Adventure Across the World Ch. 03

Adventures Across the World: Chapter 3

The continuation of Drew's story in the middle of strife and confusion. The following Chapter 3 is set a year or two in the future. It is time to rebuild...with the worlds help. This story is not intended to be in a hurry. There is no political swing in the story. I am building a deeper story and it will be a slow burn. If you are looking for quick sex, please look elsewhere. All the following, people, places, and things are a figment of my twisted mind.

*

Drew walked to the door but stopped, turned, and looked. "I want to be with you again, if you want me."

"It has already been arranged my lover. Let the women in your life, that now includes me, organize it all." She huffed but rolled over to look at him with the that special smile.

"Tell her you 'wreck me?" she paused, "That it is how it is said, no? I will not be walking right for days," she commented with that same shy smile.

"The phrase is close enuf beautiful. Now go to sleep and I'll see you during the day." Drew said and he slowly closed the door.

*

It is funny how the weight of a 'friendly' country can weigh in on an issue, halfway around the world. His text to the Alphabet organization (pick which alphabet you want, CIA, NSA, DOD, etc.) seemed to have sparked a bit more interest in the museum from Washington DC, USA.

Within days of the text, ordinance crews were working on the cluster bomb issue, with another couple of artillery shells thrown in for the good. It did seem to help when the American military crews, in civilian dress, assisted in the overall cleanup.

Things quieted down once the 'bomb' on the second level was removed for 'inspection.'

His phone was politely swept clean of the specific pictures and texts. Drew was instructed to talk to no one. The Crew was taken aside and talked to, but they had seen nothing of the second floor 'bomb.' But whatever the Ukrainian authorities told them, they were reluctant to discuss the incident from that day forward.

And so began the work of Drew's lifetime.

*

Drew woke alone. He had to admit he had vastly diverged feelings regarding waking alone verses having a warm body snuggled close. He enjoyed the feeling of both. Again, he had to remind himself, not being overly introspective, that he enjoyed the feeling of being able to stretch and fart in bed, without the annoyance of a snuggling partner. But he also knew that his sex life had amped up significantly and that left him no worries when he would be deep inside one of his partners.

It was an interesting change to his life.

It's not like he was lacking in the attentions of the female population since he began his sojourn. Since his arrival in Ukraine eight months previously, he had taken up with one of his staff, Antonia, who now held a position with the Ministry of Art. She had moved into the abandoned apartment across hall from his, along with the other women of his "Crew."

His Polish office had not even flinched on his providing the second apartment for staff, since he was running the design and construction management operations out of his apartment. It had been easier that trying to open a 'regular' storefront office. The rest of the participants to date, enjoyed the easier atmosphere established at his huge apartment. He was planning on utilizing the administrative spaces in the museum as office space now that it had been cleared of things that went 'boom'.

They did question his addition of a third apartment, on the first floor though. For Drew this was one of those times that you acted first and asked permission after the fact. He had seen so much need at the street level and knew he could throw some help with corporate money.

The bitching and whining continued until a US based SR VP visited and saw the 'outreach' program his "Crew" had created. The corporate logo was splashed across the rooms and CNN had already been by to film a segment on the temporary neighborhood school and clinic.

His international corporation quickly fell all over themselves to throw funding into the of temporary local school run by two African refugees. Plus, they used the first-floor apartment as a part time medical clinic run by Antonia (Ex-Military field medic) and a couple of nurses from the neighborhood.

They had just added a limited daycare to help the neighborhood women get back on their feet from the losses from the war. It just so happened, to start up right before filming of the international news segment.

Yup, no corporate issues after that.

*

While the focus of his day, the museum, was taking huge strides, his sex love life expanded like his duties on the project site.

He had weekly visits to, or visits from, Sasha the bar owner. Or, as he thought of her, the Mafioso of her neighborhood. They melded together well and with her added practice of English, ended up talking about all meanings of life. Most of which were done when he was buried deep inside her. Hers was not the rambunctious sex he had with his other lovers, but slow tease sex and slow stroking while they talked and whispered to each other. She loved the slow rolling orgasms she obtained by hours of touch, tease, oral and anal play.

