Call me (closed)

[BethJones]

10...9...8... "No I won't do it,"...6...5..."I hate you when you are drunk,"...2...1...

The sky lit up every colour of firework imaginable, sadly for those stood nearby it was the fireworks flaring on the balcony that caught most people's attention.

Amy and Matt were in a full blown argument, for five years Matt had given Amy everything she needed. His willingness to support her had meant she had turned a blind eye to some of his failings. Give him a drink and he would turn into someoen she didn't know, nor would ever want to.

This evening Matt had been drinking since 7pm, New Year celebrations were well underway in the exclusive bar they had gained entry to. Matt was good at greasing the right palms, his devious ways helped him make money from those less fortunate his dealings often leaving people broken and in poverty.

A recent deal had been causing Amy to have sleepless nights, she hated the way Matt earned his money, but through her naivity she had become tottally dependent on him. He wanted Amy to take part in an elaborate scam that would land them millions, her morals however had intervened resulting in the explosive argument.

Matt knew that he could find a host of girls to take Amy's place, not for love but for money. Greed had him tightly in his grip. What he had with Amy he would never find, he was too blinded by money to realise.

As the bangs echoed through the air, Matt told Amy it was over, confused and hurt she staggered to the toilets, her make up streaming down her pale cheeks. Dabbing her eyes she made her way out side lonely, confused she climbed into the limo Matt had organised.

Sobbing into her tissue, her blue eyes now puffy and red, she pulled her shawl tight around her seeking some comfort from the terrible situation she was now faced with.

"Drive," she sobbed hoping the driver would know where to go.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

Robert felt the cell vibrate in the breast pocket of his suit. He didn't hurry to answer it, instead, casually reaching to turn off the stereo, then removing the keys from the ignition, and stepping out of the limousine. He pulled the cell out and silence the alarm, then crossed to the other side of the street to look toward the river. He couldn't see the waterway over the buildings whose number of floors could all be counted on one hand; but all he needed to see was the sky above them.

A few seconds later, after a series of low thumps began echoing into the city, the sky lit up with the New Years Eve fireworks. They continued for almost three minutes; the reds and yellows and greens and blues reflected off the glass fronts of the downtown structures, turning the city into a giant kaleidoscope of color.

As the finale came and went and he could here the laughter and clapping and drunken merriment coming down to the street from all around him, Robert turned to return to the car. He was almost to the middle of the street when he saw Amy near the back entrance of the hotel. He stared at her for a moment and, even in just the security lights, her expression told him all he needed to know about how her evening had gone.

Bad night, he thought, continuing across the street toward the Stretch. Shit, I hate New Years.

They arrived at the Lincoln's back passenger door about the same time. Robert opened it with a polite smile which he tempered to fit the mood he could tell she was in. The man she'd come to the party with, a Matt something-or-other, had shown himself to be an ass within the first five minutes of Robert picking the couple up at their crosstown condominium. Robert knew the type: money, education, connections, ambitions. They had everything going for them in this world ... except the knowledge of how to treat a beautiful woman.

Matt had run the privacy divider up just a few minutes into the ride, as soon as a quiet argument had begun between the two. Robert waited for the dark glass to rise fully before he reached down to activate both the front-to-back intercom button and the blue tooth he'd installed himself, without his employers knowledge. He knew it was a violation of the couple's privacy, but what the fuck did he care? He was getting paid a buck over minimum wage and guys like this usually gave him half the tip he'd earned with his knowledge of the city.

Robert had learned that big wigs like this often talked about business -- stocks, bonds, IPOs, and the like -- when they were in the back of his limousine, and Robert wanted to know what they had to say. Last year, he'd grossed $14,000 in wages and another $22,000 in gratuities; then, he'd put most of that into the stocks and bonds his customers had chit chatted about in the back -- either over their cells or with the clients sitting across from them -- and profited almost a quarter of a million dollars. Not bad for a guy with a high school education, a Bad Conduct Discharge from the Navy, and nine assault charges, all dropped for a lack of evidence.

Tonight, of course, he'd simply wanted to hear the couple fucking and sucking in the back seat, but, alas, all they'd done was argue quietly all the way to the hotel. And now, here Amy was, exiting the hotel alone with an expression that told Robert she was probably beginning her New Year alone as well.

"Drive," she sobbed, barely audible once Robert had returned to the driver's seat.

"Yes, Miss," he said, just loud enough for her to know he'd heard her. He sent the care slowly down the boulevard, aiming it toward their original starting point.

Traffic was light, with everyone inside trading their spit over continuing verses of Auld Lang Syne and Christmas music that many offices would continue to play well into January simply because no one knew where the stereo was located.

Robert inconspicuously glanced into the rear view mirror again and again, watching Amy. His night time driving glasses were a special glass made specifically for Security personnel; looking directly into his eyes under strong light, a person would see nothing but a regular pair of prescription glasses, but in low light situations -- like a limousine at 12:15 in the morning -- they worked almost like mirrored sunglasses. Robert could stare at Amy all night long, and unless she actually crawled up into the front seat and stared him in the face, she would never known his attention was more on her than on the road.

