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Driven

By: Native Tear



He walked in the house chatted momentarily with the kids nothing serious just normal chit chat. The kids knew we were going out that night and they wanted to know how long we were going to be gone. Movies and pizza with tons of popcorn and soda was ready for them to devour their few hours of freedom away from the watchful eye of "Mom." Several hours was their answer. The normal stern "be careful" was issued from him. Even though not their children he still cared for them greatly and as I listened from the hallway my heart flipped slightly at his concern. I had no idea what was planned, most of our "dates" had been stay at home types as of late but when he called me from work and asked me to be ready I was more then willing. 

He looked up and as his eyes light up I knew I had reached the desired effect. The simple blue jean skirt and burgundy lace top went well together the skirt slightly shorter then what I liked showed off my legs. He liked my legs I knew. They were encased in black nylons attached to the black garter that rode on my hips. The heels finished off giving my legs a longer look then normal. I smiled at him and walked to him slowly giving him a gentle hello kiss. My lipstick was stay on so I knew there would be no smudge but I looked to make sure a soft laugh escaped my lips. My eyes looked deeper and greener with the way I applied the light coat of shadow, my lashes long were darkened with mascara. Very little make up just enough to enhance was her rule. Her hair flowed loose in back pinned at the sides giving me a youthful playful look. I kissed each of the boys and promised that I would be home the playful party jokes passed between and by the time I got out to the truck I was genuinely laughing. 

He watched me as she walked ahead of him. He always loved watching her ass and legs. Not much into heavy women he did find her attractive and for a moment his mind went racing at the thoughts of the night planned ahead. He opened the door for her assisting her into the truck and it was then that he noticed for the first time her breast were bound. He groaned and she looked at him in question. The minx did not know his plans but it seemed that her playfulness was going to help even more. He had planned this night for a long time, they had talked about it several times but he had wanted her to wait until she thought he had forgotten before he sprung it on her. 

They drove up the alley behind a building and then he pulled over. "We need to talk" he said. 

My heart dropping into her stomach. For a moment I thought this was the end of our relationship. I had been expecting it for several months. No real commitment on his part he always gave excuses as to why he didn't want to commit to me. 

Well, I told myself mentally you knew it was coming take it like a woman and remember to thank him for the fun you are after all a lady. 

He opened the door and walked around to my side of the truck. This was not what I expected. He opened my door and held out his hand. Was this going to be his joke his end to bring me not far from my house, dump me and leave me to walk home? A light mist of a rain begun to fall and I thought to myself again Perfect just what I want to be miserable and it rain on my walk home. I placed my hand in his forcing a smile on my face I did not feel. I picked up my purse but he took it from my hands. 

"I said talk not walk" he said and laughed. He walked me to the back of the truck and opened the tailgate. I crawled inside uncomfortable. The skirt and heels made it hard to remain a lady. I should have worn jeans, I thought. 

"Do you remember our talk" he asked as he settled in next to me.

"Um which talk is that we've had umm lets see. thousands" I said a bit sarcastic in a playful way. 

"Ohhh so the little wench thinks she has a voice does she" He said softly his hand reaching out to gently touch my face. He reached out and kissed my lips and as he moved away he slid the gag in place. 

The shock lite my eyes and he smiled. "yeah, that talk" he said with a smile as he pressed me downwards and secured my hands above my head. 

"Such a sweet loving thoughtful woman you are to have done me the kindness of binding my girls" he said as he slowly undid the lace top kissing each bound breast as he did. Securing my legs he reached back up and slide the skirt up baring me to his gaze. 

"So sweet but why the panties love, so very unlike you" he said a bit disappointed as his finger trailed along the outside teasing. Slipping off my heels he set them aside. 

"Nice and sexy but you won't be needing them unless of course your toes get cold" he reached out and gently rubbed each foot before sliding out of the truck and closing the door. 

He got back into the cab of the truck opening the window between us. Turning on the music he begin to drive. I closed my eyes in relaxation. I knew this would be a long night and I should get some sort of rest. 

"Welcome to Mc Donald's drive though may I help you" My eyes shot open. OH Gods what if someone saw me. Though the windows were tinted I still had thoughts of some strange man viewing me from the drive through window. 

"Yes, a number 1 and a number 7 both with large cokes" I wondered briefly what he had ordered. But we pulled forward and the lights suddenly were shining brightly into the back of the truck. I tried to sink down onto the mattress to stay hidden but he leaned back and begun to talk to me. 

"Are you comfortable back there my girl?" he said 

"Oh yeah you can't answer can you" he said laughing. The guy said something I could not catch and I heard him say 

"Oh yeah she's all tied up back there no place to go" then he pulled forward. I smelled the food and heard him roll up the window on his side before driving off. A short time later we pulled up somewhere else. Lights blazing he got out of the truck, walked to the back and lifted the back of the canopy a so that anyone could look in. The huge 7-11 sign showed off to the left. 

"I will be back in a minute" he said and walked off. Mortified I struggled THIS had NOT been talked about. THIS was going over that line. A few minutes later I heard him whistle as he came around to close the door. He got into the truck and begun to drive again. For what seemed like forever I waited for him to stop again half hoping and half fearing that the police would stop him. How would I explain? Would I explain? My anger and frustration had given way to a bit of fear now. I kept reminding myself. I trust this man. I trust this man... 

We drove for a while me in the back all tied up and him in the front listening to music singing softly. Soon the roads turned bumpy and I knew we had left the even pavement and that meant most likely the security of close people. He brings the truck to a stop and turns everything off. He hops out and comes around opening the back of the truck again. I can look over his shoulder and see the outline of trees and the stars up above. It's a rather pretty spot from what I can make out. I look at him my anger still with me, no not anger I tell myself, humiliation and fear. He crawls into the back of the truck and lightly caresses my breast bringing his head down he takes my right nipple in his mouth and licks it. ' Um I always like the way you taste" he said and I shivered a moment. 

"Here I have you all tied up and no where to go, and all for my taking" His voice sounded almost sinister as he tenderly rubbed his hands along both my bound breast lightly flicking both hard nipples. He slides on hand down between my legs. 

"oh so wet and hot" he said crudely 

"just the way I like you this means your really going" with that he pinches my clit softly twisting lightly. Then he gently begun to massage my thighs. 

"So tell me Kyt this is the one time I will allow you to speak if we continue. Do you wish to continue?" with that he reached up and lightly took the gag off my mouth. I lick my lips and swallow hard my eyes searching you. 

"Yes, Master I wish for you to fulfill my dream push my limits if you can" With that he leans down and swiftly kisses my lips in a passionate enflamed kiss. Slipping the gag back into place he looks at me 

"Giving you pain will give me pleasure but I want you to know my heart that each stroke of pain rips me as well and you will be rewarded in the end" Dipping his head he bites my neck at the shoulder and I squirm. Hands grabbing at my breast he squeezes them painfully. 

"Already my cock is rock hard thinking of you tied up back here" Swiftly he takes his jeans and pulls them down slightly just enough for his cock to be free and positions over me. 

"I want to feel my release before I give you anything" With that he slams his cock deeply within me causing me to cry out in pain. Not overly large he is enough to hurt me if he doesn't take his time and this was a time when time was not on his mind. Slamming into me he grabbed my breast twisting my nipples painfully. He watched as tears welled in my eyes and fell down my cheek. Thrusting harder he slammed deeply into my tightness groaning loudly. He pulled from behind me the whip and saw the flash of fear and excitement in my eyes. Rising back he let the whip fly across my breast watching as a single long welt showed, again he hit me this time slamming hard into my tight cunt. Over and over this happened hitting in defined areas of my breast light and hard slamming his cock to match the stroke of his whip. I screamed into the gag finally a long painful scream of agony as the whip flipped across my nipples and he slammed into me spilling his seed deeply. 

Taking the gag off he tenderly kisses my lips 'Honey, oh honey" he says softly over and over as his lips travel my face kissing the tears. 

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks. Laying back I shiver the orgasm so intense I cannot think let alone speak. 

Concern clouds your face as you see the distant look in my eyes. "Kyt please honey" Scared that I am lost in flashback you begin to untie me. Already we had spoke of my past of my flashbacks and how when and if they happened you would handle them. 

As you finish loosening the first tie I look at you "Please. continue" the softness of my voice catches you off guard but there is a hint of begging you have never before. You loosen the other tie at my hands and pull me to a sitting position. Holding me close to you you kiss me then lay me back down and untie my legs 

"No please I want to continue" I say softly 

"I need to continue please oh gods please don't stop" the softness and begging still apparent in my voice but you ignore it and me for that matter. You slide my shoes back on and tell me it's time to get out. I crawl to the edge of the bed of the truck tears in my eyes not just from pain but from a longing that I cannot express. I step out with your help not looking at you and begin to fix my top. 

"Did I tell you to do that?" you ask me harshly and I look up at you with a renewed hope in my eyes daring not to hope. I allow my hands to fall to my side. You place the gag back in my mouth and tie the scarves to each of my wrists again. He tied it to where my hands were tied up over my head stretched out and to the top of the truck. Kneeling down he tied my legs spread wide to each of the tires. He reached in and grabbed the whip looking at me as he did so. He walked behind me lightly caressing my ass as he did then he swiftly pulled my skirt down. I wore nothing now but the garter belt and nylons the corset hung loosely along my chest covering nothing more then my stomach. CRACK the whip bit into my skin and I arched my back throwing my head back and screaming into the gag. CRACK the whip flew this time landing between my shoulders bringing a line of fire down my back. Counting to concentrate 2 I say to myself as another scream rips from my lips. 3, 4, 5 .... 9, 10, .... 16. 

My screams turn to hoarse moans until finally the red haze takes over and I slip beyond it into the blackness. My body slumps forward already drained of orgasm after orgasm each fiery hit searing my soul. He walks up unties my hands and leans me against the tailgate of the truck. His hard cock throbbing. He thinks for a moment debating on waiting until I am awake but realizes his own passion has gotten the better of him as he slides deep within me. Never had he felt me so tight and so wet. Even as I was I gripped him tightly to me and he slammed deeply into me over and over lost in his own lust not even feeling my body respond anymore. Placing his hands on my hips he lifts me up and slams me deeply a cry of passion escapes his lips. Loosing the gag a little I finally work it out of my mouth. I feel him spray deep with in me as his hands grip my hips painfully. 

"Better my love" I ask. Pulling out he quickly unties my legs and holds me close to him. He sets me on the edge of the tailgate and rushes back to the cab of the truck. Pulling out a cloth and iodine and water he brings it all back. 

Opening the water he lets me have a sip. "Slow" he says. Then he begins to slowly clean my wounds. Touching lightly followed by kisses as he cleans each spot. Wrapping me in a blanket he pulls me close to him and together we sit back and watch the night sky. I drift peacefully into a light sleep resting in his arms listening to his heart beat.

Driven



Charlotte stepped off the streetcar and onto the curb Friday morning. She inhaled deeply as she stood on the sidewalk. It was just the start of the day yet the air was already warm. The streetcar's air-conditioning had been on the blink and the few windows that had been cracked open had made a negligible difference to the stuffiness on the crowded vehicle.

Inside or outside, air-conditioning or no, it made little difference. It was a hot, humid summer wherever you went.

Charlotte pulled at her simple black skirt and the collar of her white, short-sleeved blouse attempting to free herself from the clingy feeling of the clothes on her skin. She could already feel her long, raven hair slowly going limp under the duress of the heat. She sighed. She'd have to brush the life back into it at the office. Turning, she pulled her sunglasses that had been resting on her head over her eyes and started her 15-minute morning walk from the streetcar stop to her office.

There was actually a stop just around the corner of her building, yet for the last 3 months since she started her job she always got off at a stop a few blocks away. On days like his, with the thermometer heading nowhere but up from the get go, it probably would have been wiser to just go from the streetcar into the office quickly rather than test the resolve of her hair and clothes. However, that would have gone against her routine. If nothing else, on these long summer 9-to-5 days, she had her routine. 

Her office was located in the old warehouse and manufacturing area of the city. At some point, the turn of 20th century low-rise buildings, with their solid, old-style brick designs, were converted into offices and studios. There were only a few exclusive shops and restaurants around. So the sidewalks were rarely ever over-crowded and bustling like other downtown areas which is what Charlotte preferred. Also, a brisk walk was a good, healthy way to start the day and invigorate the body. 

Yeah, right. She was only doing this for her health. Charlotte smirked.

