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Millie's Mayhem

By: _Kushiel_



She swerved out of the parking bay, backing up without really looking, her eyes blurry with the tears that were cascading down her cheeks. Bitch! Millie thought. The tyres screeched as she planted her foot on the accelerator. Bitch! It was the only word Milli could form at present.

Angela fucking Rasenbach -- Editor and chief of Mayhem Magazine! Socialite elite and so unattainably beautiful you'd gouge your own eyes out so as not to have to look upon another thing else for the rest of your life. Angela fucking Rasenbach -- BITCH!!

Who the hell did she think she was? Millie thought. Really? She's just a damn woman. Okay so she has a bit of influence in the world and she's your boss, well ex-boss now, but that doesn't give her the goddamn right to do what she did. Millie was so angry, so upset, that the tears just wouldn't stop coming. She could barely see where she was driving.

How humiliating it had been, when Angela had balled her out in front of the entire floor. Telling her that Millie would never be more than a second rate assistant and that Millie should forget about her dreams of one day being a top notch fashion editor because her talents weren't adequate enough to edit an obituary! The gall of the woman, who couldn't function properly unless she had seven espressos' and a handful of pills! Second rate! Fuck her! Millie thought as she swiped at the tears with the back of her hand.

Her little car swerved and veered in her unsteady state but Millie wasn't paying much attention, she just wanted to get out, get out now before she made an even bigger ass of herself. Millie had only managed in making the scene worse, when she'd burst into tears at her idols cruel words and had told Angela she was wrong. Trying to stand up for herself had only made her seem more childish, more sad; more pathetic. What she'd really wanted to do was grab that damnably small cup of hot espresso she'd just given to Angela and toss it in her face. But Millie hadn't had the guts.

It was probably lucky though as she was sure that Angela wouldn't have hesitated to call security and have her escorted out of the building. Angela had fired her, telling her that Millie would get the usual severance package, but that Millie needn't work for the two weeks required as Angela would much prefer to struggle by on her own, than put up with her ineptitude for another moment longer. Millie was to clear her things and leave immediately. Millie had done exactly that, and now she was tearing out of the parking complex at break neck speed simply to put some distance between herself and that venomous woman.

Angela fucking Rasenbach!

Millie hit the bottom level with another screech of tyres. The punishing speed and manoeuvring taxing her beat up, PacMan yellow, '93 Ford Laser hatchback. Millie was only young, twenty and fresh out of community college where she'd taken the required syllabus, so she could get into her desired field. These days you needed the qualifications to even get a foot in. And Millie had been stoked when she'd finally graduated and landed a lowly position at Mayhem Magazine, as assistant to the assistant of Angela Rasenbach.

She then sort of, fell into filling in for Angela's former assistant. Rebecca leaving to have a baby and it was said a 'break from the Mistress'. So Millie wasn't alone in feeling this sense of hatred toward the boss. Still that hadn't lasted long. Three months! Three lousy, stressful, hair pulling months had been all she was allowed before being thrown out like yesterday's print ad. No formal training, no instruction, just thrown in -- sink or swim! Well Millie had obviously sunk!

Millie hit the final bend of the parking garage and yanked on her steering wheel as she belatedly saw the front end of an expensive looking black car nose out of the aisle. Her eyes bleary, Millie didn't have time to think and her little car squealed in protest at the rough treatment but managed to avoid hitting the expensive black one. Millie was no car aficionado, but the other car screamed 'money' so she wanted to avoid hitting it at all costs now that she was out of a job.

However, even with the narrow miss, Millie didn't stop. She heard something thunk against the passengers' side and thought 'Bugger, now I've hit something.' But when she couldn't see anything in her rear view mirror and didn't immediately feel any difference to the car, she thought it must just have been a bollard or something like it and obviously hadn't done any damage so she just kept going.

Millie hit the exit and hardly bothered to slow down. She slowed just enough to make a precursory check that the way was clear, and luckily for her it was. (Unlucky for the black car in her rear view that was beeping its horn and flashing its lights at her.)

Millie floored it and shot out onto Reece Avenue, dashing her hand across her face to wipe away the hot, embarrassed tears and snot as she did. Another insult to add to the injury; Millie was going to look a fright when she finally stopped crying. She turned down a side street to avoid the lights and headed away from the city centre.

Millie had a small apartment she shared with a friend. Now that she was out of work she guessed she'd probably have to move out. She wouldn't be able to afford the rent if she didn't find another job right away. And jobs were tight at the moment with the economic crisis.

Millie hadn't really been paying attention, and she took the wrong turn off and ended up headed for the A1 which steered her in the opposite direction of her flat; and out of the city. Before she even realised, she'd merged with traffic and was on her way out of town.

When she couldn't figure out where she was or which exit to take so she could turn about and head the right way, she panicked a little and tried to change lanes. Horns blared at her and she was forced to keep to the middle lane she was in. She tried unsuccessfully to change lanes again, only to have a horn blare at her right near her ear and the male driver flip her off as he sped past her.

"Same to you buddy!" Millie yelled at the top of her lungs at the departing rear of the guys' car. "Arsehole!" She wiped her face again. The tears had finally stopped.

Millie kept checking her mirrors, trying to find a break in the outbound traffic but it was a losing battle. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't get over into the exit lane she wanted; it was packed too tight and cars kept cutting her off. As she checked her mirror once again, she noticed for the third time the big black car following along behind about four cars back. It looked slightly like the one back in the parking garage. But Millie shook off the thought thinking 'why on earth would that car be following me?'

She'd been driving for an hour, the city had well and truly fallen behind and thankfully the traffic was beginning to thin. She indicated to move over into the exit lane, and again was nearly sideswiped by a car as it sped by her. Yet another angry face projected in her general direction. Millie sighed. There must be something wrong with her blinkers. Not knowing what else to do, Millie just kept driving.

It was perhaps another hour later, before Millie had ample opportunity to change lanes and get off the A1. But by this time she was so far out of her known territory that the thought of stopping terrified her a little. There seemed to be nothing for miles. Only two hours out of a sprawling city and five minutes off a major highway, and ... nothing!

It surprised Millie a great deal! She expected at the very least, a gas station or something? But no, not a thing, nothing but green wheat fields as far as the eye could see. Millie swallowed nervously. You always heard stories about things happening to girls from the city when they went out into the country alone!

Millie gave herself a mental shake and told herself to get a grip. She really needed to stop watching so many damn horror movies, 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' having jumped to the forefront of her mind. Millie hadn't been paying attention and she had failed to notice the black sedan that had pulled off the highway as well a few hundred meters behind her.

Her car jolted, the engine sputtering weakly and throwing her forward in her seat as it jerked and surged in starts and stops. "What the...?" Millie said out loud as she applied the brake and just managed to pull over to the side of the road before her engine died all together. She glanced down at the fuel gauge. "Oh God dammit!" She growled slapping the steering wheel in frustration with both hands. She nearly started crying again. The needle was on 'E', there wasn't a petrol station in sight and she was in the middle of nowhere, not even sure of the name of the road she was on. She glanced around again. Nothing; just endless fields of green!

She needed to call her flatmate Jessica; maybe she could come and get Millie or at least bring her some fuel? She reached over to the passenger's seat to retrieve her handbag and cell, and her hand stopped midair as she saw that neither was on the seat. Millie frowned. Glancing down into the foot-well, thinking that perhaps the jerking of the car had made it fall, but saw it wasn't there either.

She glanced over into the rear seat thinking that she'd mistakenly thrown it in with her half empty box of belongings from her desk when she'd cleared out of the office, but it wasn't there either. It was at that moment Millie noticed the oncoming, sleek black car. She wasn't imagining things this time. That was exactly the same car that had been following her along the highway. And as Millie thought about it; it was probably the same car that she'd cut off in the parking garage.

Millie flicked around and hit the lock button on her door and the one at the rear. Luckily both passenger side doors were still locked. Millie's mind began to race ... This was it! Road rage at its finest! She'd cut this guy off and now he was pissed! Pissed enough that he'd followed her a full, two and a half hours out of the city and onto a deserted road. Now he was going to let her have it full blast, with no witnesses. He was probably going to strangle her! Dump her body in a ditch and drive away with no one the wiser.

Millie's breathing quickened, as irrational panic set in. She glanced in the rear view mirror to check on the car. It had stopped a few meters behind hers and the door was opening. Millie frantically sketched around for something to use in defence; to use as a weapon. No, no, nothing, she thought, then ... Keys! She fumbled to get them out of the ignition and just about screamed when at the precise moment the keys came free, a gloved hand wrapped on her window, making her jump and drop the keys by her feet. "Fuck!" Millie growled quietly through clenched teeth.

She'd been so preoccupied with trying to get her keys out of the ignition she'd failed to notice the guy was right there beside her. She turned her head and all she could see was 'crotch' staring her in the face. Oh it was covered by a super expensive suit pant and shirt, but it was still just a pelvic region that filled her view.

Crotch -- and gloved hands! Oh God; he really was going to kill her! Millie thought to herself as she quickly leant forward and urgently began feeling for her keys. Who in the hell wore gloves anymore? Except psycho killers!

Knock, knock! Again the guy wrapped at her window. Millie flicked a glance across her shoulder at the window as her hand still fished for her keys; and just about crapped herself when she saw the mystery drivers face as it filled the window. Well she saw most of it; his eyes were hidden behind a very expensive, very new pair of Versace sunglasses. This seasons new release if Millie didn't miss her guess. Hell Millie didn't work at Mayhem for nothing. It was one of the foremost -- up and coming -- young fashion magazines around, and those sunglasses were definitely from this year's Spring collection and due to hit the stores next week.

Whoever this guy was, he was well off, and well connected if he already had a pair. From what Millie could see, he was an attractive guy, maybe late thirties, early forties but not much older than that. Chiselled features, right down to the strong square jaw, well defined cheek bones and a prominent, straight nose, very aristocratic Millie thought. He had that affected 'five o'clock shadow-stubble' happening and Millie fought the urge to roll her eyes at it. Oh it suited him of course, but Millie was so sick of seeing it on every other man these days that she would much rather he was clean shaven. Dark, thick, flat eyebrows that dropped to an arch at the ends peaked above the sunglasses, and a thick head of black hair sprinkled with a touch of grey at the temples; along with an all over tan finished off the ensemble. The only thing missing was the super white, super straight, million dollar model smile! Millie couldn't make out his eyes, so effectively hidden behind the sunglasses that he would literally have to remove them for Millie to see.