She doesn't want to go home, Bobby, he told himself. What ever had happened between Amy and her asinine beau, the last thing she needed was to go home to their place and be surrounded by reminders of him.

At a stop light, Robert turned and looked back with a smile. "Miss ... there is a very expensive bottle of champagne that your friend bought for the trip home in the cooler there on the left. I'd say this would be a good time to pop a cork ... wouldn't you?"

He flashed her another smile and, at the sound of lightly tapped horn behind him, returned to his job ... and turned the car away from the couple's crosstown condo and toward the winding roads of Terwilliger Park. As the car began climbing the winding, 20mph road, away from the bright city lights and toward the dark lane of the well groomed, century old County Park, Robert began to think of the standard Chauffeur's fantasy ... fucking his beautiful female client in the backseat of his Stretch...

 

[BethJones]

The motor purred into life as the driver switched on the ignition, the sound which would have signalled the end of a night now signalling the start of a long night. Amy had nothing but the clothes she was wearing, and although they weren't cheap, the ammounted to a knee length Jean Paul Gaultier, purple halter neck dress, a pair of black, strappy Jimmy Choo heels, a purple silk shawl and her partially see through purple tights. The outfit complimented by a purple Radley handbag.

She hated everything she was weraing, she knew where the money had come from to buy them and it made her feel sick. No matter how fancy the items the guilt would always haunt her, if she could have she would have taken them off and thrown them away.

Amy had told the driver to drive, she had no idea where too, she had nowhere to stay. It was new years night, all the fancy hotels would be fully booked, not that she could afford a hotel, not even one in the slums. As they drove on she realised she had nothing, she was all alone in a big bad world. The fireworks began to die down, the signal that another disappointing year was about to begin. The darkness closed in again, the darkness of the night and the darkness of her situation.

"Miss ... there is a very expensive bottle of champagne..." the driver had said, thta was all she needed to hear along with the confirmation it was already paid for.

Furious that she was now stuck with nothing Amy popped the cork, her eyes misty from the tears she had cried. She let her long flowing blonde hair out of the neat bun it had been in, it cascaded over her slender shoulders. Although unladylike, Amy took a swig from the bottle. Her first alcoholic drink of the night.

The nights events ran through her mind. If only she hadn't taken the moral high ground, if only she had listened and gone along with the plan, if only... she could go on but it would get her nowhere. The night had ended badly, matt had sent her on his way. Her cell began to vibrate. It was Matt. Amy was in no mood to talk to him, she had just started to calm down. QShe diverted the call to her voicemail, hoping Matt would take the hint. Moments later it started vibrating again. Tears started to well in her eyes again, she turned the cell off, slipping it onto the seat nect to her.

Using the reflective screen she tidied her face, bravely locking back the doubts in her mind as she reapplied her makeup. Taking anoher swig she began to gather her thoughts.

"I'll be honest with you.... i don't know where we are going.... I have no where to stay.... could we pull over while i think?" Amy asked the driver as she took another sip of the champagne. She glanced at the bottle, not really knowing about champagne, a Pernod-Ricard Perrier-Jouet, not that the name meant anything to her.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"I'll be honest with you," she called forward to Robert, "I don't know where we are going. I have no where to stay. Could we pull over while i think?"

"Of course, Miss," Robert responded, checking the road to find exactly where he was. The Terwilliger wasn't unknown to him; more than once, he'd pulled the car off into a dark corner of a parking lot and took a short walk while his clients fucked in the back seat of the Stretch. Of course, tonight, he was hoping to be the one getting his dick wet.

As he drove the black, curving road through the thick, maple and elm forest, he felt a twinge of guilt. He'd always hoped that the first time he had one of his clients in the limo's spacious back, it would be because she'd been partying and having fun and -- when the urge to merge struck her -- Robert himself would be the lucky male within asking range. Amy wasn't that happy-go-lucky, horny flirt though. Something had gone wrong upstairs at the hotel party, that was obvious. She was a beautiful, sexy woman; it was New Years Eve; and she and her Beau had a limo available to them. If all was hunky-dory, they'd be together right now, screaming in ecstasy in either of the Stretch's backseats, uncaring of whether the Chauffeur was hearing all or not.

Any yet, guilt or not, Robert's mind was entirely upon finding what he called Hell's Heaven. He'd found the parking place one afternoon while riding the Terwilliger on his Harley. When he took that last turn and he realized he was there, he checked his mirrors and the road ahead to ensure no one was going to see him pull the big black car off the Park road.

The limo crawled slowly as the thick canopy of the black forest closed in on them. They were barely moving, perhaps at three or four miles an hour, over a bumpy dirt path barely wide enough to keep the beautiful car from being scratched by the undergrowth. The night got darker ... and darker ... and darker; this was the portion Robert referred to as Hell.

