A Journey to Remember

[Tammi]

(Looking for an experienced male writer to take over the character John, please PM first)


Jesse was twenty two and had just finished junior college, but unsure as to what to do with her future. With her striking figure, slender and standing 5’6” tall, along with long brunette waves and brown eyes, she had been offered several jobs to do some modeling work. The only thing was, they had been for the nudie magazines so she had turned them down. She had lost her parents in a car crash several years back and had been living on her inheritance since then. She had been very thankful that they had put money away to cover her school and had left her with a nice trust fund.

Having always been a loner, she decided she wanted to hike across the states to the west coast, starting from southern Missouri where she had been living at the time. She wanted to experience the adventure, meeting knew people, seeing knew things, existing with nature, although, she had taken along her debit card as well as credit cards, just in case. She also knew what could happen to a girl alone on the road so before she had left, she had taken a defense class and had gotten a license to carry a hand gun in case she decided she needed to buy one.

She had been on the road several days, and was in Oklahoma, not too far from the interstate. Nightfall had approached when she found herself walking in the grass along a two lane highway. She had hitched a ride earlier, but had been dropped off not long after when she had refused what the man was asking for payment. Now hours down the road without having seen another car in quite awhile, she was beginning to get tired. Her backpack had gotten too heavy and she was dragging it behind her. Finally she sat down and took out her cell phone, unfortunately, the battery was dead. Damn! She looked around, trying to figure out if she should just find a place to camp out here, or just keep walking. It was then that she spotted a set of headlights and quickly stood on the side of the road with her thumb out. She was nervous as always doing this and kept telling herself to be careful before getting in any vehicle.

 

[TechnoFetish]

The Driver in the Darkness

The truck slides to a stop on the shoulder of the road, undercarriage rattling with little "pings" from the shower of loose gravels. It was the spur of the moment, against his better judgment. He had seen the lone figure with her thumb out, just a brief glimpse in the headlights, as he drove by, and there was something about her that had caused him to slow down, down shifted, until he finds himself idling on the side of the road, engine running waiting for the figure to catch up, should she choose to.

What was she doing here at this time of night anyway. But never mind that. Damsel in distress. Women and children First and all that.
He looks up at the rear view mirror to see if she is accepting his offer.

What is he forgetting before the truck is fit for mixed company? Bloody hell, that thing in the back. And why does he keep that thing with him? His hands leave the steering wheel. Reaches back to grope at the pistol hidden among the scattering of books - Thomas Hardy and George Elliot, tools of his trade: books - and among them, the great big service revolver. That's not a tool of his trade. bloody big piece of ordnance. Does he even know how to use it? Apparently he does, because he seems to know, if only by muscle memory, how to break it open, to discover that it's not loaded. He wraps it in the khaki balmoral and shoves it quickly under his seat. "I'll be in a sea of trouble if I am found with this. Why do I have this in my truck in the first place, the pistol and the hat?" He really couldn't remember. The blank spots in his memory are too disquieting for him to dwell upon. Best left to the dark recesses for now.

He looks up at the rear view mirror again. Maybe I am not safe to give anyone a ride, much less a young woman in the gathering darkness. He guns the engine a little, looks to the left, indicator blinking. Wrong side of the road in this part of the world, but what can you do?

 

[Tammi]

Finally, a ride where she could at least sit down for a little while and rest, even if it meant the drive would be a short one. At this point, she was too tired to really care. She was glad it hadn’t cooled down too much considering she was in her jeans and a rather tight fitting t-shirt, not wanting to have to get her jacked out of her pack just yet. Wearing her running shoes, she ran to catch up with the truck hearing the sounds from the impatient engine, or perhaps just someone in a hurry.

She opened the door and looked in the truck, seeing that there was only the driver and no one else. Although it was pretty dark, she could see that he was a pleasant man to look at and not too scary anyway. She smiled at him and climbed in, turning to see if there was room behind her seat to toss her back pack behind her.

“Hi, My name’s Jesse and thanks for the ride. I was starting to think I was going to have to camp out somewhere in those trees around here. Luckily it’s still fairly warm, but I really am grateful for the ride. Mind if I put my stuff behind the seat or would you prefer it in the back of the truck? Where are you headed by the way?”