As she rounded a corner, a teasing smile pulled at the edges of her red lips. There was a barely noticeable quickening of her pace as she came upon the towering glass windows of the BMW car dealership. Her steps just as suddenly slowed then halted on the sidewalk as she turned and peered intently through the window and into the showroom like a kid staring into a candy shop. There it was. Her car. Her baby. All of them. 

"Good morning, my pretties," she cooed.

Sleek and sexy lines. Strong and confident colours. Their outer pristine beauty was only surpassed by the beguiling power that Charlotte knew had been deftly engineered under the hoods of these fine machines. She leaned forward slightly, her nose almost touching the glass, eyes transfixed and thoughts lost as she envisioned herself behind the wheel of each one of her dream cars. 

"Dream" was right, of course. No way she'd be able to afford one of them at the moment. Well, if she gave up buying some clothes and ordered nothing but water whenever she went out for lunch or dinner, maybe then she could afford the bi-weekly payments and insurance. The moment she drove it onto the driveway at home, however, her parents would have come out and, whether it was a BMW or a KIA, immediately upped the "parental support payments" or "rent" she had been giving them since the day she graduated from college and found a job. 

The car was simply unattainable from where she stood. She couldn't even bring herself to go in and ask for a test drive. Though to the untrained eye Charlotte may have appeared to be the ideal customer for such high-end cars --young, attractive, professionally attired, Asian-- she figured the sharks in the showroom would smell her receptionist's scent the moment she walked through the door. At least standing outside it was a bit easier to put on airs that she was a successful, viable customer. She didn't need to be condescended to by the middle-aged, snobby, pushy car salesmen. 

Moreover, she couldn't bring herself to face the one decidedly attractive sales associate she looked forward to eagerly catching a glimpse of each day...almost as much as the cars. Noticeably younger than his colleagues, he sported dark brown hair, wavy on top but not slicked, matched by thick brows over invitingly, warm eyes -- Charlotte always saw him from afar so she couldn't quite tell the colour. He had a rich, tanned complexion. His fine suits were cut stylishly around a tall handsome frame. His walk, his nods, his looks all came across as appealingly confident. Charlotte would watch him talk as she stood on the other side of the window and wonder what his voice sounded like and what scent he wore.

He was quite...intriguing.

Okay, so she did look forward to seeing him as much as the cars. It made for quite the sexy combination. Given a choice though, she would have left the man choking on exhaust as she peeled out in her "Beamer". He was an attractive bit of eye-coffee before a day's work. However, it was the cars that made her heart thump.

"Where is he anyway?" Charlotte muttered softly as she bobbed her head, looking through the glass. He was often there early, before the dealership opened. The morning light reflected off the window and, without thinking, she cupped her hands around her eyes like side-blinds and leaned in closer.

Tap, tap, tap. 

The young woman gasped at the sound by her ear and recoiled from the window. All poise was lost to her as she clutched her bag close to her beating heart and her mouth hung ajar. Her head jerked swiftly as she haphazardly adjusted her focus on the source of the tapping. 

Standing casually on the other side of the glass, one hand in his pants pocket, the other still held up close to where he had rapped his knuckles against the window, the man she had been searching for just moments before stood watching her. Now she wished it had been anyone else but him. He leaned in close to the window, his face becoming clear through the reflection, looked down towards her and stretched his lips into a sharp smile. It was undeniably attractive, subtly seductive...and it struck the woman like a brutal punch in the gut.

His dark brows pinched together a little and his smile angled into a more curious grin. Charlotte thought maybe he nodded towards her...or maybe beckoned her with a tilt of his chin...but she didn't wait to be certain. With a snapping-pivot, she strode away from the window, away from the dealership, with a swift step. Along the way, she stared towards the pavement but she only saw his face. She tried to convince herself that her sunglasses had muted her look of surprise. She told herself that the burning feeling she felt in her cheeks and around her neck as they flushed red was from the heat.

"His eyes...they're blue."

Suddenly, Charlotte couldn't even think about the cars anymore.

* * * * * * * * *

"Good-morning, Generation Techs Security Systems, this is Charlotte speaking. How may I direct your call? Certainly. Please hold." The receptionist tapped a few buttons on her "switchboard" then said, "Mr.Kwan? I have Mr.Donnelly at Big Boxes Storage on the line for you. Yes. Just a moment. Hello Mr.Donnelly, I've connected you with Mr.Kwan. You're welcome."

Charlotte pushed another button then leaned back in her chair and sighed a little. It had been three months she had been working at the office yet she still wasn't entirely comfortable. Whenever the phone rang or someone came through the office doors, her spine and neck would stiffen a touch. It probably had something to do with the fact that she never really wanted to be a receptionist. Yet she couldn't really complain about how easily she got it. Her boss, Mr.Kwan, was her uncle. Like her, practically everyone else at the start up I.T. Securities company was either related or friends of family. 

Charlotte had studied I.T. and Business in college so she thought maybe this receptionist gig was a temporary job where she could learn the ropes of her field. Her middling grades in school were telling, though. She had never been clear as to where her career path would take her. As the second daughter and youngest of four, the pressure to find a profession was not as weighty as it had been for her brothers and even her older sister. 

Even the notion of just finding a rich, successful guy and marrying him was never broached that often at the dinner table. There were a lot of young guys at the office but she didn't really have many options for starting a relationship there nor did she need to fend off advances of co-workers. Many of them were her cousins, maybe 2 or 3 times removed but still cousins, nonetheless. Several of other staff were well-entrenched in relationships with high school or college sweethearts. 

As for the remainder: Charlotte was pretty sure she intimidated them. She was attractive, slim, and unusually tall. In heels, she stood over most of the men in the office. Combining her physical presence with her somewhat distant, dark eyes, and cool, detached voice, she knew she came across as unapproachable. She didn't do it deliberately. For some, the attitude of a jaded youth is hard to shake.

She had her share of boyfriends in school. She and they took turns taking one another in and then systematically spitting each other out with increasing ease and nonchalant rapidity. The interest in going to dance clubs and bars waned in her graduating year of college and never returned, replaced by daily workouts at the gym. She hung out with girlfriends shopping or watching movies, but even they were quickly finding partners or worse, actually figuring out what they wanted to do with their lives and focusing all their energy in attaining those goals.

Her goals, at the moment, consisted of attaining a gleaming, 4-tonne, fresh off the line, customized mass of metal, fiberglass, electronics and leather sculpted by Germans into a slick bullet on wheels. 

"Hey Charlotte?" A man in chocolate brown short-sleeves and shorts appeared seemingly out of nowhere standing in front of the reception desk. 

For the second time that morning, the young woman was caught in a bit of a stupor. It only took her a moment to compose herself though, this time. 

She blinked and said, "Good morning, Amir. That time of day already?"

"Yup," the man in the delivery uniform nodded and placed a few small packages and envelopes on the desk. 

The two of them didn't bother with any further curt niceties. Amir held out the electronic pad and Charlotte signed it. She cringed, annoyed with how the digital display made her signature look like "Choking Chains".

Both Amir and Charlotte said "thanks" and "bye", then he was gone.

The woman pulled off her Bluetooth ear-piece and slipped her hand under her long hair and around to the back of her neck. She closed her eyes as she massaged a kink out gently. She was more tense than usual. It had been a busy morning at the office. They had been planning an office open-house for the last few weeks and calls from clients and caterers had been almost non-stop. The usual peace of her reception area was constantly being interrupted by her uncle and other employees as they tried to pull everything together for the evening's showcase. Everyone in the company could dismantle a computer and put it back together wearing blindfolds. Nobody knew where to put the cheese plates for the open-house.

Unsurprisingly, the grunt work for the evening's social was gravitating towards her. Also unsurprisingly, as the hours...the minutes...ticked by, the sense of urgency swelled and the incessant phrase "Charlotte, can you do this, please?" was quickly replaced by, "Charlotte, I want this...now." 

Her internal phone line rang. Quickly slipping her ear-piece in place, Charlotte tapped a button. "Yes?"

"Has the delivery guy come yet?" a voice piped in on the other end.

"He just left," Charlotte said nodding, "You've got a few things here."

"This is Eddie," the voice said.

Charlotte could have rolled her eyes but she didn't bother. "I know it's you, Eddie. I just said that you have--"

"Bring it to me when you can," Eddie, a cousin on her mother's side and the lead programming director for the company, broke in, "Oh before that, I want you to get the delivery guy back. We have something that has to go out ASAP."

Now she rolled her eyes. "It doesn't work that way. I just can't go running--"

"So just call him, no worries," her cousin said, "Then we want you to call the caterers again. One of the clients apparently has an allergy thing with carrots. Make sure there are no carrots on the veggie plates. We don't want to kill a customer."

"No, we don't want to do that," Charlotte replied flatly.

"Also want you to call the building security. Remind them about people coming here after hours tonight. Maybe 20 to 30 guests," Eddie continued.

"Already did that a week ago."

"Just make sure. Bring the things to the Kennel," he said, then hung up.

"I know," Charlotte spoke into dead air. She removed her ear-piece again and resumed rubbing the back of her neck. She sighed, "I already know what everyone else wants."

As that thought passed through her head, she suddenly and surprisingly caught herself smiling. It was a self-mocking smile.

"And since no one's gonna ask: What do you want?" she thought to herself.

She leaned back into her chair and stretched out. Then with a subtly wincing groan, she reached forward and scooped the packages from her desk. "I want a car!" she groused aloud. It usually was her mantra on days such as this. She would say it over and over with visions of model BMW's slowly spinning on display turntables in her mind. Except this morning, the cars actually took a backseat in her thoughts.

She had a clear look at him that morning. No longer standing at a distance, she had a good look at his face: his high-bridged nose, squared-off and immaculately shaven chin, long-lined lips...and his blue eyes perfectly set within a dark, handsome face. The eyes were the last puzzle piece, never having had a close look at them. Now his image had become indelible...and it made her pulse run as fast as the cars she dreamed about. She didn't even know who he was. The unexpected impulses she had toward him culminated solely from a raw, physical image of the man. 

And now he was aware of her. That vestige of anonymity had been broken that morning, those eyes acknowledging her presence, that deliberate smile speaking something to her. She knew --in that brief moment she knew-- those eyes of his weren't the type to forget, and that smile... 

She couldn't face him. Just another unattainable item.

Already thinking about the disappointment of having to change her morning walking routine, Charlotte drifted along the hallway of the office and passed through a couple of doors, entering the "Kennel". Nothing like its canine associated namesake, the nerve center of the firm was a large studio boxed by rows of windows spilling in natural light, 15-foot high ceilings with huge fans slowly spinning overhead, and exposed brick walls. The harshness of desks and cubicles were softened by careful floor-planning and strategically placed potted plants and small trees. It was warm and inviting. Even the controlled chaos of electronics and tech usually associated with such businesses was being carefully swept under the carpet in preparations for the evening's open house.

As she made her way to a back corner of the large room, Charlotte was slowed by a gauntlet of requests and questions from the employees. If it were anyone else, likely they would have ended up running away or else screaming in frustration. Yet Charlotte, against her often cool and distant demeanour, obliged everyone. Whatever she thought of the job, whatever she thought of any of her coworkers, despite indeed sometimes feeling like she wanted to run and scream, the young woman did what she was told. She always did the right thing. It made life simpler.

She finally arrived at Eddie's workstation and put the items down on his desk. Her cousin with the frosted brush-cut and pinpoint black eyes was focused on his monitor.

"Do you have those things you want delivered?" she asked, "I'll go call the delivery service before I speak to the security and call the caterers."

Eddie finished typing something, then turned and looked up at Charlotte. "Yeah, here," he said and held out some envelopes.

Charlotte pursed her lips as she shuffled through the envelopes, making sure they were filled out correctly.

"I also want you to run an errand this afternoon," Eddie said.

"Hmm? Me?" Charlotte glanced from behind the envelopes.

"Everyone else is trying to get their shit together here before the caterers start arriving."

"What do you want me to get?"

"Cupcakes," Eddie replied.

"Uh...okay. Repeat, please?"

"Cupcakes...from Christine's Bakery," he said, "You know, a couple of blocks down off of Maitland Street."

Charlotte dropped her arms and frowned, "I know where it is, but what's with the cupcakes?"

"Christine's cupcakes," Eddie corrected, "We're not talking Twinkies. Christine's cupcakes. I've just ordered 5 dozen for tonight and they don't deliver."

