Driving Miss Cally (Ariosto and Why)

[Why]

Driving Miss Cally.

By Ariosto and Why… hope you enjoy…

Sarah Fisher

Sarah sighed and placed her lap top bag down, leaning it against her suit case; of course it didn’t want to do that and slowly toppled against her leg. She was hot and tired; aircraft were for her a mini hell, even flying club class she had been subjected to boredom on the grand scale.

“Must be your age,” her inner demon/fears chuckled

She wasn’t old, being born in the fifties doesn’t make you old, she thought. Ok, you are a forty something, not as good as a thirty something and no where near a twenty something. On second thoughts Sarah mused, wouldn’t like to be twenty something again, save in the body department. Being that young and knowing nothing is a bloody pain in the neck, being forty something and still not knowing everything is bad enough. And Sarah knew she didn’t know much about the good ole US of A.

All her travelling had been in Europe, Africa and even down under with the relations out in the bush. But the states were really off the map for her, sort of only seen it in the movies territory.

The young man behind the counter smiled one of those fixed Disney smiles as he filled in the form and swiped her card. He rattled off, dos and don’ts, which went completely over Sarah’s head and left her thinking, all I want is a car that works, please.

“You are well out of your depth woman,” her inner demon was really on the attack now. “Look all you have to do is go back into that place labelled JFK Airport, New York, New York, so good they named it twice,” Sarah winced, why did she have to have inner fears that actually burst into song. “As I was saying, turn round, get a flight straight to LA, bury yourself in a hotel for a few weeks, then go home where you belong. Why are you doing this?

Why was she? Sarah sighed again as the door behind her opened to allow another customer in, she didn’t take much notice save to note it was male. Yes I do still notice that, male, female, son, son’s girlfriend. That was one of the reasons; having a son in their twenties with a girlfriend who keep’s going on about her biological clock ticking. What did that make her’s? Fallen off the wall and lost its battery?

The young man placed the form in front of Sarah for her to sign. She picked up the pen and out of habit went to chew the end. The young man’s smile faded somewhat. Sarah for a moment wished Robert was here, he would nudge her and try to make her laugh at her own crazy habit. Even after five years she still half expected him to walk through the door. Bloody stupid really, she supposed this is also about letting him go as well. Cancer had no respect, it didn’t look at Robert and say, this chap is a good’un, got a fairly good life, a son and still batting at the same marriage after 20 years, leave him alone. Nope Cancer had no respect.

“Just need to check a few more things,” The young man turned the form and stared hard at Sarah’s signature.

“Huh?” Sarah replied and ran a hand through her short brown, grey-streaked hair. She was renting the car, not buying it and it seemed she was not the only one having trouble. The busty blonde serving the gentleman who had walked in, was using her chest like an armour plated battering ram, thrusting it forward to punctuate her words.

Sort of thing Cally would do, Sarah smiled widely at the thought The young man before her coughed and sort of shuffled back Oh God, did he think?

Well, you are one slightly grey, mid forties, five feet, five of a English woman, whose body is holding tight to a size 16, what’s that US a 14 as if it’s life depended on it, and with boobs pointing south. Another reason why you shouldn’t be here” Oh, the fears were really on a roll now and beginning to make her head hurt.

The young car rental man finished his checking with a flourish, not so his busty companion. she was getting her second wind and moving in for the kill by the look of it. Aggressive female, like Cally, correction Cally wasn’t that bad, Sarah thought.

She rounded on her inner demon, grabbing her fears by the scruff of the neck and pounding the fact into them that this trip was also about business. A few years ago a small film company had brought the rights to one of her more racer historical fictions, Sarah reminded the inner demon. The sum of money hadn’t been that large, but it had been useful. Now it had actually been made into a film and her agent told her the “buzz” about it was good. So she was expected to be “out” there for the premiere. Her agent has also told her that she could make use of it in another field she wrote in. Novels don’t really pay the bills, not everyone is a J. K, Rowling.

So since her son was little Sarah had pounded out a column for a magazine, not your home and gardens type, but your upmarket glossy men’s top shelf type. The sort that had air brushed pictures of sports cars in between the air brushed ones of young woman with legs up to their necks. The Adventures of Cally, which of late, her editor had commented had grown a little stale. So… travel across the US, see somethings she hadn’t seen before, write a few of Cally’s adventures and email them back, go to this premiere and see if the biological clock are really stopped.

“And here are your keys…” The young man finally said, knocking Sarah out of her inner mental argument.

“What make and colour was it again,” Sarah asked.

 

[ariosto]

At the Airport

Lucas Wade Tibideaux...a man on the run.


"Surely you must be mistaken Miss Lawrence."

Eunice Lawrence popped her gum and looked hard at the weathered face before her. Looks a bit like my father...
she thought, Too bad he's a dead beat.

"No, I'm not...American Express wont take it, Master card wont take it, Visa wont take it and WE wont take this."
She tossed him back his Banco Supremo de Tegucigalpa Gold Debit card as if it were a sheet of used toilet paper.
"Cash Mister Tibiducks, will require a five hundred dollar deposit and..."

He held up his hand, flashed a smile that would have melted her heart a decade ago and sighed inwardly...
"Tibidough Ma'am, it's pronounced tibi...dough, and I thank you for your time."
He slipped the bogus card back into his very thin wallet and turned away.
"Fucking goddam bitch...", he muttered.

"I'm sorry were you speaking to me?"

Tibideaux looked up, down rather (he was well over six feet tall)at a well put together woman of median years.
She was it would seem from the Motherland.

"Why no ma'am, I wasn't, but maybe I should have been."
Oh yes lay on the southern charm...
"Have you just come in from abroad?"

Within a few moments he'd talked Sarah Fisher into a dark, cool airport lounge where he insisted on buying her a drink to celebrate her arrival in the states before she picked up the car at the Avis lot.
With a drive of indeterminate length and complexity looming before her the thought of a warming toddy and a last friendly face seemed welcome before launching into the great unknown.

"What a coincidence!"
Lucas beamed at her over his gin and tonic.
"I'm heading to Los Angeles myself..."
He studied her weighing his next move. There wasn't much time to pussyfoot around...go for broke.

"I hate to fly and took a taxi here from my home in Queens, it's nearby you see, to pick up a car..but they had already released it to someone else, the idiots and now I'll have to wait till tomorrow to leave."
He looked truly crestfallen.

She seemed confused,
"Why not rent another? Surly they have more?"

He blushed, another handy skill, "I ahhh... am quite superstious when it comes to taking trips Miss Fisher...may I call you Sarah?"
She nodded.
" You see I'll only travel in a...(he hoped he'd remembered the answer to her question in the rental office correctly)
...in a red dodge minivan."

Sarah's face lit up.
He was 'in'.

 

[Why]

Taking a gamble.

"No you don’t, the flight has scrambled your brains" Sarah’s inner demon/fears began to roar.

“Shut up,” she mentally hissed back, “he doesn’t look like a villain.”

"Oh please, take off those glasses and lose the “gone with the wind accent” and bam… that’s where your credit cards will be, gone” The inner fears slapped it metaphorical forehead in exasperation.