 

[TechnoFetish]

The Driver in the Darkness

"John" he says "back of the seat is fine".
now why did you give her your middle name? how are you going to explain that later on if you get to know her better?

But then he wouldn't get to know her better. He would drop her off at the nearest motel.
Christ!
He swerves just a little when the motorbike, out of nowhere, zoomed past at high speed. Then another, and another...the tail lights, one after another, like a red necklace receding into the night ahead of him.

*They* could have given her a ride, wherever they are going.

He turns to look at her. "And hello"
She is pretty, very pretty. He turns his attention back to the road, but wished he could have let his eyes dwelled on her a little longer to takes in the curves of her body barely hidden by her top and her jeans.

A pretty hitchhiker..now hasn't that been a fantasy? But now that he has a hitchhiker with him it has suddenly become a responsibility

Where was he going? Perhaps a better question was "where was he running away from?" Avoiding the question for now, he nods into the darkness beyond the headlights. "In a hurry, weren't they"
"There is a campground not too far ahead. Perhaps that's where they are going. I am just heading West. Where are *you* going?"

 

[Tammi]

She had known the sound of the motorcycles even before they passed, practically flying by. She had been given several rides on different bikes, always enjoying the ride, such freedom it seemed to her.

“John, nice to meet you. You’re probably right and if they are camping, they’ll probably be partying tonight.” She then giggled, “either that or they just woke up from last nights party and are trying to make time to get wherever they may be headed.”

She was smiling at him, watching him drive and couldn’t help notice how relaxed he seemed to be. This put her at ease while also making her rather curious about him.

“I’m not sure where I’m going really. My plan was to at least get to the next town tonight, get something to eat close to a motel. I’d suggest we’d stop and see if the party is on at the campground, but to be honest I’m just too damned tired for even that. In the morning I was going to look over my maps and see if there were any sites around here that might be interesting to see. Are you from around here, although your accent doesn’t sound like it, nice though. Maybe you know of some interesting places worth seeing. Anyway, I’ll buy you dinner if you get me to a restaurant, that is unless you’re in a hurry to get some where. If so just drop me off close to a place to eat and motel. Right now, most of my plans are up in the air, for the most part anyway.”

She hoped he took her up on her invitation and they could talk a little more, plus she really wanted to get in some light so she could see what he looked like. His voice sounded wonderful already and by his build, she didn’t see any reason she would be disappointed seeing him in the light.

 

[TechnoFetish]

The Driver in the Dark

She is friendly, her voice pleasant, a plucky young girl going where the open road leads. He envies her.

Despite his sudden reservations, he finds himself smiling. He turns to her briefly and once again, his eyes, grey, studies her. This time, her facial features, her eyes. He himself is 6 foot even, sandy coloured hair. and because the seat in the old truck cannot be moved back far enough, his lanky form is just a little bit cramped as he works the clutch to shift to the higher gear. Seeing how she is dressed in the uniform of the young - tshirt and jean, he suddenly feels a little odd in a tattered tweed jacket.

She seems to trust him, but can he even trust himself when there is a pistol under his seat. What exactly did he do during his black outs to have acquired such a thing? Why as there a cap badge on that hat he used to wrap up the gun? Did he join the army when he was not noticing?

"Berwick, just north of the river" he finds himself telling her. Already he's telling her too much. First you wouldn't tell her your real name, and now you pinpoint your birthplace. Must be those eyes looking back at him. A beautiful girl asks you with a smile in her voice and you tell her everything. Story of my life. "England" he adds. She'd want to know why he's driving an old truck in Oklahoma, with books scattered all over behind his seat. He'll just have to think of something.

"I am not much of a partier, I am afraid. And it's not necessary that you pay, but you are on for dinner." He turns off the main road. Not sure about a motel, but there's a sign for a diner promising "EATS" just five miles down the secondary road. Maybe they'll have something a bit stronger. "Thats our best bet".

 

[Tammi]

“England! Wow you sure are far away from home. I’ve never been there or anywhere out of the states. I can only imagine what it would be like.”

