by Powerone
Final Surrender
by Powerone
CHAPTER 1
A Past No One Knew
It had been years since she was home. Carrie was ashamed she wasn't there when
her mother died. The end came quickly, one minute her mother was in the hospital with
Carrie hurrying to finish last minute loose ends so she could visit, the next minute she was listening to the news. Her mother had passed away last night. Carrie still didn't understand all of the circumstances but it was too late for anything but regrets. She was gone. Carrie was finally going home, not to visit, but to bury her mother and settle her estate.
Carrie's father disappeared from both of their lives when she was small. Her mother
tried to raise Carrie the best she could, but they disagreed more and more as Carrie
became a teenager. Most girls disagreed with their mothers, but their relationship became strained. At the young age of seventeen, Carrie suddenly left home one night. It was three years before Carrie contacted her mother and the first meeting was hard for both of them.
Carrie stayed in contact with her mother after that, but it was mainly by telephone once a month and only one trip back home. That trip was two years ago, Carrie had surprised her mother at Christmas time. She should have recognized the difference, her mother was
looking older and tired, but Carrie didn't say anything. Carrie stayed a week and then left the small town on the Atlantic Ocean once again.
Tybee Island was about 14 miles from Savannah, Georgia. A small speck of land on
the Atlantic Ocean, it was less than 3 square miles, home to 3,000 people. In spite of the boom for the last few years, Tybee Island still retained its small town charm. And small town problems. The locals ran the town as if it was not connected to the rest of the world, with Carrie always running afoul of them. This visit was no exception.
At five feet six inches, her red hair made her stand out in a crowded room. It was the richest, deepest red, and her skin was pale and flawless. Her figure had bloomed at an early age, full firm breasts almost out of place on a fifteen-year-old girl. Her hips matured and with a tight ass, she swayed seductively, though Carrie failed to recognize the effect she had on men. She left town the first time before she could get into too much trouble, but on her last visit, she was not so lucky. Now twenty-five, Carrie grew more beautiful each year. Her thick, lush hair shined deep red in the sun and set off her pale white skin.
She wore dark sunglasses to cover her eyes. She still dressed rather modestly, moving to another small town after leaving Tybee Island, not liking the sophisticated lifestyle of the city. Her green eyes sparkled when you talked to her, her lips succulent as she spoke.
Many men lusted after her, but Carrie strayed from one man to the next without ever
attaching to anyone in particular. She was still looking for Mister Right, but she wasn't sure what his qualifications were.
She had been home for four days, that last trip, finally going out on Friday night. Her mother had been too much to take that many days in a row. What friends she had when
she was young had long left the small town for the opportunities of the big city. She went to Rascal's, one of the small bars clustered on Butler Street. It was off-season for the tourists, so it wasn't very crowded, less than fifty people in the whole place. She felt half of the men's eyes on her as she walked in, her short, tight skirt highlighting her most
admirable asset, the gentle sway of her ass hypnotizing them. She sat at the bar for a drink, crossing her legs, her skirt rising high up her thighs.
"Scotch and soda," she said to the bartender, an older man, probably the owner. "And good scotch," she added as he went to pick up the generic scotch bottle. He picked up the ten-year-old scotch, poured a generous shot and then a shot of club soda on the ice. He put it down on a cocktail napkin in front of her. Carrie slipped a twenty-dollar bill onto the bar.
"It's taken care of," he said, pushing her twenty back at her. "It's not often we get anything as sweet as you in here. I don't think your money will be any good tonight." She would be good for business, the guys would flock to his place if she came in every night.
He hadn't seen her before, though she did look familiar. He just couldn't place her. He left her alone, many of the male patrons eager to slide into the empty seat next to her.
"Now I would have remembered a pretty little thing like you," said a man's voice with the familiar Southern drawl that she remembered. She looked at him, an older man, early forties, a local by his demeanor. He sat on the stool next to her, his eyes on her near naked legs, making no attempt to hide his blatant lust.
"Just visiting," she nodded to him. "Am I to thank you for this drink?" She figured the first one to slide up to the bar would be the one that bought the drink.
"I couldn't let you buy your own drink. That would be a sin." His eyes moved up to the thin sweater that would do little to keep her warm, but did an excellent job of highlighting her firm breasts. She was a real prize for this time of year. He shifted in the bar stool, his cock was bunched up in his pants, but he was afraid of being so crude to shift it around while she was watching.
It never bothered her that she attracted older men, in fact she tended to like them
better. Boys her age tended to only want to get into her panties. Once their lust was
satisfied, she would find their interests in her fading fast. Older men tended to lavish more attention on her, wanting to please her before they were pleasured. However, they all
wanted their pleasure from her. She had read many psychology books, sure that there
was hidden meanings in all of this. Carrie was looking for a father figure that had been missing from her life, commitment issues, older men were more likely to be married and did not want a firm commitment. She never believed any of them. She just liked the
attention. And this one was definitely paying lots of attention to her, his eyes traveling over her body. "Carrie," she said pushing her hand out to him.