“Shut up…” Sarah retorted again and turned her glass in her hands, then realized she had spoken out loud and cringed.

“Pardon?” Lucas’s asked, his face looking a little concerned.

“Oh sorry, nothing, just mulling things over. Look the rental company has hired me one of those people carriers, oh sorry you called it a “minivan”. Why I can’t imagine, just me… anyway.” God I am rambling Sarah thought. “What I am trying to say, if you want to join me. A purely business arrangement that is, both sharing the cost of petrol etc… then? ”

“Why, dear Lady.” Lucas answered.

“It was just a thought, I mean, “ Sarah found the words drying up her mouth as she watched Lucas take another sip of his drink. It was crazy, silly really. It was jet lag had to be, she was five hours behind.

"you are not kidding, you do have the number to ring when your cards get lifted haven’t you?"

“Leave her alone…” The silky tones Sarah always imagined her creation Cally would use sounded deep inside Sarah’s head “We are here to have fun….”

Are we? Sarah thought adding out loud “The offer is there Mr Tibideaux, if you are interested, but I am in no rush. I want to see a few things on the way.”

 

[ariosto]

Woodstock mon amour


"Why that's perfect!"
Luke beamed at her...(he'd said to call him Luke, in fact, he'd gone on, his real name wasn't even Lucas it was Lucius! Imagine that...old family name and all....)

So Luke beamed at her and continued,
"I hate to be in a rush, there's so much to see in the states. Why a cross country trip can be a real adventure!
Something to remember.
Have you ever seen the Grand Canyon? Miami Beach? the Mardi Gras?, Graceland?, The Alamo, the Windy City, The Grand Canyon?, The...."
She held up her hand. "Please Mister Tibideaux...errr, Luke. I havn't even seen New York!"

A slight frown crossed his face...she thought he looked rather like a cowboy, so tanned and weathered or maybe it was that name, Luke. Wasn't there a Luke in every american western she'd ever seen.

" I can show you around New York if you like, but it's really just another big city like London or Paris. The REAL America is beyond!
Amber waves of grain, Rocky Mountain High, California Dreaming and all that..."

"Well, I think I would like to see some cowboys. Some real ones."
She took a ladylike sip of her drink.
"Can we Luke?"

He stood up from his seat, trying to look like Jimmy stewart,
"Why Ma'am, I recken we shore can. We'll just hitch up that ol
minivan and head into the settin sun."


*************************************************

And that's what they did.
After backing into a no parking sign and grazing the Avis attendent's foot close enough to make him howl and with forty miles of urban jungle to pass though before they even saw the setting sun, Sarah surrendered the wheel to Luke Tibideaux and did her best to relax.
Which was impossible to do as he wound his way through the dung deep traffic of New Yorks burroughs at five PM. Queens, the Bronx...no it wasn't just like London or Paris... Yonkers, White Plains...
Just as she began to wonder if the Urban Sprawl would never end, they crossed the mighty Hudson over the Tappen Zee Bridge and caught 87 north.
After some indecisive trip planning while they waited, lodged in the cities quagmire of cars and trucks, they'd tentatively decided on Niagara Falls as their first target.
She'd only seen pictures of it.
Luke had honeymooned wife#2 there...a real disaster, though he didnt tell her that.
"That will be terrific..an awesome place. It's all youve read about and more!"
*fucking tourist trap*

It was getting dark when he became aware that they were being followed.
He began to sweat, she didn't notice...

"Woah! What are we doing?"
Tibideaux had jerked the car off the interstate and crossed back under it to head west on route28, taking what Sarah considered unneccesary liberties with New York's well posted speed limit.
Ahead of them, back lit by the setting sun, were the dark humps and ridges of what looked like a formidable mountain range.

"I just thought...there's something you have to see...we wont make the Falls tonight anyway...so we can...."
He was rambling and the road was beginning to twist and turn.

"Where are we?"
There was an anxious edge to her voice.
She was looking at the road atlas in consternation.

"Catskills...wonderful place...an artists retreat...it will be beautiful in the morning." He glanced in the rearview...nothing. He began to relax.

"The morning?...We're going to stay here tonight?"
The hills had closed in around them, shadowy dark and claustrophobic.

"Yes Woodstock. A fine town...an art colony."
He was doing some fast calculating. He had enough for one nights lodgings, he hoped!
He had 24 hours to talk his way into her pocketbook and her bed.

"Oh! Woodstock!...I remember they made a movie. Did you see it Luke?"
*See it! ...Christ lady I was there!*

"Errr...no. Was it any good?"

 

[Why]

“Cowboysss.” The Cally voice in Sarah’s mind lisped making the inner demon/fears cringe and hiss at Sarah to keep an eye on her handbag and commented that she should really be driving then she would have at least some control.

“You can’t entertain yourself and him while you are driving... go on it would be fun. First put you hand on his..” Cally giggled and started to instruct her creator.

Not bloody likely…” the inner fears bellowed. We have already hit a no parking sign and crushed a dozen toes.

Sarah shushed them both and stared out of the window at. God it was like being back inside the ring of hell, the M25 round London. Sarah wasn’t much for cities. Nice places to visit. Hell to live in Robert used to say.

Niagara Falls. Sarah liked the sound of that. That scene in the Superman II film always stuck in her mind. It was one of her son’s favourite movies he almost wore the video out, along with the Postman Pat ones.

The sudden jerk of the car off the motorway jolted Sarah out of her day dreams.

"Woah! What are we doing?" She almost yelled and struggled with the map as it began to slip off her knee. Luke was going rather too fast. Sarah glanced round, she would rather not face policemen, armed policemen on her first night in the US.

Rather not at all the fears blabbered.

“They might be sooooo cute… “ Cally murmured and blew the fears a mental kiss.

Sarah swore under her breath, it must be the jet lag getting worse.

She peered ahead of them at the dark humps and ridges of what looked like a formidable mountain range, kissed by the setting sun. It did look rather nice, rather Welsh but different.

"I just thought...there's something you have to see...we won’t make the Falls tonight anyway...so we can...." “ Luke mumbled as the car twisted on its way.

"Where are we?" Sarah asked getting a little edgy…

As the inner fears muttered “told you so…”

"Catskills...wonderful place...an artists retreat...it will be beautiful in the morning."

"The morning?...We're going to stay here tonight?" Sarah spluttered. Cally deep inside gave a wolf whistle.

The hills had closed in around them. Sarah began to remember all those Stephen King books she had read.

"Yes Woodstock. A fine town...an art colony."

Woodstock! The word brought back tonnes of memories for Sarah; she had spent August 1970 on the Isle of Wright at one of the largest festivals of the time in the UK, listening to Joan Baez, The Doors, Emerson Lake and Palmer, Free, Hawkwind, The who and who could forget Jimi Hendrix. She was tempted to say something, but it came out. "Oh! Woodstock! I remember they made a movie. Did you see it Luke?"

"Errr...no. Was it any good?"

Sarah sighed and watched the edge of a small town slip by. Then the car stopped.

They were out side what looked like a small motel. But the sign was sort of lopsided and the place seemed dimly lit.