Well, that explained his accent and the tweed jacket, which she happily considered very charming on him. She couldn’t stop her curious mind from wondering why he was in Oklahoma, but it really wasn’t any of her business. For all she knew he could just be out traveling around just like her. It was still hard not to ask why he was here, but she held her tongue, at least for now that was.

“My family is in Missouri, I’ve practically lived there all my life, so after college I decided to travel around, see the states and decided where I want to be. Besides it sounds fun just thinking about seeing sites or doing things one has never done before. Maybe sometime you could tell me about England and where you grew up.”

She didn’t really lie, she did have and aunt and uncle in Missouri; she didn’t see it necessary to tell him about her parents having died. Besides, John still a stranger, wasn’t too fast on giving up much of his life either. This intrigued her and made her even more curious.

When she looked at him, she finally got a better look into his gray eyes and felt very drawn to him, but also got the feeling something sad was behind them. Although that could just be her imagination. His eyes were enticing and made here feel safe somehow. She also got the feeling he was going to be fairly taller than herself. He seemed so cramped sitting at the wheel.

“I’m glad you’ll have dinner with me, but I would really like to pay since you were nice enough to give me a ride. I don’t know about you but I’m famished, I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

She was beginning to wonder if he wouldn’t mind joining her on her trip, although she really had no clue what his plans were. She decided to see how dinner went and maybe if he wanted to go with her, they could get a motel room with two double beds. Just so he understood they were only going to sleep. She looked at him again and grinned more than smiled. She better watch out for those thoughts, they might just get her in trouble…fun…but ….

 

[TechnoFetish]

There are a few motorcycles parked in front ot the diner
"Some of them have the same idea, you'll get your party yet!"
Tumbles out of the truck to stretch his legs
"I'll get the lobster then, if you are paying". A small country diner, with neon lights flickering on part of the sign, the very picture of America in all the coffee table books.

"Never been to Missouri myself. Isn't there a song about the river? that it's wide to cross?" At least he hasn't forgotten about his geography. "River's narrower where I was. The Tweed, it's called"

The bikers look up, Couldn't keep their eyes off the girl. She's that kind of girl. Not shy about staring at her either.
No lobster on the menu. He too, stares at at her, the college girl.
A rite of passage, seeing the world during, or just after the college years. He too is doing the same thing, that's what Dean Williamson wanted him to do "Take some time off, old boy, till it all blows over, if it's all the same to you. See the world. Need the grants, you see, and the faucets won't run while you are center stage."

Another fantasy, wandering the earth with this pretty hitch hiker seated just across the table.
He finds himself laughing softly. "Coffee" he says.

 

[Tammi]

“I’ll have a 7-up, but I think we will need a minute or two to decide what we want to eat.”

The waitress was friendly enough and after getting their drinks, she went to take orders for the motorcycle group. She had seen the looks they were giving her, and had to hold the menu in front of her face, softly laughing. She had always gotten looks like that since she was about 13, but now at 22, they tended to embarrass her.

John seemed to be engrossed in reading the menu so this gave her a better glimpse of him. He was extremely good looking, thick sandy hair and tall, with the eyes of almost a wolf, could be a good guy or possibly a bad guy. She didn’t think he missed to much going on around him. She too tried to stay alert to her environment, you never could tell what might happen in just an instant.

The waitress returned after getting the others ordered and asked if we were ready, “And by the way miss, there was a message I was asked to give you. The man with the large tattoo on his right arm said he wouldn’t mind having you for dinner. Don’t mind them though, they are one of the friendly groups that pass by here on occasion.”

As soon as she heard the message, Jesse could feel her cheeks redden, but she quickly regained control and looked over to the gentleman with the tattoo; he was smiling at her.

“That’s awful sweet of you and maybe under different circumstances, I might have taken you up on your offer. It’s too late now though, me and my new hubby are on our honey moon and I only have eyes for him. Thanks though.” She had drastically dramatized her southern drawl while being extremely sweet as she spoke.

The motorcycle group laughed, and teased Spider, the man that had made the comment. He even apologized and congratulated them both. She smiled and went back to looking at the menu, still laughing.

“I’ll have the special, country fried steak, with mashed potatoes, gravy and some corn. Honey, have you figured out what you want yet?”

She looked up at him, grinning and eyes glowing from the little game she played with the bikers. She hoped he wasn’t mad.