"Jessie," he said taking her soft hand in his, feeling her firm grip, wishing it was gripping his cock instead of his hand. "Nice grip. I like a woman that can hold things tight,"
hoping that she would get the sexual innuendo. Could he get lucky with such a hot young thing tonight, his cock kept jerking in the tight confines of his jeans? He was still in good shape for his age, handsome and single as of last year when his wife left him for good. It was because of his love of work, not another woman that drove her off.
He finally released her hand, Carrie was trying to ignore his blatant sexual overture. It was too early and she did not have enough liquor in her system to even think about such a thing. She looked at him, handsome in a rugged sort of way. He kept good care of his
body, his arms still bulging with muscles, his jeans tightly drawn over firm thighs.
Whatever he did, he did it well. She had to catch herself from looking down at the front of his pants. That would be too bold. "You live on Tybee Island?" Carrie tried to keep the conversation light.
"For a year or so." Jessie responded, not wanting to tell much about himself. The locals knew what he did, it was rare during the winter that he could find a woman that didn't know and wouldn't be put off by his occupation. "Are you staying in town long?"
"One or two more days then I have to go home." The bartender turned on the
jukebox, a few couples were already dancing to the slow music he picked out. Carrie
almost thought she could see the lights dimming.
"How about a dance?" Jessie didn't wait for an answer, gripping her hand, his eyes on her legs as he turned her until she moved off the bar stool, a generous amount of bare leg revealed made his cock jump in pleasure.
against his. For someone his size, she found him fluid on the dance floor, gliding gently along to the music. His hands held her firmly against him, the unmistakable bulge in his pants pressed hard against her. It had been a while since she felt a man's hard cock
pushed against her, not an altogether uncomfortable feeling. Or an unwelcome one.
It had been a year since Jessie had a woman, many more years since he felt a young
firm body such as this one. He pulled her tight against him, her breasts pushed into his hard chest, his hands low on the small of her back pushing her against his cock. He began to move, his hips moving from side to side, but his firm cock stayed pressed hard against her pussy as they danced. She didn't try to push him away, Jessie growing bolder as the music played, his hand sliding down to cup her buttocks his hips moving from side to side in a sensuous masturbation. She pressed her head down on his shoulder, gliding along
with him as if they were already joined at the hips.
She felt her pussy grow wet as his cock slid back and forth over her sex, her buttocks held powerfully by his hands, guiding her movements in a slow sensual rubbing against
each other, little excuse for a dance. She ignored the people watching her, not caring as she put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure that was
washing over her body.
After two dances, they went back to the bar, Jessie's hand still around her waist as
though they were lovers. They both had another drink, needing to quench the heat that
built up as they danced. They talked, mostly idle chatter and small talk, the music
continuing in the background. Jessie put his hand on her leg, Carrie making no attempt to move it away, Jessie making no attempt to go any farther. He could feel the heat of her flesh in his hand.
His hand slid onto her leg, his fingers curled along the inside of her thigh. She
subconsciously let her legs part, but Jessie didn't move his hand, his firm grip on her thigh making her pussy wet with desire. God, how could she be getting so hot? She should
leave, run away from this place before things went too far. She couldn't jump into bed with the first man she met in the town. After all, her mother lived here, sure to find out about it after she left. That's the thing with small towns. Everyone knew everyone's business. He pulled her up again as their third drink arrived, Carrie already feeling a bit lightheaded.
She pressed in against Jessie's body as they turned onto the dance floor, feeling the
familiar presence of his cock against her pussy.
Her body felt as though it belonged against his, her breasts rubbing against his chest, the hard nipples feeling like pebbles on his chest. Her hips swept up and pushed hard
onto his cock, moving back and forth in a not so subtle masturbation. He could hear her moaning as his cock rubbed her pussy, her body pressed hard against him. They danced
like this for five minutes, the other men getting more impatient, many of them trying to cut in, not caring who he was.
It felt too good, Jessie taking her breath away as he held her body so tight and
decisive. She was almost ready to jump him, wanting to feel that hard cock inside her
belly, his powerful thrusts as he fucked her hard. She had to stop this, Carrie was unable to stop the pleasure that raced through her body. She couldn't bed down with a local. The next man that tapped Jessie's shoulder to cut in was her excuse. She pulled back,
breaking the closeness between them. "Please," she asked Jessie.
Jessie hated to let her go, but he couldn't turn down those big green eyes. He let her go, returning to the bar to nurse his drink. There was still the rest of the night. She would be back. He looked at her, jealous as she danced with the next man, her ass swaying so sensuously as he imagined his cock rubbing against her sex as they danced. His beeper
vibrated in his pocket, Jessie jumping as he felt the rush of adrenalin hit his body. He took out his cell phone, dialing the familiar number. "Yes," he answered with hesitation. "I'll be there in five minutes." Shit, he hated his job at times like this. He got up, paying the bar bill. "Tell her I was called away on business." He waited for a second as he talked to the bartender. "But don't tell her where." Even though she was leaving soon, he still hoped for a chance. He got up, Carrie not even noticing as he walked out into the cool air of the night. He got into his jeep, driving the short distance to the office.