“Oh whooppeee” Cally giggled in her mind “Bet they rent the rooms by the hour here!”

“Are we stopping here?” Sarah asked.

 

[ariosto]

MISTY MORNINGS
BREAD AND BREAKFAST

....wasn't the best motel or inn in the village of Woodstock, nor the worst. That would go to the new Super Six Motel, whose
blue neon sign far ahead looked like a sliver of frost from a graveyard.
No, on a scale of one to ten, The Misty was a solid three, or maybe two and a half.
But...a big but, it looked like the kind of place Luke could afford.
He got out of the car and kept his fingers crossed.

"Are you sure this is a good place to stay?...I mean it looks a bit...drab."
Sarah, looked out the window at the peeling paint, the dark forbidding porch...
"Why are your fingers crossed?"

"Oh that!, thats just a hope of mine that your first night in America will be a comfortable one."
He gestured at the cheerless house before them.
"As for 'The Misty", why it's highly recommended in Frommers."
He leaned down to the minivan's window.
"You do have a Frommers don't you?"

"Ahhh...no. No I don't."

*Thank GOD!*
"Well it is. Rated number one in economy to mid price range, come on let's go in."

The desk clerk was either from Punjab or Bangladesh and seemed a decent sort. Seemed grateful in fact for the company.
Every season was off season for 'The Mysty'.
Rooms One and Two, were on the second floor and shared a bath with acess from each bedroom and a porch that gave a splendid view of tangled dense trees that rose in a black twisting wall a few feet away and almost suceeded in blotting out a lovely starfilled sky.
In the dark the rooms were pleasent enough and who afterall needed much in the way of light.
Sarah unfortunately did.

It took about an hour to clear the room of bats and guano, during which she sat in the lobby watching reruns of Saturday Night Live, sipping tea and chattering away with Mister Singh as though they'd known each other for years.

Luke had graciously agreed to take the debatted room, apologised for the inconveniance, hoped the drive had not been to stressful, promised her a lovely ride through some of the prettiest country in North America, wished her a good night's sleep, said he'd see her at breakfast and told her not to hesitate to wake him for any reason if she needed him and gave her what he hoped was a heartfelt but slightly suggestive smile, then climbed the stairs to his bedroom.

Sarah smiled, nodded and continued to jabber with the dried up, ash colored little curry eater downstairs.

He shut his door with a bit more 'english' than neccessary and collapsed on the bed.
Surely to God she wasn't attracted to that man!
Well India was in the Empire a long time, maybe they had found some common roots or something...or something.

He held his wallet up above him with a sigh and watched the contents tumble on to the bedspread.
Not very much there, half a dozen phoney IDs and credit cards, a twenty dollar bill, a five dollar bill, a one dollar bill and the picture of the girl who was dead set on killing him.
What a fucking life...

 

[Why]

Misty Balti...

“It’s a dive,” The inner demon/fears ranted. “Bats and their muck everywhere.”

Oh shush, I have had enough, Sarah mentally bellowed. The voice subsided, though Sarah did hear did hear Cally’s throaty laugh as she too settled down in the back of Sarah's brain.

The b and b was run down and empty, but Luke was being a gentleman.

“Ha…” the fears resurfaced for a second, “Paving the way to pinch you credit cards, he is a con man…..”

“Go away! " Sarah retorted and blocked them out for good, turning her attention to Mr Singh as he served her tea.

Mr Singh, began to tell Sarah of his plans for the Misty Mornings, he had bought it with the idea of turning it into a “Balti House.”

“Not many in the states you know.” He said his eyes misting.

“I expect not,” Sarah replied and sipped her tea. “I love Balti, we, my husband and I used to love going to a small place in the middle of the “Balti Run” in Birmingham.

“Oh, which one? I have family there, they are backing me, but alas I haven’t yet made much head way.” He again sighed.

“ ‘The Rose’ in Moseley.”

“I know it, my cousin twice removed runs it.” Mr Singh almost bounced in his chair and lent forward. Then in a rush, Sarah and Mr Singh compared thoughts on the various dishes presented at the ‘Rose.’ But after the excitement Mr Singh seemed to lapse into his sighing again.

“What is it?” Sarah asked as she placed her tea down.

“Oh, it is the matter of getting out of the red tape. Americans and lawyers; change of the use of the building and so much more.”

“Short of money,” Sarah ventured.

“No… time… my family.” A picture was whipped out and a large number of faces smiled out at Sarah. “My three brothers, their children, my wife and her parents, my children…. I have to prove I can support them before…” Again the sigh…

“Hmmm… I wonder….” Sarah got up and found her lap top bag. Opened it up and Yes! There is a card… “Look my late husband was a partner in a solicitors’ firm which dealt with overseas contracts, this is a friend of his in the states. Give him a ring and tell him my name.” She wrote on the back Sarah Fisher and just to prove it was her. “Cally’s creator” That wasn’t known far and wide.

Mr Singh beamed and hopped on the spot and asked “Have you and your gentleman friend eaten?”

“No..” It was Sarah's time to sigh.

“Well, you go get yourself clean up; there is hot water in those rooms. I will cook you a Balti that will knock you eyes out.”

“Mr Singh,” Sarah protested.

“Go… gooo.” He waves Sarah from the room.

Sarah trundled upstairs and fought with the shower, yes it did have hot water but it came in bursts between the icy cold. After her third curse and scream, she wondered if Luke would come bursting in and see what was happening. He didn’t

“pity…” Cally sighed. Sarah giggled in reply and pushed her clean, but slightly chilled body, into her dressing gown. This caused Cally in her head to exclaim “ Lordy why did you bring that?”

“It covers everything,” Sarah muttered out loud

“And the rest,” Cally chuckled. “Got my work cut out with you woman..”

Sarah ignored the voice and opened her lap top, fired the machine up and began to write. She had just completed the third page of what seemed total nonsense, when a knock came on the door and Mr Singh wheeled in a feast.

Aloo Chat on Puri, Shami Kebab, A mild Balti Shahi Chicken Kuma, a Lamb Rogan Josh and a Chicken Tikka Shorisha. All lay steaming in their “wok” shaped Balti bowels and with them were a pile of hot nan bread to scoop the food up with.

“I have brought some spoons as well, your American friend.” Mr Singh said and smiled as he left. As Sarah looked at the meal her stomach rumbled.

She went through the adjoining bathroom and knocked on the door, coughed and spoke. “ Luke… are you hungry? Mr Singh has brought something rather special up for us to eat.”

 

[ariosto]

He was drifting in and out of a troubled snooze when the sharp,unwelcome smell of curry brought him around.

“ Luke… are you hungry? Mr Singh has brought something rather special for us to eat.”
Sarah was standing at the bathroom door bearing a tray of steaming bowls, a bright smile on her face and looking exactly as she had when he left her to ponder his precarious finances about two hours ago.

It was nearly midnight and he was trying hard not to gag.

"What do you think? A real Balti meal...it turns out Mister Singh is quite a cook....careful now don't grab those platters are hot!"

She needn't worry.
A few years ago Luke had found himself a virtual prisoner in the house of an a supposedly upright and successful businessman from Delhi. He's been fed nothing but curry for months and months and months, he'd vowed NEVER to go near it again.

