A Fresh Start (For St Fornicate)

[Chessie]

They were in for a doozie. That much she could tell, looking at the evening light through her windshield. She didn't have much further to go, now that she had entered the city limits. Francine hoped she'd reach her hotel, before the skies opened up.

It had been a nice day for the long drive. The windows down on her little blue honda. A small, and insignificant car, it had served her well over the last 8 years. Point a to point b and back again. Only ever needing yearly maintenance. The car was an extention of herself. She knew it better than she knew some of her more.. complicated bits of herself.

With the sun in the sky, and the windows down, the music had lifted her spirits as she'd drove. What she was driving towards was not something to be happy about. The marvelous undertaking was going to be ardous and emotional. It already had been, and she hadn't even started yet. But being in the car today had done a small about at helping her let go of some of that anxiety. If only for a few hours.

She'd even caught the eye of a hottie driving off on his own adventure. Sharing a slight teasing moment as he'd tried to pass her. A playful grin on her features as she'd pressed the gas pedal down, riding along side of him playfully as their speeds excelled on the open highway. Relishing the moment as he gave her that look. Holding his gaze for a beat longer, before she laughed and let off the gas, letting him drive off into the road ahead. Never to be seen again.

Francine had needed this escape. The 7 hour drive had gone by, almost too quickly. As she hit the city limits, the anxieties she'd banished before had come slipping back in, one by one. Once again her hands were tense at the wheel. Thinking of what she'd left behind. Worrying about what was lying ahead.

As she navigated the lift bridge into the town, over the waterway that opened up to the lake, Francine took the opportunity to take in the surroundings. Woods and water, so far removed from the big city she'd come from. The streak of lightening that rippled across the sky above her, caused her heart to skip a beat. She quickly changed lanes as the thunder rumbled for a distance not too far off.
Francine felt the bump before fully registering what was going on. Suddenly her little car was turned the opposite way. Trying to recover, her heart seemed to stop altogether as she pulled at the wheel trying to right herself. In her panic, she pressed harder on the gas, instead of the brake, gunning the car down the embankment, rushing past trees and over grass and beach sand. Coming to a stop inches from a tree in front of her.

"Holy Fuck.." she breathed as the thunder rumbled over head.

Killing the engine, she pulled open her door, stepping out bewildered and looking around. Breathing a sigh of relief at being alive, as she looked up the embankment she'd come barreling down. Past the trees she'd narrowly missed. She could hear the cars rolling over the bridge above her. Oblivious to her plight. The bastard had just kept going. Leaving her alone in her plight, her dented back end, and a way to figure out how to get the car back up and on the road again.

 

[StFornicate]

Hard work was nothing new to Tommy O'Brien. He'd been working ten hour days for months now, six days a week, with a crew of over a hundred other pipefitters building the new nuclear power plant. It made for long days; the hour and a half commute from the small town out to the job site was brutal, and he only made it on the weekends. During the week he stayed in a run-down roadside motel about twenty minutes away. As it was Friday, he was headed home for the weekend. He was dirty still from work, as much as he tried to clean himself up before leaving, it was pointless. It was just a damn dirty job.

Tommy was a stout man, well built from years of hard work. At thirty years old, he'd yet to find the right woman to settle down with, though it wasn't for lack of trying, or a lack of options. None of them seemed to work right, though. He was a good six feet tall, and two hundred pounds of thick muscle. Well tanned from working outside; he was happy the rain had held off til the end of the day.

The sexy, flirty brunette thirty miles back had certainly lifted his spirits, though! The little race she'd led him on for half a mile, stealing glances back and forth as she kept up with his Ford Ranger in her little Honda was fun. Not that he'd ever see her again, but he'd let his imagination run a little wild with the possibilities.

He'd stopped a few miles outside town to fill the gas tank, and then got back on the road. So close to home. His cell phone rang as he approached the bridge. He answered it; an old friend. He ruffled his short, curly brown hair as he answered.

"Yeah, yeah, almost back to town. What's happenin tonight--whoa shit!"