Millie swallowed, all this information flashing through her mind in seconds as she took in the strangers face, while she thought of a million and one things he could do to her while they were out here; alone... with no witnesses.

He smiled at her once he'd gained her attention; and there it was, that model smile, his white teeth flashing in the afternoon sunlight, and his face transformed right before her eyes as Millie felt a disturbing flutter in her stomach. She swallowed, concerned at her body's reaction to a simple smile, and especially to a man who might be ready to do her harm; her heart pounded. He stepped back a little from the window, still bent and looking in at Millie and proceeded to dangle something up beside his face for her to see.

It was her handbag! How in the hell did he manage to get a hold of that?

"This fell off of the top of your car." His muted words vibrated through the glass of her car window. "Thought you might like it back?"

His voice had a deep resonant timbre to it and Millie felt that tremble in her innards once more. Oh God! She thought to herself. Now's not the time to be getting all fluttery and flustered! Millie was aware that he hadn't made any overly threatening gestures, but that didn't mean he couldn't be dangerous. He might be just waiting for her to let her guard down before pouncing.

Millie's indecision or nerves must have shown on her face, because the very attractive stranger reached up and removed his sunglasses. Millie really wished that he hadn't! She stared into the most mercurial set of grey eyes she had ever seen in her life and she felt that flutter in her stomach intensify as her pulse jumped. Oh man! Why'd he have to go and do that? Now Millie almost felt obliged to open her window. He was still smiling.

Her fingers brushed against her keys and she clutched them in her fist as she straightened in her seat. Holding them tightly beside her knee she gingerly reached over and began to wind down the window. The man waited patiently. When the window was all the way down, Millie reached out and carefully took her bag from the stranger. He didn't make a move towards her, simply handed the bag over, for which Millie was grateful. She was still wary about this guy.

"I'm afraid that quite a bit of stuff fell out when it hit the ground." The man told Millie as she began to rummage through her purse. "I think I managed to gather it all up, but your cell phone took quite a hit. I'd be surprised if it still works." His low voice told her calmly as she found the cell and pulled its mangled carcass from the wreckage of her handbag. The keypad and screen were busted, the battery was missing along with the back cover and there was quite a big gouge mark across the top where the little areal used to be. Even if it did still have the battery it would have been useless to Millie.

Millie could have cried. "That's just great! Now what am I going to do?" She moaned in frustration; it was a rhetorical question.

The man reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone. "You can use mine to call someone if you like?" He offered her the phone with a half smile. Millie looked at the phone and then dubiously up at the stranger, who was going out of his way to be nice to her.

"Thanks but I can't remember the numbers. That's what my cell phone's contact list is for!" Millie said. Then realising that she was sounding a little snarky, she apologised. "Sorry, having kind of a bad day."

"I noticed." The good looking older guy told her in his deep voice. He sounded sincere in his sympathy but his eyes had an intense quality about them that made her think he was examining everything about her.

"Ah, thank you, for ... ah, returning my handbag, I appreciate it." Millie said aware of his stare. It made her feel slightly self conscious and she patted at her long dark hair nervously, brushing a stray strand back from her brow. "I must look a fright." She said, and a light blush crept over her cheeks.

"You look fine to me." He said and Millie noted a very faint inflection on the word 'fine'. Perhaps she was imagining things because of her current state of mind but she was always fairly astute when it came to men putting the moves on her. Millie felt her insides shiver at the sound of his voice. It was so deep and vibrant; the timbre effortlessly dancing along her spine so her skin tingled all over. And he was gorgeous in an 'older' type of way; like ex-male-model that had held his age well, and kept his body fit! Hell it wouldn't surprise her if he was an ex-model; he dressed like one.

She threw her cell angrily back into her purse and tossed the bag into its usual spot on the passengers' seat. She released the seat belt clasp and flung the strap back over her shoulder. The clasp hit the metal of the door frame and bounced back to hit Millie in the ear. "Ow! Goddamn!" Millie yelled as she lent away from the blow holding her ear.

"Are you okay?" Mr Good-Looking-Older-Stranger asked solicitously as he reached forward and tried to open her car door. When he found it locked he reached further in and pulled up the latch without asking, and Millie didn't have the wherewithal to make an issue of it. Swinging the door wide, he half squatted in the opening, looking in at Millie. His tall frame hunkered down comfortably like he'd done it a million times. Millie was certain he was an ex model, because he certainly knew all the angles that complemented his face and form!

"I'm fine." Millie grumbled, embarrassed more than anything. Her ear throbbed and it was probably red, but so was her face.

"Why don't you let me take a look? It looked like it caught you pretty good." He said raising an arm towards her face.

Millie leaned further away. "No, I'm fine." She said perhaps a little too quickly.

The older guy made a placating gesture with his hands and stood up, stepping back from her door. Millie sighed. He really was just trying to be nice. She knew that now. Surely if he was going to try something he would have done it as soon as her window was open. He wouldn't be asking if her ear was all right if he were planning on doing something nasty to her. The errant thought, I could think of a few nasty things I'd like him to do to me, flicked through her mind unbidden, and she felt her blush deepen.

"Perhaps I could call your RSA insurer, via directory assistance for you?" Mr Good-Looking asked.

Millie felt herself flush even worse. "Ah... I don't have one."

"Oh." Was his only reply; then, "What about your home number? Surely you can remember that?"

"The only home number I remember is my parents', and they live eight hundred miles away. I'd be waiting a while." Millie replied sounding a little annoyed even though he was only trying to help.


Millie's Mayhem Ch. 02



Millie's head snapped up. "You said what now?" She queried as she leant back, hoping that she'd misheard.

"I said; my name is Drew Rasenbach..." He repeated it slowly this time, enunciating it like she was hard of hearing.

"Holy shit!" She groaned dropping her head into her hands. "That's what I thought you said. Oh Fuck!" Of course that's who he'd be! Millie thought. Who else could he be? She'd been having shitty luck all day, why would now be any different? Millie looked up, her eyes scanning the sky again. "It really is fuck with Millie day today huh?" She said dejectedly. 

Drew frowned at her. "I'm sorry did I miss something?" 

Anger flared again and this time Millie wasn't going to bite it back. "Oh you missed something all right!" She practically snarled at him as she poked him in the chest. "You follow me out here, make me think you're the Good Samaritan and the whole time you're putting on the charm, you're only thinking about how to dip your wick!" 

"I beg your pardon?" He interjected, confused by her accusations.

"Oh don't play the innocent with me!" Millie continued. In all honesty she'd been thinking about sticking it to her boss but not like this! "You Rasenbach's! You're all the same huh? You think the whole universe revolves around you and that you can do whatever the hell you like without consequence! Ha! Well not today buddy!" Millie took a breath readying herself to hit him full swing. She was so angry she could have spit!

How on earth could she have been so stupid? Why had she not thought to ask if he had a girlfriend or wife when he'd done the same to her? He had her so out of sorts that she hadn't even thought about whether or not he might have been married. 

That was no excuse of course! Millie always made a habit of checking a guys hand before she even flirted with them, searching for the telltale sign of a tan line where a ring should be. But she hadn't done that this time and now she was faced with the very real prospect of having just slept with her boss's husband – well ex-boss – but still. Her eyes flicked down to his hand. No ring, not even a tan line of where a ring should be. Well that meant nothing!

Millie might have been many things, but a home wrecker she was not, and she never ever, ever slept with married men! Hell she didn't even flirt with them. And now? Now, because of this absolutely horrid day, her amazingly awful run of bad luck, her appalling lack of good judgement, well now she'd done both! And she felt terrible about it... And angry!

"Have you any idea what you've just done? Do you even feel any remorse over it?" Millie demanded. It was a purely, anger driven question and one she didn't expect an answer too but Drew tried to answer her.

"I don't know what you're going on about Millicent." He said trying to placate her with a calm voice placing a hand on her arm. "But whatever you think it is I've done I can assure you that you have it all wrong."

"Oh really?" Millie snarled at him again shaking off his hand. "I have it wrong do I? Well how'd you like to know that it's all because of your wife that I'm out here in the middle of nowhere in the first place hmm?"

A look somewhere between confusion and surprise flashed over Drew's face. "I'm sorry? My wife...?" He began.

"Yes your wife! Oh, don't try to deny it! I know her! For Gods' sake, I used to work for Angela. Before she fired me that is! She's the reason I was tearing out of the parking garage to begin with. Why I was crying, why I took the wrong highway out of town and ultimately why I ended up here, stranded on the side of the road when you came along to rescue me!" Millie growled. "God, and I thought today couldn't get any worse! Now I've just fucked my ex-bosses husband!" Millie continued. She was so angry she wasn't thinking straight because it never once occurred to her that he might have been her ex-bosses ex-husband.

"Whoa!" Drew began holding up his hands like he was warding off a charge. "Wait a minute there, now I know you've got it all wrong..." He tried to get his point across but Millie wasn't listening, too busy berating herself and him to really hear what he was saying.

"I knew it, I just knew it! It was too good to be true! And you! You don't even feel bad about it do you?" Millie accused as she pushed herself forward, making Drew step back a little. Her skin squeaked against the metal of her car as she slid down to the ground taking the weight on her good foot as she reached up and poked him in the chest again to emphasis her words. "You're not even the slightest bit sorry are you?"

Gravel dug uncomfortably into the soles of her feet but Millie ignored it as she looked up into his face. She was already royally pissed off, so you can imagine her chagrin when she saw his eyes shining merrily, amused at her tirade and barely fighting back the laughter. 

"What the hell?" Millie growled at him incredulously. "You think this is funny?"

At that Drew did laugh... a deep and hearty laugh. 

"I'm glad you think this is so fucking hilarious!" She spat at him sarcastically as she turned and tried to limp away, her hand on her car for support.

"Oh Millicent, I'm sorry, but you should see your face!" He said as he reached over and grasped her elbow. 

She shook off his hand roughly and tried to hobble away again. "Leave me alone, you arsehole!" 

"Millicent stop! Please?" He said his voice acquiescent now. "Will you please let me explain?"

"I don't want to hear your fucking excuses." Millie said angrily.