"I'm not hungry Sarah, really bad for my digestion to eat this late."

She looked crestfallen. Just then Mister Singh poked his dusky head through the door.
"I hope you like the chicken kuma, it's myspecialty."

"Oh Mister Singh, Lukas says he's not hungry at all."
Disapointment was manifest in her words. Mister Singh reacted as though he'd been slapped.

Luke remembered the state of his wallet.
"But maybe just tonight I'll try a bit. How can I resist such a....treat."


They ate together, perched on the edge of his bed. He with a fork, she with her hands.
She told him a bit about her background and why she was here in the states, background for a new novel she said. She never mentioned the notorious Calley to him and if she had she might have been surprised that her lusty creation was not unknown to the well traveled american.

By the time they'd finished, He found that the balti had not been so bad afterall. He was feeling mellow and rested, a warm glow from the curry and from the two big bottles of Taj Mahal had given him a sense of confidence and boldness that led him to make this statement as Sarah rose finaly to go to her own room;
"You know it's very rare to find such talent wrapped in such a lovely package."

She blushed.

He moved in.
"We're going to be on the road for quite a while...we could save money by sharing a room now and then...twin beds of course."
*Wouldn't do to go to far...would it?*

"But we have two rooms already Lukas."
She stood in the doorway, a strand of hair had come loose and swept across her forehead. She was still blushing and looked quite fetching all in all.
To Luke at that moment she appeared a wanton Indian Temple Goddess and he was trying to recall what he knew of the kama suptra, when she closed the door and sang out.
"I think I'll take a bath before I turn in...no peeking now!"

*Was that a giggle, that he heard?*

 

[Why]

"I think I'll take a bath before I turn in...no peeking now!" Sarah said and shut the door, but didn't turn the key.

"Why did you say that? You don't need a bath?" The inner fears/demon snorted. Sarah tried to ignore the voices and reasoned that she did need a bath her hands smelt of balti. She turned the taps on and reached for her wash bag, taking out a bottle of bubble bath and pouring the faintly green liquid into the bath. then wash just your hands the inner fears countered.


Yes she does, shut up.... I am working on something or rather we are." Cally answered.

"Slut..." The fears poked out thet mental tongue at Cally, but fell silent in Sarah's mind. Sarah gave a mental sigh of relief, turned the taps off and swished her hand in the foaming water. I am really being silly Sarah thought as she got into the bath, catching a glance of herself in the broken mirror on the wall. She didn't sit down, just stood there, watching her naked form reflected in the spider's web of cracks on the glass.

She wrinkled her nose and lifted up her left breast. "You are supposed to point up.." she commented, letting, the item she was addressing, go. It bounced slightly and Sarah laughed at the absurdity of it. She took both breasts in her hands and pushed them up, together and out, letting them go, and watching them swing... laughing again. Must be the beer she thought...

Her hands ran over her domed stomach. "Should do more sit ups" she commented knowing that she wouldn't. Sarah lifted on leg and placed her foot on the side of the bath staring down at the "great divide" as her late husband, Robert, jokingly called it.

"God! I am getting as grey down there as I am on my head." Sarah said slightly shocked and made to sit down and get this bath done with and get to bed.... Should not have had the beer... beer and balti bad combination.


Well then, shave it... then no one will see the grey, you can always say the grey on your head cost you a fortune to have streaked in." Cally said, her voice sleek with plans.

The fears began to babble about shaving rash and cuts and it being hard to walk. But the idea had taken root.

Sarah reached over and took out her razor. she looked at it, then lathered her pussy with the foam. Slowly Sarah shaved every inch, carefully rinsing the razor after each stroke.

As she worked, Sarah began to fell tingles of excitment fluttering in the base of her stomach. it was as each strip of hair she removed was removing her mental baggage, the fears were gargling and spluttering as they shrank away. Cally's mental voice on the other hand, became, not louder, but began to meld with Sarah's own.

Sarah finished, washing herself, feeling the heightened sensitivity of her mons to her own touch.

Well, how do we feel?" Cally asked.

"We... feel... nice" Sarah replied, giggling as she sat down and slipped into the foam at last.

 

[ariosto]

Up close and personal


Sarah was what Luke's mother (God rest her soul), would have called a handsome woman. Meaning not beautiful, but neatly put together and with no real flaws in her appearence.
She was a bit older than his usual type but then he was no spring chicken anymore either.
He hadn't thought of her as a desirable creature but somehow watching her carefully shaving her pussy through the keyhole had stoked his fires and he was pleased to feel a reassuring heat and hardness building between his legs.

"Good boy." he whispered giving it a pat and a stroke.
Of late his 'Old Trusty' had failed him on more than one occasion. He atributed this depressing development to the high stress and anxiety of his life of late.
Maybe what he needed was...

She slipped back down in the bubbly water with an audible sigh.
All he could see now was her hair above the foam.
Damn!
She had nice tits, a bit full, a bit gravity effected but rather delicious looking when wet and sudsy. The rest of her was more than acceptable in fact.

He'd even contemplated pulling up a chair and masturbating while he peeked but the back of her head wasn't a great stimulus.
With a sigh Lukas turned from the door and threw himself on the bed, his pecker popping hopefully from the slot in his boxer shorts.
Almost absentmindedly he took it in hand and began to jack off but visions of the suddenly and surprisingly desirable lady in the next room, gave way to more unwelcome images, like him being stuffed in the trunk of a car with a stick of dynamite or something.
Those guys played for keeps!

"Old Trusty' had sunk back down into restful anonymity when he heard Sarah call out...
"Lukas can you hand me a bath towel from your room? They're on the rack outside your door. I'd get mine but I'd drip all over the carpet."

He rolled to the side of the bed and looked down at the worn mustard brown carpet. It had been dripped on plenty of times and by things a lot worse than soapy water.

"Ahhh sure, just a sec..."
He reached for his trousers but then thought better of it.
She only had soap bubbles on right?
Besides, he was in pretty good shape, nothing to be ashamed of.
He sucked in his belly, made sure his penis wasn't hanging out, grabbed the towel and took a deep breath.

The door opened into a steamy sanctuary of erotic possibilities. He kept his mental fingers crossed as he entered , he really would like to see that egg smooth pussy up close and personal.

 

[Why]

bubbles and boxers

Sarah lay in the bath for a while, then gently helped the bubbles clean her skin, not that it needed it. She glanced at her fingers, they beginning to get prune like. She giggled again, and thought I beginning to sound like a giggling teenager working up to the first time.


That's what we are darling..... Cally answered and whispered the next stage in the plan. The fears burbled in the depths of Sarah's mind, but she was ignoring them on a grand scale. She wanted adventure and Lukas, con man or geniune, she felt was the key to a "little adventure"

"Lukas can you hand me a bath towel from your room? They're on the rack outside your door. I'd get mine but I'd drip all over the carpet."

Cally mentally winked and Sarah waited for an answer as she sat, her left arm helping the bubbles cover the main focal points of her breasts.

"Ahhh sure, just a sec..."