That little Honda, with the flirty brunette, had just cut him off! Too close too, and Tommy's foot slipped, hitting the gas instead of the brake, his front bumper ripping into her taillight! Her car swerved from the assault, and she overcorrected, driving right down the embankment! He slammed the brakes, skidding out with a loud squeal of tires and burning rubber, which only served to cause him to run his front driver side right into the concrete wall along that middle of the road! His truck bounced off it and he swerved all the way across two lanes, miraculously not hitting any other cars on the way, and he brought the truck to a screeching halt before he rolled down the same embankment!

"Jesus, fuck me..." he groaned, his head rattled from the impacts. He cut off the engine and got out, running around the back of the car to look down the embankment, and saw the brunette down there, her car mere inches from running headfirst into a rather stout tree!

"Hey! Are you okay?" he called out, seeing her get out of the busted car, and he started to make his way down the embankment.

 

[Chessie]

Francine's heart slammed into her chest as she looked around the torn up scene. She'd been lucky. Very lucky indeed. As this realisation dawned on her, fear and anger coursed through her.

When she heard his voice above her, she whirled around, her eyes taking in his massive form looming above her. A moment of realisation dawned on her, just as a flicker of lightening rippled across the sky above them. Her words being absorbed by the thunder as it rolled over head.

It was him. The guy from the road a few hours back. Had he followed her? Had he intentionally knocked her down here?!

"What the fuck!? You could have killed me!"

How was she going to get out of this? Her car was probably alright. Minus the damage to her tail light, it seemed to have otherwise taken the brunt force of fall down the hill in stride. As long as it didn't start raining.

Another flash of light, seeming rather close as the thunder boomed overhead, seemed to play its own joke on her. Just as the thought crossed her mind, the sky above seemed to open up. The rain coming down, seemingly at once. Soaking her immediately.

Great. Perfect. Just what she needed.

Exasperated, she turned from him. Running both hands through her now soaked hair. Slicking it back with her movements, to get it out of her face. A cursory glance downwards, to the white tshirt she wore, over her jean shorts. The red push up bra she'd decided on to give her that added vote of confidence making itself known through the soaking wet shirt.

Fantastic.

 

[StFornicate]

The skies opened up, and the rain came down, suddenly, but not entirely unexpected. Tommy groaned and cardfully made his way down the hill. He was angry, and it showed in his face.

"You cut me off, sweetheart," he shouted at her as he approached her. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled as the rain came down on top of them. He was quickly as drenched as she was. Her lithe form, her perfect womanly curves, did little to calm his rage. "Maybe you should watch where you're fucking driving!"

 

[Chessie]

"Oh no.. you're not putting this on me!"

Coming around the car, Francine came to stop in front of its hood, glaring up at the massive individual coming down the embankment towards her. Even from her fair distance, she knew he towered over her. But she was having none of it. This had started out as a shit day, and he wasn't going to bully her around, just because he was having a bad one too.

As he stepped closer, she realised she recognised him. Remembering their little jaunt 50 or so miles back. Only fuelling her rage. Had he planned this? Was this some sort of sick way to get her number?

"Did you tell your friend about the girl in the honda?" She bellowed at him. Her voice trying to make itself heard over the driving rain, and rushing traffic above them. The rain running down her face, and into her eyes, she blinked as she once again ran her hands through her wet hair. Causing her now transparent shirt to rise. Exposing her pale midriff.

"If you'd been paying attention jackass, we'd both be dry right now. Instead of standing here!" She turned back toher car, frustratedly running her and again through her hair. Lightening splintered above them, the roar of thunder loud enough to rumble the bearings on the bridge overhead. Francine resisted the urge to jump. Planting her bare feet in the waterlogged sand. There was no point to shoes at any rate. with them being in the back seat, she'd left them as she'd climbed out of the car. This little tidbit made her feel more naked than the soaked and see through shirt. Standing barefoot in a thunderstorm, arguing with a stranger. Her heart pounded in her chest. Daring him to call her on it.

