm to look at him, to look at herself. "At least you've not hosed me down this time."

"Hey, I said I was sorry about that." He grinned, he didn't look sorry.

"Are there any tissues around?"

"Nope. I'm afraid you're just going to have to hold onto it for me."

"What?"

"Yep, cleanest way of dealing with this problem."

David unhooked her feet from the headrests, grabbed the panties and jeans that he had bunched around her boots, and started to pull them back up her legs.

"No!"

"Yes!"

Bella started to resist, and David said, "Stop."

She stopped.

"Bella, I need you to understand that since we can't be together very often, when we are together we need to make the most of it. I need to make the most of it. I want to be close to you, to be a part of you. For the rest of the day there is going to be a sticky mess in your pants and every time you feel it I want you to think of me. I can tell you, I'll be thinking of you."

She blinked, her usual confrontational facade broken in the face of his sudden vulnerability. At this point David's softening cock popped out of her pussy, followed by a slow ooze of cum.

"Lift your bum."

Bella lifted her bum and David pulled the jeans and panties up the rest of the way, covering the mess of fluids with cotton and denim.

"You're mad," Bella said wonderingly up at him, "Utterly bonkers."

David tucked his cock back into his trousers then zipped himself up before sitting on the seat and pulling Bella into his lap.

"Yep, totally mad." He kissed her and she melted into his arms. They sat embraced for a while, sometimes kissing, sometimes hugging, Bella's nose pushed into his neck, breathing in his scent.

After a little time had passed, David pulled her away, cupped his hand firmly over her damp groin and said, "For as long as there's this sticky mess in your pants, for as long as I'm inside you, even if it's just for today, you're my girl." He hesitated, unsure of himself. "Is that OK?"

Bella made a strangled sound, half a laugh, half a sob, but she was smiling as she replied. "Just for today. Yes, I'll be your girl, just for today."

They kissed again, then climbed out of the van, Bella walking a little awkwardly at first. The rain had stopped but it was colder now. David helped her back into her oversized jacket and found the waterproof trousers he had discarded in such haste. As they walked to the base of the scaffold Bella turned casually to him and said, "I suppose, in the future, if you want me to be your girl again, all you have to do is fill me back up?"

"Yep. Simple as that." David said, grabbing her bottom as she sashayed in front of him. "Well, I think it's time my girl fixed these cameras."

They had reached the base of the scaffold and Bella peered inside the box that converted image and control data into fibre signals to be transmitted the long distances of the course. "Everything here is showing green, these are working fine."

"Errr pictures and sound?" David's question was tinged with panic.

"Audio is embedded with the video, if the video is sending then so is the audio. Did you plug the mics in?"

"No, I never got to that point, I had something else on my mind."

"Well, good." Bella looked relieved, it would have been tough to explain away the creaking suspension and muffled moans to the guys in the truck. They smiled, and then both laughed, the near miss making the fact that they'd got away with it all the sweeter. They climbed back into the van, comfortable in each other's company; Bella took the middle seat again and snuggled close. David drove slowly this time, leaving the van in second gear and crawling along so they could hold hands. As they drew closer to the compound Bella leaned in for one last kiss then went back to the passenger side. They smiled at each other again, back to being friends, two professionals satisfied with a job well done.

They slammed the doors shut and went their separate ways, each on to the next problem that needed solving. Had they spotted Bella's perfect boot print on the roof lining above the rear seats they might not have had such a spring in their step.

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Author's note:

Thanks for reading my first submission to Literotica! I've been a long time consumer of erotic stories but this is my first attempt at writing myself. Not sure if this is going to be a series or a one off just yet. Please let me know if you enjoyed it and I would welcome any constructive feedback.