He walked into the bathroom the towel over his arm and no trousers on.

Sarah's eyes widened, Lukas was tall and had a good figure, least he hadn't developed the gut most men she had met of late had. In fact he was a very attractive man, who wasn't afraid it seemed for a lady he hardly knew to see him in his boxers.

He came to the side of the bath and held out the towel. Sarah reached for it saying "Thank you.

"You are welcome," Lukas replied and stepped back, half turning towards the door, his eyes were on her, but he was still being the polite gentleman.

"Damn," Sarah muttered under her breath, this has fallen as flat. She surged up out of the water splattering bubbles everywere, and struggled to wrap the towel round herself as she stepped out of the bath. As she placed her left foot on the floor the right slipped on the bottom of the bath, she started to topple forward, swearing.

"Whoa, " Lukas called and came sharply back, catching her. He staggered, Sarah cursed more and found herself held chest to chest by Lukas, the towel in a heap at her feet.


"Nice one" Cally whooped inside and mentally thumped Sarah on the back.

Sarah could feel her damp breasts pressing against Luka's lower chest, soaking his shirt. His hands had slipped off her arms and were now on her bottom, in fact they were tracing patterns through the remains of the bubbles, evey now and then venturing towards the cleft in the middle.

That is rather nice, Sarah thought and looked up at his face, he was grinning. She grinned back and pushed her body closer to his, thinking, in for a penny in for a pound. It seemed that Lukas was having the same thoughts, or rather the contents of his boxers was. Sarah could feel the increasing pressure against her stomach.

She gave a small moan and felt her nipples harden. It had been a long time since she had felt the touch of a real man, a length of pink plastic kept the demons at bay, but it was no subsitute for the real thing.



We are on a roll, you going to do it in the bathroom or get him into the bedroom, the one with out the layer of bat pooh. Cally inside her head asked matter of factly.

 

[ariosto]

It seemed for a moment the Gods themselves had intervened in this humid little bathroom in a tawdry little motel in upstate NewYork.
No need for a labored seduction Luke Old Boy, the dame is in your hands and your future, at least financial, suddenly looks a bit brighter. Why even old Ned is co-operating!...Happy Days!

Indeed, the resurgent Ned had slipped through the open slot of his bvd's and was pressing tightly against soft damp flesh somewhere in the vicinity of Miss Fisher's navel.
She squirmed, mewed something encouraging in his ear and he responded by lifting her clear of the floor, both hands struggling to maintain a grip on her soapy round buttocks, and kissed her right on the mouth.
Ceasar Romero couldn't have done it better.

"That was just the ante...are you ready for the real thing now?"
He rubbed his rampant member up her thigh.

"Oh!"
She said,
"I'm slipping!"

And indeed she did, right out of his hands, down his legs and into a warm wet puddle at his feet.
She would have been mortified had it not been for the glistening head of Luke's pet cobra, bouncing eagerly against her lips...

"If that's what you want, that's fine by me", came his voice drifting down from on high.
"It'll be nice for starters."

Was it what she wanted?

Downstairs Mister Singh put on the Ravi Shankar record and turned on the surveillance camera.
His candid tapes were well known and coveted from Bombay to Delhi. It was how he kept his daughters at Vassar.

 

[Why]

Sarah gasped as Lukas lifted her off her feet, she could feel his finger pinching her buttocks as he strove to keep hold. Then he kissed her right on the mouth this stopped the gasp turning it into an “ohhhhhhh yes moan,” Followed by Cally in her mind giving another very loud wolf whistle.

"That was just the ante...are you ready for the real thing now?"Lukas said as the contents of his boxers, now out of the box rubbed her thigh, spending messages up the six inch or more of flesh to that part at the base of her stomach that began to turn to jelly.

"Oh!" She said, "I'm slipping!" And slip Sarah did, right out of his hands. The cursing under her breath matched by Cally’s inside.

Sarah landed in a wet heap shuffled onto her knees and felt something bounce against her lips. Something moist, eager and long.


Luka’s voice drifted down from above "If that's what you want, that's fine by me. It'll be nice for starters."

Well I never, or rather it’s been a while.

“Just remember to watch the teeth, and breathe, “ Cally quipped.

Sarah reached out her hand and slowly ran her index finger down the velvety flesh of Luka’s penis. It always amazed her how soft and warm the flesh was. She curled her finger round the base of the shaft her whole hand following and gently ran it up in one long stroke. It was Luka’s turn to groan, and his hands came onto her head, the fingers running through her hair, gently guiding her forward.

Again she moved her hand down and back along his length, then she just touched the glistening tip with her mouth, her tongue flicking out for a second. Again the hand, touching, stroking, marking the raised veins, the thickness, the throbbing power. Then her lips came forward, this time they opened allowing just the tip in to be caressed by her tongue. Again the hand and again the lips, deeper this time, the whole bright tip consumed by her mouth, teased and touched by her tongue.

Each time deeper, for longer, matching the growing thrusts of Lukas hips.

Then Sarah pulled back, releasing him, gasping.

“Told you to breathe “ Cally huffed.

“Sorry…got carried away “Sarah mentally replied and reapplied herself, enjoying the effect she was having on the man, feeling her nipples tighten and her heart began to throb with excitement at the thought it would be her turn next, for this and more..

Sarah smiled and her tongue curled round him again, guiding him deeper into her mouth.


Occ lol what a typo that was....corrected now...

 

[ariosto]

She was good.
Yep, pretty damned good. In fact he couldn't recall a blow job this
stimulating in...
Well ina DAMNED long time!

Her warm mouth sucked and teased, her tongue played and licked, her hands stroked and squeezed and he stiffened and throbbed.
Luke looked down at her so earnestly engaged in his pleasure and felt a warm flood of gratitude sweep through him. Were it not for this woman he could be dead right now...or worse.

She palmed his balls in such an excrutiating and exquisite way...
somehow she was wrapping her tongue around his cock as she drew him in deeper and deeper..her fingers toyed with the sensitive vein beneath his glistening staff each time her lips drew slowly...oh so slowly...up to the tip.

Oh God.
It had been a damned long time.
He shut his eyes and tightened his thighs, thrusting into her face.

She made an mmmmmmmmmmmmm sound.
He looked down and she winked up at him.
Extraordinary!
Sarah wouldn't do that...would she?
Hell how should he know? He just met her today...maybe there were aspects to the woman he didn't know...yet.

Her hands dug into his ass and she pulled him towards her, deep throating his aching prick and making him shudder with impending
release...
Oh GODDDDD!...would she swallow?

"My turn."
She said and released his jerking member.
He blinked.

She was on her way to the bedroom and cast a very coy and unSarah like look over her naked shoulder.

"No rush is there? We have all night."
She was sitting on the bed, her legs splayed provacatively.
She crooked her finger...

Who was this woman!

 

[Why]

Sarah let Luke’s cock slip out of her mouth. He looked at the wobbling length of glistening flesh between his legs then at her his eyes dark with sexual pleasure. She heard his intake of breath and gave a small laugh, saying as she rose.

"My turn"

" Yep it is..” Cally inside her head agreed adding “Just look back over your shoulder and give a half wink and a slight pout."