"Oh, for Gods' sake!" Drew growled as he grabbed her shoulder to spin her around. His fingers slipped, catching at the material of her shirt. Without meaning to, he yanked on it roughly and her blouse pulled apart as two buttons came flying loose. Millie, already off balance due to her ankle, spun around and fell back hard against the door of her car. Realising what he'd done Drew immediately began to apologise. "Millicent, I'm sorry I..."

Shock at Drew's action rendered her speechless; Millie's mouth hung open in surprise. Then anger; white and hot, irascibly rose up and nearly blinded her. Millie virtually screamed like a fish wife as she threw herself forward. Arms flailing, she honestly didn't know what she was doing but she was so angry all she could think about was bludgeoning him to death with her bare hands. 

He'd made such a fool of her. Just like his damn wife had, and now he was going to put his hands on her again?! Millie didn't bloody think so! She hissed and yelled, her hands like claws as she struck at him, not sure if she was landing any hits but not truly caring. Her anger needed an outlet, as he was as good a one as any.

"Millicent!" Drew barked as he warded off her blows with his arms. He growled and wrestled with her, grabbing at her arms until he captured them and clamp them down beside her ribs. He pushed his body against her and pinned her against the car's rear door.

"Let me go, you prick!" Millie yelled, struggling hard against his hands.

"No way! Not until you promise to settle down." Drew told her. Millie couldn't believe how calm he was. Just another mark against him she thought as she continued to twist her arms in his grip. She could feel the bulge of his crotch as it swelled against her belly. She couldn't believe it. He was getting turned on even now?

Her mind reeled back in righteous anger although her treacherous body betrayed her and she felt an electric thrill fire across her senses which set her pulse to racing for an entirely different reason – which in turn made Millie even angrier! She didn't want to feel this arousal, this raw attraction she experienced towards this man, a man that was married and should bloody well know better! 

Her white hot, blinding anger had dissipated though she still seethed. She had passed the state of wanting to physically assault him. She knew he wasn't about to release her if she kept fighting so she stilled, catching her breath as she glared up at him. 

"Fine!" She said crossly. "Let me go." 

"Do you promise not to hit me anymore?" He asked softly, staring down at Millie intently. 

"I promise. Now will you let me go already?" Millie said a little insincerely.

Drew stared at her for a moment longer before slowly releasing his grip on her wrists. He was watching her every move, gauging whether he was going to have to defend himself again Millie supposed. Millie thought he might step back and release her fully, but it didn't seem Drew was going to trust her entirely. 

"Now will you listen to what I have to say?" He asked reasonably.

"I told you, I don't care. I don't want to hear it." Millie said as she looked away. Her voice sounded shaky and she hated herself for it. Despite herself Millie's body was acutely aware of his, and had a mind of its own. Her pulse had increased yet again and all she could hear was the rush of blood in her ears as her stomach churned with nervous flutters. And all because she could feel his hard cock pressed against her belly, she was taking promiscuous to a whole other level today! 

She got annoyed at herself again. God why did he have to be her bosses husband? Why did he have to be so God damn gorgeous and nice to boot? Why couldn't he act like an arsehole too, it'd make it so much easier to despise him! "Please, would you let me go?" Millie hated that she could hear a catch in her voice. She bit the inside of her cheek; she was not going to cry again!

He shifted against her, Millie thinking that he was about to move away but much to her frustration all he did was drop his hands to her hips and he gently squeezed her. "I really think you should listen to what I have to say." 

Millie was close to giving up, all her anger had fled and resignation was spilling in to fill the void. "Why bother? It won't make much difference, you'll still be married and I'll still..."

"Millicent will you please just shut up and listen!" Drew growled exasperatedly. "No wonder Angela fired you. You two are so much alike it isn't funny!" 

"What's that supposed to mean!?" Millie demanded indignantly, glaring up at him with fire in her eyes, her anger peaking again. How dare he compare her to his wife! Millie leant further back trying to put a bit of space between their bodies. She really was having a hard time thinking straight; although she didn't try to push him away. 

"Well for one, you both talk over the top of people who are trying to tell you something! You're both too wrapped up in your own head to hear what anyone else is saying. And you know what? It drives me absolutely mental! Every time it happens the only thing I can think about is shoving something in Angela's mouth to shut her up. And you've just made me feel the same way! Although, what I want to shove in your mouth is slightly different to what I want to shove in hers."

Millie's lip curled back. What had she been thinking about him not being an arsehole? She was currently rethinking that opinion. "Now you're just being vulgar!" Millie said annoyed at his inference.

He chuckled at her. "It only sounds vulgar because you assume such things Millicent." Drew couldn't resist baiting her as he ground his hips against her stomach. His hands trailed higher over her waist, heading towards the underside of her breasts. 

"Well why don't you set me straight and tell me exactly what it is, so I'm not assuming anything." Millie spat his words back at him. She was trying to ignore the maddening tingles shivering over her skin where his hands and body touched her, trying her hardest to ignore the throbbing ache that centred betwixt her thighs, but she was finding it very hard. Her eyes fluttered, betraying the stirring of arousal in her body to Drew, but Millie really wasn't all that aware of it.

"How about I go one better and show you?" Drew growled, finally losing his patience with her. 

Millie's head snapped up as his came down. His mouth was hard, his anger making his kiss a little rougher than intended. His tongue thrust against Millie's mouth, slick, wet and oh God, so hot, so demanding. Millie whimpered against it as he nipped at her bottom lip hard, making her gasp and open up to him. His tongue invaded her mouth uninvited, spearing in to taste and plunder her sweetness as a hand reached up to hold her head still. Millie responded without thought, her mouth sucking and moving against his, her tongue duelling for purchase, their breaths, low moans and whispers of pleasure, against each other's lips.

Millie swooned, nearly losing herself in that kiss as passion rushed through her... until she felt his hand as it squeezed at her breast, shaping and moulding it in his palm. With that hot shock of passionate arousal; came a rush of such guilt that Millie pulled back from him in a panic, pushing at his chest and twisting her head to break the kiss. 

When Drew followed, not willing to give up Millie's mouth fighting to keep their lips locked together, Millie bit his lip – hard. 

Drew's head jerked back and a wordless grunt of pain escaped his throat as he sucked in a breath through his nose. He stared down at Millie and she saw his tongue swipe out and move across the bite mark. She'd broken the skin, the red stain of blood stark against his lips. Drew's eyes narrowed as he stared down at her.

"Okay, so I deserved that." He said, then rushed on, opting to speak first before Millie could get her wind back. "And before you go getting on that high horse again, let's get one thing straightened out before you do some permanent damage hmm? Angela is most definitely not my wife; she never has been and never will be. In fact I have never been married in my life!" 

"But you're a Rasenbach, and she's a Rasenb..." Millie began angrily, not daring to believe him, but her voice trailed off slowly as an inkling of understanding began to dawn.

Drew gave her that crooked smile of his and nodded at her. "Siblings usually share a last name too."

"But..." Millie's face flushed with colour. All the wind went out of her sails as she sagged back against the car. She could have died of embarrassment. Millie had been giving him a hard time and all along he was Angela's damn brother! Why hadn't she even thought of that possibility? She'd been so focused on having such a bad day that commonsense hadn't had a chance to prevail and she'd flown off the handle half cocked. 

It wasn't so hard to put two and two together now that she she'd been told and as she looked up at him, she couldn't help but see the family resemblance. Although his features were totally masculine, Millie could see the same downward tilt to the eyes, the same fullness and shape to the mouth, the cheek bones. God how had she not seen it before now? 

Millie watched as his tongue subconsciously flicked out to probe at the bite mark she'd inflicted on him and felt utterly terrible. Her face darkened even more. She looked away, glancing off down the road, her feeling of guilt making it impossible for her to look at him just then. Getting struck by lightning sounded like a really good idea, right about now. Or maybe the earth could open up and swallow her whole. Anything would have been better than standing there under his scrutiny feeling like that. Millie blinked away the sting of tears she could feel at the corner of her eyes. After the way she'd acted, tears were a luxury that she didn't deserve.

She'd been such an idiot and he'd been right, Millie had assumed way too much. Her mom and dad were always telling her she was too quick to jump to conclusions and that one day it was going to come back to bite her in the ass. Well today – she'd got bitten!

Millie turned back and glanced sideways up at Drew before dropping her eyes to stare at his chest, and the face-smudge she'd left on his shirt. She swallowed, "You're her brother?" Millie asked dumbly, just for something to say. 

"Mmm. Older brother." He supplied softly, watching her.

"I'm sorry." Her voice sounded weak and thready when she spoke. She cleared her throat and tried again. "I'm really sorry about everything. I... was acting like a complete idiot. I'd... I'd understand if you'd had enough of my shit, if you wanted to bail and leave me to fend for myself."

He chuckled which made Millie peek up at his face. He had that smile on his dial once again. "Millicent... does it feel like I want to bail, to you?" 

She gave him a half smile as her attention was redirected to his thick cock currently poking into her stomach. Oh she hadn't forgotten about it, Millie was just trying her hardest not to think about it or the fact that her heart was still thumping, making her blood rush through her young body. Even with everything that had taken place, the sexual attraction she felt for this guy was astonishing – addicting! And it frightened her a little. 

She didn't even know him, but the throb between her legs intensified as her kegel muscles contracted in unspoken response to him. She squeezed her thighs together and swallowed a silent, nervous gulp. Her nipples peaked hard again as she inhaled a shaky breath. She was just about to open her mouth, to give in and let him have his way with her again; when he stepped back from her.

The sudden departure of his body nearly came as a physical shock. Cool air rushed in against her heated skin. Millie felt a moment of alarm as a shudder crept over her body, perhaps he was going to bail on her after all? He gave her an apologetic smile. "Hold that thought." He said to Millie as he reached into his pocket.

"Hello Darcy." He said into his cell as he flipped it open. Millie's body cooled slightly as she watched him take the phone call. He glanced down at his watch. "Yes I can see what time it is. I know. You'll just have to reschedule with Josh. Yes I know, but I'm in the middle of something important. Yes, even more important than Josh. Darcy, anytime will be fine, whatever suits his schedule. I'm sure you'll manage, that's why I hired you. Yes Darcy. It's very important. I'm in the middle of a... rescue." He glanced sideways at Millie and chuckled; there was a long pause. "Good-bye Darcy." Drew farewelled Darcy in a tone that spoke of long suffering tolerance, they were obviously close. He looked at Millie again. "Now where were we? Ah yes... a rescue!" He said with a grin.