Carrie went back to the bar, finding the bar stool next to her empty, looking around,
Jessie not in sight. She called over the bartender. "Have you seen Jessie?"
"He said he had to go to work." He felt sorry for Jessie, already another man filling the seat next to her, all wanting to be with her.
For the next two hours, Carrie endured the string of men that tried to take Jessie's
place at her side. She didn't know why, but no one could do that. It wasn't that she was so attracted to Jessie. She just didn't want to start all over again. With Jessie it had already gone farther than she had wanted, she did not want to be tempted again. By the fifth drink, her brain was already a bit foggy, Carrie was ready to quit and go home. It was a little past midnight. Her mother's house was only a couple of miles away, the roads in Tybee Island were deserted at this hour during off-season. She normally wouldn't drive if she was at home, but this place was deserted. Carrie was sure that she could drive all right to get to her mothers. She put her original twenty back in her purse and stood up to leave. She
stood for a moment, catching her balance.
"You okay to drive?" The bartender saw her waver as she stood up. "Want me to try to get you a cab?" It would be tough to find a cab at this hour of the night when it was off-season.
Carrie got her balance as she picked up her purse. "Thanks, I'm only a mile or so away. I'll be fine." She fished for the keys to the rental car as she walked out of the bar, the cool air of the night quickly sobering her up. She pulled her coat on as she slid into her car not noticing the car across the street, the lone occupant watching her.
Jessie parked across from the bar, kitty corner so the car was out of direct view. The engine was running as he sipped his second cup of coffee. He was called into work when the regular staff called in sick. Jessie was always available even though he hated pulling himself away from Carrie. It still might not be too late if things went as he thought. He had been there for over a half an hour. It was a slow night with nothing to do. He spilled his coffee out the window when he saw the door open from the bar, Carrie was coming out,
clutching her keys. He looked around, the streets were deserted. He saw the way she
walked, she had a little too much alcohol. That would make it much easier, her reactions would be slower and she'd be unable to defend herself. His hand dropped to his cock,
rubbing his hard member as he thought of what he would do to her once she was in his
clutches. She would have to pay and what better way than with her body. It mattered little if she consented, he would take what he wanted. There would be little she could do about it. He put the car into gear as she pulled out. He only had a few miles to put his plan into action, knowing the best spot, the most deserted spot where few would see what
transpired.
Carrie gunned the engine, almost too much as she pulled out into the dark, deserted
streets, the tires screeching. She went down the main street, taking a left on the road along the coastline, it was deserted at night and the beaches were empty. She watched
the center stripe as she drove, noticing that she veered slightly off course before she corrected her driving, glad she was almost home. "Shit!" The blue and red lights of the car behind her lit up the inside of her car. She looked at the center divider, her car was a little too muc
h over on the wrong side. She turned the wheel, almost too much, the right tires catching the gravel at the side of the road as she slowed down. The car pulled behind her, Carrie turned off the engine as she waited for the officer. She took out some gum, shoving it in her mouth as she chewed quickly, hoping to kill some of the smell of liquor on her breath. She couldn't get another ticket, especially a DUI. She already had one point for speeding, a DUI would kill her insurance and her license and she needed her license. She didn't want to have to count on someone else to drive her. Shit, shit, shit! She should have never driven. It was long minutes before she heard the police car door open, the crackling of voices on his radio breaking up the quietness of the night. Carrie rolled down her
window as the flashlight bounced off the glass. She looked over, blinded by the bright light shining in her face. She wanted to protest, but was scared of offending him.
"License and registration Ma'am," the Southern drawl was prominent in his husky voice as though he had practiced this a thousand times. He watched as she fumbled in
her purse, finally finding her drivers license and the rental agreement for the car in the glove box. She handed them to him without saying a word. This would be easier than he
thought. He looked at them, putting them on the hood of the car with his clipboard. "I observed you driving erratically Ma'am. I suspect you of driving while under the influence.
You have a choice of blood, urine, or a breath test. If you consent to the breath test, I will administer it now. If you choose either blood or urine, I will take you to the local hospital for testing." He waited for her response.
She knew she wouldn't pass any of them, at least the breath test would be quick. Her
mind raced to find a way out of this. "The breath test," her voice breaking as she said it.
She started to get out of the car, but his voice stopped her.
"Remain in the vehicle. Turn your head this way." He shined the light in her face as he took the Breathalyzer from his belt. It already had a sterile mouthpiece. "Open your mouth." His cock grew thick as her lips opened, wishing it was his cock that was going in those sweet lips. He put the mouthpiece between her wet, silky lips. "Blow until I tell you to stop."