“I almost thought of telling them you were a cop and I was in your custody, but that might have gotten a response neither of us would have wanted.” She said softly to him before he gave the waitress his order.

 

[TechnoFetish]

The Driver in the Diner

Playful too, and bold.

After that there's nothing for it but for him to call out a greeting to Spider and his group and join the tables together. He points to a cake in the case, for after dinner, to celebrate the occasion,

They are friendly enough, and he sees that Spider continues to eye the girl, as do the others. He can't blame them, as he is doing that himself, his new bride. He suddenly laughs, and reaches out to pad the back of her hand on an impulse, as a new husband would. To make her story convincing, he tells himself, and that's what you get for embroiling me in your scheme, lady!

"There is a campground just down the road, if you all just want to hang out."

He is reminded of the old, rusty BSA leaning against the shed back in Berwick in another life, but you've got to have 500cc or more to talk bike with Spider, so don't try, he tells himself

"Oh, for crying out loud" the waitress swats Spider's shoulder with her towel..."they just got married, why would they want to camp with you? They should go to the Palm Oasis"

Palm Oasis it is then, a honeymoon suits with all the amenities. They toast the two of them, a happy life together.

There is something surrealistic about the situation, but he takes her hand and raises his coffee cup in acknowledgement.

 

[Tammi]

She is beside herself with excitement, not just because how well he played out her little tale, but also the soft touch of his hand and their toast had her simply glowing. Something she knew she hadn’t done in along time.

As they chatted while they all enjoyed dinner, John and Jesse found out that Spider and the rest of them belonged to the group called the Outlaws. Jesse wasn’t sure if John knew much about them, but she knew a few and all of them were friendly and party ready at the drop of a hat. Apparently they were slowly making their way to Dallas for some kind of celebration. Spider even leaned down, facing both of them and told them the date, time and place for the gathering, in case they wanted to join up with them later. It wasn’t for a couple weeks yet and Spider teased, “that is if the two of you need a break from you’re honeymoon….or if you just need a break from each other…” he teased again, giving them both a wink.

“Thanks, we’ll have to give that some consideration, although I’m just not sure how soon we’ll be leaving the…Palm Oasis. Isn’t that right, sweetie,” this time she leaned closer to John and wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, smiling at him.

Everyone was now tapping there glassware with spoons, a well known custom which meant the bride and groom were to kiss. Jesse, not hesitating at all, brought her warm, moist lips to his and kissed him. A short playful kiss, yet one that held more to it than met the eye.

Spider called Pam, the waitress over and told her to put their dinners on his tab and when she turned to walk away, he playfully slapped her butt. “Bring the cake and the best wine in the house so we can celebrate this right!”

“Thanks Spider, but you don’t have to ….” Jesse started to say before Spider interrupted him.

“I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to, but you’ve been so good about all this, we all would like to do it for you two. And I’ll have Pam call the Palm Oasis to make your reservations for at least tonight, on us also. What names should I tell her?”

“Oh wow, with all the excitement we haven’t even introduced ourselves, I’m Jesse and this is John. And thank you soooo much for everything, you’re so nice…” She stood up for a minute, leaning over to give Spider a hug and a small kiss on the cheek.

 

[TechnoFetish]

The Driver in the Diner

Pleasantly taken aback. The kiss was a little unexpected. He feels the press of her body, the softness and the warmth of the girl against him.

Dare I say "Smith"? Well, that's a real name isn't it.
"John Smith" he says, if they can believe it. What would the receptionist at the hotel think?

How did he get to this point? from running away from something he couldn't quite remember, to what amounted to a wedding reception at a diner, and now Mr and Mrs Smith are checking in to the Palm Oasis, the honeymoon suite, compliment of Spider and his motor cycle gang.

He turns to the girl again, smiling. She seems truly happy, and that somehow brings a smile to his face.

"Maybe we'll see you in Dallas." shake hands all around, "homie" style, grasping the thumb. They are trying to crush my bones.
"Take it easy, man"..."don't wear him out, ok, Jessie?"

Spider continues to oogle the girl. Spider is smitten.

He presses his lips to her cheek, as a husband would when he wants to say secret things to his bride, and then whispers in her ear "I think you've made a conquest".