He didn't step back in to embrace her as Millie hoped he would. Instead, he took another step back and put a little more distance between their bodies. Millie shivered disappointedly and watched as Drew began scrolling through his phone list. "A-ha." He said when he found the number he was after. He put the phone to his ear.

"Hey Garry, it's Drew. Yeah pal, I'm great and you? How's Beth? Really? That's wonderful to hear! Listen pal I'm calling in a favour. Yeah... I know." Drew chuckled. "No it's nothing that bad. I need you to come pick up a car for me... no it's not mine, but I want you to charge it to me okay?..."

"Drew no..." Millie tried to interject, but he held a shushing finger up at her and half turned.

"Great! Thanks pal I owe you one. Yeah, the car is parked about five miles down the second Milford Springs exit. It's a bright yellow, Ford Laser hatch... you can't miss it." Drew chuckled again. "I told you it wasn't mine!" 

Drew proceeded to give Garry the rest of the pertinent information as Millie listened on, even going so far as to tell him where they would hide the keys for his benefit. He hung up and turned back to Millie.

"You shouldn't have done that!" Was the first thing that popped out of Millie's mouth, as she felt a little embarrassed.

"Why, you're welcome of course." Drew replied.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound ungrateful," Millie said to him. "Because I am grateful for all your help but I could have taken care of it myself... really." 




Millie's Mayhem Ch. 02



"I know you could have, but well I'm the one with the contact list at the moment." He said brushing off her concerns as he stepped nearer. His hands took a hold of her hips once more as he pulled her against him. "Let's just say you can pay me back... somehow..." He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

Millie knew exactly what he meant when he said 'somehow' and feminist in her knew she should feel offended by the inference... but she just couldn't. Millie honestly didn't mind a little bit of sexist chauvinism in her men. Not too much, but a little was always good! 

Millie couldn't help herself, she giggled. "Well of course I will pay you back. Depending on how much the tow job costs of course, do you think we could work out a payment plan? Because I'm kinda between jobs just at the moment..."

"I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement." Drew answered huskily as his hands slid down and around to her ass. 

Millie smiled bashfully her eyes fluttering prettily as she felt his hands knead her buns together. "I was hoping you'd be agreeable." 

"Oh I'm agreeable all right." Drew responded, leaning in, "Very agreeable."

Millie laughed as she let her hands trail up along his arms. Her fingers curled behind his neck as he brought his mouth closer to hers. They shared their breath for a moment before their lips met and Millie's eyelids drooped languidly as a thrill shot through her body. The warmth and texture of his lips, his tongue, the taste of his mouth, the smell of his skin, it was all so very intoxicating and Millie felt herself falling into lust with this man.

Millie was enjoying the kiss a great deal, moaning against his lips, pushing harder against his mouth as their passion began to intensify. Her heart was thumping, and the thrill of another sizzling tryst began shivering across her skin when Drew broke the kiss abruptly and straightened. Millie was left feeling a bit bewildered. 

He stared down at her for a long moment, just gazing at her face and Millie began to feel slightly self-conscious, until Drew smiled and dipped his head to give her a quick but firm kiss. He raised his head again. "You know, while I would love to pin you against this car and ravish you yet again, spend the entire afternoon eating you up from head to toe out here in the sunshine, I think it's time we took this party someplace else." He announced before grinning at her slyly.

Millie gave a cry of alarm as Drew swooped low and swept her feet from beneath her. She fell back into his arms as he effortlessly hefted her against his chest. "You're chariot awaits my dear." He stated gallantly as he strode towards his car.

Millie laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck; then gasped. "My stuff!" Millie cried twisting her head to look back, remembering all of her personal belongings were still in her car, along with her handbag. She couldn't leave those behind.

"Don't worry. I'll grab it in a moment." Drew reassured her.

"Thank you." Millie said gratefully.

"You are most welcome." Drew replied grandly, sticking to his 'rescue' theme. Millie laughed again. Drew stopped beside the passenger door of his black BMW M series 2 and leant down a fraction. "Be a peach and pull the handle."

Millie complied with a smile. As the door swung open the rich aroma of new leather, new car and old spice wafted out to assault her senses. It made Millie shiver. Was this really happening to her? A knight in shining armour, come to rescue her, on his valiant steed? Or in her case, said knight in tailored Armani, come to rescue her in his shining black Beemer, a steed of a different sort no doubt? She felt like she should pinch herself and make sure she wasn't dreaming. However, the dull ache in her ankle was sufficient to reminder her that this was indeed happening. 

She glanced up at Drew as he bent to set her down on the plush leather seat. He saw her looking and flashed her that million dollar smile. Millie felt her stomach tremble with nervous energy. Never, ever had she had a reaction like this to someone she'd only just met. Oh, she'd had the flutter of attraction unsettle her stomach on more than one occasion, but usually once she'd slept with the guy, well, it disappeared and she lost interest, hence why she was single and overly promiscuous. She'd never met anyone that could hold her attention for more than a few moments.

This man however, seemed different. She didn't know what it was, she just couldn't put her finger on it, but God he made her insides quake! Millie watched him as he walked back to her small car, admiring the easy stride, the effortless grace he possessed as he moved; appreciating the fact that he had a great ass too! He grabbed her stuff and locked her car, hiding the key in the wheel arch of the rear tyres.

He returned and put her things in the boot before sliding into the driver's seat beside her. He twisted a little as he retrieved his driving gloves. Millie felt that unreasonable touch of dread as he pulled them on and then chided herself. She'd just fucked this guys brain's out and she was worried about a pair of gloves? Millie really needed to get her priorities straight. 

Drew donned his sunglasses and looked over at her with a smile. "Ready?"

"Yes kind Sir." Millie replied prettily, playing along with his gallantry. Drew smiled broadly at her and chuckled.

Millie leant back against her seat as he leant towards her. He reached across her body and pulled on the seatbelt, clicking it into place. He looked up at her and gave her another smile; his face so close to hers. "Safety first, milady." He said before nudging his head forward and giving her a quick kiss. 

"Thanks." Millie said breathlessly as Drew started the car and pulled around on the road, heading back to the highway turnoff. 

They sat in relative silence for the first twenty minutes of the drive, Millie unable to stop herself from casting furtive glances at Drew's gloved hands. She obviously wasn't good at being furtive as after a short while, Drew turned to her. 

"Do you have something against driving gloves?" He asked his voice congenial.

"Ah, no." Millie denied immediately, but then thought better of it and answered him honestly. "It's just that, well, why do you even need to wear them?" 

Drew held a hand up as he watched the road. "Why Millicent, do you not think they make me look dashing and debonair?" He joked, flapping his wrist loosely like a fop. 

Millie didn't think to check the derisive snort that she let out at Drew's joke. Then realising how rude that must have sounded, she quickly apologised. "I'm sorry I didn't mean that. Of course, they suit you, but what's the point of them?"

Drew laughed. "Well darlin'..." He began in an affected drawl. "As far as I know there are really only two reasons to wear driving gloves. The first is that they afford the wearer a better grip on the steering wheel..." He reached over and touched her knee, sliding his fingers gently up her thigh to the hitched hem of her skirt and then back down again. "The leather is soft and supple and feels rather nice against the skin too." His voice was low and insinuating; hot! It made Millie's spine tingle and her nipples pulled tight. He withdrew his hand and replaced it on the wheel as a faint smirk touched his lips. "Secondly, and most importantly I think, you wear driving gloves to protect the leather on the steering wheel."

Millie swallowed, her blood heating from his quick caress. She hoped she sounded normal when she spoke. "Protect it from what?" 

"Well from your hands." Drew replied like that should have been blatantly obvious to her. "Think about all the things you do throughout the day. Everything you pick up, everything you touch, all the grit and grime you accumulate on your hands in one day. Then think about how many times you actually wash your hands. Add to that the natural oils your skin produces, and then you go and grab a hold of your pricey leather steering wheel? Leather, absorbs a lot of grime over time. So if you want to save the leather upholstery on your steering wheel, you wear gloves, otherwise you end up with sticky, discoloured mess."

"Oh." Millie said feeling a little foolish. Now explained, it made perfect sense. "That seems... logical."

"I think so." Drew replied glancing at her briefly before turning his attention back to the road. "Also, they're great for not leaving fingerprints!"

Millie's head snapped around and she stared at him wide eyed. When she saw he was fighting back laughter, she got that he was joking again. "Oh ha ha very funny." Millie grumbled. Drew laughed.

There was another silent stretch of road and Millie relaxed back into her seat comfortably as she stared out of her window. Traffic was beginning to pick up slightly as they slowly neared the city. As was usually the case the drive back into the city seemed to take less time. Or perhaps it was simply because she was still in Drew's company that time seemed to rush past. As Millie contemplated this she realised she was actually dreading the moment she had to say good bye to him. 

She'd known him less than an hour before she'd spread her legs and boned him like a pro and here she was another hour later, dreading the thought of parting from his company. What was up with her today?

"A penny for your thoughts?" Drew's low voice broke into her reverie.

Millie looked over at him and gave him a half smile as she thought of something mundane to tell him. It certainly wouldn't do to fill him in on what she was really thinking about. "Oh you know, just thinking about... stuff. My car and... Things." She said. Bringing up her car triggered a thought and she fixed Drew with a stare. "I hope you realise that I am going to pay you back for that. It's not like my car has broken down or anything. I just ran out of gas. So it shouldn't cost all that much."

"Oh I intend to make you pay, Millicent. Again and again, and then hopefully again." Drew insinuated softly, as he stared resolutely ahead.

Millie felt an excited chill run down her spine and she squeezed her thighs together. She smiled as she twisted and leant towards her sexy rescuer. "Promise?" She breathed cheekily.

Drew couldn't help the smile that quirked at the corners of his mouth. "I promise." 

"Now?" Millie suggested reaching forward to lay a hand on his thigh. Her fingertips kneaded his thigh gently, inching their way closer to his groin. 

Drew shifted in his seat, squirming a little as his cock responding to her touch, though his tone was dubious as he spoke. "Millicent I..." 

Millie cut him off before he could say no. "Think of it as my first down payment." She told him quickly with a smile and an arched brow, as she used the back of her knuckles to gently stroke along his quickly burgeoning member. 

"Millicent I'm driving..." He tried again and once more Millie cut him off.

