“I understand not carrying the ladders if we don’t need them, but why did you put them on the ground?” she asked,
“If someone else came in while we’re gone and climbed into the monster we wouldn’t know. But now, the ladder will be up so they can get out again, which will be a signal for us,” explained Raleigh.
“Oh. Of course.”
“You’re right about not needing the ladders again, but also we’re about to go through the tube, which is quite narrow, so it’s good not to carry anything extra as well,” added Kingston.
When Andorra saw the tube she agreed about not carrying anything extra. Kingston’s broad shoulders were a tight fit through the entry. They all had to lie on the ground and wiggle through a narrow gap under a big rock, then through a tight hole between two huge stones into the next cave. But the stalactites and stalagmites made it very worth seeing.
“The stalactites are the ones coming down from the roof,” said Raleigh.
“And the stalagmites are the ones growing up from the floor,” she finished for him.
“The skinny ones are straws and the ones that look like fabric are called drapery. Most of the stalagmites are columns,” added Kingston.
“This is just so amazing.” Andorra knew she wasn’t supposed to touch such things, something about the grease on a person’s skin interacting with the limestone or something, but she stood very close so she could fully absorb their beauty.
They spent the next hour moving from cave to cave. Some of them were almost bare, others had interesting nooks and crannies, others again were amazing shapes, but Andorra’s favorite remained the one with the stalactites, although the monster was a close second.
When they finally left the caves, and Kingston had locked the metal gate from the outside, he led them off at a tangent from the way back to the building, what she assumed must be the company’s head office. She soon realized they were actually circling around a rocky outcrop and eventually they reached a sheltered area of lush grass and tall trees. At the center of it was a tiny spring.
“Are you thirsty? This water is clean and fresh,” asked Raleigh.
She kneeled beside the water and dipped her hand into the small pool. The water was cold and clear. She licked a finger and it tasted fresh, as Raleigh had said, so she cupped her hands and drank, as did both men. She sat back on her heels and looked around the secluded glade. “This is really pretty. I like it here.”
They sat on the soft green grass and talked for a while. Andorra enjoyed relaxing in the sunshine and just being herself. She realized she was thinking of the men as Kingston and Raleigh now, not as Master Kingston, and Master Raleigh, and for the first time she wondered if they had other names. Were the names they used given names or surnames? But more important was the fact that they were relating to her as friends and companions, not as Master and slave. It was the first time Kingston had been free and open with her. Usually he held her very much at arm’s length as if he didn’t trust her. She wondered why he was wary of her. Because she’d trespassed on his land? Or had she done something else wrong that she didn’t even know about as yet?
* * * *
Raleigh lay back on an elbow and stared at Andorra. She was really quite beautiful. Her hair shone in the sunlight with red and gold threads among the brown. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with happiness and it struck him that he’d never seen her so content before. She was relaxed, at ease, and completely happy. Pretty much exactly how he felt. Apart from the fact that just looking at her made his dick grow hard. He was always hard around her. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone before.
“The sun is quite warm. Why don’t you take off your clothes? Maybe you could get an all-over tan.”
“I’ll take my clothing off if you do, too,” she replied grinning at him.
“Not a problem.” He sat up and unlaced his boots, then wiggled out of his coverall. They’d all already removed their helmets when they first arrived. He glanced across at her and she’d stood up and neatly laid the coverall on her boots. She was stripping out of her jeans now. He shed his pants and shirt in double quick time, and lastly removed his briefs. Beside him Kingston was watching them but was still wearing everything except the hard hat and his boots.
“Afraid of getting a sunburn?” he teased his friend.
“I was just admiring the scenery,” Kingston replied.
Yeah, the scenery was mighty fine and getting better by the minute as Andorra stripped out of the last of her underwear and sat cross-legged on the grass, looking at him.
He lay flat on his back, spreading his legs wide and letting his cock extend up toward his bellybutton. “See anything you like?”