My fiancé had left me for the afternoon while she took care of some business. So it was that I was minding my own while sipping a coffee at a quaint little sidewalk cafe in an obscure part of town. Things were so quiet, so calm and it lulled me so that I didn't quickly notice when the few other patrons dove for cover. Why should anyone expect such strangeness? Well it happened that I sat there bone still while bullets from machine guns flew all about me. It was over in an instant and the assailants car sped away.
In a state of shock I slowly looked around to see no evidence of anyone else save one bleeding body crumpled behind me. (The others had sensibly run away.) I stared stupidly till the body begged for help.
"Please," The body gasped, "You are an American." The woman was laboring to breathe, she had been hit multiple times. I started coming to my senses a bit and went to her, not knowing what to do.
"You... you must help." She whispered chokingly clawing at my collar. "They cannot be allowed to make the transaction." The look in her eyes was desperate, her halting voice fervent, blood spilling from her mouth as she softly spoke. "They could send the world to hell if they are not stopped."
"What is it?" I asked, "What can I do?" I knew no ambulance could save her. Already her blood formed a wide pool beneath us. Her gasps were hard strained, short, shallow and growing fewer.
"I was to deliver this to my contact here," she said pressing a little cylinder into my hand, "but it is too late." I could barely hear her. "My cover is blown." Her voice was fading to nothing. "You must..." She subsided in my arms, her head rolling back. "You... must..."
She said nothing more. The pool of blood stopped spreading.
An authoritative voice rang out and I looked up to see another woman approaching me at a brisk walk. She barked another command that I could not understand and when I didn't respond, she pulled a gun from her cleavage and fired at me! I ducked the moment I saw the gun and she missed then barked another command while aiming again.
I stared and couldn't move. The woman was something out of my dreams, tall, blond and extremely well endowed. The clothing she wore made maximum use of the distraction her assets might provide, and revealed huge straining cleavage and a generous portion of her abdomen. Despite her amazing breasts it was her navel that held me transfixed. It was deep and beautifully shadowed in a perfectly sculpted belly that moved so sensually. So it was that time slowed down as she squeezed the trigger and I stared.
I heard a bang, her gun went off and I was nicked in the shoulder. I hardly noticed as the instant before she shot me, she got hit! I saw it go in! Her beautiful navel got deeper then deeper still, then burst outwards in a fountain of blood! Rivulets of blood flowed out from deep within her as little jets spurted towards me. She stood and stared at her bellybutton as her belly quivered and she sank to her knees. She looked up at me with a look of dismay, then tottered backwards to land with a big breasted bounce that split open her bra and shirt exposing all. Her breasts quaked from the impact like jelly and a thin fountain continued to spray upwards from her depths.
"Run! Run you fool!" Cried a voice from behind me.
It woke me from my stupor and I realized that again, bullets were flying around me! Someone well behind me was firing at a few in front of me, those in front obviously friends of the woman who had tried to kill me, the woman who now lay belly shot before me. Survival instinct finally kicked in and I rolled to my feet and dashed to cover across the street.
I burst through a door and looked about. I stood in a long hallway that forked a distance away, a great place to make an escape. Feeling bold and reasonably secure I turned to peek through the curtains of the door for a last look.
There she lay, not twenty feet away as she panted her last breaths. She had fallen with her legs tucked under her ass so that she was arched over backwards in a delightfully visible display, the whole of her abdomen wide to view. Her arms were spread at her side and she stared upwards, eyes and mouth wide. Her belly still quivered and with each of her heart beats, I saw a little spurt of blood jet out from deep within her navel.
I didn't touch myself, the sight was enough. I came in my pants.