"I know. And it's Millie."

"Pardon?" Drew asked confused. Millie's hand in his lap must have been distracting.

Millie rolled her wrist and cupped her fingers around Drew's thick shaft through his pants giving it a quick squeeze. "I prefer to be called Millie." She told him her fingers already working at the button and zip. She wasn't going to be denied. 

Millie licked her lips as she pulled open the front of Drew's pants and slid her hand inside. Cupping his thickening cock she squeezed it hard through his briefs, extracting a deep groan from him. When Drew didn't try to stop her, she smiled. She knew she'd get her way. 

She watched his jaw clench. "Millie!" He half growled from between his teeth. 

"Yes Drew?" She replied innocently as she slipped her fingers into the waist band of his briefs, stroking the backs of her fingers against the smooth, sensitive skin of his lower abdomen, while the pads of her fingers thrummed past the head of his quickly swelling cock. Millie watched his jaw muscles working overtime as another low groan sounded. 

"Oh God!" Drew breathed.

"Is that a yes?" Millie queried as she pushed her hand lower and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing length. Pushing down, stroking his thick cock through her loose grip as she sidled closer to him. 

"Yes." Drew replied breathlessly.

Millie smiled as she leant in and kissed along his jaw to his ear. She sucked his lobe into her warm mouth and let her tongue lick the underside as she pulled back. Drew gave a quick shudder. "Lift up a little." Millie whispered in his ear. 

Drew raised his hips so Millie could push his trousers and briefs down just enough to free the majority of his fat cock. He managed to keep the car surprisingly straight considering his manoeuvring and settled back into his seat as Millie wrapped her small hand around the entirety of his thick shaft and begin pumping slowly. Drew groaned hard and Millie smiled against his ear. 

She began working her hand in slow, firm pumps, stroking it up and down his length, squeezing at the bulbous head and rubbing her thumb across the tip every now and then. His hard cock throbbed in her grasp. Millie could feel the quick pulse of blood that ran through the veins on his engorged member. Millie kept up the teasing, rubbing her thumb across the tip over and over again, teasing the slit gently until she could feel the slow ooze of pre-cum slick beneath her fingertips. She smeared it over the head.

"Mmm," Millie moaned in Drew's ear eliciting a shiver from him. "Someone's ready."

She shifted back a little, using one hand to flick her hair out of the way before she dropped her head into Drew's lap. She let her warm breath flow over the head of his throbbing shaft teasing him, wanting the anticipation to grow.

She let her mouth engulfed him and she heard him groan in pleasure at the wet heat of her mouth as it slid along his length nearly right to the root. Millie moaned as she pushed down further, taking his fat cock all the way into the back of her throat. 

Millie would have smiled if she could have when she heard Drew's gasp quickly followed by a deep groan of appreciation. It was one of the things most guys said they loved about her. Millie had minimal gag reflex. What she did have she could control quite well, and she was going to make the most of it now with Drew. Millie swallowed, making her throat muscles constrict and roll over the head of Drew's thick shaft. 

"Holy shit!" Drew hissed over her heard. Millie began to bob her head up and down in his lap, deep throating his pole on every stroke, slurping and sucking, enjoying the feel and taste of Drew's rather large cock. There was a faint taste of her own pussy still on his shaft and it made Millie suck him harder. Millie knew she gave great head and she was pulling out all the stops on this one! Low groans and moans came from her as she slurped and sucked his engorged member and she knew it wasn't going to take him long before he came.

Millie used her hand to stroke his cock as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, teasing at the flare and slit, sucking the sweet pre-cum up and savouring the taste. He was quite thick and already her jaw was beginning to ache as she worked on him, her jaw overly stretched to accommodate his girth. But she kept going; it made her tingle all over to know she was giving him pleasure, she could feel her nipples, tight and aching inside her bra and it was a feeling she relished. Millie really did enjoy sucking cock. And Drew's was no exception!

She bobbed up and down, her hand stroking along in time with her hot mouth, her full plump lips sliding wetly over his length as she pulled back and kissed his tip lovingly. She let her fingers delve deeper and gently kneaded at Drew's balls. She stroked them and let her fingernails lightly graze over them. She felt his sac twitch as it began to pull tight. Millie knew what that meant. 

Quickly she dropped her head forward and took Drew back into her throat. She swallowed again, tightening her throat over his cock head once more and she heard him swear again in response. He was getting close. 

Millie worked harder. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She dropped her head down over and over again, forcing the head of his cock into her throat each time, until he had no option but to empty himself into her mouth. She moaned loudly, egging him on, hoping the vibrations would push his over the edge. She was so eager to taste his hot goo she pumped her hand up and down in time with her mouth. Faster and faster Millie bobbed until she felt Drew's gloved hand drop onto the back of her head.

"Oh Fuck!" He grunted hard as his hips jerked up into her face. Millie simply opened her throat and let him push in as far as he could. "OH Fuck!!" He cried out as his hand pushed down harder on Millie's head and he thrust his cock deeper into her mouth as he exploded!

Millie felt the car swerve a little as she greedily gulped down Drew's thick gooey seed, her throat, tongue and mouth milking him as he drove along. She could feel his thigh muscles twitching wildly as she sucked and sucked, drinking down his hot cum. 

After a moment, she felt his hand let go of her head and his hips dropped back down into his seat. She suckled the entire length of his cock as she drew her head up and off of his shaft, using her tongue to gently clean his thick member, slurping and moaning lightly as he began to go soft. When she was satisfied that he was clean she slowly rose. 

Sitting back she looked up at Drew, licking her lips. "Good?" She asked as she stroked a finger lightly up and down his softening member. 

Drew gave a shudder as the tension left him and let out the held breath he had trapped in his chest. "Very." Drew said with feeling as he looked at her. 

Millie smiled in return and patted his cock before pulling his briefs up and helping to fix his pants. She sat back in her seat and let her head fall back against the rest, very pleased with herself. She watched him as he drove; she had enjoyed that a great deal! 

Millie sighed inwardly, she really was dreading the moment when she had to say good bye to this guy. He was so attractive! And not in the sense of being good looking, although he was that too. There was something about him that drew Millie to him like a moth to a flame; a tied old cliché but true nonetheless. 

She watched him from her side of the car as they drove in silence once again, and then shook her head slightly in disbelief. She couldn't quite believe that Drew was Angela's brother. They seemed nothing alike. For one, Drew was actually nice. Millie's experience with Angela to date had left her with a less than friendly opinion of the woman. Hell, Millie's opinion of the woman was decidedly 'R' rated and not for general exhibition as it contained coarse language and gratuitous violence. Under the right circumstances, Millie thought, it could also be 'X' rated as Millie wished she'd had the balls to tell Angela to go fuck herself. 

"You know you're going it again." Drew said not looking at her, his breathing still a little laboured.

"Hmm, sorry what?" Millie asked shaking her head slightly, as Drew's voice brought her back.

"You're staring. And thinking. I can almost hear the gears turning." 

"Sorry, away with the fairies." Millie apologised.

"What were you thinking about?" Drew queried. "And before you say 'Oh nothing important', it must have been interesting going by the little frown on your face and the 'huff' you gave."

Millie's eyes flicked fractionally wider. "I didn't, did I?" 

"You certainly did." Drew laughed. "A little 'pissed off' sound from your nose."

"Sorry." Millie said again as her face flushed pink. "But you don't really want to know what I was thinking."

"Oh?" Drew's voice sounded intrigued as he turned his face to her. His brow was quirked high behind his sunglasses. "Nothing bad I hope?"




Millie's Mayhem Ch. 02



"Not about you." She said and instantly regretted it. Millie knew she ought to keep quiet but some fatalistic aspect of her character sometimes made her say stupid things without thinking them through first. Like now! 

"Oh? Which is to say, that you were thinking something bad about someone else?" Drew surmised correctly. 

Millie's face flushed a deeper shade of pink as she glanced away. 

"Ten guesses who that might be." Drew said with a sardonic smile. 

Millie wasn't quite sure how to read his tone, but figured she should apologise. "Sorry," she said, glancing down at her hands. "I know she's your sister and all, but well, I'm still kind of upset." Millie had to bite her tongue here. What she wanted to tell Drew was that his sister had said some really nasty shit to her. But instead opted for the more diplomatic approach; she didn't want to alienate him because of her feelings towards Angela. So when she continued, it was with more restraint. "She said some really, unkind things to me."

She looked over at Drew and saw him give a little shake of his head. "I don't doubt it." He said his lips pressed together. 

Millie didn't want to read too much into his statement, not wanting to end up in the middle of some family dispute, but it sounded like there wasn't much love lost between the siblings. Still Millie, for once, kept her mouth wisely closed. 

"Look, I won't try to apologise for Angela, she's big enough to do that on her own. But you should know that not all of us Rasenbach's are like my little sister." Drew told her.

"How many of you are there?" Millie queried, curious now.

"Five altogether; in the immediate family that is." Drew answered. 

"Are you the oldest?" 

"Are you trying to say I look old?" He asked his tone affronted.

"Ah, no no, not at all!" Millie quickly denied. He was older than what she was used too but be definitely didn't look old. 

"Relax! I was kidding." Drew said with a smile. He sighed then, "I'm the second oldest. Alexander is the eldest, then me, then Angela, then the twins Alwyn and Allison." 

Millie dropped her head forward and glanced at him from below her brows, frankly disbelieving. "You're kidding right?"

"'Fraid not." Drew said sounding as though he'd answered this question a million times over. "My mum was a little bit eccentric and had a thing for the letter 'A'. It has long been a family joke. We're kind of reconciled to it." 

"Seriously?" Millie said again, not quite believing him, thinking that he was messing with her again.

"Seriously." He answered again. 

"So that would make your full name, Andrew?" 

"You got it in one!" He answered with a smile. 

"Right! You're pulling my leg, huh?" Millie still couldn't believe him.

"Not at all. You know if you don't believe me I could always introduce you one time if you like?" He added.

"What? To your mum?" Millie asked taken aback. 

"No!" Drew chuckled before sobering. "No, that would be impossible. She passed away some years ago."

Millie felt her jaw clench; the taste of 'foot' making her curse her stupid mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry." 

"Don't be, how would you know something like that? No, I meant to my brothers and my other sister. You already know Angela."

"Oh, well... I don't know." Millie stammered.