The receptionist paused for a moment then smirked and said, "So which of our clients wants Christine's cupcakes?"

Eddie stretched his pink lips into a broad smile. "No one. Me. I want Christine's cupcakes."

Charlotte shook her head. "It's not in the budget," she said, "Uncle Peter won't--"

"Uncle Peter wants a dozen strawberry cream," Eddie interrupted, grinning.

Her mouth was still open but she closed it without speaking another word. Whatever. It wasn't her money. Except now she had to go out into the heat and pick up 60 cupcakes. She also had to pass the BMW dealership again. Or else she could make a detour and walk another 10 minutes...

"Is that what you're wearing for tonight?" Eddie broke into Charlotte's thoughts.

The woman blinked. "What?" 

His small, black eyes scanned her deliberately from head-to-toe. 

"You were expecting me to change?" she asked, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing? Everyone else here is in polo tops and slacks." 

"Yeah, but that's the way they expect us to look...casually professional. We're cool but capable," he said, "But you're supposed to be the demure and welcoming receptionist. You'll be the first person they meet tonight."

Charlotte's lips were separated again as she thought about what he was saying. Finally she spoke, "Wait. Do you mean I'm supposed to stay at my desk all night just greeting people?"

Eddie shrugged his answer.

There was a long silence between them. A defeated calm settled within Charlotte. "I'll get the cupcakes after lunch," she said. 

She turned and walked towards the Kennel's exit. Along the way, she noted four more requests from the staff.

* * * * * * * * * 

Charlotte ended up taking that detour to Christine's Bakery. It didn't stop her from thinking about the cars and the man behind the window all along the way. She also paid for it. The extra 10 minute walk in the stifling humidity and sweltering sun had sapped her of the very little precious energy she had left. Now carrying 3 flat tray boxes of cupcakes in her outstretched arms, there was no way she could take the detour again without passing out on the sidewalk. She doubted that the cupcakes could have lasted that long in the heat as well.

She paused as she turned the corner. She could see the dealership windows a few meters away. Maybe if she went across to the other side of the street? 

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She closed her eyes and shook her head as she berated herself, "Stop being so stupid!"

She was just going to walk by the dealership and go straight back to the office. She wouldn't even turn her head. The guy wasn't standing by the windows all day waiting for her to pass by. 




Driven



Clucking her tongue, she started ahead with confident strides of her long legs. God it was hot. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that she was passing by the windows of the showroom. Before she could even think, she had already tilted her head slightly to "just steal a look" to make sure that no one saw her. 

"Just keep telling yourself that, silly girl," she thought to herself, so disappointed in her lack of resolve. With that, she slowed her pace to a crawl and turned her head fully to peer into the dealership. 

"Whoa! Watch yourself there." 

A deep, smooth voice called out from directly in front of her. Realizing she was about to crash into somebody with her trays of cupcakes, Charlotte stumbled to a stop apologizing as she turned her head, "Oh shit! Sorry!"

She blinked and there he was half a meter in front of her, the guy she had told herself, unconvincingly, that she didn't want to see, wanted to avoid. She looked right into his piercing blue eyes and lurched forward as if she couldn't stop her legs from moving.

Two strong hands reached out and grabbed her by her shoulders, halting her before she fell over. "Careful," the man said to her, bracing her firmly in his hands.

Charlotte gasped and immediately stepped back awkwardly. The trays of cupcakes began to slip.

The man reached out and helped her steady the boxes. 

"Sorry. Thanks. Sorry," she repeated, unable to think of anything else to say. She pulled one hand out from underneath the trays to try to sweep the hair from her eyes and regain some composure. The cupcakes began to slip again. 

"Are you alright?" the man asked as he took the boxes from her. "Here let me take those for a sec."

"No, no. It's okay," Charlotte said, reaching out to take back her boxes. 

"It's alright," he replied, smiling. He nodded, "Just take your time. Breathe. Relax. The heat's making everyone a little unsteady today."

Great, now he thought she was suffering from heat stroke. She was about to reach for the boxes again but she looked up at him. Again without a word, his eyes and smile told her something otherwise.

Charlotte stood back, her lips sucking back into her mouth as she thought. It was freaking hot. She raised her sunglasses and rested them on the top of her head. She wiped the perspiration from her nose and lifted away strands of damp hair clinging to her forehead. Fanning herself with one hand and sweeping the hair away from the back of her neck with the other, she stole glances at the man, trying to not make it look too obvious while doing so.

Even outside of the showroom, which was raised a foot above street-level, he was still noticeably taller than her by a few inches. An appealing, light leather-musk scent managed to waft through the heavy air and wend its way into her head as she breathed. He watched her with a placid expression, cool blue eyes shaded by his deep brows, but there was nothing transparent about his look. Charlotte couldn't imagine what he was thinking. She also noticed one more thing.

"You don't look hot," she mused, the words slipping out thoughtlessly. She froze, wincing from her own comment. Trying to recover she sputtered, "I...I mean...ah...The heat isn't bothering you?"

She noted that his swarthy complexion hadn't cracked a sweat even though he was still in his suit. 

The man chuckled softly once out of the side of his steady grin. "Must be my Spanish blood," he offered with a coy tone, "Aside from the humidity, this would be a brisk day in Murcia."

Charlotte frowned slightly. "Oh."

After a pause, the man smiled a bit more broadly then added, "I also just came out of the showroom a minute ago. Believe me, once I grab my lunch, I'm getting my butt back on ice in the dealership." 

Another pause, then Charlotte suddenly found herself chuckling through a grin. She wasn't sure if it was because of the man's amusing quip or because of the absurdity of having a conversation with him. Maybe it was because she had to do something else other than stare at him.

"Well," she sighed deeply, "Thanks. I'll take those back."

"You must really like Christine's cupcakes."

Charlotte shrugged as she balanced the trays in her arms again. "Office reception."

"Are you alright carrying those?" he asked.

"Uh...yeah. I mean, yes. It's only a few minutes away," she quickly answered. For some reason, she also decided to add, "I'm at Generation Techs."

The man nodded.

Charlotte looked down and away uneasily, like pulling away from his sight was akin to yanking off a bandage. "Thanks again," she said softly, "I'm so sorry about that."

"No problem," the man replied. He nodded towards the showroom, "These beauties can be a bit of a distraction to anyone passing by."

Charlotte nodded silently and started to make her way past the man, head down.

"You've had your eye on something in there, haven't you?" he added.

The young woman dragged her foot to a stop and looked up quickly at the man. "What?" she blurted. She watched him as he peered into his own dealership, head turned away from her. Collecting her thoughts she said, "Oh, you mean this morning? I was just...uh...I--"

His hands in his pockets, he looked back towards her, pushing up one of his thick brows. "Well, this and every morning for the past...mmm...3 months?" 

Charlotte felt her heart punch against her ribcage. 

"I confess," he went on, "It was often a pleasing distraction to see you at the window each day.

The young woman continued to gawk hopelessly at him.

"You have no idea how long I've been wondering when you would actually come into the dealership for a closer look," he remarked.

She needed to look away from him --just get away from him. Instead she just stood there and gawked at him for several impossibly long seconds. 

"So...see something you like?" he asked without the slightest hint of cockiness or overture, "Something you've been aching to try?"

Charlotte didn't know what to say, couldn't even shake her head. She had only one ace-in-the-hole. It was embarrassing but she played it anyway. "Uh...I'm just a receptionist," she conceded. Feeling deflated, she added, "There's no way I can afford one of those. I'd be wasting your time."

The man leaned back a little, never looking away from her. "All the same, wouldn't you just like to come in and take a look? Nothing wrong with looking. It's even better than a museum because you'll be allowed to touch," he said with a warm, cajoling voice, "Trust me. Once you get the feel of one of these revving through you, you'll never look at them the same way."

The woman looked back blankly at him. Were they still talking about the cars?

She swallowed then mustered a retort. "What would be the point?"

He grinned. With a cool squint narrowing his eyes, he said, "Alright, to be honest, it has nothing to do with you buying one. It's me. I'm being selfish. I'd just love to see you try one on for size. I think you'd look stunning."

Charlotte frowned. There was no reason for a sales-pitch and she didn't feel like she was being pressured into buying anything. Yet, the whole thing made her uneasy...but not in a repulsive way.

"I...have to get back to work," she finally said. 

"Make an appointment," the man said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his business card holder. "Come in tonight. I'll stick around past my shift if I know you'll be coming."

"I've got this office party after work," Charlotte replied almost apologetically, feebly trying to back away.

She watched him closely as he took a card and stuck it into the opening slit of the top cupcake box. "Make an appointment," he repeated confidently, "Come see me again."

Thinking retreat was the best thing she could do for now, Charlotte turned and shuffled away down the sidewalk. She tilted her head and read the name on the business card: "Javier Valerde".

"May I know your name?" he called out from behind her.

She stopped. Pausing for a moment, she looked back and said, "Charlotte Chang."

"I'll be seeing you, Charlotte."

"No...you won't," she told herself. Then she continued on her way, walking along lost in thought like a stray contemplating a bone. She thought about what she had noticed as he had put the card into the cupcake box: the way the sun had made the white-gold band glisten around his finger.

Damn. It was unbelievably hot this day.

* * * * * * * * * *

So that was the end of that. 

"Yeah. Definitely out of play," Charlotte muttered to herself as she stared into the washroom mirror. "Out of bounds. Off limits. Not happening."

There was no way in hell she was going to go down that road. She teased her hair with her fingers mindlessly as she thought about the BMW sales rep. Javier Valerde. Trying to focus on the sight of that wedding band flashing around the man's finger like some sort of warning beacon, it somehow continually lost focus, overcome by the image of the man's unsettling, ever watchful gaze and inviting smile. She couldn't even shake his scent and his smooth, deep voice...

"Come see me again."

"No. No. NO!" she insisted to herself to stay away...though sometimes it sounded like it was a voice of disappointment more than anything else.

She leaned on the sink counter and looked down, shaking her head. She smirked. Why was she even beating herself up about this? He's married. So what? Meaning, what difference did it make if all he was trying to do was sell her a car? That's all, right? He had made no attempt to hide the ring. All the suave wordplay and beckoning looks were to get a poor, impressionable, young woman to finance away her pay-cheque no matter what he said about just checking things out for the fun of it. She was a commission. He was just doing his job, just like she had to do hers.

"Charlotte?" A voice said from the other side of the washroom door. Eddie knocked on the door and called to her, "Hey. You going to come out anytime soon or do we have to call the fire department?"

The woman sighed and stood back from the sink. She looked in the mirror. She hadn't changed her clothes but she still looked pretty good, she thought, all things considered for that long day. She had put on a slightly flashier necklace, earrings, and a bracelet -- little accoutrements that accented the peach skinned beauty. A fresh application of some light make-up brought out the smoothness of her face, a pinching sharpness in her eyes, and the softness of her lips. The high heels of her sandals highlighted her long legs and height. After trying out a smile in the mirror, she exited the washroom.

Eddie stood outside waiting for her.

"It's all yours," she said.

"That's not it," he replied shaking his head, "There's still guests arriving and no one's at the reception desk."

"Still?" Charlotte looked at her watch then shrugged. "Fine. I'll go back to the desk."

The shorter young man instead took her by the elbow and led her down the hallway. "Never mind," he said, "I want you to come with me."

They went into the Kennel where the open-house now was in full swing. They had done an impressive job making the place appear competently functional yet presentable for a sort of reception like this. Soft temporary mood lights were scattered around the room. Some incidental jazz music piped in through the speaker system. Towards one side of the room, desks had been moved to make space for a full buffet spread and a small bar. People milled around, some discussing the actual tech aspects of the company, but mostly people were just talking about things like sports, investments and video games. 

Eddie led his tall cousin towards one of the windows where her uncle was standing talking to two men, one an older man she knew as a client of the company, the other a younger red-haired guy in a black Henley shirt and jeans. Maybe she noticed when he had come into the office but didn't recognize him. 

"Hold it." Charlotte stopped and finally twisted her elbow away from her cousin. "Where are we going?" she asked as she looked towards the buffet, "I'm starving."

Eddie gave her a gentle push at her back. "There's someone I want you to meet and talk with," he said, nodding towards the men by the window.

"Why me?" she said, frowning. She looked at the men. "Who's the one in the black shirt? A possible client?"

