by Sahara Kelly
Shivering away from the icemaker, she looked at herself in the mirror. She tore a few more pieces of toilet paper loose from the roll and dabbed the wetness from above her lip and around her eyes.
There was a man out there that might be able to help her in more ways than one. He fit her criteria, he was breathing and was attractive to look at. That was a plus. But she didn’t want to get involved. Lissa wasn’t interested in polite conversation either. She had started this trip to get out and be free. To let loose some restraints and find the inner woman who had been suppressed for so long. There was about twenty years of pent-up aggression and passion to let loose on some unsuspecting men. If they thought the mechanical bull was a tough ride, they hadn’t met her, yet.
She returned from the tiny ladies’ room almost as wet as when she went in.
“So you’re headed out west, too?” He asked as she slid back onto the bench.
She nodded, sending a shower of droplets over the back of the seat. “Yep.” Eyeing the coffee in front of her, she sipped, sighed, and smiled her thanks.
“How are you going to get there since your car’s broken down?”
“Good question.” She narrowed her eyes. “At this moment, I’m so frustrated with the whole damn thing, I’m getting close to making a pretty scandalous offer to anybody who offered to fix it.”
“Well, damn. I’ll get the check!” A quick grin crossed his face.
She had definitely caught his attention and a little shiver crossed her pussy that had nothing to do with the chill of sitting around in wet clothes. This was what it was all about. Meeting someone by chance. Feeling—something starting to build, an interest or whatever it was. Arousal maybe. Desire. A twitch in her groin that said, “Mmm. Definite possibility.”
Lissa stared at him. “Cute. I like a good sense of humor. You going to give me a ride back to my car to get my motor started?” Daringly, she leaned forward and swirled her finger around the lip of his water glass.
He looked out the window into the murk. “I dunno. It’s pretty bad out there.”
“Look…if you’ve got some little roadster or something, then forget it.” She made as if to leave.
“Oh, I can handle the weather. Got a truck. Four-wheel drive.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“Just trying to decide if I want to go out in that shit again.”
She bit her lip. “You want money?”
“No.” He paused and shot her an intense look. “Do you?” The question was loaded, and Lissa didn’t mistake his meaning.
“No.”
“Okay. Glad that’s settled.”
“So about seeing if we can get my car started…” First things first.
“Vroom, vroom.” He made racecar noises and shifted an invisible gear. His motor seemed to be running just fine. Lissa’s was purring like a kitten and she grinned to herself. Something about cats and women—must be the pussy thing. She wondered how he felt about pussy. And whether she was going to get a little action going with him. This was where it was going to get tricky.
Lissa was no slut. And she was going to do her best to make sure she didn’t come off like one either. She’d been surprised but kind of glad he’d asked about money, since it had given her the chance to subtly stress she was no hooker looking for a quick fifty bucks.
But she’d had enough of the polite world, and never could quite see why a woman was looked down on for going after what she wanted, while a man was praised as a stud. After all, the result was the same, wasn’t it?
Hot, mind-blowing sex. Did it really matter a whole lot who did the asking?
She risked another glance at the man sitting across from her as he pulled out his wallet and tossed a couple of bills onto the table. He’d been helpful, but not polite. He’d stared at her nipples like he’d never seen a pair before, and hadn’t apologized for doing it either. Which was a refreshing change.
Possibly, just possibly, here was a man she could really use. In so many ways. All she had to do was figure out how. And wasn’t that going to be fun? With that thought uppermost in her mind, Lissa finished her coffee, god-awful though it was, and followed him out of the diner into the night.
~~~~~
At first it was strangely quiet between them. They walked towards Steve’s truck just smiling back and forth. Thoughts swirled in Steve’s head. Who, what, where, why and how? And how was more appropriate. He could think of a lot of ways to screw Lissa. But, he was a gentleman and not a roadside stalker.
