Bonnie and Clyde and Clyde (closed)

[LoriDean12345]

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Bonnie and Clyde and Clyde

(closed)


Bonnie Davis
35 years old
36DD-24-34
Bleached blond; deep brown eyes
(For the purpose of the introduction, imagine that the shirt is tied in a knot across her lower rib cage, boosting her breasts.)


Steam rolled out from under the hood of the classic '69 Camaro. Bonnie just stood there, on the shoulder of the road, watching the cloud of vapor rise into the air and dissipate. She knew what the problem was: blown hose. She also knew she didn't have the tools nor time to fix it. She needed to get off the road before some local yokel Deputy-type happened across her and, doing his due diligence, ran her ID.

Bonnie scanned the horizon for help and realized she just very may have to take a walk. She was in the middle of the Nevadan desert, thirty or forty or for as much as it mattered a thousand miles from the nearest garage or gas station. The massive fuel tanks of an oil refinery surrounded her in almost every direction. Her decision to get out of the view of the highway by pulling down a country road, then the refinery's access road, was coming back to haunt her.

Then, Bonnie caught sight of a rising, billowing line of road dust trailing behind a distant vehicle. She soon realized that it was an old pickup truck. It was traveling at break-neck speed down a dirt road that crossed the access road on which Bonnie was parked. She was beginning to feel her luck had changed. But the truck didn't slow as it approached the intersection some 200 yards away. Instead, it shot right through the crossing and disappeared a few seconds later behind a scraggly hedgerow paralleling the road.

"Fuuuuuck," she murmured to herself. She checked the road behind her, scanned the tank farms for signs of vehicles or men, then looked back to the dirt road. Nothing. Again, fuuuck. Then, she smiled, thinking to herself, Now we're talking.

The pickup truck had ceased its flight down the dirt road and backed to the intersection. Even at this distance as the brown cloud thinned, Bonnie could see the faces of two men looking her way through the driver's side window. She stepped out from before the Camaro's front end to ensure that they got a better look at her, smiled, then gave them a cute little wave.

It only took a few seconds before the pickup truck's back wheels were again spitting dust into the Nevadan sky. The vehicle's back end spun around in the intersection, and the truck headed her way. It slowed as it neared, reducing the cloud it brought with it. Bonnie smiled -- feeling simultaneously relieved and victorious -- as the faces of the two young men leaning forward in their seats left little doubt that their attention was firmly on Bonnie's dramatically curved body.

"Hey, boys," she said with a flirty tone as the truck stopped such that both could again see her through the driver's side window. "Don't suppose I can catch a ride with you?"

 

[ManInTheLoft]

(OOC: Using your picture -- here -- Rick, 20, is on our right and Tyler, 18, is on our left.)


"Whoa-whoa-whoa-WHOAAAA!"

"What the fuck?" Rick responded as his brother seemed to be going nuts. As Tyler practically crawled over him from the passenger seat of the pickup to stick his head out the driver's side window, Rick grasped the steering wheel tighter and stiffened his arms in an effort not to leave the dusty old gravel road. "You're gonna get us killed!

"Did you SEE that?" Tyler continued as he moved from almost in his brother's lap to look out the truck's back window. He repeated with excitement, "Did you see that, holy FUCK!" Stop! You gotta go back. Back to the intersection!"

By now Rick had slowed considerably and was now bringing his old work truck to a stop. He kicked it into reverse, but the thick cloud of brown-gray dust they'd been kicking up for the last half dozen miles had swallowed them up. He waited until he could define the road behind him, then hit the gas pedal. He slid the vehicle to a stop at the crossroads.

He was about to ask what his brother was going so nuts about when he saw her. The woman was almost 200 yards away, yet even at this distance he already knew he had to see that body up closer.

"Whaddid I tell ya, bro'?" Tyler was asking, again practically atop his brother as he got close to the driver's side window. "Whaddid I tell ya?"