It will make me look as if I have some affliction, he will bolt, Sarah thought, but did it anyway, noticing that it seemed to have rather different affect on Luke. He grinned and half followed her, leaning with one hand against the door frame, his cock almost straining to follow her wiggling rear.

Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, gently running the fingers of her left hand from her knee, up the inside of her thigh, letting them linger on her newly shaved pussy for a few moments, then crooking her finger at Luke. “No rush is there?"

Luke strutted into the bedroom as if he owned it and came and stood before Sarah, giving her a good view of what she wanted. Sarah felt her eyes widen, he was well blessed and knew how to use it, she was sure of it. In fact Sarah, with the inner Cally's breathless urging wanted to find out in person.

Deep down inside, the writer part of Sarah rubbed its hands at the thought that it had at least five pages of copy already. Sarah shook that thought away and grasped the moment or rather ran her fingers down his shiney warm length again. Before letting them drop, as she waited for Luke to make the next move.

He lent forward and Sarah though for a moment he was going to kiss her, but he was aiming lower. His right hand cupped her left breast and lifted it slightly, kneading the flesh. Luke took her nipple in his mouth. The warmth exploded in the middle of Sarah’s chest and plunged into the expanding nipple making it swell and grow as Luke rolled it from side to side.

He slipped onto his knees between her legs and continued to lavish attention on her breast, Sarah’s own right hand came up to her right breast and caressed that, making the nipple seek to rival its twin in size. Luke on seeing this swapped sides. The chill of the air as it touched the nipple he had abandoned made her groan.

Her hands went to his head ruffling his hair, running fingertips down his shoulders, arms and towards his hands. Hands that were now pushing her gently backwards, as his tongue left her breast and traced down her stomach, leaving a trail of hot tingling flesh in its wake. For a few moments Luke’s tongue licked at her mons, then with his fingers gently opening her, he licked at the damp centre.

“Oh hell….” Sarah moaned as she felt the rush of sensations as Luke worked his tongue along her cleft, pushing her open. He took the raised nubbin of her clit in his teeth for a second, making her shudder and raise her hips thrusting her self towards him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders trying to force him deeper. She widened her legs and muttered to herself. “Not going to cum yet, even if it has been awhile want more… damn you more…”

Luke looked up from between her legs and Sarah wondered, why, what and get back down there.

"So far so good," Luke said grinning... "Now my turn..."

The inner fears rose gabbling " He is using you."

Sarah and the the inner Cally rounded on them, bellowing "God, don't we know it and we want morrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeee!!!!"

 

[ariosto]

"....just like I said."
He finished, winked and put Sarah's (Cally's?) fears to rest by plunging his face once more in the warm well between her legs and thrusting his tongue to it's full and trembling length deep into her more than eager cunnie.
The Lady gasped and arched up, spreading wider and watching Luke's eyes above the egg smooth swell of her denuded mons as he gamouched her with obviouis delight.

He was glad she was enjoying this. He was enjoying this and though betrayed from time to time by his tempremental cock, his tongue was always dependable and he proceeded to explore each centimeter of her tight close passage with it's tip, seeking just those places that seemed to make dear Sarah just a bit crazy.
He found them.

"GODDDDD LUKE!"
She moaned and sunk her nails into his scalp, jerking his head against her sex and locking her thighs around it like a velvet nutcracker.

*yummmmmmmmmmm* he thought, increasing the fervor of his lascivious probbings in response.
*bet I can get her off right now.*

Time for finger play...he was good at this.
Pinching the stiff little pearl of her clit twixt thumb and forefinger of his right hand, he began a furious frigging of the oh so sensitive nub while at the same time sliding the index finger of his left hand into the moist recess oh her pussy to join his tongue in it's sensuous play.

****************************************************

Ensconced in the fat overstuffed chair in the curryscented room behind the front desk Mister Singh ejaculated all over himself as the fevered coupling taking place above him, replicated itself on the 37 inch screen in front of him.
The camera system had cost many many dollars but it was well worth it, he thought as he hobbled towards the bathroom, trousers around his ankles and dripping penis in his hand.
He wondered what an Englishwoman's spend tasted like...

Upstairs Lucas Tibideux was about to find out.

 

[Why]

GODDDDD LUKE!" Sarah swore, gripping his head. She was torn between pushing him further in, or yanking him away. She was on the raw edge, tipping and tottering. Yes! No! Hold on! Don’t want to! Cally giggled and Sarah groaned, no growled. The noise came from the back of her throat and matched her gyrating hips.

Lukes fingers joined his tongue; this was way too much. Sarah was toppled over; the wave of her orgasm began at the ends of her fingers and toes, gathering pace as Luke worked his fingers, deeper, touching the sensitive walls just inside her vagina. Her muscles clenched trying to capture his probing digits and draw them in deeper.

She glanced down the length of her trembling body and saw Luke grinning up at her as his teeth closed again of a second on her clit. “Lord love a duck…” she cursed under her breath and Cally in her mind whooped “ Ride it cowboy…”

Each touch of Luke’s fingers and tongue drove Sarah higher, she was flying; it seemed her nose was touching the ceiling. Then she screamed, bucked and dropped; plunging down and it felt to Sarah, through the bed.

“Goooddd yesss….” Luke commented as he pushed his face harder into her, lapping away, drinking her dry. Sarah twitched, sighed and smiled down a Luke.

Ok, girl, catch your breath for a second then you need to return the favour, manners you know? Then just think on how many pages of copy you will have for my little olde Yankie adventures.” Cally remarked

“right…” Sarah mentally replied… “give me a minute or two… then..”

But it seemed Luke had other ideas, His tongue was again moving up towards her breasts and his body was following it. The touch of his warm flesh against her damp skin sent a new signal and Sarah’s right leg obeyed, curling up and round him.


Occ typos sorry... is there a proof reader in the house!

 

[ariosto]

"I'll give you five hundred dollars for it." said Mister Nehru, third great grand nephew of his namesake and manager of the Pinetree Motor Lodge.
"I'll go six." said Drama Vishneyet, manager of the rival Adirondak Dream Motel.

"No no", said Mister Singh to his two friends who's eyes were glued to the flickering screen. Both men had been called hastily over as soon as the action got really hot.
"This one is not for sale."

*********************************************

Luke's long thick aching cock, breached Ms Fisher's dewy gate with ease and slid full length up her cum slick channel,snuggling in like it had found a home.
He licked her nipples.
Sarah mewed and cooed and twisted her legs around him.
"Fuck me like an animal." she said.

He was too caught up in the moment to be shocked at the pithy tone, almost a growl, of her voice, so very out of character.

"What kind?"
he gasped feeling her vaginal muscles begin to squeeze and tease.
"Bull, lion, stag in rut, jack rabbit..."
He mouthed playfully around her firm distended nipples.

By way of reply, Sarah jerked his face from her breasts and pulled it against her own, lips crushing, tongues meeting and hips arching high, driving and squirming her pussy down on Lukes long tool till his heavy sac, was firm against her ass. She twisted and ground herself around him with fevered determination...he knew he couldn't last long.

Okay...let's give the Lady what she wants.