It’s funny how being alone on the road skewed one’s mind. Not seeing a woman in a while had affected other things too, like his cock, which was busy twitching as the thoughts of dancing nipples scurried through his mind.
“What’s your name?” Lissa asked, interrupting his thoughts.
“Steve Mitchell. And no, I’m not running away. Just enjoying some peace and quiet. Or at least I was…” Knowing he sounded like a complete idiot, he tried to cover his gaffe. “So that sounds weird. I just don’t want you to think I’m escaping from…you know what, I’m going to shut up now. I’m only making it worse.” He trudged through the slush as he answered, noticing her jacket was offering little or no protection from the lousy weather. She was really soaked.
“How about you?” He figured a little conversation wouldn’t hurt.
“Lissa—Henderson. And I’m not running away either.” She paused. “From anything.” They reached his parking space. “Nice. You live in this?” Lissa walked next to Steve past the cab of his truck to the large white trailer.
Steve grinned and indulged in a little bragging about the rig he’d bought before leaving on his trip. “I’ve got a big-ass engine in the truck so it can haul ten of these damn things if it has to. The trailer is top of the line and sleeps six in a pinch. It’s one of the biggest they make.” He smiled and looked at Lissa. “So, what d’you think?”
She shook her head. “Men and their toys. Compensating for anything?” She walked around the front of the truck and waited for him to unlock the door.
Soon the truck was running and the warmth from the heater slowly thawed her bones.
Steve reached behind her and tossed things around behind the seat.
Oh shit, he’s grabbing a gun. Lissa slid her hand in her bag and grabbed the can of pepper spray. Just in case.
“Here.” He tossed a towel into her lap. It was a little dirty but she could actually dry off her hair.
She pointed the way to her car. She guessed her hair resembled a porcupine after she had rubbed the towel over it, but what the hell.
The sleet was falling even heavier now and Steve worried about traction on the road since he’d forgotten to put the chains on. Finally he pulled into the deserted rest area with a sigh of relief.
“Oh, look at this fucking idiot. Some people are so stupid. The hood’s open and now there’s sleet all over the engine. What a…” Steve stopped. He turned to the woman sitting rigidly next to him as the truth hit him like a sledgehammer. “This is your car, isn’t it?” There goes my chance to get lucky.
“Yeah. You know you need to think about not talking so much. There are much better uses for that mouth than pointing out the obvious.”
Steve rolled his truck to a stop and began rummaging behind the seat.
Lissa hopped out of the truck and he heard the sound of her feet as she landed in a large mud puddle. What next? This woman is not having a good day.
Just then a loud rumble of thunder echoed through the air and the storm pounded them with sleet the size of hail. It was getting colder by the second, and without a doubt snow was on the way.
Steve pulled the hood of his slicker over his head and walked to the car. Lissa clenched her fists, raised her face to the pounding elements and vented with a scream. “Fucking bastard, son of a bitch, goddamn cocksucking…”
Steve turned around. “Who, me?”
“No, you idiot. This is the last straw in a really fucked-up day.”
“Oh, well, that’s a relief. Let me get this hood closed or you’ll never get this thing running again. It’s going to need to dry out before we even try starting it.”
Lissa hit the auto-unlock and opened her car door and trunk. After getting two bags from the dark depths, she got into the car and swung her purse across her body. It hit the horn, making it blare loudly.
Steve’s world turned upside down and he saw stars. Lissa peered out at the funny sound coming from the front of her car. She hit the horn again.
The loud thunk was followed by a scream rivaling the thunder, and thereafter by some profanity that would make most rap singers proud.
Steve stood up unsteadily, slammed the hood and looked at Lissa. He rubbed his head, trying to ease the ache and check that his brains were still where he’d left them. Then, he calmly moved towards the window and smiled. “Quit hitting the fucking horn. It works, okay?”
He strode off, not offering to carry the bag or even see if she followed. Fuck it. Women are basically trouble wrapped up with breasts and pussies.