Suddenly, the undergrowth and canopy broke together, and the nightscape of the city revealed itself beyond the bay. Robert stopped the car, looking into the rear view mirror and asking, "Will this be fine, Miss?"

This is the heaven part, he thought, or ... it will be ... if I can just convince you that you need some company back there...

 

[BethJones]

Amy took another swig of the champagne, with each swig she realised that champagne was not and almost certainly never would be her drink of choice. She placed the bottle back into it's holder glancing through the tinted windows into the dark night.

The road was empty, no sign of lights in front nor behind. The driver seemed to know exactly where he was going, this wasn't really a surprise after all he was paid to drive. Amy would have been more worried had the driver not known where to go.

The limo seemed to glide down the small side track, testament indeed to the suspension. The night seemed to draw in, her trust solely in the driver, the darkness made it hard to see anything, from her seat in the back she could just make out the faint shape of trees lining the track.

Amy's mind wandered, had the argument not happened she wondered what she would be doing now. She glanced around the limo, she shuddered as she thought about the possibility that her and Matt would probably have ended up having sex.

Her thoughts were interuppted, the limo glided to a halt as the driver spoke "Will tis be fine, Miss?" Amy couldn't remember the last time she had been called Miss, despite living the high life with Matt the majority of the people they had spent time with had been too far up their own backsides to care about her.

The sky once again lit up, fighting back the darkness. Amy was amased to see such a view, the city looked amazing, the mix of light, the reflection in the bay, even the stray fireworks still exploding. The view made her forget her worries momentarily.

Relaxing a little into the seat, Amy thought about the way she had been treated at all these high society dinners and drinks, she thought about how she had felt when people hadn't bothered to acknowledge her. Amy shuddered as she realised she had started to slip into the same ways, realising she had been in the back of the limo for the best part of 2 hours and at no point had she even thought to ask the driver his name.

"It's lovely...I'm so sorry.... Do you mind telling me your name?" Amy asked cautiously not wishing to offend. She needed this man's help if she was to find anywhere to stay at short notice.

A shiver ran down Amy's spine as she awaited his response. The temperature had dropped significantly as they had meandered down the track out into the open. She pulled the shawl tight to her trying to keep what little warmth was still in her body.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"Robert," he answered with a smile. He saw her tremble and pull her shawl close around her body. As she glanced out toward the nightscape, he took a moment to look her over again. With her makeup tended to and her hair finger combed through during the ride, Amy was back to her beautiful self. Robert saw a great number of beautiful women in his job -- beautiful female clients, as well as the beautiful mates of his business clients -- but Amy was remarkable; one moment, Robert saw the strong, mature woman in her, and the next he found the vulnerable, young girl in her ... and that combination was something that simply drove men crazy.

He popped the trunk of the limo and stepped out, circling to the back of the car. A moment later, he opened the rear door she was viewing the City through and held out a thick, gray-black blanket. He smiled as he explained, "It's made of alpaca fiber. Much warmer than wool ... as soft as angora. I turned the heat on full, but this will help, too."

As she took it, he trembled himself. The night had chilled a great deal, but here in Hell's Heaven, the breeze sometimes came directly off the river and into the forest. Robert had been on a client's sailboat in the bay one chilly November morning and had seen how the bay breeze had kept the trees here on the shore buried in sparkling frost as the rest of the world warmed and shed the white layers. It had been beautiful, and one of the reasons he'd come up months later to search for this spot.

Now, he had found something else beautiful at Hell's Heaven, and she was sitting in his car, alone, trembling, thanking him ...

 

[BethJones]

Amy reached up, daunted by the nights events yet not afraid, despite being wholly dependant on Matt she knew she would be alright, at least she hoped she would be alright. She extended her slender pale arm, she had never been a fan of sun beds and Matt despite his small fortune had always been too busy screwing unsuspecting clients to take a holiday anywhere warm and accepted the kind offer of the blanket.

"Thank you, Robert," she said the first hint of a smile easing across her face. With the cicrles she had mixed in it wasa pleasent change to find someone who seemed nice, kind, caring even. She looked carefully at Robert, unsure what he was thinking, his eyes covered by his glasses. Amy did however spot the slight shiver as he stood in the cool night air.

"Care to join me in here... it will be warmer... I'm not sure how long I'll need to think," she said calmly holding herself together, she knew she had to think about a way out of the dilema she was faced with. She shuffled over on the seat making space for Robert to climb in. She reached forward for the champagne, "If the warmth dosen't tempt you in maybe a toast will?" she said waving the almost full bottle of champagne in Roberts general direction. Amy disliked the taste but was keen to toast a new beginning.