Eddie shook his head. "No. Bigger," he noted with a little gleam in his eye, "That's Braden Connelly. That guy started up his own company two years ago and he's already working his program platforms and system frameworks with the biggies of the industry. He's an insider who can bust things open for a start up like us."

"Oh," Charlotte said, her response somewhat muted. "What am I supposed to talk to him about?"

As they stepped closer towards the group, Eddie said out of the side of his smile, "Just talk. Be the face of the company."

The red-headed Braden turned and looked at them. The moment his eyes set upon Charlotte, he sported such a wide smile that she thought if it were any bigger, the top of his head would have rolled off. 

"Just be your pretty self and talk," Eddie whispered.

Braden turned to face her fully as they approached.

"This is my niece, Charlotte," Mr.Kwan introduced, "Charlotte, Mr.Braden Connelly." 

She smiled a bit tentatively but offered her hand. He quickly took it into his with a firm grip. 

The little group exchanged a few more pleasantries, then Eddie, Mr.Kwan, and the older client moved away leaving Charlotte and Braden standing by the window. She was hoping he would offer to get her a drink or maybe walk with her to the buffet. 

Instead, still wearing a beaming smile, he looked at her and said, "Wow, you're so tall."

His face immediately blurred out of focus.

* * * * * * * * * *

The last ebb of daylight had long faded into the summer's night. Inside the offices of Generation Techs the open-house reception was going strong. Boisterous chatter and laughter floated up into the high ceilings of the room. People hovered around the buffet and bar, picking leisurely at the food and ordering rounds of drinks.

Charlotte and Braden hadn't moved from the spot where they had first been introduced. They had been talking for almost 30 minutes. Actually, it was more like he had been talking and she was nodding adding only pertinent comments such as "Oh, that's interesting" and "Really? Wow" every other minute and making sure to randomize them from time-to-time. At least his huge spotlight smile had softened to a more natural curl. It made it easier for her to look at him without appearing as if she needed to rush off to the washroom.

Actually, there was nothing really wrong with the guy. His fire-red hair was nicely styled, he had a gentle, earnest, expression and he filled out his shirt quite well. If she were in her flats, they would probably be the same height. No, he was definitely cute. But she knew what her role was this evening, though she felt neither her cousin nor Braden had any really sordid or explicit ideas about how this was supposed to play out for the night. For whatever reason, all she could think of at first was how hungry she was. When she realized she may not have a chance to satiate that particular pang, her mind wandered towards thoughts buried a bit deeper. 

Charlotte looked towards the window. The lights from inside the office reflected their image in the glass back towards her. In her mind's eye, there was a man standing close to her, but it wasn't Braden. The voice she heard, the scent she smelled, the eyes she saw watching her...none of them belonged to the person standing two feet away from her.

Javier. She wondered if he was still waiting for her to come by the dealership that evening.

"Damn, I've been talking your ears off, haven't I?" Braden spoke up when he noticed her attention drifting. "Do you want anything?" 

"What do I want?" Charlotte thought to herself.

"Can I get you something like a drink or--"

"Do you have a BMW?" she asked, still distracted.

Braden grinned and frowned, bemused. "I...ah...actually drive an Audi."

"Oh." She pursed her lips, turned towards him and nodded. "Nice."

Pleased to just have her looking at him again, Braden smiled and pointed towards the buffet. "How about I grab you something to eat?"

"Sure. Thanks."

As the man made his way towards the buffet, Charlotte headed for the doors and exited the Kennel. Half a minute later, after picking up her bag from her desk drawer, she was standing in the elevator pushing the Ground Floor button repeatedly.

* * * * * * * * * 

The cover of night hadn't done much to break the enveloping humidity. The gathering clouds, slowly blanketing the stars over head, may have had something to say about that eventually.

Charlotte made her way slowly along the sidewalk, partially because she didn't want to break a sweat but mostly because she was still struggling with the idea of where she was going and what she was expecting. The way she was gently chewing on her upper lip gave away her anxiety readily.

The dealership would have been closed by now, she was sure of it. Even though she could see the lights spilling out through the large windows and onto the sidewalk, she figured it was because the showroom's lights were always on. Then she saw them suddenly dim a bit as if a set had been switched off. Her pace quickened.

She swiftly found herself standing in front of the windows again peeking inside with anxious anticipation. The room was indeed darkened by a few lights. In the back of the dealership should could make out a person moving around in the shadows. 

Hesitantly she raised her hand to knock against the window. Before she could, Javier emerged from the darkness, already smiling as he moved towards her. He nodded and pointed towards the doors.

"Oh...no," Charlotte breathed. She envisioned herself suddenly making a break for the streetcar stop. Instead she remained rooted as the man unlocked the showroom door and poked his head outside. 

"Nice to see you, Charlotte," he called to her with a nod. 

"Hi," she replied softly. "You're still here."

His eyes narrowed as he grinned. A subtle shadow had grown around his mouth and chin after a long day, yet it suited him handsomely. He remarked, "That's because I've been waiting for you to return. Just had that feeling."

Charlotte shook her head. "I'm...going home," she said, "Just...I wanted to say good-night."

"To the cars?" 

The young woman sighed and grimaced, knowing how ridiculous she must have sounded.

"Still pretty hot out," Javier remarked.

Charlotte nodded.

"It's nice and cool in here." The man cocked his head. "Come on in."

She looked around the empty streets for a moment then made her way past him and into the dealership as he held the door open.

The showroom was indeed cool. Charlotte stepped around hesitantly, the heels of her sandals clicking on the smooth floor. As Javier locked the door behind her, she heard a couple of soft "clacks" which made her nerves race a little. She looked back towards him, an expression of uncertainty on her face.

"Go on," he remarked as he stood by the doors, his hands in his pockets. "Have a look. Take your time."

Charlotte moved gingerly between the automobiles. Her eyes searched nervously around the large showcase at first, but finally she managed to settle down somewhat and turn her attention to the cars. Soon her admiration for the fine machines put her at ease. She scanned every inch of the polished vehicles, caressing them with her gaze. A fine-lined smile stretched across her red lips. She strolled casually around each car. At some point, though she wasn't aware of it, she started to drag her finger tips ever so gently along the cool, smooth exteriors. 

"You like?" Javier asked as he slowly stepped towards her.




Driven



Charlotte grinned approvingly and nodded.

The man smiled. "It's very pleasing to see someone such as yourself show an appreciation for these automobiles. Maybe we should hire you to just stand near them. I'm sure our sales would triple."

Charlotte rolled her eyes as she continued to stroke her fingers gently against the cars and sighed. "I told you there was no point in throwing me a sales pitch," she chided, "Beggars can't eat caviar."

Javier stopped and fixed a steady gaze on her. "You...have definitely more to offer in return than a beggar," he said.

Charlotte froze staring at her flushed reflection in a car's window. She rolled her lips into her mouth unable to respond.

The man opened up the driver's side door of a large, black sedan. "I personally would very much like to see you seated behind the wheel," he noted.

Charlotte met his confident gaze with a wary, flitting glance. "I shouldn't."

Javier's eyes narrowed. "Then why did you come back here tonight?" he asked, not with a scolding tone. It was more like the voice she had been listening to in her head the moment she had stepped into the dealership.

"I...just wanted to have a look at the cars," Charlotte replied.

Shaking his head slowly, thoughtfully, he said, "And that's precisely all you're doing right now, are you not?" He patted the seat of the car and then held out his hand for her. "Since you've come, you might as well have the most complete and intimate experience you can."

Her eyes shifted from his steady gaze to his hand and then back to his handsome face.

"Look, it's after hours," he insisted, "I'm not in selling mode. You wanted to just look. I'm here to offer to you whatever you want. If I may be so bold, I think I know you want this, Charlotte."

His savvy words, silky with a persuasive rhythm, and relentlessly watchful blue eyes pulled at her more so than his beckoning hand. She accepted it and he gently guided her down into the interior of the car. She swept her black skirt close to her legs as she shifted into the driver's chair. Slowly her body silently settled into the cool, soft leather. It cradled her perfectly, as she knew it would. Immediately, she wrapped her fingers around the wheel and stared out through the windshield. She couldn't hide the look of satisfaction in her dark, slender eyes and curling lips.

Javier slowly shut the door. Sealed inside the luxurious interior, Charlotte reveled in her exquisite solitude. 

Javier walked around to the front of the car and paused for a moment. Charlotte looked at him through the glass. His eyes were piercing as he lowered his brow over them. She wasn't sure if he realized he was pulling at her attention more so than the car, but something at the back of her mind told her that he could sense the tingle of uneasy excitement his hard gaze instilled in her. 

He spoke something through an angled smile on his lips. Charlotte frowned, tilting her head, unable to hear what he had just said.

Moving over to the other side of the car, Javier opened the door and slid into the passenger seat beside him. He pulled the door closed and the two sat there for a moment in silence. Charlotte maintained her forward gaze, her nerves immediately beginning to race, but she was all too aware of his presence. His cologne blended well with the new car scent creating a heady aroma and she could feel him continue to focus his eyes on her.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

She nodded her chin too quickly.

"Even without the engine on you can feel the power, can't you?" Javier went on. 

Her heart was fluttering. She could hear it beating and wondered if he could too in the silent interior of the car.

She didn't flinch as he reached out and took her hand from the wheel. He guided it downward and wrapped her fingers around the smooth, wooden knob of the gear stick. She squeezed it firmly, very aware that his large, warm hand was still covering hers.

"It suits you well." He spoke with a rich, smooth voice, "You look so very good right now, Charlotte. So very appealing and impressive."

This wasn't about cars.

Charlotte's eyes narrowed, her lips tightened. An angry fire was lit within her. Her chest rose and fell with stuttering breaths. She looked down towards his tanned hand as it blanketed paler skin. She saw the ring on his finger almost taunting her, stoking the unpleasant thoughts in her head. She tried to harness that anger to shake her to her senses enough so that she could brush off his hand, get out of the car, and leave him and the dealership behind once and for all.

"What would you like to try next, Charlotte?" Javier spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

She darted a harsh glare at the man expecting to fire vehemence towards him. To her surprise, and possibly eventual regret, she paused even as her mouth slipped open. During that brief moment, his enticing eyes and smile did their damage. She felt his fingers softly caressing the back of her hand sending an electric wave coursing through her. In that half second, she received his unspoken invitation loud and clear. 

The voice in her head whispered sternly: "Leave. Now." 

"I..." she said, pausing for a couple of heartbeats, "I'd like to see what you drive."

* * * * * * * * *

Javier led Charlotte through the offices and into the dealership's garage. As she stepped ahead of him, he held out his car keys and pressed the remote. There was a dull click, a double chirp, and then the light systems of a gun-metal grey sports convertible flashed on and off.

Charlotte stood still in the presence of the aggressively stylish and sleek road shark. 

"An M3," she spoke, her voice dreamy, "Right?"

Javier walked by her. He removed his blazer and tossed it onto the rear seats of the car. It was quickly joined by his tie. He turned and, leaning against the front end of the automobile, unbuttoned his collar and the cuffs of his blue dress shirt and rolled the sleeves up. Now with a more relaxed, casual attire, he smiled at the woman as she continued to gaze at his car approvingly.

"You must really do well for yourself," Charlotte said, impressed.

"Well, I do alright." Javier shrugged. "Mostly just smart investing. Selling these is my hobby, my challenge. Like you, I have a particular appreciation for them. I also enjoy interacting with the customers. I have a certain...skill for it." 

Charlotte wasn't about to doubt the man's skill.

He stood up and slowly walked towards her. Her attention once more shifted solely on the man over the machine. She could see the gold crucifix hanging around his neck between the part in his collar.

"But," he added as he approached her, wagging a finger in the air, "There's still that one customer I've always been waiting for, to make my boldest, perfect pitch."

Her fine, black brows pinching slightly, Charlotte said, "Like I said, I'm not here to buy a car."

Now standing well within her comfort zone, Javier replied, "And as I said, I'm only here to offer you what you want -- nothing more."

Outside of the showroom, even standing in the enclosed garage, Charlotte was aware of the rising temperature around her...and within. She slid her foot back, repositioning her balance on her heels, feeling her body sway from the intentional inspection of the man in front of her. Her pulsating heartbeats weren't helping either. Yet she sensed that his steady, confident gaze alone would be enough to catch her if she stumbled.

"Do you want to go for a ride?" Javier asked.

Charlotte paused. She found it nearly impossible to think straight.

He thumbed his remote and pressed a button. The car's engine instantly roared to life behind him.