"Well, you didn't tell me anything … bro … 'cept to stop and go back," Rick said mockingly. "But … if you had told me more, you probably would have told me that a pair of tits you can see two football fields away are a pair of tits worth seeing up close and personal."

"We gonna help her?" Tyler asked excitedly. "Hood's up. We're gonna help her, right? Aren't we?"

Rick laughed at his little brother, even as he was putting the truck back into Forward and turning the wheel. Despite a local overabundance of country girls willing to take their clothes off for even the most average of guys -- which neither of the Hanson boys were -- Tyler had managed to reach his recent 18th birthday without every having put his dick inside one of said eager temptresses. Oh, it wasn't as if Tyler hadn't tried. But, something had prevented the act -- acts, as their had been at least 4 close calls -- from coming to fruition.

Rick felt a bit sorry for his little brother sometimes. Rick himself had been with three young women by 18 and another 3 in the two years that had followed. He was currently dating a cute little thing named Carla O'Conner while also sneaking over the county line a couple of times a month to bed a waitress he'd met while delivering a truck load of grass seed.

As they neared the broken down classic muscle car, Rick glanced right to find his brother sitting higher in the seat, gawking. He said with humor, "If you ever hope to get that tongue of yours on some woman's pussy, you better learn to keep it inside your mouth as you're staring at them."

Tyler closed his gaping mouth as his face exploded in a blush. As they pulled up before the woman, Tyler murmured to his brother, "Oh my fucking God, do you see this?"

"Hey, how ya doin'?" Rick asked as the pickup came to a stop.

She responded, "Hey, boys."

Behind his dark sunglasses, he was ogling the woman's incredible body as was his brother. "Overheated?"

Rick listened to her response, adding, "We always carry a big can of water. Get's hot out here."

Behind him, Tyler couldn't help but chuckled, whispering, "Very hot."

Rick inconspicuously slapped a hand against his brother's belly. He told the woman, "But, if you blew a hose, you're kinda screwed out here."

She asked, "Don't suppose I can catch a ride with you?"

"Yes!" Tyler answered before Rick could even contemplate an answer. "Where ever you need to go, ma'am."

Rick smiled and lightly shook his head at his little brother's excitement. He confirmed, "Sure, wherever you need to go. Nearest garage where you're gonna get a new hose is in Hanson, twenty miles from here. But … we could get tape at our place couple of miles away … patch it up. Won't last forever … but it'll get you to a bigger town … get a real replacement hose."

 

[LoriDean12345]

In response to her question about getting a ride, the young man in the passenger seat eagerly called to her, "Yes!"

Bonnie couldn't help but smile at the man's enthusiasm. Despite the sunglasses, Bonnie knew where his gaze had settled. And it wasn't on her face. Bonnie was used to men ogling her generous bosom. Had been even since before her age reached double digits. Bonnie had been in a B-cup before most of her female classmates had bought their first training bra. By her Freshman year, she was straining her D-cup and still wasn't done blowing up. Thankfully, because of the physical ailments that often accompanied massive mams, the growth had ceased at Double D.

The young man pushing forward from the passenger seat for a better look continued, "Where ever you need to go, ma'am."

The one hanging out the driver's side window smiled. He, too, was wearing sunglasses, but Bonnie knew he, too, was checking her womanly features. He confirmed, "Sure, wherever you need to go."

He explained Bonnie's options. She contemplated a moment, her gaze shifting between the two young men. "I'm Bonnie. What're your names?"

She stepped closer to the driver's door as they responded. Reaching out, she removed the sunglasses from the nearest man, donning them herself. She smiled to each of them, then told the nearest, "I could use a bath. Been on the road a while. You all live around here?"

 

[ManInTheLoft]

"I'm Tyler!" the younger brother called out quickly. Pointing, he continued, "This is my brother Rick."