The argument with Matt had been the cherry on the cake, things had been bubbling for a long time, her total dependance had stopped her walking out. As the weeks had gone by she found it harder and harder to want to spend time with Matt. His relentless banter about her part in his latest scam had pushed her to the edge, then when he had had the cheek to tell her that he could have anyone he wanted and that they would do anything he said he had pushed too far.

The names Matt had called her as she had walked away, the humiliation as he made her look like a cheap money grabbing slut in the middle of the party. The sheer fact he had spoiled New Years a celebration she had enjoyed since being a young child.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"Thank you, I think I will," Robert said in response to Amy's invitation. His answer sounded very casual, as if he often sat in the rear of the limo with clients. But inside, he was overjoyed at her request. Earlier, when he'd first realized Amy would be on her own the rest of the night, he'd placed his odds at being this close to her at maybe 1 in 50 -- regardless of her horrible evening, she was still the beautiful client and he was still just the help -- but he'd known his odds had been increasing with each little act of kindness.

He stepped into the car and sat in the rear facing seat, looking across the interior at her. One barrier down ...

"I shouldn't," he said as she waved the bottle before him. "Driving, of course." He reached over the back of his seat through the opened barrier and retrieved his coffee cup, sipping at it as he returned to staring into her eyes. She was ... wow ... just too much. And he wanted her so badly. Don't screw up this opportunity, Bobby Boy. Smooth ... slow ... make it happen.

And all the while that he was telling himself this, he was trying to find a sitting position that would hide his solid-as-a-rock dick.

"So ... Amy..." Robert searched for some way to start the conversation ... start it toward the ultimate goal. The only way he could find to do that was -- unfortunately -- to remind her of the jerk that had put her here in the first place. He didn't know the details of the fight, but he was pretty sure there had been one; their earlier time in the car, before the party, had been a precursor to the evening's festivities, Robert was sure. How you going to do this...?

"... I don't want to give you the impression that I'm in a hurry for this to end ... you know, us sitting here ... talking ... looking at the lights. But I was just ... well, I don't want to pry ... but I ... I sort of heard a little bit of the conversation earlier ... and I was wondering whether ... well, where will I be taking you tonight...? Back to your gentleman's condo, or ... do you have another destination...?"

He wanted to say, To my bed maybe...? But that would have told her that he'd heard a lot more of their conversation that he was willing to admit to. What he really wanted to here was Matt's a fucking jerk, and I'd like to have revenge sex with you right now, Robert!

He tried to suppress the smile that came to his lips at that last fantasy ... but failed.

 

[BethJones]

Amy was glad thet robert had accepted her invitation, she needed someone to talk things over with. As he settled into he seat opposite she got her first real look at him, it was strange how an argument with a loved one opened your eyes to the attractiveness of others. Had she not had the huge disagreement inside the party she would never have noticed Roberts toned physic, rugged good looks or his kind nature.

Robert declined the invitation to toast with her instead reaching for his coffee, "I hate the stuff to be honest," Amy said as she returned the bottle to the holder. As she put the bottle away, she brushed lightly against Robert, her notrils were filled with the soft, subtle scent of his aftersahve. "Mind if I have a sip of coffee?" she asked polietly.

After taking a small sip from the cup, the warmth filled her body. Her eyes watered, a combination of an awful night and random acts of kindness. "I don't really know where to go... The jerk I left behind was everything I had... all I have now is waht you see before you," Amy said as she held back the tears.

The one thing she needed now more than anything was a hug, just to be held to feel safe and secure, the one thing she didn't dare ask for.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"I don't really know where to go," Amy told him, handing back his mug. "The jerk I left behind was everything I had. All I have now is what you see before you,"

Robert was conflicted by his emotions. He was a compassionate man ... key emphasis on man. He felt sorry for Amy, having heard how his client had treated her earlier and now hearing that she was out in the cold; but at the same time, all he wanted was to see this beauty stripped naked, screaming oh god oh god as she bounced in his lap.

Again, he felt a smile coming at the very thought of his fantasy; he quickly raised the mug to his lips, sipping, to hide the expression. Don't blow this now, Bobby Boy, by seeming to be ... well, seeming to be like that Matt-guy.

He slid forward until he was just sitting on the edge of his seat, leaning toward her, and offered the mug out again. "Amy ... you don't mind if I call you Amy, instead of Miss, do you...? We're in no hurry. We can sit here for as long as you like, while we figure out something. And ... I do mean we."

He smiled to her as she took the mug, thinking of the chauffeurs back at the Driver's Lounge and how they'd never believe him. He smiled to her as they shared his coffee, but it was just a polite smile of growing friendship; it was a result of him sick mind screaming out, Where the fuck is a video camera when you need one?

 

[BethJones]

"You're so sweet," Amy said smiling, she lent forward pecking Robert on the cheek, once again his scent filled her nostrils. The temperature inside the limo had begun to rise, now at a comfortable temperature Amy placed the blanket next to her and allowed her shawl to fall back off her shoulders. Her large breasts swelled a little in her dress forming a beautiful cleavage.