The woman blinked and jerked slightly at the sound as it surged through her. It was like a growling wake up call. 

Javier turned and walked to the car. Charlotte watched him slide into the driver's seat. She stood motionless squinting at the glare of the headlights, but she was able to focus on the man settled comfortably behind the wheel. Always with that tempting smile of his, she listened to him rev the engine, each time rattling the butterflies in her stomach and invigorating her pulse.

Still she didn't move. Over the buzz of the engine, she somehow managed to hear the jingle of her cell-phone. Pulling it out of her bag, she flipped it open and looked quizzically at the incoming message: "Where the hell r u? ~E"

Within a few seconds she had slid into the passenger's seat beside him. As she strapped in the seat-belt, the car moved forward. They barely cleared the garage door as it rose up from the floor.

Out in the open streets, Javier quickly threw the car into gear and they peeled off into the night. With the area they were in empty around that time of night, they raced around the blocks unimpeded. The car took the curves and corners like a sleek, agile cat. 

With the top down, the air rushed past them. Charlotte's silky, long, black strands swept around behind her. Always in motion, streaking along the roads, the heat of the night was going to have to catch them. 

Javier opened it up a bit more on a straight away. The car was humming, but it felt like it was speeding along on a cloud, barely a bump or rattle could be felt from underneath. All Charlotte could feel as her fingertips slowly curled into the leather arm rest and seat was the soothing vibration of the engine coursing through her. It was an enticing feeling.

They drove deep into the night, away from the buildings and offices towards the more darker, industrialized area of the city's waterfront, amongst warehouses and docks. After a minute, Javier pulled up to a fenced driveway, put the car into Park, and climbed out. 

He looked down at Charlotte and said, "Your turn."

Charlotte looked up and blinked. After a moment, she grinned and said, "What?"

"Come on," he beckoned, nodding his chin, "You're not just a passenger. This is supposed to be your test drive."

Realizing any sort of protest would come off as disingenuous at best, Charlotte stepped out of the shotgun seat. 

As she passed in front of the car, Javier walked to the fence and did something with the lock. Then he pushed it open.

Charlotte watched him curiously as she sat down in the driver's seat, the chair almost automatically adjusting to her body height and temperature. Within a moment, Javier was seated beside her.

He turned towards her. "Well?"

Her hands on the wheel, Charlotte peered warily towards the dark road through the open fence ahead of her. "We can go here?" she asked.

Javier smiled and nodded. "A very good salesman has his own secret driving playground. I can assure you it's fine."

Charlotte didn't feel entirely convinced. They remained in Park.

"You can drive stick, can't you?" the man said with a teasing smirk.

Her slender eyes narrowed as she looked at him. His comment was an open-handed play, but it was enough. Without saying else, she put the car into gear and stepped firmly on the gas. They zoomed past the fence and into the dim lanes of the warehouses.

She was amazed with how unbelievably smooth a ride it was. The response of the wheel was perfect, the shifting of gears like a knife through butter, every pump on the gas pedal a controlled jolt of speed. She took the corners and rounded crates and bins like a ferret in a maze. Charlotte knew she was grinning, her eyes wide, as she indulged in the freedom behind the wheel. All the while, she knew the man beside her was watching her intently. 

She didn't care. 

She liked it...very much.

They sped through the lane ways, only the car's halogen lights and a few, scattered building lamps illuminating the secluded area. After a few seconds, they shot out from between two buildings and emerged in a wide-open expanse of pavement, the docking area by the waterfront. They spun around sharply and now Charlotte had a long stretch of runway laid out before her.

"Okay, now really let her go!" Javier said to her.

Charlotte sank her foot onto the gas pedal. The car obliged by speeding forward, the pitch of the engine singing higher. It felt like it was actually hugging closer to the ground. They pulled down the long straight away, the waterfront on one side, warehouses zipping past them on the other.

"Come on! Don't hold back, Charlotte!" he called to her.

In the distance, Charlotte could see the dark line of the horizon where the docks ended by the water's edge coming up fast. She hesitated on the stick.

"No! No! Go for it! Open her up!" Javier urged. He covered her hand on the gear stick. "Do it!"

"But..but..." Charlotte stammered as she stared out ahead of her. She felt him pushing her hand. Her foot hit the clutch as he guided her into throwing it into top gear. The car revved and surged forward like a missile.

The adrenaline spiked in her body. Pulling her hand free of his, she gripped the steering wheel. She sat up in her chair, pushing her back against the leather seat. She felt her toes curl and the sweat in in her palms, and her ears were filled with a loud thrum as the air blew past her head. Her mouth, like her dark eyes, was agape, stretched into a wild smile of glee, excitement, and terror. It was wonderful.

All the while, she felt the man's approving eyes on her, enhancing the thrill. That was when she felt his fingers touch her bare knee and then slide indulgently along her inner thigh, hiking up and slipping underneath her skirt. Charlotte gasped. She couldn't take her widened eyes off the road though. The sudden shocking sensation of his warm hand and fingers caressing and stroking her tender flesh actually sent a jolt through her legs and she pushed against the accelerator even harder. The car throttled headlong towards the edge of oblivion.

Javier's fingers slipped up against her crotch.

"Oh God!" Charlotte's mouth rounded open wide and she tossed her head back against the headrest, staring along over the tip of her nose as the car ate up the remaining bit of road. A high pitched gasp trilled from her throat as she lifted her foot and slammed it hard against the brake pedal. The car's ABS rumbled and the tires squealed against the pavement. Charlotte braced herself against the wheel as her body strained, lurching forward against her seat-belt. Javier placed one hand against the dashboard to steady himself but the other still had a firm grasp on her inner thigh. 

Sliding along the road, the rear of the car angling to the side, the end of the docks seemed to be just meters away -- ten, seven, five, four-- then no closer. 

Charlotte sat rigid in the car -- her arms outstretched, her knuckles almost white as she squeezed the wheel, and her back pressing upright against her seat. Her hair had fallen across and around her flushed face, covering one of her eyes. Quick breaths snapped past her trembling lips. It felt like the car was still moving beneath her as the engine eased down like a horse after a hard gallop. 

Unable to peel her eyes away from the end of the road which they almost launched themselves from, Charlotte could only watch peripherally as Javier leaned over and switched the ignition off. The engine sighed to a stop and then it was suddenly, impossibly silent save for the sound of her heartbeat pounding within her chest. The headlights remained on, illuminating the otherwise dark, secluded surroundings. 

She felt the heat in the still air envelope her body and a sheen of perspiration quickly settled on her skin. Her body still a quiver, and his fingers still touching her explicitly underneath her skirt, Charlotte finally turned to look at the man in the passenger seat through the strands of black hair hanging over her eyes. There was an unnervingly determined look on his face which just added to her difficulty as she tried to recapture her breath. 

Charlotte felt his fingers slide up the crotch of her panties. Swallowing hard, she continued to gasp heavy breaths past her glossy lips. As his fingers stroked her purposefully, she wondered if he was aware of how damp she already was. A closer look at his pleased face gave her the answer. 

Dropping her hands from the wheel, one to her side, the other on her lower belly, her trembling thighs tightened together slightly around his hand and she moaned softly, "Javier...ahh..."

"Shh," he breathed as he continued to fondle her. His free hand brushed the hair away from the woman's flushed face. "You handled the car just beautifully."

Charlotte was experiencing the man's talents at handling something as well. She squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head, his warm hand cradling her cheek and chin as she sighed deeply, continuously. She felt his fingertips circle and swirl on the outside of her panties, gently applying more and more pressure as the seconds ticked by. Her legs slowly eased apart.

Her fine brows angled sharply over her closed eyes, she chewed on her upper lip. Breathing in and out the warm air through her nose, she tried desperately to stifle the burgeoning groan coursing up from her chest. 

"Charlotte," she heard him call to her. Dreamily her eyes opened in time to see his dark face move towards hers. Her lips parted slightly as he pressed his onto them. 

Their mouths open and closed on one another with a passionate rhythm. His strong hand held her face steady, his thumb caressing her cheek as he took his pleasure sampling her soft lips. Charlotte's whole body was trembling as her nerves surged. Her thoughts careened in all directions. The relentlessness of the man's explicit touches didn't allow her time to think straight as she succumbed to the illicit pleasure flowing through every part of her body. 

Like a rotor his fingers did their damage on the young woman's inhibitions. She groaned into his open mouth. Her hand reached out and held onto his forearm as he rubbed his fingers vigorously against her crotch. 

"Ah! Ah!" Charlotte broke away from the kiss, pressed her chin against her shoulder, and loosed a long, quivering gasp, "Ahh-ahn!"

Her thighs clamped against Javier's hand as she came in a rush, soaking her panties enough that she was sure the fine material would be sheer if she saw them. Still his fingers massaged along her slit and the woman's belly hitched with each splash of her wetness.

All the while, her mouth hung open. She tried her best to moisten her red lips but her breathing repeatedly dried them. She felt the dampness on her inner thighs and crotch. Her flushed face was glowing and tingling as she finally opened her eyes and looked earnestly towards the man who drove her over the brink. 

The unmistakable look of satisfaction from pleasing her was prevalent on his hard-edged, handsome face. Yet it was far surpassed by a confidently determined demeanour, one that announced to Charlotte implicitly Javier's expectations at this point. The sight snapped her back to the moment and to the realization of what had just happened...and what was still to come on this sweltering night. She felt an uneasy ache deep inside.

When he leaned in close to her again to steal another kiss, Charlotte finally, reluctantly, retreated. Turning away, she pushed the car door open and stepped out quickly. Standing with her back to him, she adjusted her skirt and mindlessly brushed down her long hair with her fingers. She needed to take a moment to regain her legs and was a little unsteady as she stepped away from the car. She wandered forward aimlessly, unsure of what to do and where to go. Brushing aside her hair, holding her hand on her forehead, and looking around at nothing in the secluded, dark docks, she couldn't shake the anxiety that swelled within her. 

She had to leave. She didn't know how, though. Walk for an hour in the heat and the dark? Get back in the car? Was she really convinced that she wanted to leave?




Driven



Off in the distance, she heard a low rumble in the sky. Clouds had gathered and a storm was coming. Not nearly fast enough, she thought.

"Charlotte," Javier said. 

Her body tensed when she realized his voice was coming from just behind her. Hesitating for a moment, she then spun around on her heel. Though she had been expecting the man to be standing close to her, seeing him there still didn't make her any more prepared for it. His hard, seductive gaze still melted her away even more than the heat that hung in the air. 

His hand reached out to touch her cheek again. She grabbed him around the wrist, stopping him. Holding him there with a tight grasp, she glared at him with as much fire and determination as she could find within herself. A grim line on her lips, steady streams of air silently passing through her nose, she turned her eyes and burned a deliberate stare into his hand.

Javier followed her sight line. She was pointing at his ring finger with her eyes. 

"I don't know you," she said softly but firmly, her accusing gaze fixed on his ring, "We've just met and we've barely spoken. I don't know you, but all I know is this. All I see right now is this."

She accentuated her surprisingly stern words with a stiff shake of his wrist. Javier watched her silently, offering no retort. 

"How am I...I won't..." Charlotte started to lose her words. It would have been easier if he had said something she could slap down. Instead, she could only struggle to respond to her own thoughts and guess what he was thinking. "I...I'm not going to..."

"You're not going to what, Charlotte?" Javier asked with his unflappable and smooth voice.

She released his hand. "Nothing," she remarked and added, "Nothing else is happening here tonight."

The woman could only pray the look on her face was half as convincing as her words which already had a nervous trill to them. It was so difficult to stay calm with her heart pounding up her gullet.

Once more a far away rumble called from the sky.

Javier's jaw firmed, locking in the edges and lines on his dark face. He nodded once, looked down towards his hand, and puled the ring off his finger. He then neatly slipped it into his trouser pocket and looked back up at Charlotte.

An indignant, incredulous feeling seeped into her head as she witnessed his provocative gesture. "That's it?", she thought. He hides the ring and now she was supposed to...supposed to...God! It was too hot to think straight!

She turned her back on him and faced the black waters of the harbour, shaking her head. It may have been better just to jump and let the water cool off her heated body and mind.

"Charlotte," Javier spoke to her. He moved into her space from behind and held her gently on the shoulders. She shrugged him off once but not a second time. He held her close, his lips hovering close to her ear. He continued, "Charlotte, there is nothing else but tonight. From the first day I saw you at the window, I've thought of only tonight -- nothing more, nothing less. I'm expecting nothing of you beyond tonight. I just know how very much I want you. Here. Now."