What had surprised him most, was the other lovers that came to his bed. Sasha and Antonia seemed to manage the sharing with not a bit of jealousy. His first visit to Sasha's had been 'pushed' and coordinated by Antonia. Both ladies had informed him they were now in charge of his love life.

And well...Drew had no complaints.

The next lover they arranged was a bit of surprise to him.

It was one of the twins.

The twins had gotten in the habit of arriving from the field in their work utilities. Both seemed to love teasing and stripping off their utilities in front of him. Then they would head off to shower and then go up to his room to seal his t-shirts to finish the workday. He assumed it would have been Tatyana with her red streaked hair and her very flirty nature.

But one night a couple of weeks after starting his relationship with Sasha, Antonia came to him with a worried face. She had come up the back staircase to avoid anyone asking questions or making comments about her sojourn to her lover.

"Can we please talk?" Antonia said sitting beside him on the couch he had chosen that night on the mezzanine lounge they had created out of his monstrous bed area. He laid down the papers he was reading, as was his new habit before sleep.

"Sure, it would be my pleasure," Drew softly commented not sure what was driving her look.

She sat quietly for a moment, looking quite pensive.

"There is a story you do not know, about one of our little family." She paused again and then let out her breath, "Darya was kidnaped by Russian soldiers when the invasion first took place. She was at a friend's estate close to the Belarus border when the tanks first rolled by. That night they came back looking for the two tall, beautiful women they had passed. They kept her and her friend for two days and nights. Until the two girls escaped." Antonia had to pause to cry and hug Drew.

Drew was just numb and had feelings of vengeance welling up so fast it felt like it was choking him.

"What can I do to help?" asked Drew when he could finally utter a word.

"Be with her, love her and show her that all men are not the monsters she feels right now." Antonia whispered.

Drew started to speak but she held up her hand for silence.

"This was her idea, her choice. She came to me to make sure you would still want someone as 'spoiled'...or 'ruined' as she feels." She finished.

Drew was again about to comment but the hand of silence was again raised.

"She was a virgin before the attacks, both her and her friend." She paused again and looked at the exposed iron trusses that made up the roof of the building, "They forced her to submit and abused both girls in every place they could."

"They...degraded," she had mangled the word, but Drew understood, "both girls. When her friend finally fought back, she was being taken by all three at once. They almost killed her. Darya was tied to a tree and had to watch the abuse of her close friend. They cut a...'Z' on her friend's cheek that she will carry for life."

"She trusts you. She needs that reassurance that she is a beautiful desirable young woman," Antonia stopped and looked at him with a Mona Lisa smile.

"You, my lover, are about as far from the animals that hurt her, as could be hoped." She crawled off the couch with that feline grace she possessed.

"Will you do this for the women in your life?"

"You know I will," Drew said softly, "When?"

"Now my lover, now," Antonia whispered back, and strode off to the rear staircase.

Drew got up and went into the bedroom portion of the mezzanine. He was glad he had just showered and glad that he had changed the sheets earlier that morning.

Antonia, trailing Darya returned to the mezzanine level.

"I'm in here," Drew whispered a bit too loudly as he heard the ladies make the top landing of the stairs.

A very skittish Darya came into the room dragging Antonia with her.

While she would not look into his eyes, she whispered first in Ukrainian and then paused and shifted to English.

"I need you to love me. I need to feel again as a strong woman," she whispered in a voice that could barely be heard.

Drew stepped up slowly. Antonia had come up behind Darya and wrapped her arms around her. Antonia laid her head on the rear lower shoulder muscles of the taller athletic girl.

Darya flinched when he touched her chin and forced her eyes up to investigate his.

"Do you want this? With me?" he asked not really understanding how a beautiful, tall young woman would want him. He was amazed that Antonia at 36 could brave his older body but Darya was 10 years younger that Antonia.

"Yes, please," and she started to cry, "Oh please want me," she sniffled.

"You are very much wanted and loved," He commented and pulled her close. She just melded to him. He felt Antonia's hand grab the front of his shirt from her place behind Darya.

