Chapter 2
Chapter
Two
FONDLE AWAY
Neve
Ifinish my set and collect my payment from Reg. I am not sure where my mystery man disappeared to, but I guess he couldn’t be bothered to wait. Fine by me. I don’t need a man complicating my life right now. I have to stay focused on making it with my singing.
“Pay up Reg,” I state, holding my hand out on the bar.
He sighs as he opens the till. “Here. See you next week,” he mutters.
“Of course, unless Simon Cowell signs me by then.” I wink.
I walk out of the bar and head to my beaten-up old rust bucket of a car.
I chuck my bag on the back seat and walk around to the driver’s side.
My car is that old that it doesn’t have central locking and the driver’s side lock always sticks.
“Come on you little bitch.” I grunt. “Oh god please,” I beg as I try to turn the key.
“I didn’t expect to hear you beg those words so soon,” a deep voice says from behind me.
I scream and turn around, kicking out my leg, my foot connecting right between his legs.
“Ow, mother fucker.” He groans, cupping himself and falling to his knees.
“What the hell do you think you are doing creeping up behind a woman late at night?!” I screech, trying to calm my heart.
“I thought you heard me approach. Damn, you kick like a horse.” He wheezes slowly, getting to his feet.
“Well I didn’t, and it’s after midnight in a dark pub car park in Hounslow. Of course I’m going to kick out, it’s a reflex.” I shrug. “And anyway, why are you here? You’re not some crazy stalker guy, are you?” I ask stepping back.
“What? No, no,” he affirms. “I waited until the end of your set to finish our chat but you had already gone. I know this may look stalkerish, and yeah creepy, but I promise I am just your regular guy that finds a woman attractive that wants her number.” He smiles, holding his hands up in surrender.
I sigh and smile back. “Well, I still don’t know your name and I don’t tend to give my number out to random guys.”
“Damn, good point. I guess I should tell you my name then, shouldn’t I?” he asks. I nod and wait. “It’s Dylan. Nothing special I know. But now you know, how about I get your number?” he asks.
I laugh. “I don’t know. I was expecting a more exotic name or something cool. Dylan is kind of a let-down.”
“Shot down because of my name. Maybe I should have told you straight away, then I may have got your number.” He sighs in disappointment.
“Okay, how about this? You now know my name, you deem it’s not worthy enough for your number.
That is a shame and believe me, I will be having a discussion with my parents about it.
So, what about a kiss? Just one kiss and then I will be out of your hair and you’ll never see me again. ”
I look at him. Part of me is thinking what the hell kiss him, it’s been so long since I’ve been with a guy. It’s just a kiss, no harm in that. Then on the other hand, I am no floozy. I have a vibrator at home that will fulfil any urges I have.
“One kiss and I promise you will never see me again. I swear.”
Fuck it. “One kiss,” I say softly. “But you better make it a good kiss,” I warn.
“Oh sweetheart, I will make sure to give you my very best moves.” He smiles smoothly.
He steps towards me, not stopping until our bodies are touching.
I swallow, my throat suddenly feeling very dry.
He smiles and brings his hands up to cup my face.
“One kiss,” he states before bringing his mouth down on mine.
His lips are soft yet commanding. His tongue slowly caresses mine and a small moan escapes my throat which makes him lean his body further against mine, pressing me up against my car.
My hands roam his body, sliding up under his shirt, feeling his hard toned body.
He groans as my nails gently scratch along his abs to the edge of his jeans.
He suddenly breaks the kiss and my eyes shoot open. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“One kiss remember?” he says panting before looking to his jeans and sees a very noticeable bulge. I bite my lip. In that moment, I decide to hell with it; just one night, that’s all it is. I am allowed one night of fun. I am owed that surely.
I step towards him, my eyes never leaving his and I cup his bulge through his jeans. “Oh,” I state, impressed with the size of it. He sucks in a breath as I gently squeeze, his eyes watching me. “What about one night?” I ask seductively.
“I don’t think I can say no to that,” he answers. “Your place or mine?” he asks.
“None, car…” is all I say before reaching up and kissing him. His arms wrap around me and he walks me back until my back is against the car. My hands are frenzied and I try to unbuckle his belt and jeans while he tries to unlock my car door.
“Fucking thing, how do you open it,” he growls frustrated.
“Give it here,” I state, snatching it out of his hands before I wiggle the key a few times and finally manage to unlock and open the door. “Ah-ha.” I smile, dangling the keys in my hand.
“Not only is she hot, but she’s also a problem solver.” He groans.
We both pile into the back of my car, each of us making quick work to remove our clothes. “Have you got protection?” I ask.
He reaches for his jeans pocket and pulls out a condom. “I was in the boy scouts, I was always taught to be prepared.” He winks. I snatch it out of his hands and rip the foil with my teeth. “Damn that’s hot,” he mutters, sliding his boxers and jeans down.
I look down at his now free and standing to attention penis. He has a beautiful penis. I sigh.
“Well, I don’t think I’ve ever caused that reaction in a girl before.” He smirks.
“I’m just pleased. He’s pretty and pretty damn perfect really,” I compliment, while sliding the condom down his length.
He hisses at my touch. “You know exactly what to say,” he teases. I bite back my giggle and straddle his lap.
I slowly lower myself down his length. “Oh,” I moan. “The compliment was justified.” I moan. He grabs a hold of my hips as I start rocking and circling.
Dylan watches me move with hooded eyes. “This might be the best only one kiss I’ve ever fucking had.” He groans as I pick up my pace. Smiling, I kiss him and the car starts rocking with my movement, the suspension squeaking with each rock.
“Oh fuck, I really love your penis,” I pant as I ride him.
“My penis is very much in love with your vagina.” He moans. I laugh and continue riding him. I reach behind me and unhook my bra. “Holy fuck, they looked good in your bra, but even fucking better out of it. May I?” he asks.
“Of course, fondle away.” I smile.
He cups my breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth. I moan, feeling my orgasm building. “Dylan, I’m coming. Fuck.” I cry out, now riding him hard and fast as my climax hits.
“Fuck!” he roars loudly as he thrusts up, finding his own release. We both pant smiling, looking at each other. Suddenly a bright light shines through the car window. I gasp before leaning into him to cover myself. There is a tap on the window and Dylan leans over and winds the window down.
“Sorry don’t stop on my account, it just got a bit steamy on the windows and we couldn’t see is all,” a guy states while pulling out his dick and starts masturbating.
“Oh my god!” I screech.
“Oh, they’re a good one tonight Gerald,” a woman’s voice calls out.
“Oh Jesus Christ.” Dylan groans, covering his eyes as we witness an older woman getting railed by a man I am hoping is her husband. “Um, I hate to tell you what to do, but any chance you could get us the hell out of here? Or is this your thing?” he asks.
“Oh god no! Hold on.” I climb off him quickly and jump in my driver seat, not even bothering to put my clothes back on.
I start my car and put my lights on. “Oh, fucking hell,” I gasp.
Couples and men everywhere doing well… things.
“Reg?!” I screech in horror as I spot the landlord of the pub nailing his wife over a car bonnet.
“Holy fuck, we’ve joined a mass dogging site,” Dylan states stunned. I put my foot on the accelerator and get us the hell out of there, while praying the police don’t pull me over.