Many people wanted things of Charlotte everyday. It's just that none of those requests were quite like this. None of them elicited from her a yearning pang from deep within like this one did. And none of them held the potential consequences of an invitation such as this. 

She felt him sweep her hair gently away from her neck. Her head suddenly felt heavy and it lolled to the side exposing her neck. Javier caressed his lips and tip of his tongue on smooth, white flesh.

"Stop. Please, don't do this." She was unable to bring her thoughts forth into words. She couldn't even decide if she was mentally speaking out to Javier or herself.

As Javier savoured her neck with kisses and licks, Charlotte's mind flashed to the immediate past : her at the wheel of the car as they flew amongst the warehouses and along the docks. The handling and the speed...the sheer thrill of it all as control and restraint were left behind in the car's wake. It was something she shouldn't have been doing, but she loved it anyway. That illicit excitement had been heightened ten-fold by the presence of the man seated beside her in the car, watching her, touching her. 

Damn him. Damn him for being so sexually enticing. Damn him for being out of reach.

Damn her for not caring about any of that and still wanting him more than anything else this very moment.

Her head rolled back over his shoulder as he continued to indulgently sample her neck. She looked towards the darkened skies through partially closed eyes. Touching limply at his wrists as he drew his hands around her waist and then up to the collar of her top, she felt him undo the buttons with quick, sharp tugs. As the last button on the bottom of her blouse gave way, she turned her eyes downward and watched as he teased his fingers upward between the part in her top, his tips barely tickling along her quivering belly. Charlotte's long legs were already buckling and she leaned against the man's broad chest. 

The water at the edge of the docks splashed against the barrier as the distant storm stalked towards them. All Charlotte could hear though were her own quickening breaths. All she could smell was Javier's masculine scent sweeping over her. All she could feel was his steady hands deftly undo the front clasp of her bra and slowly peeled it away from her trembling, hot skin. Her and covered his as he cupped her soft breasts with an assured grope. Charlotte's chest rose and sighed against his strong touch and she moaned softly her approval. Her nipples stiffened taut underneath his fingers. 

She turned her head and her lips were immediately intercepted by his with a full, passionate kiss. Continuously folding their mouths over one another, the woman turned around. She wrapped her palms around his face, felt the patch of stubble around his cheeks and chin as she pushed her tongue hungrily into his mouth. The collar of her blouse slid around and down her shoulders and back, the short sleeves bunching at the bend of her elbow. Her long hair swished around against her back, met by his hands as they explored the expanse of smooth flesh. 

Javier's lip moved downward,kissing her chin and her throat as she tilted her head back. He continued along to her collar bone and further still until he was able to flick out his tongue against her straining nipple. 

Charlotte moaned towards the sky as she braced her hands on his back and shoulder. She felt his lips wrap around her breast and his nimble tongue circle her nipple. Further she arched her back in response to his effective kisses and sucks of his lips. As he held her securely along her waist and small of her back, her leg raised and braced itself against him.

"Ahh! Mmm!" she gasped and swallowed constantly trying to moisten her increasingly parched mouth and throat.

There was a furious feeling surging from within her now. Whatever previous hesitancy and downright resentment she had towards the situation she was tumbling relentlessly into had long been suppressed. Unlike speeding along in that demon of a car, when she was finally able to slam on the brakes, there was no thought of stopping here. Whatever walls she would hit...and she knew she would...she would face them later. 

For the now, she was completely committed to driving beyond the edge. 

As if sensing her thoughts, Javier stood upright. Guiding her with his steely eyes and leading her by the hands, he stepped slowly backwards towards the car. Charlotte followed him silently as led her around to the front. The car's headlights still glowed brightly, illuminating them as they came together again in a heated kiss.

The woman's soft hand slipped around between them at his waist. She slid it down flat against his crotch, feeling a solid shaft from behind his pants stir at her touch. Then both of her hands went to work on his belt buckle, slipping out the leather strap with determined tugs. In one smooth motion, she undid the button and pushed apart the fly.

Leaning back, she looked at Javier. Her dark, sleek eyes peeking out from under black, sharp lashes, shared the same hungry desire she saw in his. Her resolve towards the moment finally matched his and she threw herself utterly at it. 

Her long body curled down. Grasping at the sides of his slacks and his briefs, she pulled them both down as she crouched down, gently lowering her knees onto the hard pavement. Her deep brown eyes focused wide on the dark, impressive shaft of muscle jutting out from his crotch. Taking it into her hand, she flitted an upward glance and saw him looking down approvingly. With that image in her mind, she tossed her hair aside, wet her lips and sank her warm mouth over his hard cock.

Before the glare of the headlights Charlotte slid Javier's stiff piece past her lips until the tip nudged the edge of her throat. It throbbed to life inside of her mouth as she bobbed her head back and forth with increasing speed. Hungry, wet gasps slipped from the edges of her mouth. Her tongue felt the ripples of veins surging with blood and fire. Her hand stroked at whatever remaining length of his cock that still remained outside of her lips, handling it as well as the gear stick of the car. 

Javier unbuttoned his shirt. It also drifted off his broad, rounded shoulders, revealing a muscularly cut upper body. Her free hand reached up and clawed softly at the defined lines of his abs. She felt his strong hands and fingers constantly running through her long, silky mane of hair, brushing it aside, reveling in its softness. She loved the sensation. 

The woman leaned back, his saliva slicked tip barely slipping out of her glossy mouth, and she gasped for air before plunging his shaft back into her mouth. The warm air was filled with the sound of her gulps and sucks and Javier's increasingly heavy breaths. Rapidly she stroked his cock in and out her mouth with increasing abandon. His fingers wended their way through her hair and wrapped around her head in a firm yet tender grip, guiding her along his shaft repeatedly. 

Neither of them knew if it was either him withdrawing from her mouth or her slipping his cock out with a loud gasp, but the moment he was out of her, Javier pulled Charlotte up to her feet. They came together in a passionate clinch, her soft, rounded breasts cushioning against his hard pecs, as their arms held one another close. 

Charlotte could feel the man's cock, as hard as an iron rod, nudge expectantly against her flat belly. She felt its warmth seething through it. She urgently needed to have it fill her within. She could tell that Javier was more than ready to oblige.

The man stepped back and gripped her by the arms. After burning a glare of harsh desire into her eyes, he spun Charlotte around to face the car and pushed her forward. She leaned over and braced her hands against the hood. He bent down behind her and, starting at her bare calves, ran his hands deliberately up her long, smooth legs like a man savouring the touch of Heaven at his fingertips. Sliding them under her skirt and up past her thighs, he curled his fingers under the band of her panties. Quickly he had the small bit of material pulled down the length of her legs to her ankles. Lifting her feet one at a time, he pulled them off and tossed them aside.

Again his hands moved up her toned legs. He pushed up her skirt, hiking it to her waist, revealing Charlotte's rounded, firm bottom. She could feel his hands slide appreciatively around the smooth skin of her butt. When she felt him nuzzle his face up against it, and his hand slide up from underneath and tease along her clean shaven crotch, she closed her eyes and groaned. Her arms buckled slightly on the hood of the car as he licked and kissed between the crack of her bottom. This was too much already and her face strained with a look of delectable anguish and anticipation. 

As if on queue, the man rose up behind her. A firm hand gripped around her hip while at the same time holding her skirt up along her waist. The other hand positioned the head of his cock at her opening. Charlotte widened her stance slightly, spreading her legs more. She listed her head around, trying to see behind her. Instantly her eyes shut, and her head snapped back as she felt him drive his lengthy cock into her with one bold thrust. 

"Ah-huhn!" she gasped and then inhaled sharply. 

His hands secure along her hip and shoulder, Charlotte felt Javier quickly hit his stride behind her, sliding his rigid length in and out with a piston-like rhythm that was only matched by the car she braced herself upon. 

She leaned forward, raising her high heels off the ground with each of his broad strokes. She felt him withdraw almost his entire rippling length before surging it back in, controlling his thrust just enough so that his crotch bumped up against her ripe bottom rather than slamming aggressively against it. It was a tantalizing motion and she could appreciate every inch of hard flesh pushing past her tingling petals and into her tight, wet snatch.

"Ah! Ah! Ahh!" Charlotte eked quick, deeply satisfying moans of pleasure. Her body was all a tingle as it was filled with the solid, explicit strokes of the man's cock. 

In and out Javier bucked into her from behind. She could hear him draw long, steady breaths of air, feeding his lungs and body with oxygen, fueling his drive. 

"Yes. Yes, Charlotte," he breathed her name like it was a silent prayer. He grunted, "Oh my God...so good...so fucking good..."

His hand slipped under her arm and fondled her shaking breasts as he leaned forward against her back. Charlotte locked her arms over the hood of the car as he continued to pour into her with quick thrusts. She turned her head and their tongues tangled and danced together in the open air as they exchanged increasingly heated gasps of air.

The ominous rumble in the sky became a little louder now, a little more frequent, yet they ignored it. A breeze started to stir around them but still the air was hot and their bodies on fire. They were in the middle of their own storm and were in no hurry to escape it. The other one would just have to wait.

Javier withdrew and pulled Charlotte up. Again he turned her around, this time to face him. Once more they embraced in a kiss, lips folding over one another and tongues entwining. They were both covered in a sheen of perspiration. 

As the man stripped off his shirt and tossed it past her and into the car, the young woman seized the opportunity to bend down slightly and kiss the man's broad pecs and nibble at his dark brown nipples with her teeth. She inhaled deeply, feeding her lungs with his delicious, manly aroma. Then she felt his hand underneath her chin, raising her face up. He leaned in and kissed her full, red lips as he tugged her blouse and bra off past her wrists, finally releasing her lovely body from her upper garments. 

As he stepped back and reached down to cinch up her skirt securely around her slender waist, he revealed to her a very telling look in his crystalline blue eyes. Whatever that look meant, it shot a bolt of nervous anticipation through Charlotte's body. She breathed hard as he backed her up slowly and sat her down on the edge of the car. Her legs parted as he moved between them. She watched him stoop down low, his head between her thighs. With a curl on his lips, he dragged his tongue up the line of her snatch.

"Ah, God..." the dark-haired beauty moaned.

His fingers spread apart her petals and he slipped his tongue deliberately along her slit again pressing his tip against her exposed clit. Charlotte shuddered, her breasts trembling, her brows peaking upward and her teeth clenching as he explored her with his tongue, teeth and fingers. She tangled his wavy brown hair in her fist, but wasn't sure if she wanted to pull him away or shove his face harder into her crotch. He was wrecking her...totally, completely. She couldn't bear it any longer.

"Ah fuck! Javier! Ah!" she moaned and trembled, squeezing his hair in her fingers. She swallowed hard but her mouth remained rounded and open as she quivered with shuddering breaths.

Finally, to her relief or regret, he relented. He stood up then leaned forward, backing her up onto the hood of the car. His hand slid around her outer thighs and hoisted her up, lifting her feet off the ground, her bottom sliding onto the smooth surface of the car. Her long legs bending at the knees, she touched her heels against the back of his thighs. With a smooth motion, Javier reached down, targeted the head of his cock at her slit, then pumped forward, entering her once more. 

"Oh-ohh!" Charlotte sighed, her head tilting back, her long hair flowing down and spreading over the hood of the car. She braced herself on her elbows, her hands on his forearms as he prowled over her, his arms locked into position at her sides. Her toned thighs squeezed gently at his hips and matched his rhythmic thrusts, rocking back and forth, back and forth. 

His strokes were stiffer now, the thrusts more pointed. His hard cock was throbbing as it surged full-length into her, their crotches colliding with the satisfying sound of flesh-on-flesh. Their foreheads touching, they tilted their chins every so often to steal a tender, quick kiss but mostly they were just panting hot, heavy air into each other's glowing faces. Drops of sweat ran from around his chin and neck down along his gold crucifix chain as it dangled from his neck. They fell from there, splashing onto her collar bone and streaming down between her shimmering breasts. 

As the moments went by, the rumble in the skies above mingled with their passionate groans and grunts. Subtle flashes of white lit up the clouds but they were oblivious to the impending storm. 

Javier was in high gear, now, his driving thrusts shaking Charlotte to the core and the car beneath her. 