With a growl, Luke disengaged his lips, swept his arms under Sarahs legs, and pushed violently forwards, slamming her into the headboards.
He loomed above her like a thundercloud, his cock driven deep inside her shuddering body...Primal Male!

"Baby your about to have the FUCK OF YOUR LIFE!"

"Give it to me BIG BOY!"
She said, locking her ankles behind his neck.


*************************************************

Downstairs three dark men were leafing furiously through the tattered pages of Mister Singhs illustrated copy of the Khama Suptra.

 

[Why]

Luke’s cock slid into Sarah, it was a docking worthy of the Apollo programme Cally in Sarah’s mind commented with a growl. Sarah herself moaned through the thought that Cally was a little out of date there and locked her legs round Luke, pushing down with her heels as he began to ride her.

God, he was warm, long and pushing deeper. "Fuck me like an animal." tumbled out her mouth Sarah wasn’t sure if it was her idea or Cally’s but she wanted it, hard, harder, wanted to feel Luke expand and explode in her now, this minute and she was to explode again herself. She could feel it building with each grinding twist of her hips upward.

Luke slammed her back into the headboards, the thin panelling snapped under the pressure, but Sarah didn’t give a damn, she was having the ride of her later life. A ride she never thought she would have again. "Come in America!!!!!!" Cally whooped as Sarah ground her mouth to Luke’s, seeking to suck the breath out of him. He broke away and Sarah’s half pout turned to a wide leer of surprise as her legs were lifted high and up

Luke was above her pushing her down, and towards a climax that was already rattling her back teeth. "Baby your about to have the FUCK OF YOUR LIFE!" he bellowed, his eyes darkening and widening as his cock began to swell and thunder inside her.

"Give it to me BIG BOY!" Sarah roared.

"Now is that the position of the wife of India or the variant yawning Kama sutra position.” Cally in Sarah’s head remarked looking on with a critical eye.

I don’t bloody care Sarah mentally swore at her creation, It is blooooooodyyyyyyyy gooodddddddddd With this Sarah clasped her ankles behind Luke’s neck and held on as she couldn’t hold on any longer.

 

[ariosto]

As the express train of his orgasm rushed down on him, Luke breifly considered slowing it long enough to make sure the sweating, groaning woman below him got 'hers' ...but slowing these days often meant derailing with a cold boiler.
Okay let it roll...damn the torpedos... full speed ahead!
I hope your with me Ms Fisher...

Thighs tensing, balls tightening, sweat running, piston hammering... faster faster ...FASTER!

"Now...he will go now, Mister Singh."
Vishnayet laid a five dollar bill on the coffee table, eyes glued to the screen.
"I'll take the bet," Singh replied, "He's too old to be so...impetuous."

Tibideaux surprised himself! A delicious wave of insensate pleasure consumed him and his arousal gushed forth in a volume and duration that recalled sweet times of long ago.
"I"m cummmmming"
He cried with surprise and satisfaction.
Sarah of course knew this, being the recepticle of the hot pulsing flow of semen.
It was regrettable since she was on the cusp herself...
Dammit!

"Don't stop...DON'T STOP!"
She fairly lurched her pelvis up to meet him as she sensed a wavering...a hesitation.
"Don't you dare stop!"

Dramha smiled and picked up his own bill and Mister Singhs.
"Too bad.", he chuckled.
Singh who was a poor looser cursed and flipped off the TV.
"Fate." he said, "Things will even out",
and left the room to refresh Vishnayet's tea with dirty dish water.

 

[Why]

The pace got faster, Sarah got hotter.

"I"m cummmmming" Lukas roared above her.

"Don't stop...DON'T STOP!" Sarah cried as she felt each shortened, sharp stroke of his cock into her. She gripped tighter, pushing her self up, bringing the nubbin of her clit slap bang in line as he seemed to hesitate. “"Don't you dare stop!"

He didn’t or rather he continued, with a short wave of ragged thrusts; that pulsed in time to the vein on his temple. Not that Sarah noticed that. She was seeing stars for the second time that night. As the final one blinked out she squinted at the man lying gasping on top of her. She grinned sheepishly and said. “I don't usually do this sort of thing.” Cally in her forehead slapped her forehead and muttered.

“No…” Luka’s said as her legs slid off from his neck and plopped down onto the bed. He gave a satisfied groan and rolled to her left side. The both lay there for a while, not quite sure what to say to each other.

Sarah was just about to ask, could she use the bathroom first, when she noticed something by the light above them. It seemed to be winking.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“What’s what?” Luke replied looking down at his now shrinking member with a “you did well mate” look on his face.

“That.” Sarah repeated.

“What?” Lukas sounded a bit annoyed.

“That on the ceiling..” Sarah pointed.

“Oh… shit..” Lukas was up off the bed and making for his abandoned clothes if he could remember where they got thrown.

“What do you mean shit…” Sarah said as the thing seemed to move slightly.

“Camera…..”

And we have film at 10.” Cally roared in Sarah’s head.

 

[ariosto]

"Get dressed!"
Luke yelled as he bolted for his room, grabbing his own clothes on the way.
Sarah sat up on the tossled bed and gave feeble wave to the camera lens.
"Wait." she said trying to recycle her mind to the present odd circumstances.

"Can't !"
he called back...believe me these guys mean business...now HURRY!"
She cast a last look at the unwinking eye and stood up. Her suitcase was still pretty much packed, her clothes hanging neatly on a hook on the bathroom door.
It was late...she was tired. She had just had sex...someone had watched them having sex....!!!!
"LUCAS! We We We...."

"That's right." he said, bursting into her room, stuffing his shirt in his pants, his small valise tucked under his arm.
"We are being spied on and we have to get the hell out!"

With that he drew a small but lethal looking pistol from his pocket and....BANG!... shot the lens from the camera! The entire apparatus prompltly fell through the ceiling to dangle obscenly in the smoke filled room.

"Come On Sarah!"
He stuffed her clothes in her hand and grabbed her suitcase under his other arm. The pistol had disappeared.
"WE GOTTA GO!"

*********************************

His company had gone back to their respective motels and he was in the kitchen brewing tea when he heard the crash and boom of gunfire above him.
Singh was a brave man when property damage was in question and grabbing his father's long gurkha knife, he rushed to the stairs and took them two at a time, colliding with Tibideaux and his flustered half naked companion on the landing...

"Out of the way you traiterous bastard!" Lucas yelled and slammed him against the wall.
"I enjoyed our dinner Mister Singh..." He thought he heard Sarah say faintly as she flew by.
He heard the car start out in the courtyard and ran to the window...too late.
They were gone, no way to trace them and his shattered $1600 video camera hung like a dead duck behind him...

 

[Why]

Sarah Fisher.

Get dressed!"

I would rather go to sleep Sarah thought and wiggled her fingers at the camera, "Well you gave them a good show…” Cally in her mind giggled.

"Wait." Sarah mumbled as she watched with widening eyes as Lucas shoved his shirt into his trousers.

”Can’t believe me these guys mean business...now HURRY!" The words went in Sarah’s eyes rattled around inside and the fears erupted screaming. “"Mean business, on camera.”