Drew smiled. "They don't bite you know. Despite how Angela is, the rest of us are fairly well behaved."

Millie made a non-committal sound. "Eh-hh. I don't know. That'd be kind of weird." She said. "We've only just met, type thing, and well you know... all things considered, its' not like we know each other very well?" 

Drew gave her a sideways glance and grinned. "You know I do plan on changing that fact."

"Well, yes I realise I still owe you for my car and the ride back to town..." Millie began.

"I wasn't talking about screwing your brains out Millie, although I'd like to do that again too. I was talking about really getting to know you." Drew said glancing sideways at her again, this time with a serious look on his face. "I know it might sound weird 'all things considered' as you say. But there's something about you Millicent Parker that is both wonderfully exasperating and strangely attractive."

Millie was once again surprised. Well she certainly hadn't expected to hear that from him. Aside from the compliment being a tiny bit backhanded, she essentially felt the same way, had only been thinking about it a moment ago. She really did want to get to know this guy better. 

The pause between his words and her response had grown, making it awkward and Millie didn't quite know how to break the silence. She smiled cautiously, still thinking about what best to say and how best to say it. She didn't want to sound desperate or overly eager, but she didn't want to give him the impression she wasn't interested either! God she'd never been any good at this sort of shit!

"Well... of course I would understand if you weren't interested." Drew said into the quiet, mistaking her silence for doubt or rejection.

"No! No I want you... I mean too, I want 'too' to." Millie said quickly, cringing inwardly at how lame she must have sounded to Drew just then. Millie took a breath. "I mean, I would like to get to know you better too!" She clarified with a self deprecating smile. "Sorry, I really suck at this sort of stuff." 

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that!" Drew said with a small laugh, breaking the tension. Did he sound relieved? Millie wondered.

"Wrong with what?" Millie asked slightly confused, pretty sure she was missing something.

"Well... sucking!" Drew replied with his lopsided grin.

It took a second. Then Millie's jaw dropped open as a smile tried to plaster itself across her face at the same time. "You!" She breathed amused by his teasing, then, "Asshole!" She broke out in laughter. Now that was more like what she was used too! That she could handle.

Drew looked at her and sank back into his chair with a big grin. Millie shook her head and looked out the window once more. They were just about back in the city proper. She wondered where they were going to go from here.



Millie's Mayhem



"Oh." There it was again, that deep, disheartened (judging) 'oh'. It made Millie want to kick him, and it put Millie in a defensive mood.

"Look, don't worry about it. I'll manage." She said as she twisted around to get out of her car. "I'll just walk back to the highway until I find an emergency phone-stop and call for a tow truck." Not that I'll be able to afford it! She thought to herself. As she went to stand up, the heel of her shoe slipped on the metal of the door frame, making her stumble. Her ankle shot back behind her and got caught in one of the many little 'build' holes of the cars chassis; one of the many little holes that should have had a rubber stopper in it but had long since perished with the age of the car.

Her shoe stuck fast and she pitched forward. Mr Good-Looking stepped forward and caught her in his arms before she could hit the dirt. "Whoa!" He said as he gently righted her. Millie felt the jolt of electricity fire off through her body almost at once. It was like a spark of heat and it set her heart to pounding. She swallowed nervously.

"Oh man! What now?" Millie groaned angrily to cover her discomfit at being so close to this attractive, older stranger. She pushed away from him as she turned back and saw her shoe still attached to the car. She did that stupid 'one-high-heel-on' hop-walk back to her car and reached down to yank her shoe free. The bulk of the shoe came away in Millie's hand, but there was a definite 'snap' and Millie looked down to espy the five inch heel still imbedded in the door frame. "Oh man!" Millie growled angrily again as she threw her ruined shoe onto the driver's seat. "I give up! What else could possibly go wrong?"

She stepped back and not truly thinking it through; slammed the door closed as hard as she could... Only the heel of her shoe and the seat belt clasp were in the way and so as she turned back to Mr Good-Looking, the door bounced off the thick, metal clasp and the shoe heel, and struck Millie in the ass; throwing her forward into the stranger once again.

Millie stumbled hard against Mr Good-Looking. She threw up her arms but not quickly enough and her face rebounded off his chest as his arms came around to steady her. Millie could have died from embarrassment. Hearing his good natured chuckle just made it worse. "Geez you really are having a bad day huh?" He asked; his voice sounding amused.

Irrational anger bloomed inside her and Millie found herself pushing abruptly away from her would-be rescuer. "Yeah; no shit!" She spat sarcastically as she righted herself this time. Glancing at his chest she could have kicked herself in the ass (on purpose) as she noted the light tan smudge in the shape of the side of her face (complete with candy apple red lip imprint), left behind on the guy's pristinely white business shirt right beside his tie. The shirt was tailored, Millie could tell just by looking at it, and considering her luck today it was probably made out of expensive Egyptian cotton or some such! Which meant it was ruined and she was possibly looking at three hundred dollars easily to replace it if he was going to be a douche about it!

The thought only made her angrier and she let out a little 'argh' of disgust, more at herself for being such a klutz than at the man in front of her. She walked -- or more rightly hobbled -- away from Mr Good-Looking, grumbling irritably under her breath as she did. Her heeled foot twisted on the uneven ground and she felt her ankle tweak in protest at the odd angle. "Ow!" She cried out at the pain as she stumbled yet again.

Mr Good-Looking's hand was on her hip again. "Here let me help..." He began.

"No!" Millie interrupted, cutting him off crossly mid sentence as she pushed his hand away; a jolt of electricity speeding up her arm where she touched him. "I'm fine! I'll manage." She bit her lip, she didn't know this guy from Sam, why on earth was her body reacting this way?

She bent down and removed her high-heel, noting that her ankle ached a little but didn't pay much attention to it. She straightened and made to walk away again but cried out in pain once more as her ankle buckled underneath her. "Ow!" Tears, unbidden sprang to her eyes. Her ankle was well and truly sprained.

"Oh fuck right off!" She growled angrily at her latest affliction, dashing the tears away. "You've got to be mother-fucking kidding me!" She spat out as she looked to the sky and hopped on one foot. "Anything else you'd like to throw at me? Huh? Did some deity wake up on the wrong side of their fucking cloud this morning and decide it was 'Fuck with Millie Day' today?

"First I get fired by a woman who I thought was so great but turns out to be the biggest bitch ever! I get stuck on the wrong highway and end up in the middle of fucking God knows where! My car runs out of fuel on some God forsaken back water, bum-fuck, country fucking road, I break my favourite pair of bloody shoes, get knocked over and now sprain my mother-fucking ankle! What next? Struck by mother-fucking lightening?" Millie yelled at the top of her lungs; well past caring as her anger grew to breaking point and she threw her good shoe with as much force as she could muster, out and into the green field before her, forgetting about her ankle and putting too much weight on it in the process. Instantly, her knee buckled in reaction to the pain and she felt herself pitching to one side.

Strong arms caught her about the waist and kept her from once again hitting the dirt. The stranger had pulled her back against himself in an effort to keep both of them upright and Millie was instantly aware of the feel of his body; the strength of his arms and the hardness of his thighs and torso as they pressed against the back of her legs, her hips and back. She was also acutely aware of the feel of his crotch, and the large bulge, pressed against the curve of her bottom; and his hands that were pressed against her ribcage just under the swell of her bosom. She felt a thrill shoot through her body as her heart rate increased. He smelled incredible too; like warm, spicy musk and it made her knees feel weaker still. All this she took in, in a matter of seconds.

Now that she'd calmed a little, she was also highly aware that she'd just made the biggest fool of herself in front of him and more tears of self pity and embarrassment, hot and wet, rolled across her cheeks as she finally settled down.

"Here," he said gently. "Come on, let me help." He pretty much lifted her up and carried her unresisting over to her car. Setting her down on the bonnet of her car, he quietly reached into his pocket and retrieved a handkerchief, and handed it to her. He looked at her and smiled as she took it gratefully and wiped her eyes and nose. "Feel better?" He asked.

"Sorry." Millie replied embarrassedly, glancing down at her hands.

"Don't be. Sometimes it helps to vent." He said soothingly, trying to put her at ease no doubt. There was an awkward pause as Millie looked up and pulled a non-committal face at him. "So..." He began again; his smile getting more crooked as he tilted his head forward and raised an eyebrow. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

It took a moment to sink in, then Millie let out a half laugh, half sob at his attempt to break the tension. It worked though, and she smiled and nodded at her handsome rescuer. "Hmm... Among other things." Millie said only a little suggestively as she looked down at her hands again.

She knew she must look a terrible fright but she was young and beautiful and naturally flirtatious and it was bound to come out of her sooner or later regardless. Even with her current predicament, she found this older man strangely attractive, which was unusual because Millie didn't usually go for older guys. Well not more than a few years older at least. She'd always been happy to date within her age group, but this man, there was something about him? He oozed this sexual tension that made Millie sit up and really pay attention. She glanced up at him again.

Mr Good-Looking didn't miss the inference; and his smile flashed wider for a second as his mercurial grey, gorgeous eyes flirted with her. "Really? What other things?" He asked; a knowing lilt to his question as he raised that eyebrow again.

God, those eyes! Millie tilted her head in imitation and shrugged one shoulder, smiling slyly. "Oh you know... like... my dad and my friends..."

Mr Good-Looking's bark of laughter drowned out what she was going to say next, but she smiled in return. He was standing so close to her, Millie found it hard to concentrate. He was making her heart race and her stomach fluttered nervously. Millie had never had a reaction like this; to someone she'd only just met, before! And it made her feel a little coy.

"You get points for being funny!" He snorted. "But strictly speaking those are 'people' not 'things'."

"Oh well, if were speaking strictly," Millie continued smiling, glancing up at him from under lowered lashes; her confidence building. "I have this teddy bear..." Again his laugh was hearty and generous.

After a moment he sobered and stared at her, saying, "Lucky teddy bear! And does he sleep with you?" He took a half step closer to her as he spoke; staring down at her, and Millie found herself holding her breath, hoping that he would reach forward and lay his hands on her thighs... push them apart, pull her hard towards him and grind himself against her!

Oh man! She felt flustered by his closeness (and her rampant thoughts weren't helping), as her anticipation grew, and she lost her train of thought as those grey eyes peered at her. "Ah... does... um who sleep with me?" Her heart was thudding and that hollow nervous feeling in her tummy intensified. She nearly flinched when she felt the top of his knuckles gently touch the inside of her left calf halfway between ankle and knee. Millie leant a little away from him; resting back on her hands, subconsciously aware that it would push her breasts up and out towards him.