 

[StFornicate]

"Don't flatter yourself, girl," Tommy growled at her. He shook his head. "I'd totally forgotten about you until you cut right in front of me on the bridge! No turn signal either! Seriously, I don't know where the fuck you're from, but 'round here you better learn your manners!" he said, although he was misplacing his, as his eyes lingered on her body. Her sexy, slim form, exposed by the downpour of rain around them.

Tommy's own shirt clung to him, the dirt and grime from the job running down his skin. He pulled the shirt off his skin, and it only clamped right back to him, so he peeled it off. He looked at the drenched brunette again; her red bra under that white shirt reminding him of wet-tee-shirt contests the college bar in town would occasionally have. But the look on her face dashed that fantasy in a heartbeat.

The flash of lightning and crack of thunder, very close, caused them both to jump a bit.

"We can't stay out here in this," Tommy said, his eyes locked with hers now.

 

[Chessie]

"You're breaking my heart." Francine deadpanned as she leaned on the car hood. Frustration coursing through her like molten liquid in her veins. She didn't have time for this. Or the capacity to handle any of it. She looked down at her feet, trying to tune out his rant as she watched the rain splatter bits of mud onto her feet. Her mind running through her options. She was definitely not making that meeting tonight. She'd be better off finding a hotel, and starting fresh in the morning. A car accidnet had to be a fair excuse wasn't it?

Her thoughts were cut short by his next words. Her eyes flashing up angrily to his as he regarded her. His shirt clinging to him as the rain soaked him. His eyes crystal clear through the dirt being washed away from his features. Her breath hitched as she glared at him.

"You don't know anything about me." She seethed, licking her lips as rain ran down her face and across her lips. Rivulets running down her collar bone, and into her already soaked cleavage. Her chest heaving angrily as she stood up.

As more thunder rippled overhead, the rain seemed to assualt them even heavier. Perhaps it was all the bad news she'd been dealing with lately. Maybe it was the fact that she was so far from home. The reckless abandon of the whole situation at hand. Whatever it was, Francine couldn't resist the sudden shift in mood. Her head tilted up as the rain drove down over her. Her hair slicked to her head. Her shirt useless now as a cover up. Her pale skin, soaked and slippery, after the long hot drive. Her arms as if of their own volition rose up as she laughed dryly at it all. Of course. Where else would she be?

When he suggested that they couldn't stay out in this, the words melted her anger completley. The laughter coming as she brought her eyes back to his. Wondering if he saw the joke, or just thought she'd gone entirely mad. Where else could she be? Why would she want to be? She was soaked now. The sensation not entirely unpleasant. Infact, it was almost rather liberating. A situtation so unbelievably beyond her control, Francine was almost giddy.

"Why? You scared of a little bit of rain?"

 

[StFornicate]

Her laughter in response to his concern struck him as a bit odd at first, but there was something about it that was just plain infectious. He smirked, smiled; and laughed as well. Where the hell could they go, anyway? Sit in his truck? In her car? They were already soaked through and through. He threw his drenched tee-shirt over his shoulder as the rain fell on them both.

Her breasts, moments before heaving in anger, now jiggled just so slightly from her laughter. "No, I'm not scared of a little rain," he said, stepping towards her, within arm's reach now. "I've been stuck out in worse," he said, a chuckle escaping his throat. He spread his arms wide, and looked up to the sky. He opened his mouth, let the rain inside him. Eyes closed, he took a deep breath. Nothing much they could do at this point, anyway, right? Nothing could be done about the accident. In this weather, it would be a while before AAA could show up to haul her car back up to the road.

He turned himself around in the rain; it was cleansing, in a way, washing his day of work and stress away. When was the last time he'd done anything like this? He had no idea. He couldn't remember.

It felt damn good though.

When he opened his eyes, he was looking at her in a new light. A mischievous glint in his eye as he took her in. Slender, curvy in all the right ways. Beautiful face, in spite of the rain streaking what little make-up she wore. More than ample breasts, outlined in red and on apparent display. He felt a rush of blood to his loins as he regarded her.

He took a step closer to her, and smirked in a damned charming manner.

"You're all wet," he said, matter-of-factly.