"Come to bed and we will spend the night talking," he stated and tried to pull her towards the edge of his bed.

"Can she stay?" came as a question whispered into his ear from Darya.

He looked around the taller girl glued to him and met the expressive eyes of his current lover.

Antonia just nodded.

"There will be rules though, Beautiful," he stated as he looked into the downturned eyes of Darya. She paused and then investigated his.

"This is not a onetime visit to try and break through all the trauma that has happened to you. I will be here for you, any time anywhere, to talk, cuddle, scream, yell...whatever you need," he paused letting her translate and he could hear Antonia mumble behind her helping with translations.

Darya gripped him tighter and began to lightly cry again.

Drew moved them towards the bed until he felt the edge at their knees. Antonia let go and scurried around the bed. Darya started to stiffen. Her head snapped around looking for Antonia. Drew raised his hand and pulled he chin back to look into her eyes. They had a flash of panic.

He then he slowly, lightly kissed the corner of her mouth and whispered in her ear.

"Calm, beautiful. She is just pulling down the covers so we can all cuddle." Darya was already in her normal nightwear. He had to admit that even with the tear streaks, his Morro Bay 'Three stacks and a Rock' surf store t-shirt never looked better. The lace black thong, her bare ass cheeks, and hard nipped view, just added to the weird, sexy, fucked up vibe he was feeling about this whole situation.

He could feel her whole body soften. He pushed her shoulders down and she slid to the soft bed surface. Antonia was already partially under the covers. Darya slid back into the covers. And he slid in creating the proverbial threesome sandwich with Darya in the middle.

Drew rolled onto his side facing Darya and Antonia looking over Darya's neck.

"Ok, the rules," he huffed, "Tonight we just sleep and cuddle." He could see Antonia smile and nod her head. Darya was just sort of frozen with big eyes, wonderment, and fear.

"In the future, it will be up to you," looking deep in her big, beautiful eyes, "On how much and how far you want to go." And he rolled onto his back and pulled her lightly if she wanted to cuddle against him. Her head was on his shoulder in a second. And she swiveled her body and threw her leg over and between his. Her arm snaked up his t-shirt and her fingers went into the mass of hair on his chest.

He could feel the heat radiating from the small patch of fabric against his thigh.

Without thinking he reached down to her bare ass cheeks and squeezed.

He felt her briefly stiffen but then he heard a sexy moan and she just shimmied deeper into his body.

*

While not his norm, he slept in until 7am. He awoke alone and the other half of the bed was pulled tight. One would never know who or what shared his bed that night.

He stretched and then did 'old man groaning', got out of bed and went to his ensuite. He turned on the shower, and while waiting for the water to adjust, he brushed his teeth and did a quick shave around his goatee.

He always shaved his cock and balls in the shower. It had been a request from Sasha, and it made him feel sexy to shave and be ready to provide for his ladies.

He was not in the shower yet when he spun as he heard the door being opened. He expected it to be Antonia on one of her morning quickies, but it was sheepish Darya. Not saying a word, she doffed her t-shirt and slid the minuscule panties down her legs. She pointed and then motioned for Drew to get in the shower. She scrunched her hair up in a messy bun and then found a shower cap in one of his drawers. He had his drawer and he stayed out of the others because he knew the girls' rotated restrooms as much as they now seemed rotate him.

She grabbed a simple bar of soap and began to lather him up. She was paying special attention to his cock balls and ass. He had used the axillary wand head to wash his hair and upper body off as she knelt to wash his feet and legs.

This was quite the extravagance to Drew. Even his 'full time' lovers concentrated on the space between his bellybutton and knees.

She finished and then quietly got out of the shower dried herself quickly and disappeared. Drew took that down time to grab his cock and take care of himself before beginning the day.

*

And so, the pattern continued, 3 of 4 nights a week, Darya would slide into his bed, sometimes with Antonia, but later, mostly alone. She would cuddle close for sleep. She would then silently follow him into the shower and wash him.

This led to him washing her and whispering how beautiful she was and how much he and their little combined family loved her.