She felt like a giddy high-school girl faced with a college boy who was interested in her. And Millie was trying to remember that she was more grown up than she appeared. She seriously had to stop herself from swinging her legs back and forth and drumming her heels against the side of the car. She was twenty for heaven's sake not some ninny sixteen year old that fell prey to some intentional flirting.

"Does your teddy bear sleep with you?" His low voice resonated over the last few words, the backs of his knuckles beginning to gently stoke up and down along her calf.

Oh God, his fingers were sending little waves of pleasure shooting up her leg and inevitably they found their way to her clit. Her kegel muscles tightened all on their own in an effort to control the spasming ache developing in her warm nether region. Her eyelids gave a random staccato flutter as she sucked in a quick breath and held it. Damn he was HOT! The errant thought struck her and Millie felt her nipples tighten under her blouse; so easily discernable she would have been surprised had he missed noticing them. Millie saw that he didn't; as Mr Good-Looking's eyes dropped to her chest and he unconsciously licked his bottom lip.

"Mmm-hmm." Millie rejoined, trying her hardest to maintain her cool as she hunched her arms tighter to her side, to emphasise her bosom. "All the time."

"And you kiss him?" His voice was hypnotic and made Millie shiver every time she heard it; but his eyes were still glued to her chest.

"Yes." God what was wrong with her? All she could manage at the moment was one syllable, one word answers. Any other time -- with any other person -- Millie would have had him eating out of her hand already, (or at least, eating her out already) but this guy seriously threw her off her game.

"Doesn't your boyfriend get jealous?" His eyes flicked back up and bored into her face as his hand moved higher, closer to her knee. Millie's legs parted slightly in response and she bit her lower lip lightly to stifle the small moan threatening to escape her.

Millie's eyes fluttered once more at the feel of his fingertips as they moved against her skin. "Ah... I'm sure he would, if I had one." Millie stated breathlessly for the record.

"Oh." He smiled crookedly at that. "So no boyfriend to get jealous of you; kissing your..." Another dashing smile, raised brow and head tilt, "... teddy bear?"

God this guy was gorgeous, and he knew how to use that to his advantage. He had Millie trembling in anticipation. She breathed deeply, trying to inhale his warm masculine scent, that spicy musk that made her senses tingle. "Nope." Millie answered honestly, though as nonchalantly as she could.

"I see." Mr Good-looking said as he moved closer still, his hand travelled higher, stroking gently along her skin before resting lightly on her knee. "So, what else do you kiss with that mouth?"

Millie felt his other hand as it slid in behind her right calf near her ankle; a light touch, just the very tips, being careful not to inflict yet more pain on her injured foot. "Oh well... that... ah, that depends." Millie stuttered softly in response, trying to tease but not quite getting it right. He was close enough now that she could feel the front of his thighs pressed against the inner curve of her calves and she wanted nothing more than to part her legs and to allow him even closer. The hand on her knee changed tact and started inching its way higher along her thigh.

Slowly, lightly, Mr Good-Looking's fingertips caressed their way higher, sneaking towards the hem of her skirt. "Depends on what?" He asked; his voice low and husky and sexy.

"Well, on... on what I have to hand." Millie said finding her feet so to speak. Her nipples were still tight, aching with need and pressed against the thin material of her blouse, blatantly announcing her arousal and she had to stop herself from squirming where she sat as Mr Good-Looking's finger danced over her skin and made her shiver. Millie had started out in this conversation on the back foot. But now that there was no misconstruing this man's intent, well that was about to change.

Millie was far too used to being the one in control, and it felt just a little unusual to be playing second fiddle in this shindig. Millie gave herself a mental shake and pulled herself together. She was about to take the offensive. Leaning to one side, she raised a hand and lightly took hold of Mr Good-Looking's tie, running just the edge between her fingertips as she looked up at him again from beneath her lashes. She gave him her best coy smile, one that never failed to get her laid.

"Oh? And what if I put something in your hand?" Came the low question as his eyes flicked between her eyes and her mouth. Millie licked her lips slowly, ensuring his eyes were glued to the action. She could see the pulse in his throat as it beat fast just beneath the skin and felt his fingers as they bit deeper into the flesh of her right calf. The hand on her thigh brushed even higher, the fingertips delving just barely under the hem of her skirt and stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of her upper thigh. Millie inhaled sharply at the bold move and bit her bottom lip as her body naturally reacted to the increased stimulation, her spine jerking a little and thrusting her breast towards Mr Good-looking even more as her hips rolled back a little and her knees parted naturally.

"Well, depending on what it was; I guess I would kiss it!" Millie growled heatedly as she wrapped his tie about her hand and yanked on it hard; pulling him bodily towards her as she spread her legs wide to accommodate the girth of his hips. His torso pressed itself the full length of hers as she sat forward and mashed her voluptuous chest against his; yanking his head down towards her mouth with her other hand.

Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, her full, soft, pliant lips moulding and opening to his hard ones; allowing his tongue to thrust into her mouth and assault her senses. She felt that surge of excitement rush through her and she whimpered against his lips. His hands were no longer teasing as she felt them hard against her flesh, his left hand grabbing her behind the knee and raising it high as the hand that had been on her thigh slipped beneath her skirt unimpaired. That hand thrust up high over her leg, moving around to grasp her ass as he used his strength to lift her up a little and yank her the last few centimetres towards him.

She let out a small moan of pleasure as their groins met and she felt the evidence of his arousal. It was always such a nice feeling to know that you did that to a man. He ground his crotch against her moistening nether region and she hunched her hips forward trying to increase the pressure even more. His hands felt like they were everywhere at once, stroking against her thighs, her hips, her calf, her back. When finally he covered a breast with his hand she groaned hard into his mouth and forced her bosom forward into his palm.

Millie broke away from the kiss, her breathing laboured as she sought to catch a lungful of air. "Oh God, I barely know you!" She gasped when she had enough air in her lungs. Her words were cautionary, perhaps even arresting, though her hands kept working as Millie began unbuttoning his shirt eagerly.

Mr Good-Looking's eyes bore into hers as his hand mashed at her breast, squeezing and kneading it in his palm as he ground his engorged cock against her pussy, dry humping her mound with apparent pleasure. He groaned. "Mmm I know. Delicious isn't it?" He added just as urgently as his fingers flew to the buttons of her blouse and began to imitate what she was doing.

Millie chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before nodding enthusiastically and pulled his head back down towards her lips. His tongue was hot, and wet, and it delved deep into the recess of her moist mouth, tasting, teasing. His mouth sucking at hers like he was dying of thirst and she was his cool drink of water. He devoured her and Millie was only too happy to let him, her tongue dancing with his, duelling, fighting for purchase inside the sweet cavern of his mouth, as her hands yanked on his shirt tails, pulling them free of his pant. She loosened his tie off; and with the buttons conquered she thrust her hands into the shoulders and pushed material back and down until it hitched up against his bent elbows.

Their tongues never stopped fighting against one another's, the battle raging on in earnest as small moans of pleasure and groans of ecstasy escaped both of them. Millie let her hands skim over his warm, lightly tanned skin, marvelling at how tight and well toned his body was for an older man. His chest had a sparse spattering of hair upon it and she ran her fingers lightly over it, allowing the tips to gently caress his nipples, tweaking their hardness which made him suck in a breath of air against her mouth. She smiled against his lips.

He finished with her buttons and immediately parted the material wide, both his hands taking up a bra covered breast each. His palms moulded and squeezed at them, his thumbs brushing back and forth over her hardened nipples through the sheer material of her bra making her pant and gasp and moan in pleasure. She felt his fingertips dip into the cup of her lace trimmed bra and held her breath in anticipation. This wasn't any slow seduction, this was urgent and hot and wanton desire in its purest form. They were complete strangers and yet there was an unmistakable -- animalistic -- attraction that set them at each other's throats like hungry wolves.

With urgent force, Mr Good-Looking yanked down the cups of Millie's bras, making her gasp against his mouth as her ample bosom spilled over and into his waiting palms. He fondled and squeezed at them for a short while before pushing Millie backward with his hands and mouth. Millie had wrapped her legs about his waist and was hunching her hips against his groin as much as she could, seeking any stimulation to her clit she could get. As she was leaned backward, she came to rest on her elbows as her hot, sexy stranger kissed his way down her chest and quickly took a nipple into his hot mouth.




Millie's Mayhem



Millie cried out in pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on her hard bud. He quickly swapped to the other breast, his hand taking up where his mouth left off, and soon Millie was mewling in sexual need as she desperately tried to hump against him.

Mr Good-Looking began kissing his way lower, his hands falling into place on her breasts, his hot tongue swirling across her skin, his teeth nipping at her flesh. He inched his way lower, so slowly, so agonizingly slow! It was all Millie could do not to thrust her hands into his hair and force his head down, faster! One of his hands trailed lower along her stomach and over her hip. It lightly brushed over her pubic mound, the fingertips gently teasing at her clit as they passed on the journey downward.

Millie cried out in aching need when she felt his fingers dig under the crotch of her panties and yank them to the side exposing her hairless pussy to the world and her stranger's eyes. She heard his low growl of "Oh God!" and then his mouth was on her; hot and wet and hungry. His tongue licked and swirled over her outer lips, warm and slick, teasing along the crease and up over the mound to lick back down along her womanly cleft. He flicked his tongue back and forth quickly at the very top of her slit, teasing at her bud, but only very lightly; just barely touching it, making her moan and ache, driving her wild. She needed more pressure, more contact. Her hand slid into his hair and she used it to pull his face harder against her dripping pussy. He took the hint and stopped playing coy, his tongue finally delving deep into the folds of her hot pussy.

Millie moaned loudly, gasping and thrusting her hips against his mouth as much as she could. Mr Good-Looking's tongue and jaw worked overtime, seemingly trying to lick her everywhere all at once. She cried out when he shoved his tongue inside her aching centre, thrusting it up inside her so deeply his teeth grated across her overly sensitive clit and she tensed as an unannounced orgasm shook her. "Oh fuck!" She cried out as her pussy creamed.