 

[Tammi]

She smiles at his comment as they walk out of the diner and to his truck.

“Conquest or not, I doubt I’ll ever see him again, besides that was just for fun, I’m not interested. It was fun playing the married game with them though, and look we got a free meal and a free room for the night. No harm in that really.” she giggled.

He was smiling as they got in the truck, so she could tell he wasn’t to unhappy about how the whole thing turned out. Apparently he was given directions to where this place was and drove right too it. There was something she was hesitant about talking over with him though, but it needed to be said.

“You know, I really don’t know about your plans, if you were even planning on staying the night here, where you are going, if you need to be somewhere, things like that. But I wouldn’t mind sharing a ‘honeymoon suite’ “ she giggles and adds, “although just so you know, there probably will only be one bed, maybe king size, and sharing the bed is fine, but anything else….Well, I’m just not one of those hop in the sack with anyone, one night stand girls, so nothing other than sleeping or talking would be going on.”

She was slow at getting out the last part, not really sure if she would piss him off. But she did want to be honest, as much as she was interested and having fun with him, she needed to know him much more for anything other than what they already shared. She just didn’t want him getting the wrong idea about her.

 

[TechnoFetish]

"Not a problem. A suite would at least have a couch if it lives up its name
.That is to say, if you don;t mind sharing a room, I'll take the couch. It is a bit late for me to keep going."

He is wondering what his plans really are. See the world? Travel the world with a pretty girl?

"All is well if they give us champagne in a bucket of ice. That should come standard, shouldn't it?" He turns to her smiling

The Palm Oasis is even farther up the secondary road, and sits incongruously on the main street in the middle of a small town. Two small palm trees grow in large pots by curb side.

"I am beginning to have doubts about the Champagne..."
The receptionist did look up with a smirk at the mention of "Mr and Mrs John Smith" Miraculously he did not ask for ID, because it was the diner up the road that had made the
arrangements.

The room is pleasant enough, although the television doesn't work.
But all is forgiven, there is a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.

 

[Tammi]

“Of course I don’t mind sharing a room, I don’t even mind sharing the bed,” she answered him lightheartedly as she thru her over stuffed back pack on the bed.

It was a king size bed like she had suspected, a very comfy one as she sat and bounced a little testing it. She wasn’t conscious of how her breasts jiggled from the motion, but she was very conscious of how attracted she was to John. What was his story, she started wondering. He really didn’t talk much about himself, his plans, she had to wonder if he was hiding something. Although did it matter, surely he didn’t seem like a Dr.Jekyl and Mr. Hide kind of guy.

“Nice room, at least they brought champagne. How about pouring us some while I try and dig thru this pack and find my sleeping clothes? If you wouldn’t mind that is.”

She laughed, a bit giddy already from the small amount of wine she had at the diner. She wasn’t use to drinking much and most of the time it went straight to her head. Going thru her things, she carefully laid out a pair of shorts and tube top for the next day and finally found her pj’s which were thin soft material, a pair of small shorts and a short sleeve shirt. She realized they probably wouldn’t cover much but bathing suits covered even less. Besides that, she wasn’t shy about her body and it would be covered.

She took the glass of champagne from him, continuing to smile at him and surprised him by toasting to their good fortune upon meeting, then she drank the entire glass.

“Mmmm, that sure tasted good. Would you mind if I go shower quickly and then I’ll have another drink. Or if you would rather take one first, that’s fine by me.”

 

[TechnoFetish]

"Showers all yours"

He looks at the clothes all laid out on the bed, then looks out the window as the girl disappears with her things into the bathroom.
You can look down into main street directly
As if by instinct, he stands back immediately, then closes the blind before he looks out through a slit. Nothing unusual, a peaceful town in America.

So what does one do when one is in a hotel under an assumed name, in the a honeymoon suite with a pretty girl whom he's known for about 2 hours? and where the television doesn't work?

He paces. before sitting down on the easy chair next to the floor lamp. He can get a clear view of the door, and the bathroom door too, for that matter.