"Do you think you can help me?" Amy asked softly. "I don't hve any money and I could do with a place to stay... do you know anywhere I can go for help?" her mind was racing as it was now finally sinking in that she was homeless and moneyless. Matt had always taken care of the finances, his cruel dealings allowing Amy to live a life of luxury without lifting a finger.

Amy had longed to do some work, to earn a little to support herself, Matt had never been keen, he liked the idea that she was wholly dependent on him. He had liked the feeling of power of her, in fact he was probably over the moon that she was now lost and alone, the ultimate power card had been played when he had told her to go. The only floor was that Amy was happy to go, no longer willing to be a pawn in Matt's games.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"Do you think you can help me?" Amy asked softly.

Out of that dress...? Robert immediately thought. Sure, be glad to.

But, of course, she continued on, "I don't have any money, and I could do with a place to stay. Do you know anywhere I can go for help?"

U-reek-uh! he thought; her situation was in fact as bad as he'd fantasized. He watched her -- watched her body -- as she shed the blanket and shawl. She was such an erotic looking woman, with a perfect figure and -- his favorites -- perma-hard nipples that always looked they were trying to drill an escape from within the bosom of her dress.

"Of course," Robert said -- immediately wishing he hadn't. Where's the negotiation, Bobby Boy. What do you get out of this...? He sipped at his coffee mug again, then set it aside and said, "Of course ... I have to wonder ... since obviously I'm not getting paid for my time tonight -- your boy friend was going to pay cash at the end of the evening -- and I surely won't be getting tipped, either..."

Robert conspicuously glanced down to her breasts, wanting her to know exactly where his mind was at, then looked back up to her. "...so ... I have to wonder ... what am I getting out of this Good Samaritan act...?"

 

[BethJones]

Amy was speechless, she had thought everything had been paid up front otherwise shoe would never have climbed into the limo. Matt was obviously going to find some way to worm out of paying for the limo and screw over yet another hardworking guy. She felt Robert's eyes fall to her chest. The good samaritan wasn't as much of a samaritan as she had thought, nobody did anything for nothing these days.

She had no money, no way to pay for Robert's time, she was in teh middle of nowhere, there was no choice. Matt had been the only man she had ever slept with, they had met at high school and since their first date Amy had never so much as looked at another man. Her good looks had never gone unnoticed when they had been out together, one of the reasons Matt had liked to keep her safely indoors and alone, omly allowed out with him.

"I... I...I really have nothing to give you," Amy stammered slightly uneasy with the direction this was heading. Apart from buildres whistling at her as she had walked down the street and the occassional flirty remark from Matt's associates she had never been propositioned for sexual favours as payment for anything.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"I... I...I really have nothing to give you," Amy stammered, surprised.

Robert was kind of surprised at her reaction. She seemed ... stunned by the proposition. Maybe she's a bit more naive about such things as you thought, Bobby Boy.

Women never ceased to surprise Robert. Looks, attitude, social status; you could never take these three things, or a number of other aspects of a woman's being, and simply calculate out what her reaction would be when you basically hinted, I want to fuck you ... and you really don't have a lot of better options.

Robert had seen the quietest, meekest looking young women out back of the Coliseum drop and blow him just to sit in the limo that his rock star client had just left to go perform his show. And on the flip side, he'd seen half naked, drunk-off-their-ass sluts turn away from him and walk home in a rain storm when he offered to give them that same rock star's hotel room number and the key card that would get them into the hotel rather than part their thighs for him in the alley behind the hotel.

You just never knew.

But, Robert felt good about his chances with Amy. She was, in a word, desperate. And, of course, he'd been pretty accommodating to her so far; warm blanket, bottle of champagne -- which apparently was going to go to waste rather than get her wasted -- and a promise to help her out. And, he was a pretty okay looking guy, or so he'd often been told, particularly once a woman got his clothes off and saw his constantly-worked-on, chiseled form.

No, Robert was going to get lucky tonight. All he had to do was show Amy that this was her choice, that he wasn't forcing it upon her. Either she jumped at the chance, or she took her chances on her own.

"Listen ... Amy," he said, scooting back in his seat again; reclined back, his erection was more than obvious, pressing against the inside of his uniform slacks, begging to be let free. "I don't want you to think I'm ... pushing you into anything. I'm not. All you have to do ... is tell me you want to leave here. I'll drive you anywhere you want to go.

She had no where to go. Robert knew that, and Amy knew that. But ... making the offer was the least he could do. And, for the sake of his own imminent pleasure, it was the most he would do.

 

[BethJones]

Amy knew her only real option was to give Robert what he wanted. The obvious bulge in Roberts trousers helped her to make her decision, never had she seen such an obvious bulge before, she was curious. She smiled at him, unsure what her move should be, what was normal for fucking a stranger in return for a ride home?