"Uhn! Ahn! Oh God! Javier! Ah!" Every stroke elicited a moan of approval from her. She couldn't breath in the air fast enough. As his cock pumped into her, she slipped off her elbows until her back was flush against the car. Her body writhed underneath the man, her long legs clinched around his strong hips, ankles locked together. 

Faster, quicker, shorter strokes filled her completely, over and over. They were barreling towards the peak at high gear, read to shoot over the top. 

"Ah! Charlotte! Fuck, yes!" Javier groaned. He stood back and wrapped his hands securely around her hips. Charlotte felt him squeeze his fingers into her skin. He pulled her over his cock , grinding his crotch against her.

Her arms spread out against the hood of the car, Charlotte shot her pelvis upward, her flat white belly arching up towards the sky as one hard thrust surged into her. Her mouth and eyes rounded open wide and she groaned aloud in full ecstatic release, "Ah-AHH!"

Her body froze as she spilled her cum over his pulsing shaft. Every bit of energy flowed to her crotch as more of her satisfying wetness rushed from her and her body trembled.

"Ah! Uhn!" she heard Javier grunt through a raspy, dry throat. Every glistening sharp curve and muscle in his well-kept body and face tensed as he leaned his tilted his head up and reared back throwing his hips forward one final time. As his long shaft thrust in to the hilt, he groaned again like a beast as a rich stream of cum jetted from of his cock, filling Charlotte. 

As she eased her back onto the hood of the car, she clutched at her tender breasts, feeling the man standing over her throb more and more of his viscous cum into her. His grip on her waist lessened and they both remained still for a few moments except for the rise and fall of their beating chests. Their panting breaths slowly subsided. 




Driven



Slowly Javier lowered himself onto the woman and she reached up and embraced him with her arms around his back and her legs still clinging by the ankles around his thighs. They held one another close, enjoying the feel of their warm and slippery bodies. 

A light pitter-patter sound filled the air around them for a minute. Small droplets of rain splashed down onto their bodies. Only when the sky flashed overhead, followed by a rippling crackle, did they stir from their embrace. In silence, Javier withdrew his length from Charlotte and the two of them stood up. Without rushing, she adjusted her skirt and picked up her blouse and bra, and he pulled up his briefs and pants. By the time they sat down in the car, and the top lifted into position, the clouds opened up and sent waves of heavy rain falling onto the car and the ground around them. 

They finally drove away back through the warehouses just as another flash of lightning jumped through the sky and the thunder rumbled angrily in the air. 

It had been a very hot night.

* * * * * * * * * 

The flash storm calmed to just a light drizzle by the time Javier pulled the car up to the subway entrance. Other than Charlotte telling him to drop her off at the station, they had barely spoken. 

They sat in the car for a moment, a strange calm hovering between them. Charlotte gazed at the dashboard, a stoic look on her face.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drop you off closer to your home?" Javier asked.

She looked up at him blankly. 

He offered a knowing grin. Nodding he said, "Yes, of course. Not a good idea."

Her lips parted slightly. She paused and nodded towards his hands resting on the wheel. "Put your ring back on," she said softly yet decisively.

Javier watched her closely then reached into his pocket. He pulled out his ring and slipped it back on his finger.

Still staring at his hand, Charlotte nodded. She waited but he said nothing. Good. If he had said something like "When can I see you again?" or even "You were great" she probably would have slapped him across his face.

Instead, she took the opportunity to gather her thoughts. Finally she said, "I'm not buying anything. I never came into the dealership to buy anything. I was just looking. This was just a test drive." She looked into his eyes. "That's all I wanted."

Javier looked at her intently. He had an assured look on his handsome face but there was a softness in his blue eyes. She could tell that he understood. She hoped that he would respect her words. 

"And as I said, Charlotte," he replied, "I'm only here to offer you what you want."

They gazed at each other for several deep breaths exchanging silent good-byes. Then Charlotte opened the door and stepped out of the car. She turned her back on it the moment she closed the door,and she stood there straight, holding her bag in front of her, her eyes closed. She listened to the perfect hum of the car's engine as it pulled away into the night. It was so impressive -- a beautiful piece of precision engineering. It brought a noticeable smile on her pretty red lips just thinking about it.

"One day..."

Feeling the warm spray of drizzle dampening her hair and clothes, the woman finally made her way through the doors of the subway station.



Driven by Lust



Tonight, I am going to seduce my son. I can't believe how wrong that still sounds. The idea first occurred to me the last time Ben visited me, over the summer. He spends most of the year at college, but still takes the time to visit me on the big holidays, and summer break. Fortunately, I live fairly close to a nice beach--and by close, I mean only a thirty minute drive--giving us something to do when neither of us has a better idea.

Together, along with hundreds of other like-minded individuals, we spent several lazy afternoons sunbathing under the blazing Californian sun. I don't have the best body anymore, a combination of laziness and willful ignorance led to me putting on a few pounds, compared to how fit I used to be when I still had plenty of time and energy to exercise regularly. Of course, back then I was financially supported by my husband. I still consider myself beach worthy, though, and have no problems showing up in a string bikini. 

Basking in the sweet summer heat was the first time I noticed how great Ben looked. He was shirtless--wearing just swim shorts--lying next to me, and I got a great view of his hairy body. He took after his father in that aspect. A roughly diamond shaped patch of hair, with a happy trail leading down his stomach. Before that, I had never thought of him as sexually attractive, he was always just my son, but seeing the similarity to his dad piqued my curiosity. I wondered if other parts of him were similar too. I looked down and noticed the slight bulge in his trunks, but it was impossible to tell much from that. I felt myself get excited, and also felt very ashamed I was having sexual thoughts about my own son. 

The next day, we went back to the beach--one last time, before he went back to college--and just like the day before, I asked him to lotion up my back. I never made anything sexy out of it before, it was just routine. Only this time when his hands touched my skin, goosebumps rose all over my skin, and I felt my nipples harden. When he was rubbing in the cream, I imagined the same hands caressing every inch of my body, squeezing my tits and working their way down between my legs.

It took me a while to process those emotions. I know it's wrong--on an intellectual level--but it's really hard to ignore your own physical needs, and I knew since that day at the beach I wanted him. The only problem is, I have no idea if Ben feels the same way about me, which is a pretty big stumbling block. If we weren't related, I could just go up to him and ask him if he wants to go out sometime, and if he doesn't want to, it's no big deal. We'd just live our separate lives. But our lives weren't separate, and if I came onto him it could lead to disaster. 

So, my plan is to find out if he's interested, and if he is--admittedly, a very big "if"--go from there. That's easier said than done. Tonight is Thanksgiving, and he's due to arrive any moment now. I spent all day yesterday cleaning the small one bedroom apartment I now called home. Living in a big house had been nice, but I really don't miss the amount of work it takes to keep a big place like that clean--not that I could afford it if I wanted to. I am paying for Ben's tuition, so I can't afford a much bigger place even if I wanted to. The only downside was not having a guest room, but Ben was happy sleeping on the couch.

The hardest part had been picking out clothes to wear. I wanted something I could show off my body in, but nothing too obvious. I ended up choosing a black satin push up bra, along with matching thong panties I got from Victoria's Secret. If things don't go as well as I hope they do, they could still be explained as regular underwear. They weren't as scandalous as some of the sheer see through ones that would leave no doubt about my intentions. If things did go well though, they were just sexy enough.

Just sliding the panties up my legs, knowing full well what my plans were, was enough to get my juices going. I had to stop and bring myself to a shuddering orgasm before I was able to finish getting dressed, or risk ruining my underwear already. 

The ensemble was completed by a nice coffee toned skirt, and a very form fitting white blouse. I wanted to look good, but not overdo it. It would be weird if I dolled myself up just for him, so I went light on the makeup, and just cemented that natural look guys seem to love. I just go barefoot in my apartment, so I decided against putting on socks or heels. Let him admire my legs and feet, if he wants to.

Looking at myself in the mirror now, I am satisfied. Not too formal or dressed up, but distinct enough to make an impression. I leave my hair alone, it looks good the way it naturally drapes over my shoulders. 

The eight pound turkey is already in the oven, along with the stuffing. All the food I prepared--mostly store bought and canned, unfortunately--was definitely too much to eat for just the two of us, but it means I wouldn't have to do any cooking in the foreseeable future, which suits me just fine. For a special feast like Thanksgiving, I would normally have cooked everything myself, but the last couples of days I've been way too occupied with other--lustier--thoughts, to exert the effort required.

As I'm checking on the turkey, which would be done soon and already started turning into a beautiful golden brown, I am reminded of a conversation I had with my best friend, Margaret, a few weeks earlier. I told her over drinks that I really needed to get laid, and planned to seduce a hot young stud. Of course, I left out the part where that young stud would be my own son. We are very good friends, but how do you tell someone you plan on fucking your own flesh and blood? I asked her for advice on how to seduce someone twenty years your junior, if there was any chance they'd be interested in an older woman, but Margaret just laughed. 

"Please! All you need to do is flash your tits at them, and they'll come running willingly."

She's open and forward that way, something I was jealous of at the moment. I'm sure if she were in the same position, she'd just open the door stark naked, and expect him to fall to his knees, begging to service her. I just can't picture myself doing something that brazen. She did have a point though. Ben is supposed to notice my body, and my current getup doesn't really show off anything. 

I go back to the bathroom, and take my shirt off. The bra has to go, so I take it off. I grab a loose tank top and a red pastel blazer. One look in the mirror confirms that going bra-less is definitely the way to go. I lean forward, like I'm pretending to serve something on the dinner table, and the tank top is loose enough to get a pretty good shot of my cleavage. If I lean forward enough, you can definitely see all the way down. That will give me some room to play with, depending on the mood. At the thought of him ogling my tits, my nipples harden. They're clearly visible through the fabric, which they hadn't with the bra. Another point for bra-less.

My skirt didn't match the new outfit, so I put on a pair of snug dark jeans. To top it off, I dig a silver chain necklace out of my jewelry box, set with a small ruby pendant. It hangs directly between my breasts, and will definitely draw his attention. It's not a real ruby, of course--or real silver, for that matter--not that it matters much. The purpose here is to flaunt something else, something definitely authentic. All that's left now is a splash of perfume, and I'm finished.

The oven beeps from the kitchen, signalling that the turkey is ready. It looks absolutely delicious, and I thank my own mom for teaching me how to cook the perfect bird. If she could see me now, would she approve? She always told me I should take what I want in life, but I don't think she had quite exactly this in mind. But if anything is going to happen tonight, it will be consensual. Between two adults. Two grown up people who are capable of making their own choices in life.

I start setting the table, pop the gravy into the microwave for a short bit, and set Ben's plate opposite mine on the long edge. That way I'll have an excuse to reach over the table and give him an eyeful of cleavage. 

While I'm still carrying stuff out of the kitchen, the doorbell rings, and I can feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I never got this nervous except for first dates, but I guess this was a first of sorts. I take two very deep breaths, and open the door. 

Ben is standing there, bag in hand, looking handsome. 

"Hey Mom," he says, with a smile on his face.

I take a step forward, and embrace him in a hug, sliding my arms around his chest. I feel his warmth against my body, and my heart skips a beat. My nipples, which are definitely hard again, dig into his chest. There was no way he wouldn't feel them, pressing into him. I feel his hand on my back, and goosebumps rise on my arm. I smile inwardly, and let go.

"Gee, Mom. Miss me much?"

"It's always nice when you visit, you know that. Come in, food's ready." I don't have to repeat myself; he eagerly steps in.

"Mmm, that smells wonderful."

He puts down his bag, takes off his shoes, and together we carry the rest of the food, including the turkey, to the table, and sit down. Everything is going good, so far, except for the fluttering in my stomach. 

"So, tell me how's it going at college?" I stand up, and grab a large carving knife and fork. With every cut of the knife, I can feel the pendant between my breasts jostle around. 

"It's going pretty good, I finally have some interesting classes this semester." The pendant seems to be working, I notice he keeps sneaking glances at my bosom when he thinks I'm not paying attention. He is obviously enjoying the sight, so I'm going to up the ante a bit. See what he makes of this.

"You want some breast?" I ask, feigning innocence, and hold up a piece of turkey I just carved.

"Wh--oh, yeah, please!" He holds out his plate, and I load the piece on. Damn, I hoped I could have reached all the way over to his plate and given him two additional pieces of breast. I can't believe what a rush this is, both scary and exciting.

