An Angel For Bishop: Part 2

Willows
most serious injuries are in her psychie.

In 4 parts, based on a post by BurntRedstone.
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Willow
let go of Dan Bishop s sleeve and he left her in the bathroom so she could
shower in privacy. He quickly gathered up new clothes for her. He got one of
his tight t-shirts that would likely be a little big on her but might be tight
enough to assist with supporting her breasts. Another pair of draw string track
pants, socks, and another flannel shirt to cover up her amazing tits. Gah! He
had to stop thinking about her that way! He set the new clothes on the edge of
the counter by the door without entering the room. He heard the water running
and the sounds of movement so she seemed to have that under control. He walked
to the guest bedroom and added the clothes she'd been wearing yesterday to the
laundry bag. He brought the load to the small laundry room and dropped all of
the dirty closed into the washer with the soap. He'd turn it on when she was
done with her shower.

Dan
inspected the leather jacket and riding chaps Willow had been wearing. They
couldn't go into the wash but he could clean them by hand and mend the torn
jacket. He set them aside for later.

He
walked back into his bedroom and listened to hear if she was done. There was an
odd noise warbling under the sound of the falling water.

"Willow?"
he called out.

When
he got no response he took a deep breath and cautiously looked in the door. She
was on the floor of the shower on her side curled in a ball. Thinking she'd
fallen in the shower Dan rushed into the bathroom and stepped into the stall
fully clothed. He bent down and called out her name in fear. "Willow! Are
you Okay? Did you fall?"

He
saw she was sobbing and shaking. The water was quite hot so she couldn't be
cold.

Willow
suddenly became aware that Dan was crouching over her. She quickly turned to
him and flung her arms over his shoulders and squeezed her face against his
neck. Dan fell back onto his ass when she landed on him. Her wonderful breasts
were pressed up against his wet shirt and she kissed his throat feverishly. She
moved her hands to his chest and began to frantically unbutton his shirt. She
was making strange little vulnerable sounds like yelps. Amongst these noises he
made out the occasional words, "Please!", "I'll be good!",
"Let me stay!", and "Love me!"

Dan
was stunned and tried to get his thoughts back into order. The surreal nature
of the situation, the physical onslaught of her touches and kisses and cries combined
with the hiss from the water hitting the tiles in the shower triggered a
flashback to his time in the war. He froze as bullets ripped past him through
the blowing sand. He had to get to the house. He felt the bullet pass through
his calf and yet he ran on. He felt, lips on his?

He
came out of his thoughts panting with reaction, his eyes wild, searching for
the shooters but seeing only his shower stall and the beautiful naked woman
kneeling before him, holding his head between her hands. Her eyes were full of
worry. She released his head as he looked down at himself and realized he was
dressed and soaking wet. His back was pressed into the corner of the shower
stall and he couldn't remember how he got there. Dan put his head in his hands
and rubbed them vigorously back and forth over his scalp, as if pushing the
memories back into their hidden spots in his brain so he could function again.

"Look,
I'm sorry about that. I, uh, I'm dealing with some things that happened to me
as well. In a war. A long time ago. I'm still not good around people," he
said gruffly.

Dan
pushed himself up, using the wall to steady himself as his body was still
trembling. He put his hands on the wall and leaned his head under the hot water
to let it run over his neck. He felt soft hands gently pull at his wet shirt
from behind so, one arm at a time, he reached back so she could remove it from
his shoulders. Once the wet shirt was gone he felt those soft lips kissing the
twitching muscles of his shoulders and her incredibly soft breasts pressing
against his back. This was enough to distract him from feeling her hands
undoing the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down. His mind was awash
in the sensation of her soft skin rubbing against the tight muscles of his
back. He felt the hard points of her nipples slowly drag down his back but he
didn't notice his jeans and underwear were dropping at the same rate. When she
had him step out of his pants he came to the realization that he was naked with
her in the shower but his weakened state limited his protest to a weak growl.
Slowly her nipples slid their way up his back.

His cock was now fully erect and hard as iron. He hadn't felt a
woman's touch in... too many years. When her slender fingers reached around his
body and slid over his hot flesh, a deep moan was tugged from his soul. Willow
cooed in delight as she discovered by touch that Dan was not small.

All the while she was leaning her tits against his back and gently
kissing his neck and shoulders.

"No... Willow, please. Stah, stop please. We can't... I can't do this to
you..." Dan pleaded as his body shook with reaction from his attack and
from the building passion.

On
hearing Dan's words Willow became more desperate to bring him to release and
began to stroke him faster. She leaned in to nibble on his ear and she began to
repeat her earlier pleas.

The
vocal expression of her desperate need for him, pushed him over the brink.
Dan's release was sudden and intense. Throughout the surges, her hands
continued to milk. It took all of his strength to remain on his feet. He leaned
more heavily against the wall.

Next,
Dan felt Willow's hands running over his back and he smelled the clean scent of
the soap she was using to clean his body. She started at the back of his neck
and worked downwards. Soon a good lather was washing from his densely muscled
back under the hot spray. She marveled at the strength in his powerful arm as
she worked her way down the right limb which was braced against the wall in
front of him. This finally brought her into his view and she smiled shyly at
him from beneath her wet bangs as she briskly lathered up his arm. She worked
the soap into his armpit and then she slipped under his right arm and began to
wash his chest.

Again,
she started at his neck, just under his chin, and worked her way downwards. She
briefly stopped with her hands on his hips and she stared down at his
semi-rigid flesh. Then she moved on to his left arm starting from the pit and
working towards his hand. She dipped under his left arm and ran her soapy hands
over his ass. They didn't even pause before she soaped deeply between his ass
cheeks all the way from his furry pelvis to the top of his ass. Dan's eyes shot
open and he looked over his shoulder at her. She spared him a quick nervous
glance like she might be expecting punishment for touching him there. Her hands
slowed and paused on his hips as she stole worried glances at his face. Unsure
what to do, Dan turned his face back to the wall and her hands resumed cleaning
his legs all the way down to his feet.

Again,
Willow moved to his front to wash his legs. He looked down to see her kneeling
at his feet, her face was even with his slowly growing erection. She quickly
and gently washed his wood, then worked down the front of his legs. She stood
up between his arms and placed her hands on his shoulders. Gently pushing him
back she allowed the descending water to rinse the soap from the front side of
his body. Her hands followed the water down his arms then worked their way down
his chest chasing the soap as it rinsed away. She knelt again and ran her hands
down his legs.

Dan's
eyes closed once more and a wave of contentment rushed over him. When her hot,