by Rebecca Foxx
“Hey, there!” She said with a great deal of enthusiasm in her voice.
He did his best not to look startled so he simply smiled.
“Are you ready?” He asked, but realized it was a dumb question as soon as he asked it.
“Let’s do this,” she said and walked outside, then closed the door behind her.
He walked her to the car and to her surprise, he opened the door for her and she got in the passenger seat. It surprised her because even some of her “refined” men had forgotten what it meant to be a gentleman. She made sure that he didn’t see the look on her face because it matched the feeling between her legs.
As he walked to his side of the car and got in, she was thinking to herself that it seemed as though no matter what this man did, she found it attractive. At the same time she was conflicted because he was very much not her type. Though she had considered sexual encounters with him, she knew that it would be the worst thing for her. She didn’t want to be used and cast aside like the others he had so conveniently eliminated from his life.
He started the motor and much like his Harley, the Chevelle rumbled to life. She put on her seat belt and with a little twinge of anxiety, she grabbed hold of the arm rest and prepared for launch.
“You look smokin’ hot,” he said as he eyed here from head to toe.
She was wearing a pair of jeans, a pair of stylish ankle-high boots, a blouse that showed more cleavage than she liked when she sat down, and over the blouse, a black leather coat that covered her backside when she walked.
“Why thank you, good sir,” she responded, “You look dashing yourself.”
He chuckled as he put the car into gear and roared down the road to the first of what would be a few interesting stops for the evening.
Chapter 6 – Dangerous Ground
Tanner was surprisingly adept at small talk as they traveled to their destination. They chatted back and forth as he drove them out of town. When they passed the city limits sign, she asked where they were heading and when he didn’t answer but instead gave her a wry smile, and her blood pressure began to soar. She wasn’t sure just what it was he had on his mind, but it frightened her.
Tanner could tell that she was getting anxious so he patted her on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, Nicole,” he said, “Your dignity will remain intact.”
She breathed a little easier but emotions flooded her mind; she was with someone out of town whom she had only met once and under bizarre circumstances. He was a huge, burly, rough man and she could never fend him off were he to be aggressive, and she fought with every fiber of her being not to completely panic.
Her mind went back to days when her parents would warn her about the “wrong crowd,” how she needed to guard her reputation as much as her virginity, and that the appearance of evil being just as terrible as evil itself.
The sense of danger ran through her body but along with it came a sense of belonging; as though that place at that moment was where she was supposed to be.
Tanner navigated his car through the windy roads; dodging the potholes that appeared frequently because the county was lean on funds to repair them. He could smell her from his side of the car. Her perfume was light, soothing, and had a hint of sweetness.
He was fully aware that she was a good girl and there was a craving inside of him that welled up and made him want to turn her into a very bad girl. Something in her eyes told him that there was a beast inside, but he just had to figure out how to get her to release it.
They rounded one last corner to find themselves in front of what was one of the largest and often dangerous bars in the state. It was the size of Grand Central Station and the parking lot was dirt, gravel, and the occasional spot of blood. On the right of the building was an outdoor stage where bands was already warming up and on the left side of the building pyrotechnics were employed to draw even more attention to the already popular locale.
He heard her gasp and when he parked his vehicle in the far end of the parking lot; he looked over to her and saw a sliver of terror in her eyes. It was exactly the type of response he wanted to get from her.
Tanner got out and walked to her side of the vehicle and opened the door for her. Seeing that she was still scared, he whispered into her ear.
“You’re safe with me, Nicole.”
He took her by the hand and together they walked toward the front entrance. The closer they got, the louder the noise became. Ranging from Harley’s to music to the sounds of laughter and the occasional scream from an obviously delighted young woman, the noise all blended together to create an atmosphere of sheer decadence.
When they entered the front door, Nicole was overcome by sensory issues. The lights, the colors, the sounds, the smells, were all intense and what surprised her most is how it had begun to seduce her. They walked to the right of the massive building where a myriad of characters from a plethora of socioeconomic backgrounds were enjoying an evening meal.
“Will that be just the two of you?” The hostess had snuck up behind them on the right.
“Yes, that would be great,” said Tanner as he moved out of the way to allow the two ladies to lead.
The hostess showed them their table and handed them two menus and took their drink order.
Draft beer for him, gin and tonic for her.
The volume made it difficult to converse with one other without yelling. They managed to get through their dinner with little conversation of any significance but as the evening progressed, the number of unsavory characters filled the club. There was one at the bar who couldn’t seem to get enough of Nicole.