"Thanks," he says, and begins piling on side dishes. I pour some red wine into two glasses, and hand him one, then fill my own plate, finishing with a nice splash of gravy. 

"Happy Thanksgiving, Mom!"

"And the same to you," I reply. "You know, I'm really glad you're here."

"Aw, thanks Mom. You know I love being here." I don't think he knows--yet--just how glad I really am.

"And you're always welcome! So, tell me more about college."

He does, and I listen. For a while, I almost forget about my intentions, until we both finish our plates. Every once in awhile, I catch him sneaking glances at my cleavage. My nipples were still hard, and clearly poking through the fabric.

"Seconds?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he replies.

Before he could hold up his plate, I stand up, and--sticking a piece of turkey on the fork--bend down and reach all the way over to his end of the table. I had seen the effect this had on my tank top earlier in the mirror, and know that right at this very moment, Ben can very clearly see my tits, diamond hard nipples and all. This is it, let's see if he bites.

"T-thanks," he stammers. I sit back down, smiling. The sight clearly had some effect on him.

"No problem, there's plenty more where that came from," I say, teasing him with the double entendre. This is starting to be really fun, and I feel a dampness forming below.

"C-could you pass me the, uh, gravy? Please?" he requests, nervousness obvious in his voice. 

Emboldened by his response, I grab the gravy boat, and using one hand to brace myself on the table, lean over again. Instead of just placing down the boat near him, I pour it on his plate myself.

"Just say when, honey."

I take my time, pouring slowly, to make sure he receives plenty of time to stare. He is openly gawping, not paying attention at all to his plate anymore. A small shiver runs through my body. The plate is drowning in gravy now.

"Really? You planning on drinking this?"

He is instantly snapped out of his reverie. "Oh shit! That's too much!" 

"Well, you didn't say when."

"Sorry, I was, uh, distracted."

"By what?" Could he be so bold and admit he had ogled his mother's tits?

"Uh, I don't know." Smooth. He's clearly unsure whether or not I'm just accidentally giving him the show of a lifetime. He is probably as aware as I am of how disastrous a mistaken assumption could be. For that matter, I'm not really sure yet either. It's one thing to appreciate someone's boobs, and quite another to take it further. Ben shifts around in his seat a bit, and rearranges his pants with one hand. Does he actually have a boner? I'm astounded, that opens up a lot of possibilities.

"So, do you have a girlfriend at college?" 

"No, I've been too busy. Girls take up a lot of time. Besides, they're all just so... immature?" Is he hinting at something? 

"Really? And how old is your dream woman exactly?"

"Uh, I don't know," he says, not sounding very honest. "Just someone more, you know, experienced."

"What, someone like me?" Hopefully that isn't too forward.

"Um, yeah. I mean, uh, you know, someone LIKE you, but not, uh..." he is squirming around, and starts to blush. What a sight! I decide to let him off the hook, though. There's no reason to rush things.

"I know, don't worry." And he sighs a breath, looking relieved.

We are both finished with eating at this point, so we start clearing the table. I box up the leftovers, and just put the dishes into the sink. They can wait until tomorrow, I've got better things to do.

"I'm completely stuffed, and I think the turkey's making me sleepy." I grab the bottle of wine--now half empty--and glasses, and move to the couch in the living room. I take off my blazer, and relax into the smooth and cool leather. Ben sits down at the other end, and pours more wine. 

"Dinner was great, Mom."

Without shifting in my seat, I reach forward and try to grab the glass of wine standing on the coffee table, giving Ben another view of my bare tits. I almost overdo it, and stop shortly before my breasts spill completely out of my top. Although that idea has merits. Now it's time to see whether or not all of this was in vain.

"Thanks. I've been up on my feet all day, getting ready." Well, that's true enough, I just hadn't spent the entire time on the food. "You won't mind giving your old mom a foot rub, would you?"

I spin around, resting my head on the armrest, and without waiting for him to reply, I plop both my feet into his lap. Jackpot! My heel makes contact with something long and hard. This is definitely a good sign. He is squirming around at the unexpected pressure on his cock, and I pretend like I'm trying to find a comfortable spot--surreptitiously rubbing his hard-on through the fabric several times.

I settle in, one foot still resting on his cock. At a loss for words, he starts rubbing the other foot with his hand, kneading the sole with expert fingers. 

Time to tease him some more. "Mmmm, that feels good, Ben, but can you be a little bit harder?" I feel his cock twitch a bit, and he holds his breath. "It's been a long day, and my feet hurt." 

"Sure, Mom," he exhales, and starts kneading harder. It actually does feel a lot better, and I close my eyes. 

"Tell me more about college," I murmur.

He starts talking about which classes he has this semester, and what the professors are like, but the food combined with the wine takes its toll on me, and while he is still rubbing my feet, I doze off.

***

"Mom?" I awake to Ben gently shaking my shoulder. 

"Wha...?" I ask, blearily. "What time is it?"

"It's getting pretty late. I let you sleep for a bit, but now I'm getting tired too, and you're sleeping in my bed." Shit. That didn't go exactly as planned. Not all is lost, though. Time for my backup plan.

"Ok. I'm gonna go take a quick shower, and I'll bring you some clean sheets for the couch." Sleeping on leather sucks, and I don't want him to settle in before I put on a show. 

I get up, and head to the bathroom. I purposefully leave the door cracked open, just an inch. If someone--in this case I hope it will be my son--peeks in, they have a clear view of the side of the tub with the shower head through the large wall mounted mirror. If he is actually going to do it, he will be waiting to hear the water, so I simply strip off my clothes without a lot of pomp, and step into the tub. The shower curtain isn't very see through, so I just leave it open. I'll have to pay attention and not make a mess on the floor.

I turn on the water and let it run for a bit, waiting for it to heat up. Once it's hot enough, I step under it, and let the water run over my smooth, naked skin. I make sure to stand facing the mirror. 

While I'm lathering up my arms and shoulders, I notice the door moving inward slightly. Through the mirror, I can vaguely make out his face looking in through the crack. The butterflies in my stomach return. This is way better than just flashing him a brief glimpse of my tits. I'm standing there, fully naked, and my own son is looking directly at me. That's all the confirmation I need.

I continue lathering up my body, going slower than I ordinarily would. I spend a lot of time soaping my tits, focusing on my hard nipples. Then my legs, then my pussy. I shaved yesterday in anticipation, and my skin is nice and smooth. I quickly move past, though I have plans to return there later. Next, I pretend to accidentally drop the shampoo bottle. It makes a loud clattering sound, and I turn around, spread my legs a bit, then bend over at the waist to pick it up, exposing my ass and pussy to my son. I can feel the warm water splash on my lower back, and involuntarily shudder at the thought of being so... exposed. 

Then I shampoo my long brown hair, while rinsing the suds off the rest of my body. I rinse off the shampoo, and then apply conditioner. I don't actually need to, but I'm getting so excited being watched I want to prolong the experience as much as I can. And Ben still hasn't seen the highlight I have planned.

I put one leg up on the rim of the tub, and start rubbing my labia. Oh god, yes. The wetness I feel below isn't just from the water. I insert a finger, and slowly move it in and out, letting out a moan here and there. I insert another finger, and stimulate my g-spot, while gently rubbing my clit with my thumb. I need the other hand to steady myself. Since I spent the entire day in various states of horniness, it doesn't take a lot to push me over the edge. I melt into a climax, and let the waves of pleasure bounce around my body, tingling from head to toe. 

When I open my eyes again, I notice I'm slumping against the wall. I didn't even feel it, too lost in the big O. I needed that.

I stand up again, and wash the conditioner out of my hair. Then, I turn off the water abruptly and step out. I hear footsteps outside the door, quickly departing, and smile to myself. He had just received a one of a kind performance, and I hope he enjoyed it as much as I did.

I grab a towel and rub myself dry, going much faster now that he's not watching anymore. I don't blow-dry my chair, and instead just let it hang loose in wet strands. Instead of putting on my clothing, I just wrap the towel around me, which will make the next part easier.

I step out of the bathroom, and grab a clean linen sheet and spare blanket from my bedroom. I walk out into the living room, where Ben is sitting awkwardly on the couch. He looks slightly embarrassed, and sits like he is trying to hide an erection. The fly on his jeans is still open. This is going to be it, no turning back now. Either I am just about to fuck my son, or my life is going to be ruined forever.




Driven by Lust



I bend down to place the sheet and blanket on the couch, and the towel I had only loosely wrapped around me falls down. Ben's mouth falls open, and he takes it all in. I look down, and see the bulge rising in his pants.

"Mom, you..."

I don't give him a chance to finish that sentence, and swoop in to interrupt him with a kiss. He tastes of gravy and wine, and I straddle him. He overcomes the shock, and starts responding with his tongue. 

"Oh god, Mom..." he starts, breathless. "All that stuff at the dinner table, and just now in the shower... you knew I was watching?

"Oh yes, I did. Did you like it?"

He pauses to think about it, then replies, "I wasn't sure. Everything was normal, then all of a sudden you bent forward, and I could see your tits. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I thought maybe you forgot you weren't wearing a bra or something, and didn't pay attention. But then you kept doing it, again and again, and your nipples poking through your shirt the entire night."

I get on the floor, and fish his cock out of his boxers. This is my first time seeing his manhood, and it's absolutely beautiful. 

"Go on," I tell him, wrap my mouth around his head, and start sucking.

He lets out a groan, and continues, "Then when we were on the couch, and you--oh that feels good--you put your foot on my dick, I was sure you were about to, oh god... about to start going berserk on me, but you didn't. Then you just dozed off. Were you actually asleep?"

"Mmhm," I respond, unable to speak with his cock in my throat.

"Well, then you didn't notice that I may or may not have lifted your shirt, and examined your tits up close."

"Oh, you naughty boy," I joke, and run my tongue up and down his shaft. 

"Then in the shower, well I think you know already."

"Yeah. Did you masturbate while watching me?"

"Yeah."

"Did you cum?"

"No, I was close... but you stopped."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, this is way better."

I don't think I can wait any longer. I want to feel his cock inside me. Standing up, I tell him, "Take off your clothes." He does, revealing his familiar hairy chest and legs. 

"So, what now?" he asks. 

"Do you want to do this, even though I'm your mother?" Despite my already brazen behavior, I am still worried he will suddenly change his mind when he comes to his senses, and be disgusted.

"Yes. I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Ben."

I straddle him again, and press my naked chest against his. I can feel his tip at the entrance to my vagina. I kiss him again, and sink down. His cock slips in me, eagerly. I gasp as it stretches and fills me, still sensitive from my orgasm in the shower. 

Ben places his hands on my ass, and starts thrusting his hips.

"Oh god, that's incredible." I've had sex with a few men in my life, but nothing compares to the feeling of your own flesh and blood pumping in and out of you. I dig my fingers into his chest, and arch backwards, moaning.

"Faster, oh god, faster!"

He obliges, and pumps like a maniac. My toes and fingers begin tingling with the onset of another orgasm. I match his thrusts with gyrations of my own, and moments later the second orgasm hits me, harder than the first. Explosions of joy wrack my body, muscles spasming. I lean forward, and bite his shoulder, letting out a guttural cry of pleasure. I feel his cock in me start throbbing, and his body tenses up, and I know he's cumming inside me right now. I collapse on top of him, while his cock is still deep within me.

I start laughing in giddy excitement, trying to catch my breath.

"Oh. Wow," I manage to bring out.

"You can say that again." He is still holding me tight against him, one of his strong arms around my back, the other cupping a cheek. He leans in for a kiss, and I reciprocate.

When I feel him going softer, and his cum starts leaking out of me, I pry myself loose, and get up. On wobbly legs, I head to the bathroom and relieve myself, wiping away some of the cum trickling out of my pussy. Once I finished, Ben is waiting outside the door, grinning like a fool. I stand on my tiptoes, and we share another long sensuous kiss. 

I go into my bedroom, and leave the door behind me wide open. I lie down, and wait. Shortly after the the toilet flushes, he appears in the doorframe. A faint bite mark is visible on his shoulder.

I watch as he approaches, and climbs into bed beside me. I turn around, and nestle myself into him, resting my still slightly damp hair on his arm. He wraps his other arm around me, and pulls me closer.

"Could you please put it back inside?" I beg.

"I'll try," he responds. He reaches down, and starts sliding his semi erect cock along my lips. I can feel it growing bigger and bigger, until finally he guides it inside me.

I sigh, and relax, melting into him. Then I slowly doze off...