Millie heard Mr Good-Looking groan against her slippery lips as he slurped and sucked at the juices now flowing from her spasming cunt. Her eyes flew open when she felt his hand clasp the wrist of her hand that was firmly gripping his hair. She released her hold and he moved her arm out of the way as he gave her one last lick and rose up from between her thighs. She stared into his face as he smiled before lowering his head to kiss her, his left hand sliding into her hair, pulling her up against him. Millie moaned on his lips as she tasted herself on his mouth. "Oh God." She mumbled while trying to kiss and lick every surface of his mouth, lips and chin, cleaning up her own secretions, her wanton actions eliciting a groan of appreciation from Mr Good-Looking in return.

He covered her mouth with his once more, thrusting his tongue deep inside, fighting against hers in exciting battle. During that heated kiss, Millie's stranger had freed his cock from the confines of his suit pants, pushing them down a little along his strong thighs and before she realised what was happening, Mr Good-Looking had yanked her close to the edge of the bonnet of the car. Her thighs had parted wide to accommodate his hips and his right hand grabbed her behind the knee and lifted her leg high over his hip. Millie moaned in pleasure at the rough, commanding handling he employed with her. There was nothing she liked more than a man that knew how to take charge in bed -- or in this case -- on car! Her head jerked back and she gasped loudly, breaking the kiss, as in one hard thrust she felt his cock invade her aching, young pussy.

She hadn't been expecting it and the size of it shocked her as her eyes flew open in surprise to stare into his face. Her hands bunched into fists grabbing at her shirt tails for something to grip; as her tight young pussy stretched to accommodate him. She saw the intense look of pleasure on his face and she clenched her jaw in a mad kind of smile that was halfway between pain and pleasure as she heard his faltering words. "Oh. Fuck. Tight!"

She groaned in pleasure as his thick shaft drew back and shoved forward again, splitting her apart, stretching her wide and filling her to the brim. She felt his balls slap against the lower curve of her butt cheeks and she tried to grind her hips harder against him, seeking to get every last millimetre of his thick cock inside her. Millie had had some big dicks in her time (being young, attractive, single and sexually promiscuous had its advantages), and Mr Good-Looking was right up there with the best of them. Maybe not the longest but definitely one of the thickest! He was seven inches, maybe eight at a push, but fuck if he wasn't nearly as thick as his own wrist and Millie's pussy was creaming constantly, trying to produce adequate lubrication to take him in over and over again! She could feel the flare of this fat mushroom head as it rubbed against her g-spot on every pass and it elicited that feeling of constantly wanting to pee herself. It was amazing.

His grunts and groans of pleasure were music to Millie's ears and she pushed herself forward enough to grab the back of his head and pull him down into another hot kiss. She sucked on his tongue, back and forth like she were giving it head, and then pulled back and nipped his bottom lip lightly before throwing her head back and nearly screaming as he rammed his hips forward into her aching cunt. God he was so big and felt so incredibly good!

He shifted, hooking each of his arms under Millie's legs and lifted them so the crook of her knees rested in the crook of his elbows, before he reached forward and grabbed her by the hips; effectively spreading her wide open for his cock to plough into! He gripped her hips hard and yanked her furiously against his hot throbbing cock -- so hard, and thick and veiny and slick. God it felt so good. He was fucking her with ecstatic abandon, two strangers on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, lost in the pleasure of each other's bodies. The increase of pace and pressure was too much for Millie to handle and she felt another orgasm build to breaking point and then crash over her, making her body tighten up and spasm hard as her breasts jiggled wildly at the force of Mr Good-Looking's fucking.

Millie felt her bones turn to mush and she couldn't remain upright, her orgasm was that good. Flopping back and laying spread across the bonnet of her small car, Millie groaned in pleasure as her stranger kept thrusting into her. "Holy Fuck!" She cried at the wonderful sensations rushing through her young body at the change in angle. She heard his chuckle and managed to raise her head enough to look up at him and smile before biting her bottom lip and letting her head fall back again.

Now she really was fully spread for his viewing pleasure and Mr Good-Looking made the most of it no doubt as she heard his low groans of appreciation; probably watching his cock disappear into her tight, clasping pussy on every stroke, Millie knew she would be if she'd been able to stay upright. As it was she was enjoying being laid out on her back, across her car bonnet, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her bra cups pulled down to expose her heavy breasts that jumped and jiggled on her chest with every powerful thrust of his cock, her panties yanked whorishly to the side much too eager to allow his cock entry to bother about taking them off properly. Even now she could see what a picture she must make, and it screamed -- wanton slut!

And it only served to urge her on even more. She was so god damned horny! This man, this wonderful, sexy stranger was a godsend on her otherwise shitty day. He was hot and just as horny as her, and Millie was screaming out her thanks with every thrust of his throbbing cock as he buried it inside her again and again and again. Millie moaned nearly constantly as she reach up and began tweaking her nipples, pulling on them tightly as fleshy orbs of her boobs jerked and wobbled under her hands.

Mr Good-Looking groaned at the sight. "Fuck, you're hot!" He said breathlessly as his fingers bit deeper into the flesh of her hips and he redoubled his efforts.

Millie cried out again, loud and long, her whole body being jerked back and forth on the stranger's hard cock. She was out in the middle of nowhere, who cared what kind of noise she made? Who cared how she acted? She certainly didn't, so long as it felt good! And it did! So damned good!

His grunts were getting louder, closer together, more urgent and Millie knew he was finally close to cumming. She felt his hips jerk spasmodically, his breathing heavy, laboured; as he continued to thrust into her, right on the brink of his orgasm. "Oh fuck, you're so tight. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" He groaned out through gritted teeth as he untucked his left arm from beneath her knee and reached for her. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her up into a seated position once more, one knee still hooked over his arm. He crushed her body against his as much as he could as he assaulted her mouth in another deep kiss that sucked all the air from Millie's lungs and left her even more breathless. "So! Fucking! Hot!" He growled against her lips, emphasising each word with a thrust of his hips, driving his cock into her again and again.

Millie gasped and moaned and nearly screamed at every thrust, and when she managed to catch a breath, she pleaded with him to reach satisfaction. "Fuck yeah!" She gasped. "Oh God! Cum, please cum, please cum. You're gonna make me cum too!" She moaned against his mouth, entreating him to empty himself inside her. She latched onto his mouth once again as his hips practically rammed into her now as he neared his finish line. His fingers bit into the back of her neck painfully and she just knew that she'd have bruises; probably all over her tomorrow; but it was worth it!

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" Mr Good-Looking began grunting as he hit that off beat rhythm that meant any second now! "Oh God FUCK!!!!" He yelled as his hips thumped into Millie's overworked pussy for the last time. She felt his whole body tense as his spine snapped straight forcing his cock even deeper into her cunt as he pumped her full of his hot sticky goo. She felt the fat mushroom head of his throbbing cock press painfully against her cervix and that was the final straw for her as well. Millie's body spasmed over and over again as a huge wave of pleasure rushed across her entire body. She could only make stupid little 'ak ak ak' noises as her body convulsed and shook and she hung on for dear life riding out the ecstasy.

They took a moment to calm down; their bodies settling, cooling in the aftermath of their explosive climaxes. Once her body relaxed enough that she could move, Millie fell back onto the bonnet of the car, being careful not to let her head bang against the metal. That would be all she needed after such a wonderful turn around with her luck -- to add a head injury to the list of shitty things that had happened to her today. Still after a fuck like that, Millie had to thank whichever miffed deity it was that had put her on this path today. If not for her shitty luck, she might never have met this sexy stranger.

Mr Good-Looking leant over her too, resting his head against her bosom, his breathing laboured and loud. As he caught his breath he nuzzled his face against her breasts. It took a while, but finally, once they'd both managed to recover sufficiently enough to warrant proper co-ordinated movement, Millie felt Mr Good-Looking rise. He stood up gingerly and rested his hands to either side of her hips. He was still firmly planted inside of her pussy, his large member taking quite a while to deflate. Millie opened her eyes and looked up at him. She felt herself blush darkly as he smiled at her, for some reason feeling incredibly shy just then although Millie had absolutely no idea why. It wasn't like she'd never had hot, freaky sex with a complete stranger before! There was just something about this guy that made her feel... well, out of sorts.

Millie pushed herself up onto her elbows and glanced down at the conjoined groins. The stranger did the same, flicking his eyes down to stare for a moment before shooting them back up again to stare into Millie's eyes. Slowly, Mr Good-Looking's hips began inching back and inch by inch his deliciously thick cock began to slide out of Millie's tight, tight cunt. That feeling alone sent a quick shiver over her skin. She heard his small intake of breath as the head popped clear of her cleft.

Mr Good-Looking grasped his shaft in a loose fist and squeezed along the length of his member from the root to the tip, milking the last dribbles of cum from the head to rub against Millie's clit. Millie bit her lower lip as another shiver shook through her as she watched what he was doing. God, could he read her mind or something? He was doing everything just right!

Millie could feel his cum oozing from her gaping pussy lips, but didn't for one second feel embarrassed by the fact that her cunt had been used so hard it was still open and dripping cum down along her butt crack and onto the bonnet of her car. She felt quite liberated by the whole experience and wondered what was going to happen now. They stared at each other in silence for a while.

After a while Mr Good-Looking and Millie began righting themselves. Millie's stranger tucked himself away and redressed himself while Millie pulled her clothing back into its proper place.

When they were both properly re-attired, Mr Good-Looking smiled at her and brushed a stray strand of hair back from her brow. He leant in and gave her a soft, lingering kiss. Leaning back as he held his palm against her face, he smiled at her with a crooked grin. "You are by far, one of the most amazing lays I've ever had the pleasure of, Millicent Parker." He said to her.

Millie smiled, and then after a moment, frowned. "Wait, how do you know my name? I never told you!" Millie accused.

"No you didn't." He answered with a chuckle. "But I did have your handbag for the better part of two hours. I admit; I might have peeked at a few things... like your driver's license."

"Oh God!" Millie groaned in embarrassment. "Did you have too? That photo is hideous!"

"Well I'd say it definitely doesn't do you any justice, but I would hardly call it hideous. As license photo's go, it's pretty good!" He reassured Millie.

"Thanks but now you're just being nice again." Millie grumbled. "So then, you know my name, are you going to tell me yours? It's only fair."

He smiled again before leaning in and giving her a quick kiss. "Of course," he said. "My name's Drew. Drew Rasenbach."

~

TBC?