With Matt sex was fairly straightforward, she undressed, he undressed, Matt then stuck his small cock into her mouth before jamming it inside her. Matt would then move up and down, thrusting into her and within five minutes cum, collapse next to her and sleep. It was a fairly loveless act, more about Matt satisfying himself.

She guessed the best way to initiate the act and show her willingness to do whatever it took to get her a bed for the night was to start to undress. Amy flicked her long blonde hair back over her shoulders, slowly she began to undo the strap at the neck. letting it fall down below her round breasts, now only covered by the purple strapless bra, her cleavage spilling over the top.

"Is this waht you want?" Amy asked in a low coy voice.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"Is this what you want?" Amy asked in a low, coy voice.

Robert's lips widened in a smile. "Very much so."

He watched her continue to strip as he began removing his jacket and tie, then began unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping his slacks. He intentionally made his own strip slow, wanting her naked before him...

 

[BethJones]

Amy wriggled in the seat as she took the dress down over her hips, although the limo seemed spacious it wasn't designed for two people to strip. Her breasts wobbled in her bra as she slipped the dress down her legs, carefully flicking it over her ankles and shoes so as not to damage it.

Her white thong now visible beneath the purple tights, ordinarily she would have worn matching underwear, but on this occassion she had found her purple panties left lines that could not be disguised beneath the dress. Slowly she rolled her tights down her long luscious legs, kicking her shoes to one side as she got down to her ankle.

She recognised the look in Robert's eyes as she sat back in just her bra and thong. He wanted her naked. The cold leather seat pressed against her beautiful round cheeks. Her small fingers unhooked the back of her bra, freeing her round breasts, they barely moved as the bra moved away, pert and firm they stood proud on her chest.

Amy worked her white thong down, sliding carefully to reduce the view of her pussy, aware that robert would be the second man to see her naked, the second man to see the small mark she kept so well hidden just to the left of her right breast.

Despite Matt's distinct lack of interest in her body other than as a vessel for him to fuck, Amy took care of her body. She kept her stomach flat and toned, she kept her pussy lips smooth and kissable and maintained a small patch of pubic hair above her clit.

Her legs stayed tightly colsed as her eyes fell on the toned chest and muscular body of Robert, the bulge in his pants even more obvious as he shed his layers. It was clear that Robert was the proud owner of a tool that would put Matt to shame. It worried Amy as she looked at Roberts package, aware that her entire sexual experience was based around Matt's small 4 inch penis.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

(OOC -- The one pic I don't have of "Amy" is one of her in the back seat of a car that is appropriate for the moment, so the one below is "out of context", but it shows her nude form.)

Robert's dick was twitching anxiously as Amy continued to shed her clothes. She was so beautiful, firm where firm was good, soft where soft was desired, well rounded, and ... simply erotic in every facet.

She released her breasts from the bounds of her bra, and Robert's gaze fixed. He wanted to drop to his knees, go to her, and take one of the swollen nipples into his mouth. But ... he held back ... knowing there was more to come, and that Amy -- seeing his intense attention -- knew he wanted it all.

Soon, the last piece of covering was aside, the small white thong dropping to the seat beside her. Amy was simply perfect ... and Robert could wait no longer. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.

With his slacks already ready to be shed, he lifted his buttocks and slipped them off his waist and down his thighs ... and immediately realized that his erection had escaped the open fly of his boxers and was standing at full attention for her to see. He smiled, his emotions somewhere between pride at his package and embarrassment of simply spilling it out to this woman with whom he had only really met less than an hour earlier.

He kicked his shoes off and slipped the pants away from him, then struggled to get the waist band of the boxers high enough up his waist to get the end of his nine inches of wood out through the fly. He kind of chuckled -- this time it was pure embarrassment, even if the cause, his endowment was something to be proud of -- and once he'd succeeded, shed the boxers in the same way.

Then ... nothing...

For a long moment, Robert just stared at Amy, unsure of how to proceed. They were strangers to one another, and the situation wasn't exactly the same as going to a bar and picking up a woman who he knew was there to find someone to fuck. This ... this had just sort of happened. Robert hadn't created the situation that put Amy here at this moment in time, but he sure had manipulated it in a direction he wanted it to go.

So, he took a moment to look her over, to appreciate what she had been willing to show him. His gaze moved from her sparkling hazel eyes to her pert nipples to her neatly shaved pube. He smiled again, this time reminiscing. A recent Ex had had a similarly trimmed pussy and hadn't found it funny when Robert had called her narrow patch of hair a Wooly Bear because, as he mistakenly explained, "... it looks like a fussy little caterpillar crawling toward a warm hole". Robert had thought it was cute ... but he never said it again.

He wasn't going to name it on Amy, either, but he knew what he was going to do with it. He moved forward and dropped to the carpet with his knees on either side of and his buttocks atop the drive train cover. He'd always fantasized about a hump on the hump in the back of his Stretch, and finally now he was going to get it.