His mind drifts back to the girl. What has she gotten him into? besides the honeymoon suite? and an invitation to a bike meet in Dalla? She is a veritable whirlwind. He laughs. I don't have to watch the door. no point. Not much he can do if someone crashes through it and go for his throat. Pistol's in the truck under the seat, and unloaded. And why would anyone want to come for him in Palm Oasis anyway? Relax, old boy. He breathes in. Enjoy her company.

He finds himself staying there in that chair, not so much watching the room door as the bathroom door.

 

[Tammi]

After she showers and puts on the small pj’s, she comes out of the bathroom holding her dirty clothes and a brush.

“That felt great! All yours if you want it.”

With him in the chair behind her, she bends over and packs up her back pack, taking out a map of Oklahoma. The shorts leave plenty leeway showing off the cheeks of her ass. She finally straightens, picking up the back pack to put on the open closet floor. Jesse sits on the edge of the bed in front of him and starts to comb her hair. The material of the shirt clings across her pert nipples.

“Maybe we can talk about doing something fun tomorrow, unless you have other plans.”

 

[TechnoFetish]

he doesn't know why, it is as if things are happening just by instincts, but he stands, turns off the main light, then the floor lamp, temporarily plunging the room into semi darkness except for what lights from the outside that penetrated the blinds from the edges.
He switch on the desk lamp in one corner of the room then turns the lamp until the girl sitting on the bed is bathed in the warmer glow of the light, her features and curves accentuated by the light and shadow.

He sits down again, back in the easy chair, facing her, silently.
Would that disconcert her? the though flashes briefly through his mind
but he looks at her, keenly, not hiding the fact that he is enjoy the sight of her....combing her hair in the dim, warm lights...the outlines of her breasts..her nipples, clearly visible through the fabric of her pajama, her long legs bare.

He is silent...simply watching, lost in the moment, and letting her know that he is watching

 

[Tammi]

“Thank you, I like the lights better this way.”

She was glad the lights were dimmer, it gave her more of a calming feeling. She could feel his eyes on her and wondered what he was thinking about, if anything. The silence between them was starting to get to her, but she didn’t really know how to get him to open up. Finally, she set the comb down on the nightstand next to the bed having laid back to reach the table. Her legs were spread slightly and the material of the shorts opened enough to give a peak between her legs. This time she had done it on purpose, she wasn’t sure why, maybe because it excited her that he kept watching her.

“John, we need to talk sometimes, ya know,” she teased and stood up, refilling both their glasses with the ice cold champagne. She was a bit unsteady on her feet and knew she better slow down on this drink.

“Are you in trouble? Running from something, just traveling like me? Do you want to even continue to travel with me? I know I have a zillion questions, but could you at least give me a few answers?”

She faltered a bit having to bend down with her hand on his knee to steady herself, without thinking she gave it a little squeeze before making it back to the edge of the bed.

 

[TechnoFetish]

A soft smile, feeling how her hands squeezed his knees, knowing that she had purposefully shown him glimpse of her body. And what a body. His eyes follow what she displays, her legs, the fabric of her pajama stretched across her breasts.

"Who wouldn't be in trouble with you in the same room in your pajamas?" He laughs, softly. When she steadied herself on his knees he had clasped a hand on her wrist, and now he follows her with his fingers still around her wrist as she retreats unsteadily back to the edge of the bed.

He shakes his head. "Depends on what you mean by trouble." He doesn't think he could tell her too much because he is in the dark himself, "I teach. I am an English Professor, on sabbatical, seeing the country, not unlike you. You might even say, we are...kindred spirits" Christ, did he just say that? It's the champagne. That doesn't completely explain the old truck, but it's a start. Now, what else is the champagne going to make him do?

With his hand still clasping her wrist he reaches out with his other hand, to touch her hair, damp from her shower still, and from her hair to her shoulder.
"I think we are going the same way, don't you?"

 

[Tammi]

She is surprised by his hand around her wrist almost guiding her back to the bed. His comment on trouble makes her laugh softly. When he strokes her hair and then her shoulder, she shivers a bit, the feeling so arousing. Must be the champagne, although his touch does feel good, almost too good…better be careful or she might end up in trouble.

“So I’m traveling with a Professor, that is a new one for me, especially sharing a room with a teacher.” She laughs softly, aware he still hasn’t let go of her wrist. She takes a sip of the champagne and smiles at him. “I think you might be right, kindred spirits who definitely seem to be going the same way.”