"Nice to meet you," the older brother said as Bonnie stepped closer. He flinched with uncertainly as the Bonnie reached out toward him, then felt his sunglasses being slipped from his face. He squinted and grimaced a bit at the bright sun, and after his eyes had adjusted enough to focus on Bonnie, he said with humor, "They look good on you … though, I would imagine anything would."

At the Bonnie's suggestion about needing to take a shower -- at their house! -- Tyler's already hard cock practically leaped within his tight fitting jockeys and jeans. Out of the woman's view, he back slapped his brother's thigh, growling in a whisper, "It'll wait, Rick. It … will … wait."

The two had been on their way to their uncle's house some 30 miles from here to pick up some parts for a bulldozer, and while they needed to keep with their work, all Tyler wanted to do right now was stay close to this goddess. Rick looked to his brother with an expression Tyler often saw just before he was to be disappointed. As his brother's eyes widened and his jaw clenched, Rick only laughed.

"Sure, we're just up the road a mile or so," Rick said when he'd looked back to Bonnie. "Probably get you something cold to drink, too. Lunch if you're hungry."

They finished their conversation and Rick slid out of the driver's side door. Bonnie retrieved what she needed from the dead car and slipped into the middle of the bench seat. Rick got back inside and looked to his brother … who was going nuts! He was talking a hundred miles an hour about anything and everything: how lucky Bonnie had been that they'd happened by, how hot it could get out here this time of the year, how beautiful her car was, how they had a couple of dogs that were loud shit pile makers but friendly … everything.

"Jesus," Rick murmured to himself as he turned the truck around and headed them off. When Bonnie glanced to him -- still wearing his sunglasses -- Rick laughed and told her, "He's not usually like this."

Tyler heard his brother's comment and -- realizing he was acting the fool -- settled down a bit. He couldn't keep his gaze from repeatedly settling on Bonnie's delicious body, though. He had a clear and near view down her top at those beautiful tits, and crotch of her Daisy Duke cutoffs pulled so tightly up into her groin that he was certain they were forming to the shape of her lips. He tried to keep his ogles to when she was looking at him, too, but he failed a couple of times during the short, less than two minute ride.

They pulled up to an old, one story house sitting in the middle of a ten acre plot of land. Tyler quickly jumped out the passenger side and offered a hand to Bonnie. He was once again yammering away, about their truck driving father who wouldn't be back for a couple of days at least, about their mother who had died of cancer when they were young, about how the brothers raised a dozen head of cattle and repaired equipment for a living.

After glancing nervously at his brother, Tyler added in a soft whisper, "And we sell a little weed, too--"

"Tyler," Rick cut in, giving him a soft shake of the head. When Bonnie looked to him, the older brother clarified in case it became necessary, "For personal use … not sale … just, for the record."

The interior of the house look like that of a pair of young bachelors. It was relatively clean -- no nasty smells and such -- but it was cluttered with scattered beer cans and clothes dropped wherever … and such. Tyler was again rambling on with Bonnie, his gaze still often dropping to her chest, buttocks, or long legs.

"Bathroom's in there," Rick told Bonnie as he physically walked between her and his brother to end the constant flow of words from the younger man. "Clean towel in the shelf. There's a box of girly soaps and stuff on the shelf, too. Cousin of ours stayed a while back … left some things behind."

"You need anything else?" Tyler asked, fighting for a place in the conversation. "Cold pop … beer … we got beer."

He rambled on about some of the food and leftovers they had, finally cut off by Rick who sent him off to get that for which Bonnie settled. He headed for the kitchen, feeling as though he'd been sent to the corner.

"You have to excuse my brother, Bonnie," Rick apologized. Trying to sound the more mature man -- despite being barely more than half the woman's age -- he continued, "It's not often he gets to spend time with a woman such as yourself."

Not hiding it, Rick let his gaze fall, to Bonnie's bosom, then farther, then back up to her deep brown eyes. He smiled flirtatiously, saying, "Enjoy your shower … and, just knock on the wall if you need anything else."

He backed up a step to indicate that she was free to head into the bathroom.