 

[Chessie]

He stepped closer to her, his look changing as he regarded her. As close as he was she could smell him. His cologne, mixed with sweat, and the musky smell of a rain soaked body. As his arms reached up, to slide the shirt over his head, Francine couldn't resist watching the action with intrigue. His broad chest rippling. The muscles working as his arms lifted to the sky above. Her teeth caught her lip as he turned his back to her, tilting his head to the sky.

Scooting herself back onto the car hood, she planted one bare foot on the bumper as she regarded him, trying to gauge the shift in his mood. Was he angry? Enraged? Continue to rant and name call? She took a breath, trying to push away the admiration of the display in front of her. This was not the time, nor the place.

But the look he gave her when he turned back caught her off guard. A glint in his eye, that she couldn't quite put her finger on. It almost suggested something. His words held the same rather surprising suggestion. Francine chewed on the lip caught in her teeth. Considering his words. And her own.

Again, the feeling came over her. Liberated. Bold. To be damned with convention. She'd barreled down this embankment, narrowly missing a tree. This night could have ended very differently than it was playing out now.

And how exactly was that playing out, anyway?

Playfully raising her eyebrow at him, she captured the hem of her shirt in her fingers. Thinking for a moment as she watched him. Was she really going to do this?

"I am?" She questioned. Looking down a moment she made a curious note of the bra showing though the soaked fibers. "Hmm.." she pondered, taking in both breasts. "Yes, I guess that I am." Looking back up to him, she raised her hands up over her head, pulling the soaked garment with them. More water running down her arms as it wrung out of the shirt in her fingers. As her head pulled free, she locked her eyes on his. Unsure, yet emboldened in the exact same moment.

"There. Is that better?"

 

[StFornicate]

"Very much," Tommy replied, his eyes taking her in. He had stood there and watched her unexpected display, peeling the wet shirt off her body, wringing it out uselessly in the rain. The wetness and the thin fabric had left little to the imagination, to be sure. But now, the shirt was tossed aside, and she was standing there in just her bright red bra and tiny shorts...

She was definitely a site for sore eyes. And were his eyes ever sore! The nature of his line of work meant that he was around a lot of guys, and it was a testosterone-filled environment; the girls at the bars had long since bored him to tears.

This woman was quite different. Her blatant display of sexuality before him was radically different than the drunk girls who would randomly flash their tits at the bar. This entire situation was just so surreal...

He had half a mind to press her against the hood of her car and kiss her deeply. The blood rushing to his loins was telling him to do exactly that. But, hell, he didn't even know her name! Or anything about her at all! He would probably get smacked for it, and deservedly so.

He stepped forward and did it anyway. It was like his body was outside of his own control. Looking at her, he felt compelled to move towards her. His hands found her hips naturally, easily pulling her small frame against his. He leaned down, and his lips found hers...

 

[Chessie]

Never in her life had she'd done something so brash. So uncalculated, and stupid. For a small moment, Francine's eyes had closed. As the rain washed over her. Warm and inviting. Almost making her ticklish as the water pounded at flesh so rarely exposed to the elements. But it wasn't ticklish. It was something quite else. And every inch of her wanted more. Her head tilted to the sky, she brought her eyes back to him in that questioning moment.

Never, had she ever felt this abandon. This free.

The look on his face only drove her nerve higher. Banished that small sense of self shrieking in horror inside her head. "Stop it! Put your shirt back on! Get in the car, and lock the door!" Someone else was calling her too. A more urging voice. Deep and wicked. That's right, show him what your made of. Fuck the car. Fuck the rain. Damn it.. fuck him!

The thunder was determined to insert itself, the storm showing no sign of relenting. Perhaps that was part of all this mindset, she absently wondered as she watched him. The strange way the shadows played in the trees around them. The sound of the traffic so close; people just rushing past, only a few yards away. And here she was, practically topless craving something she hardly could believe she was thinking.