Driving back from Lissa’s car, they ended up outside Steve’s trailer, since there was no place else to go. He faced the inevitable. No cell signal, her car was deader than any doornail he’d ever seen and the weather sucked. There were no options. He had a roommate for the night. He parked the truck in the empty turnoff, and led her over to where his trailer was standing next to the power lines designed for just that convenience.
“Here. Come on in.” So it wasn’t gracious. But hell, at least she’d be dry.
Unlocking the door to the trailer, Steve followed Lissa up the steps, eyes noting the way her wet dress clung to her round ass. He quickly shook off the thought. So she was a flirt and hot to trot. Not what he was looking for right now.
She glanced around as she stepped inside. About twenty feet long, the trailer had a bed at one end with a bathroom along the side of the tiny kitchen. The dining table was at the other end.
“You go ahead and get dry.” He nodded at the bathroom. “I’ll get the extra bed ready.” Steve moved away from her.
“Ready for what?”
“I’ll crash in here and let you have the better bed. This one is okay but the one up front is the most comfortable.”
Lissa rummaged in one of her bags and found a towel and a handful of dry clothes. “All right. Thanks.”
She disappeared into the tiny room and Steve moved around his little portable home, unlocking the cleverly interlaced puzzle that produced a dining table and a respectably sized bed. He absolutely refused to think about what she might be doing. Or how hot her ass had looked beneath that clingy damp skirt.
~~~~~
Lissa peeked through the crack of the door. Steve’s back was wide and solid and she licked her lips as she noted the flex of his arms. For a woman who just wanted a physical relationship, Steve was a pretty good place to start. Her wet panties got wetter. The chill in the air made her nipples hard and seeing him bend over to flatten out the cushions made them ache.
His body was just right for sex, hard in all the right places. And he looked like the type who’d give her a damn good ride. This was what it was all about. Breaking free.
No dates, no phony conversation, just good old fucking. And lots of it. This was the right moment, the right place and damned if she hadn’t found the right man. Now all she had to do was take him. Yeah. Take him. She grinned, liking the sound of that.
She eased into her tiny pajama shorts and a cropped top. This wasn’t the time for subtlety or leaving anything to his imagination. She knew what she wanted and it was in his jeans. His tight, damp jeans.
She checked herself in the small mirror and cupped her breasts in her hands, lifting them and creating a pretty damned impressive cleavage. Time to show off, girls. Lissa is gonna get her goodies.
~~~~~
The door to the bathroom opened and Lissa stepped out just as Steve finished peeling off his shirt.
“I’ll sleep in…” He looked up and stopped dead, seeing her reflection in the mirror in front of him. She was in her pajamas, if that’s what they were. She’s fucking gorgeous.
Contemplating his next move, he felt a delicate touch on his back. Lissa’s fingers traced his muscles and sent darts of arousal through his spine. Half naked, his torso bare, he felt vulnerable. He was also getting the most rigid hard-on he had in years. It had been a long time since he felt this aroused. He had to be calm. Think football, football.
Warm lips kissed his shoulder and two hands glided around to the front of his abdomen and up to his chest.
Uh-oh.
The feel of her breasts against his back sent his head spinning. She was driving him crazy. “Lissa, what are you doing?”
“Whatever I want to. You can stop me, I suppose, but I don’t want you to.” Her hands dropped and she grasped his crotch, squeezing his cock. “Doesn’t feel like this wants me to stop either.”
Ten-yard penalty for illegal use of hands.
She breathed approval against his neck. “We did discuss fucking, didn’t we?”
She squeezed again, sending a shiver up Steve’s back. When she unfastened the top button of his pants and lowered the zipper, he gasped with relief. She had total control over him and the storm outside paled next to the fire beginning to rage inside the trailer.