She enjoys his hand on her shoulder and realizes how long its been since she let anyone get even remotely this close to her. She isn’t sure if that is good or not.

“You aren’t the kind of man that takes advantage of a girl after a few drinks, are you?” she smiles, mostly teasing him with question.

 

[TechnoFetish]

"I think I am the one taken advantage of"
He releases your wrist, and then matches his hand to yours, pressing his palm against your palm, before lacing his fingers among yours.

"It's a community college" he says. Sharing the room with a teacher. He thinks of his students. they all look so young. Is he running away to protect the school? the students, from himself? but you wouldn't need a pistol for that.

His fingers trail from the girl's shoulder to the neckline of her pajamas. He is touching her skin, now, just barely, lightly. so soft.

It's almost electrical, the memory. When was the last time he touched a girl like this? But is she safe with him? She is so pretty, so delicate.

"And for that..." he leans to whisper in her ear, A hand tapping briefly on her thigh, letting her know that the spreading of her legs did not go unnoticed "...for teasing me, you'll have to do something for me"

 

[Tammi]

His breath is warm against her face as he whispers to her. She smiles quizzically at what he says. She knew she had teased him although the thought of what she may have to do for him has her a bit nervous, but more so excited.

“But John, I thought I had done something for you…” she laughs softly, looking at him with a twinkle in her eyes. She leans closer and without hesitation, gives him a soft kiss on his lips, and taste the champagne as her tongue licks across his lips.

“So what is it you want me to do for you?”

 

[TechnoFetish]

Her lips are soft, sweet with the champagne. Her touches seem to trigger certain things for him, lost in a haze

"you are very attractive" He stands, holding her hand to raise her to her feet before the bed. "I want to look at you..you have the figure, the poise.." He omits "of a model"

"I want to look at you, pose for me" He drops his hand, and then sits down, back down into the easy chair, to look at her, this beautiful girl in the short pajamas, standing in the middle of the room.

The rest of the room doesn't exist anymore, the gun and the truck and everything else forgotten. Doesn't any more, doesn't who he is, what he is doing, just this girl before him.

"pose for me".

 

[Tammi]

She cocked her head a bit, a small sexy grin on her face and looked at him amazed at how his eyes studied her. Pose for him, never had she been asked to do that, especially in the way he seemed to be asking. The way he watched her and had told her how attractive she was made her feel special, something she was unaccustomed to feeling. He also made her want to pose for him, to make him happy, which was a new feeling to her entirely.

“I’m not sure how to pose or what you expect,” she replied softly with a twinkle in her eyes. She finished her glass of champagne and set the glass on the desk.

She stood straight up in front of him and raised her hands letting her fingers comb up through her hair, lifting it off her back with a playful smile on her face. She did this slowly, her legs spread just slightly while arching her back, well aware of how this lifted her breasts and pushed them harder against her shirt. She then dropped her long waves and turned slowly around, then quickly turned her head back to him, letting her hair fly back and pressed a finger to her pursed lips. Her eyes lit up and she looked as if she were taunting him, secretly trying to tell him something.

She did several other poses, with teasing looks, seductive smiles, and small hints as to what she looked like beneath her clothes. She even took a fluffy pillow from the bed and wrapped her arms around it as if it were a lover. She had closed her eyes when she had done that, actually envisioning how it would feel to be in the arms of a lover. As she posed for him, she was almost dancing at times and even forgetting she was being watched for a time.

Then, tossing the pillow back on the bed, she smiled wickedly and slipped her fingers underneath the bottom of her shirt. She slowly raised it, her eyes and smile sensually teasing him. Right as she was lifting it above her breasts, instead of letting him see, she cupped her hands over her breasts. She looked directly into his eyes, licking her tongue across her lips and enjoyed the look in his eyes.

Finally, dropping her shirt back down, she went to him, lifting up one foot and putting it on the easy chair between his legs. She let her hair spill forward as a cover for the front of her shirt when she leaned down. It naturally fell open and if he wanted to see down her shirt, her hair really didn’t cover too much. She put her elbow on her thigh and rested her chin in her hand.

“Was that what you had in mind?”