And although he'd hurried to get Amy to this point, he realized that he may still need to take his time in actually fulfilling his dream. She was nervous; it was so obvious. Her thighs were clamped shut like a bank vault, and -- despite the still running engine and the fully blowing heating -- she was trembling occasionally, and at least twice he'd seen goose bumps appear on her arms and legs, then disappear.

It wasn't the cold, Robert knew. She was ... was ... was what? Scared? Frightened? Worried? Shy? There were so many words that Robert could attach to the situation, but without knowing her any better than the barista who sold him his morning coffee, Robert couldn't be sure exactly what was in her mind at that moment.

He knew one thing though: she had so few other options at this moment in her life that she had been willing to take her clothes off and offer herself up for his pleasure.

He rose high on his knees, laying his hands softly upon her the outsides of her thighs; his solid dick pointed directly at her face as if to say, Right there! That's the place! He leaned is close to her and just before he pressed his mouth to hers in a soft but slowly turning passionate kiss, he whispered to her, "I want this to be a night neither of us forget ... and for good reason."

 

[BethJones]

Amy's mouth fell open, not through the shock of seeing another man's cock, more through admiration of something so long. The tip poked through the fly of Robert's trousers, all hard and throbbing. Mesmerized alraedy by the small ammount of throbbing cock, her eyes could look nowhere else.

As Robert wriggled his full length came into view, at least double Matt's size in length and girth. Amy never knew cocks grew so big. Although not a virgin, tonight Amy felt as nervous as she had done the first time Matt had fucked her. How on earth would she slide this monster of a cock inside her, her fear countered by a curiousity. She wanted to touch Robert's throbbing cock, to stroke it, lick it, fuck it. Thoughts like these hadn't entered her mind for years, she almost dreaeded sex with Matt, it was loveless, pleasureless and over before it had started.

She sat frightened opposite Robert, who despite his earlier forwardness also seemed to have grown more cautious. As he lent into press his lips agaisnt hers, she felt his warm breath agaisnt her cheek as he whispered "I want this to be a night neither of us forget ... and for good reason."

Amy let her lips part as they pressed to Roberts, her hands slowly caressing Robert's back and shoulders, feeling his muscular body. Realising his strength as he kissed her passionately and deeply. Robert's moist tongue invading her mouth, performing the wild dance that only two tongues know.

Her hands finding Roberts tight firm buttocks, squeezing them gently, pulling him colser, her legs slowly parting to bring him closer to her. His long hard cock rubbing agsinst her thighs as he continued to swirl his tongue around hers. She felt her nipples begin to tingle as they hardened through pleasure not cold. Sensations she had experienced alone but not with any other man.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

(OOC -- I put some "jewelry" on her because I have a plan for it. Hope you don't mind. Let's use the dangle in the picture in my last post, okay?)


Amy was relaxing with Robert -- no, warming up to him -- letting her hands caress over Robert's body, reaching down and taking his firmed buttocks into her hands. He did the same, eager to hold her, to feel her against him, to feel him inside her.

He reached behind her, grasping her ass and, as he sat back upon the hump again, pulled her forcefully into his lap, causing her thighs to open and her legs to wrap around his waist. His erection pressed hard against her pube and belly, its tip playing with the little jewel dangling from just above her belly button. He chuckled a bit, interrupting their kiss; the diamonds and platinum were cold against the heat of his swollen penis.

Feeling the heat of her pussy against his balls, Robert began rocking his hips as he slipped his hands, one after the other under her thighs, bringing her knees up high against his sides. He could feel his dick pressing against the warmth and wetness of her clit and swollen lips as he whispered with a hungry voice, "I want in you ... I want in you now..."

It was a statement ... and a question both. He knew they were going to fuck; there was no doubt in that. But he still felt a bit self conscious about how they'd gotten to this point. He was taking advantage of Amy, even though he was sure that by now she didn't care. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, he was sure ... or at least hoped desperately.

But he still felt as if he needed to hear her say it, too...

 

[BethJones]

Amy had never been manhandled like this, the sheer power and strength Robert had making her melt in his arms. Whilst with Matt she had never questioned the quality of their sex life, never wondering if it was like that with everyone.

Her smooth lips pressing against Roberts throbbing cock, she felt as it pleaded for entry to her moistening pussy. Amy looked deep into Robert's eyes, her earlier inhibitions now being shed like her clothes. "I want you... I want you inside me" Amy panted her breathing becoming heavier with anticipation.

Still worried about the consequences of taking a cock twice the size that she was used to, "Please be gentle... you're so big," her voice low and fragile croaked.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"Please be gentle," she said, her voice low, tentative, "... you're so big."

Robert liked hearing that; he never tired of it. As he pulled his hips back, positioning the head of his dick at her swollen clit, massaging it a bit, then lowering further until he was at her already dripping wet pussy, he recalled the perennial argument about whether or not size mattered. Robert could care less one way or the other whether it did; he was well endowed, with a nine inch tool whose girth was sufficient that he could barely touch his thumb to his fingers when he was providing himself his own sexual pleasure. So ... worrying about whether he had what it took -- assuming that size did matter -- was a moot point.