He took another step forward, that look still in his eye. If she was about to change her mind, to listen to the voice of reason who was being muffled by the liberation she felt, she would have to take action now. She knew this. Knew she should. But instead she reached for him. Acting without thought. Banishing logic and reason as his lips came crashing into hers. As the first taste of salt and need crossed her lips, she knew she couldn't turn back. Leaning back on her little car's hood as his weight came over her. His tongue in her mouth, her hands clutching and pulling as she gulped for air. It was as if something beyond her snapped. A driving need for this spurred her forward as she explored his mouth with her own. Drinking him in as she pulled him down to her. The sound of the thunder roaring in her ears, driving the voice of reason from her conscious.

Her hands explored him as her mouth ground into his. Over his shoulders, his hot skin slippery and inviting with the rain's driving force. Down his back and pulling him again closer to her. Gasping in need as she turned her head. Feeling his breath on her neck as the rain pelted them. Tilting her head back at the sensation of his mouth on her skin. Shuddering at what was happening, and what she wanted so badly to continue. Her eyes closed she welcomed it. A complete stranger hungrily devouring her. Her insides licking in quivering heat. Her mind completely blank to a time she ever wanted, needed something this badly in her entire life.

 

[StFornicate]

As his mouth descended on her neck, his mind was lost in a delerium of emotions rushing through him. His body craved this, needed this woman in his arms. Her hands on his hot skin, the rain coming down on them. His teeth scratched along her neck, the taut skin delicious as he tasted her sweat mingled with rainwater. His loins throbbed in need as her body, soft yet tone, pressed against him.

What was this moment? A dream? Who was this woman? An angel? He had no idea. All he really knew at this moment was that she was here in his arms and that her body just felt so right against his!

He suckled her skin under his lips, his hands firm on her body, exploring aggressively as he pressed her against the hood of the Honda. Groping at her butt and her chest, squeezing her luscious, firm globes over the drenched bra. Within moments he was tugging at the clasp behind her, and unfastened it, and tore the little wet garment from her body. His lips found hers again and he pulled her in against him, the feel of her wet tits, slippery skin against his, overwhelming his sense of place and time and decency and...

His manhood was rock solid in his dirty jeans, and from the heated way she returned his kiss, he could tell she was just as aroused. Good God, but he didn't even know her name! He grabbed her butt once more and ground himself into her, lost in the moment.

 

[Chessie]

As she felt his teeth on her neck, something in her came undone. Her already arched back raised further into him. Her face tilted up to the rain as her open mouth allowed to torrential downpour to pour into her mouth and over her exposed skin. Her gasps could barely be heard over the noise of the rain and thunder around them.

Only as his mouth came close to her ears, did she hear his ragged breath. Only spurring her forward. Her hands clawed at his wasteband, struggling to find a buckle or button. She wanted him. Now.. no matter that this was absurdly insane. That she had no idea who he was. None of that mattered. All that her brain focused on, was the heat she was feeling. A need that was growing so intense, she felt crushed by its weight.

As he tore away her bra, the brief moment of the rain teasing her nipples was excruciatingly and wickedly delicious. She hardly recognised herself as his mouth came crashing into hers again. She drank him in desperately. Her exposed nipples rubbing against his bare and rain soaked skin hotly.

A groan escaped, she had no ability at words. Her pent up anger flickered her passion as her hands once again found his waist, tearing at the band as she felt him grind up against her. Rock hard and so wickedly inviting. She wanted that. Wanted him. Right now.. right here. Her mind was blown in the inapproprateness of it all. Driving her forward even more. Tempting her and making her all the more hot and needy. This was so wrong. So unlike her!

She gasped pulling herself from his lips, looking down to her own restraints of clothing. Her hands left his own waistband as her thumbs hooked into her own, pulling down to reveal the periwinkle blue lace, turning dark as the rain soaked the material. A disconnected thought of how she'd lucked out on the undergarment choice. Little matter as she wanted it gone immediately.

Her body slipped on the wet car hood, sliding hard into his jean clad but well known insistance. The jolt causing her breasts to raise upwards, the nipples taught with exposure and desire. Her thumbs hooked in her jeans, pulling them down further to feel his bulge through her now soaked and useless panties. Her tongue found her lips, as she gasped depersately, imploring his eyes.