“Turn around.” It was a command that Steve obeyed like some kind of sexual slave. She was in charge and they both knew it. With just the tip of her finger she pushed him backwards onto the bed with a thump. Lissa stepped close and looked down at him.
She was so damn sexy, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off her beautiful body. He could see the aroused tips of her nipples poking through the thin material of her top and leaned forward, nuzzling them through her shirt. He wanted to toy with them and he nibbled through the fabric.
Lissa moaned and closed her eyes as he reached for her, grasping her round ass. She pulled away a little, and Steve pulled her back towards him, finding the top of her shorts with his fingers. Rolling them down past her ass, the wet center clung to her pussy for a moment. He gave them a tug and they fell to the floor revealing the dark patch of hair. The fragrance of her desire filled his lungs. Now he had a hard-on in desperate need of finding a home. And he knew just where it was—right between those toned thighs.
“Lie down.” Lissa panted.
Steve obeyed, never letting his gaze leave hers.
Slipping her hand between her legs, she rubbed her index finger between the lips of her pussy then knelt down between Steve’s legs as they hung over the end of the bed.
She tugged his pants down a little, smiling as his cock strained against his underwear. She set it free with a springing throb.
“Now, about that fucking…” Lissa raised her wet finger to Steve’s lips, letting him taste her pussy.
As soon as his lips wrapped around that finger, she lowered her own lips down the length of his swollen cock.
“Oh, fuck.” Steve closed his eyes, knowing his goose was cooked. In fact, the pop-up timer was about to explode.
The rapid movement of her mouth sucking his engorged cock was enough to make him lose control and almost pass out in ecstasy. She let him slide free of her mouth, grabbing his cock in her hand and licking the head like a lollipop.
She must have spent a lot of her childhood practicing on all-day suckers, because she moved her lips over him with consummate skill. Her tongue caressed him, slipping up and down and seeking out those particularly sensitive spots that made his breath catch in his throat.
“Jesus…” He choked as she found one of those spots right beneath the ridged head and laved it enthusiastically.
Words failed him as she lowered her mouth and found his balls, licking them and delicately sucking each of them in turn into her mouth, only to release them and return to his cock once more.
It was divine torture, and Steve fought the urge to just let go and blow everything he had into her mouth. Not yet…not yet…third dow
n and five…
Shit. Whatever idiot had come up with the idea that thinking about sports would distract a man from orgasm, obviously hadn’t been having his cock sucked at the time. He gritted his teeth and tried to count the number of panels on the ceiling. He failed since his eyes kept rolling around like marbles.
Finally, she gave him a last long lick from base to tip and he groaned. I’m so not gonna be able to hold on.
“You have something for me?” Her voice shocked him out of his lust-filled stupor.
“You’re holding it in your hand…” Steve wondered what she meant.
“Silly. I mean do you have any condoms?”
Steve smiled painfully. “Oh…in that drawer there. I’ll get…ouch…”
Lissa grabbed his cock between her fingers and squeezed. “Uh-uh, you stay put. I’ll get it.”
She stood up, wetness gleaming between her legs and on her tight curls and tossed Steve a condom. “Put that on.”
As he fumbled with the wrapper, she pulled her short shirt up over her head revealing perfect breasts. God, she was beautiful.
“You okay there, big fella?”
“Yeah, a little out of practice I guess.” Steve rolled the rubber down his straining cock and looked back up at Lissa as she shook her head, letting her damp hair fly around her head.
She was amazing—nude, sexy and nasty. She sucked her fingertip and then slowly lowered it down the front of her body leaving a trail of wetness. It also marked the road leading to her pussy. “So…you wanna fuck?”
Before Steve spoke, his cock answered with a bobbing nod.
She stared at him. “Damn. My pussy really wants to be fucked by you. You think you can handle me?”
“Christ, you are so hot. I just haven’t…”
As Steve stuttered, Lissa stepped forward and straddled him. With a long, steady descent she lowered herself onto his cock, breathing hard as he filled her.