Feeling himself right where he needed to be, Robert grasped tightly to Amy's ass cheeks and pulled her to him. She was tight -- virgin tight -- and it took a long moment for her to open to him. Once she did, Robert pushed every so slowly, pulling his face back to watch her expression as he penetrated, fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch.

 

[BethJones]

Amy panted heavily, her hands gripped the seat below her as she felt Robert's large throbbing tip press against her lips. Slowly he eased forward parting her delicate lips. her eyes widened as he eased further inside her. His girth stretching her a little.

Still panting as she allowed him to penetrate her deeply, his cock pressing deeper inside than any cock had ever been. Her tight walls gripping his cock as he moved further inside, she could feel every ridge, bump and throb from his cock as he continued to ease deeper.

The mere sensation of Robert's cock easing inside sent pleasurable waves through her body, feelings never before experienced. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasurable movements Robert stopped. Her moist lips pressing agaisnt the base of his shaft.

Instinct took control as she rocked her hips slowly, his cock now rubbing gently against her inner walls. Almost as slowly as he had entered she felt his cock as it edged back out of her again inch by inch.

"That feels sooo good," she moaned with delight. She could not believe the pleasure his cock was already giving her. Her pussy now felt comfortably full, stretched to accomodate yet not stretched to the point of pain. Her eyes twinkled as her nervous smile turned to one which showed her pleasure. Robert continued to move slowly in and out of her, each time she felt more and more aroused, his slow teasing movements pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm.

Without thinking Amy had begun to rock in time with Robert, willing him to increase his pace, now wanting to feel some force behind his slow delicate movements. She may only have met Robert a few hours ago, she didn't care, she wanted him to take her to new sexual heights. She wanted to experience the pleasures his cock would hold.

Amy pulled herself closer to Robert, her soft breasts pressing agaisnt Robert's chest, his toned body close to hers. Pants still easing from her lips as she felt him moving inside her body. "Fuck me," she pleaded, words that she had never spoken, not even to Matt.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

As Robert slid deeper and deeper inside of her, Amy wrapped around him like a warm coat, her arms, hands, and legs pulling her tightly to him. She felt so good around him ... and around his dick, too. Robert would have sworn by her reaction to his penetrating her that she was still a teenage virgin, if it wasn't for already knowing a bit about her and her situation with that Matt.

Once he'd hit bottom, releasing a deep groan at the feel of her warm, tight pussy enveloping his full length, Robert began slowly moving in and out of her, first just a little, then a bit more, then finally nearly his full length. His hands grasped her buttocks tightly, lifting her entirely from the seat; with his strength, he moved her body to and fro, pounding their groins together as her cries and his grunts increased with the speed and fierceness of their fuck.

He worried for a moment about whether he might hurt her. She was just so tight around him! But as she relaxed to the feel of him pummeling her and became increasingly more lubed by her own juices, his worries faded, and all he became concerned with was their imminent explosions.

He wanted her to cum with him and, when he realized that his orgasm wasn't far off, he slowed a bit and tried to concentrate on the sound of her, on how she was reacting to him, on how she herself was moving to his thrusts.

But, it was too late; he'd reached that point where climax was approaching and he could no longer wait for her. He rose up on his knees taking her up with him almost until their heads were touching the moon roof, and increased his thrusts in speed and power ... until ...

Robert released a loud, satisfied grunt as his dick leaped inside of her, firing, firing, firing its load. He pounded even harder, wanting to experience ever last possible ejaculation ...

The euphoria overwhelmed him; his mind swam in the pleasure running through his body. He sat his haunches back upon the hump, pulling Amy close to him as his thrusts came to an end and he simply held her to him.

He'd achieved his fantasy; he'd had a client in the back of his Stretch. And it had been ... unbelievable.

And even as he was just beginning to come down from his peak, he was already make plans for this future with Amy...

 

[BethJones]

Amy felt the tell tale uncoordinated thrusts as Robert began to cum deep inside her pussy. She heard the familiar grunt, the signal that all was over, although Robert had reached depths previously untouched, stretched her to fit his endownment, he still hadn't brought her to orgasmic bliss.

The warm sensation of cum coating her inner walls was pleasent coupled with the stimulation still coming from his veiny cock rubbing agaisnt her. Her pants began to fall away as Robert pulled her close. the feel of his cock still hard insdie her was delightful, still Amy couldn't help feeling cheated out of her own pleasure.

Amy had never experienced true satisfaction with a man, Robert had definately been the closest, lasting considerably longer than Matt. Amy felt the familiar dull ache, the ache that she usually dealt with alone in the confines of her bathroom.

As Robert held her close, Amy wondered what would happen next, aware that there was no place to go, no where to sleep, no money to pay.