Nicole excused herself to run to the ladies’ room and on her way there, she passed beyond the man at the bar who had been staring so intently. As she passed, he stood up, and at a safe distance he followed her.
It would be the beginning of a challenging evening.
Chapter 7 – Personal Space
Tanner relaxed at the table enjoying his after-dinner beer and every now and again, he would glance over in the direction of the bathrooms to see if his date was on her way or not. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone he thought was her, but it wasn’t.
After a few minutes, he began to wonder whether or not she had gotten lost in the expansive complex.
He paid their dinner tab and walked in the direction of the bathrooms and that was when he saw her pushed up against a wall by a brutish and obviously drunk pile of human excrement. Instinctively, Tanner leaped into action and pulled the drunk off of Nicole and put him on the ground. Tanner gave him one hard right cross in the temple and the drunk was out cold.
“Are you okay?” Tanner asked her as he put his hand on her arm.
“Yeah, a little shaken, but I’ll be okay,” she responded with a whisper of a voice.
Tanner turned and waved at one of the bouncers to come over and since they had a relationship, the bouncer came over and escorted the drunk out the front door.
Still shaken, Tanner escorted her back to the restaurant area where he took a booth toward the back. He allowed her to sit with her back against the wall with a clear view of what was coming and going. He signaled to the waitress that they needed two beers and she returned shortly thereafter with two cold drafts.
She began to calm down and her hands were no longer shaking. Nicole had expected a wild evening but never had she thought that it was start off wild. Tanner was surprisingly calm and reassuring but that too made her nervous as though it was just a ploy to get her to let her guard down.
Tanner smiled at her and tried to lighten the mood.
“I should have known better than to bring an innocent little thing like you to a place like this,” he smiled.
“The animals smelled blood in the water.”
She broke a smile; enough to show that she was willing to keep after it for the evening and not surrender to her fear.
“Drink up and let’s go listen to some music and dance,” he said as he dow
ned the last of his draft beer.
She guzzled what was left of her beer and stood up.
“Bring it,” she said with her hands on her hip, the fear gone from her face.
She allowed her to go through the crowd first as he inspected the view from behind. She was a shapely, elegant woman who had something about her that drove Tanner wild. His primal desires for Nicole made his loins sweat. By the time they reached the dance floor, he was completely hard and the alcohol he had consumed earlier made him not care who knew it.
He walked up behind her and whispered into her ear some information about the band that was performing and casually, he pushed his hips into her firm, round ass. At first she shuddered but then accredited his aroused state to the alcohol and the atmosphere. Though admittedly, he was much more pleasant than the beast that cornered her in the hall by the bathroom.
Tanner wanted to taste her right then, right there. He wanted to turn this innocent wallflower into a wild and fantasy-ridden cactus. He had invaded her personal space and she enjoyed it; or at least she didn’t fight it.
Tanner felt comfortable in taking it to the next level.
Chapter 8 – Moving the Line
They had danced for a little while, rested for a while and consumed a few more drinks, and as their heads got lighter, they started the process all over again. They had dances slowly a couple times and he couldn’t help but become erect every time he touched her.
The contrast of his wild and uncontrollable background and her innocence and purity were intoxicating. If he had the ability to take her, she would be the most pure prize he had ever received.
He drew her in close to himself; resting her head on his chest. He could feel the heat of her breath on him and it felt like fire from heaven.
He stepped back from her far enough to lift her chin so she was facing him. Their eyes connected and a fire exploded in his mind, his loins, and his heart. He had never seen such beauty and such innocence all in one package and he bent down to kiss her. She stepped back in shock and her mouth dropped open.
She didn’t expect that and she had already crossed a line in the sand that she had drawn for herself many years prior. She was at a club with a complete stranger and none of her friends were close by in case something terrible happened. She was always protected and that night, she was swinging without a net.
She closed her mouth and stepped back toward him and rested her head on his chest once again, her heart pounding. Without her looking, Tanner smiled to himself, not surprised at all with her shy response.
He slid his hand down her back in a reassuring manner, his large hands spanning the distance between her two shoulder blades. It made her shiver and develop goose bumps. His hand made its way down her back to the small of her back where he rested it there and pressed. He could feel his erection pressing into her stomach and she didn’t cringe or walk away.
Once again, he pulled her face back and kissed her and she didn’t even flinch.
His tongue explored her lips and then gently stroked her tongue. Her breathing was becoming a bit erratic but she dug her nails into his back. Through his leather he could tell that her hands were strong and it turned him on even more.