Oh god Sarah thought what is happening? "LUCAS! We We We...."

"That's right." he said, "We are being spied on and we have to get the hell out!" The words were just out of his mouth his shirt was finally stuffed in his pants and a gun was pointing at the ceiling.

He has a gun….Sarah's mind babbled.

"He is an American, what do you expect?” Cally laughed and added it might be a good idea to move. Sarah did, scrambling across the room as the camera lens burst into a million fragments.

"Come On Sarah!" He stuffed her clothes in her hand and grabbed her suitcase under his other arm. The pistol, Sarah noticed had disappeared."WE GOTTA GO!"

Sarah pushed her feet into her shoes and fumbled with her skirt drying to put it over her head as the fell through the door and scrambled down the hall half way down the garment was resting on her hips, her right arm through her blouse. Mr Singh appeared a large knife in his hand…

"We are done for…" the fears screamed Sarah gulped and managed to slip her hand from Lucas’ long enough to get the other sleeve half way up her arm. He re-grabbed her bellowing. "Out of the way you traitorous bastard!"

Sarah gave the man a sick grin and tried to thank him for the meal. Then she was out in the cold night air, barely getting into the passenger seat of the vehicle before it was moving.

"How very Thelma and Louise" Cally laughed.

“Just hope there are no cliffs round here.” Sarah replied and realised she had spoken out loud.

“What…?” Lucas asked as he swung the car swiftly onto the main road…

“Errr… I would rather like an explanation.” Sarah asked and frowned looking on the floor by her feet for her underwear.

“Soon,, just need to put some distance between us.” Lucas answered checking the rear view mirror every ten seconds.

“Right it’s just… We were on camera….” Sarah gulped and spied her knickers and struggled to put them on at the same time zipping her skirt. She could not see her bra anywhere. It must be somewhere between the bedroom and the car park, she sighed and fastened her blouse over her breasts. They will just to have to swing low for a while.

“Yes we were… weren’t we…” Lucas huffed, then sort of grinned at her. Sarah tired to grin back, she was confused, but to her surprise not frightened. She had wanted adventure hadn’t she?

"And good sex, damn that was good wasn’t it?” Cally added. Sarah didn’t reply as the Dodge slid sideways taking a right hand turn far to fast. Down the road the Dodge sped, a cream Marks and Spencer’s’ bra caught in the passenger door, flapping madly in the darkness.

 

[ariosto]

The BP in Elmira....3AM


They'd driven deep into the wee hours when Lucas finally quit checking the rearview for his/their pursuers.
There was no traffic on the upstate backroads at this time of night.
He looked over at Sarah's sleeping form, huddled against the far door and sighed. A momentary wave of guilt washed through him. She was involved now and he owed her an explanation.
Of sorts...he began to make one up.
By the time he pulled into a BP station on the outskirts of Elmira he'd cooked up a dandy.

"Sarah...wake up...Sarah!"
She jumped to full alert, eyes wild.
"Where are we?...Am I dreaming?"

Lucas chuckled,
"Nah, your not dreaming but that was some fun wasn't it?"

"Fun?...you call that fun?"
She began to rummage in her purse for something.

"Well I admit it was somewhat unexpected."

She pulled a lipstick from the bag and pointed at him like a
loaded revolver.
"You have a gun Mister Tibideaux and are obviously a seriously disturbed man. I think we'd best part company right here...right now."
"Sarah please...let me explain."

She gave him a stony look and crossed her arms.

Good! at least she was listening.
"I'm not exactly who you think I am Sarah. I..."

"Goin' my way Mack?"
The voice sounded like gravel being ground to powder on rough sandpaper.
Luke turned with exasperation to the window.
"Hell no..." he began, just before the ham sized fist slammed into his chin.

Sarah stared in horror as the biggest man she'd ever seen slid into the drivers seat, pushing Tibideaux's limp body against hers.
She reached for the door handle but the mans huge paw plucked her hand away.
"Take it easy doll, I ain't hard to get along with."
He started the car and pulled out onto the dark highway.
"Names McGurk, I just busted out of the slammer. I ain't even seen a broad in 8 years by the way."

Sarah didn't like the way he grinned when he said that.

 

[Why]

Don’t panic…. “ Cally in her mind said or rather screamed, the fears burst out laughing then ran round like the three wise monkeys covering there ears, eyes and mouths. “As I said don’t panic… just need to thing this through…”

Don’t Panic Sarah thought, Lucas is out for the count, his face in the same place it was a few hours ago, only this time his nose is bleeding on my skirt. We have a very large escaped prisoner at the wheel, who keeps grinning at my breasts. And I am still holding my lipstick.

Lucas groaned and opened one eye, then shut it again. Sarah shuddered, feeling Luca’s hot breath on her groin. What was she going to do? Then it struck her, she lowered the sunblind on the passenger side and as best she could in the faint light of the car’s instruments she looked in the small mirror and put on her lipstick. The burly prisoner pouted his own lips as he watched her.

She put it down and adjusted her blouse; that is opened a couple of buttons. McGurk looked her way, the car went that way, he cursed and swerved back into the lane.

“Suggest you pull up…” Sarah said in a husky voice and slipped her hand round Luca’s still form and into McGurk’s lap. The man leered and pulled over. "That’s it my girl for Queen and country…” Cally encouraged.

The car ground to a stop and Sarah got out crooking her finger at McGurk. He poked Lucas hard, the man just flopped half onto the floor. McGurk barked with laughter and followed Sarah into the bushes.

Sarah stood by a strong sapling her hand on her hip, her fingers beckoning. McGurk made to lunge for her breast, Sarah tutted and pointed to his groin Mcurk’s smirk widened as Sarah drew him by his belt close to the sapling and then undid said belt. She lowered his trousers and got down on her knees. Keeping the belt in one hand as the other circled his large cock. God he stinks, she thought and steeled herself, not to throw up her Balti, as she took him in her mouth. His hands grabbed hold of her head, ramming her down on his length; Sarah gagged and swore, he had the car keys in his hand.

Still… she continued to work him with her tongue, giving him the best blow job he had, had for 8 years while her one free hand looped his belt round his right leg and the sapling.

McGurk’s thrusts increased and Sarah began to count, then she stopped and stood up fast hitting his chin with the top of her head, hell that hurt, he bellowed and lunged for her as she stepped back, and fell flat on his face, Sarah stamped on his hand with her high heels and grabbed the keys, running as fast as she could to the car.

A scream of curses and bellows followed her as McGurk freed himself from the belt. Sarah scrabbled into the driver’s seat, started the engine up, fiddled with the gears and shot forward. Breaked then backwards as McGurk hammered on the side of the vehicle, she swung it round, still in reverse knocking the prisoner spinning. She managed to find first and plunged forward. McGurk leapt and flung himself on to the front of the vehicle, which now danced from side to side, as Lucas peeled himself off the floor and started grabbing at the wheel.

“Why you!!!!” Sarah screamed in anger and breaked hard. McGurk somehow flew off of the vehicle and pirouetted onto the road in front.

“Yes I know…” Lucas said and stamped on top of her foot on the accelerator