Then one morning there was a shift.

She held out her hand for the wand as she cleaned him down. He was of course hard as rock, and it jutted below her chin as she knelt on the shower floor. She gently took hold of his cock and began kissing it. Soft loving kisses, not the hurried escapades of Antonia. She slowly plunged down on his hardness and slurped and tongued his shaft while gently caressing his shaved balls with the fingers of her left hand.

She stopped her oral administration and stood. She had 3 inches on him but that just brought her nipples closer to his mouth. He latched on, sucking the left into his mouth and his hands roamed her ass squeezing his cheeks. She moaned and pulled him closer.

"Oh, Oh, please share with the other one," Darya moaned as he shifted to the other nipple.

"Please," she asked and paused.

"I want you in me, but please be...gentle...soft?" she ended with and uptake like a question.

"How do you want me?" Drew asked.

She turned presenting her ass, bent her legs slightly, and leaned partially on the built-in bench. He slid behind her and could see she had bent her knees so he would line up correctly.

He rubbed her back, and she was either flinching or shaking because of his touch.

"Are you sure? We do not have to rush into anything. I'll be here for you for as long as you need me," rushed out of him, knowing that all of this must be so hard on her after her trauma.

"Please, please just love me slowly. I need to feel like a whole woman again," she commented, and he could feel her desire as she backed up into him.

He may have lost a bit of hardness because of his concern, but the swollen lips of her sex, the smell of her arousal, had him back to playing strength in no time. He slid his lower head up and down he sex for a slow half dozen strokes. He could feel the well of her wetness become fat with arousal. He shimmied his head at her entrance and slowly plowed forward.

When that first couple of inches had breached her opening, she stiffened and hissed. She was vibrating in place, and he was afraid he had hurt her. He tried to pull back but was met with pain at each hip. She had whipped her arms and hands around behind her and dug her nails in to make him stay inside her.

"I had no idea it could be so...beautiful," she stated in broken English.

"I want to feel you finish inside me." She stated as she looked over her shoulder crying and smiling at the same time.

"You are not protected my love." Drew commented knowing that one of the main shortages due to the war was birth control pills.

"Do it please, I want to feel you leaking into my panties all day as we work on the winter protection," she paused and still smiling with snot running out her nose, "If I get pregnant with your baby it will be loved by all your women." And with that she turned back to the wall and braced herself.

He slid home and finally had his groin against her cheeks. He started to lightly stroke in and out and it was only a moment until she was thrusting back.

Drew bent forward and planted kisses between her shoulder blades. The first kiss was again met by a stiffening and then she leaned back into him, so their bodies were touching down their whole torsos. He moved his hands to her small but beautifully shaped breasts.

Breasts that were the inspiration for champagne glasses. Breasts of an athlete, made to fit on a tall svelte body made for running and jumping.

As he flicked her nipples and kissed her back, her moaning became deeper.

"Cum for me lover, cum for me...Please!" she cried and growled at the same time.

He could feel her whole-body spasm.

Drew could feel the wetness leaking from her. Plus, he had a beautiful young woman asking for his cum.

He just did what came naturally.

*

They found a note on the "Crew" apartment saying they would meet any 'stragglers' at the coffee house. It was already 8am and Drew felt like he would be the butt of jokes all day long.

Then his worries and inner voices hit the surreal.

Nothing...absolutely nothing happened at the coffee shop. Darya walked with him, her arm in his elbow. Nothing. Just the normal greetings when the Crew was gathering during the day. A few more kisses by the girls to the girls and the normal pattern of everyday life.

The only oddity was each of the girls of the Crew took time to circle back and kiss him, on the lips. Nothing sexual, just the same greeting they gave each other. That included Yulia, the de facto boss of the Crew.

Up to this day, he would have received a kiss on the cheek or forehead, but something had shifted. As he had learned in dealing with different customs in South America, keep your mouth shut until you can understand the paradigm shift.

He followed his own advice.

*

The rehabilitation of the Museum was progressing well after the removal of all the inert and live ordinance. So, with nothing left within the museum that would go 'Boom' they had begun their work.