He kissed her more deeply, passionately, and aggressively and she responded in kind.
The alcohol was getting to her, she thought, but she also knew that the ecstasy that was pouring through her veins was something completely new and the more aroused she became, the more aroused she wanted to become.
No one around them paid any notice because it was par for the course at that bar. Men and women could be found throughout the building in various states of embrace and in various states of undress. They were heating up just like countless other couples in the club.
Tanner pulled back and grabbed her by the hand and pulled her through the crowd to the back of the building where the back casual patios were located. They were covered and dimly lit; a perfect location for some public intimacy.
Just inside the shadows there was a row of abandoned picnic tables and that is where they were headed. Nicole’s head was swimming; her mind and heart alike were racing because she was headed into uncharted territory for her. The most public display of anything that could resemble affection was a brief kiss in a parked car at the mall.
When they reached the table, he spun her around and lifted her onto the table itself and he managed his way between her knees and he resumed his kissing fervor. She responded by wrapping her legs around him and grabbing hold of the back of his head by the hair. Her body was on autopilot; her mind completely disengaged from what was happening and what she was allowing to happen.
Tanner felt her willingness, her hunger as it equaled his. He pushed his hand between her legs and could feel the heat and wetness of her crotch. He was throbbing hard at that point, his cock hungry for her and he craved it so deeply that it was has though his cock had become self-aware.
He pulled her off of the picnic table and unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to her ankles. He did the same with her panties and spun her around and bent her over the picnic table.
“Oh, my God,” she exclaimed from both shock and pleasure.
He pushed her legs apart with his hand and rammed two fingers inside of her. She let out another moan so loud that she drew the attention of others who were sharing moments of intimacy. His fingers went inside of her easily, as she was more than ready for him to enter her.
He unzipped his pants and let them fall to his knees and with his free hand, he grabbed the shaft of his erection and guided the head between her legs and as he slowly, deliberately entered her, his head started to become dizzy and his balls tensed. She was a perfect fit, and as he stroked, he could feel her squeezing and milking him.
She let out another moan and without seeing it, they had drawn a crowd.
He was pounding away at her like a teenage boy and he could feel the tension inside of her and her juices trickling down his balls. It was one of the most erotic and satisfying moments of his life and it made him pound harder, but not faster. With each monumental thrust, her ass would jiggle forward and back under the pressure of his hips.
Finally, without warning, she burst into a groan that could only mean that she was beginning to cum hard and loud. She pushed her hips back against him in rhythm with his thrusts and it added intensity to her orgasm; causing her to scream out his name.
Tanner felt his balls tighten up and begin to throb. It was a familiar and welcomed feeling and he threw his head back and groaned like a beast. He erupted inside of her, pumping loads of cum deep inside of her and she felt every drop of it. With the last of the energy he had left, he thrust one last time and pushed out the last of his cum.
As he finished, a faint sound came from around them and they began to take notice. There were people encircling them applauding their work and one woman was even on her knees giving head to her boyfriend while he applauded. When he came, he came all over her face and then she turned to give the man next to her boyfriend head.
As Nicole gathered her senses, she realized that she had an audience and her first instinct was to stand up quickly and scream. She realized that she was through the proverbial looking glass at that point and there was not use in fighting it.
She waited for him to pull out and pull his pants up before standing up and pulling her pants and panties up as well.
The applause died down and the audience dispersed with the exception of the woman with cum on her face as she was still on her knees, awaiting the next load to be deposited.
Tanner and Nicole looked at each other and the embarrassment began to kick in. Nicole could not believe what had just happened and how she allowed herself to be put in such a situation. She could feel him seeping out of her and soaking her panties and that made her even more aroused, but the anxiety tripled.
Tanner looked at her and smiled and then kissed her softly on the forehead. He was feeling something surge through his heart and his body reacted with
more sweating and the urge to hang his head.
Tanner was having a moment of conscience. He had defiled the pretty rose and had done so in a public setting and for that, he was feeling something along the lines of guilt and regret. As he looked into her eyes and saw her embarrassment, he spoke.
“I’m sorry, Nicole,” he whispered to her sweetly.
“I should never have done such a thing to you.”
The look on Nicole’s face lit up; a cloud lifting off of her shoulders and being replaced with relief.
“You didn’t rape me, Tanner,” she said as she held his arm.
“As you could tell, I rather enjoyed it.”
She winked at him and they made their way back through the crowd in the club and out to the parking lot. They climbed into his Chevelle and they were headed her home.
