Gabriel was driving down the highway when he spotted a car broken down on the side of the road. He pulled over to help and discovered the driver to be a woman. He offered her a ride.
"I'm not sure that you're going to have time to get dry before we get to the service station."
"Yea and as soon as I get out of the car I will be wet again anyway, and not in a good way." The young woman pulled her shirt up over her head and wrung it out the window, laid it over the dash, then wriggled out of her jeans. "You know, I think this is a torrential downpour."
"I think you just may be right. It might not be safe to keep driving in this rain. I live just a few miles away. We could go there and wait the storm out." Gabriel couldn't help glancing at her from the corner of his eye. She was very attractive. He was glad that he had stopped to pick her up, especially since it seemed that he was the only other car on the highway. Besides, she could have ended up with some pervert that would take advantage of her and... He suddenly jerked the wheel hard to the right. "Sorry about that," he stammered. "I don't usually drift like that."
She laughed. "No problem. It happens to me a lot when I am not paying attention." She smirked, keeping her eyes forward, staring out the front windshield. "You know, I could just make a call from your place and get a tow truck." Gabriel nodded, noticing she was sitting in nothing but a black bra and panties with thigh highs and a dog collar. He realized he was staring again and turned back to the road in front of him, the tips of his ears turning pink. There was something about this girl that he just couldn't put his finger on and it wasn't that she was pretty. He startled, realizing he had left a long pause in their conversation.
"It's the damndest thing." He thought quickly of some reason to keep her with him. "My phone went out for some reason today. That's why I was heading to town in the first place. You could probably use my neighbor's phone." He paused again, knowing full well what his next action would be. He feigned shock. "No, wait, he's gone on vacation. Looks like you're going to have to wait it out at my place." He took this opportunity to get a good look at the girl sitting beside him. His eyes lingered from her dark hair to a thin black collar around her neck. "If you don't mind my asking, why are you wearing a dog collar?"
"It's just a collar. I like the way they look." She laughed softly. "Like the black clothes and lipstick wasn't enough?" She turned her attention out the window and watched the rain pelt against the window, commenting offhandedly. "I love the rain, especially when it's a warm rain."
"Me too. I love to go out and play in it, like a little kid." Gabriel shyly glanced over at her. "I know this place. No one ever goes there except for me. It's perfect if you just want to go and play in the rain." He had never had a chance like this before in his life. She was beautiful and Gabriel had a fetish for Goth girls. Granted he was just some guy in a car that she had never even met before. She could be thinking that he was some kind of predator. He choked down indecision and the lump in his throat, forcing the next word. "Interested?"
She flashed a big grin, turning toward him. "Yea! Let's go!"
"I though you'd say that." He hadn't been sure at all, but he was all too glad she had agreed. He had no idea who this girl was and yet he didn't want to be free from her. It was as if she needed him somehow. He took a left turn down an old country road. "It's not far. We'll be there soon." His voice sounded too casual. Hopefully his nerves didn't betray him. He sought something to say to her to bring the conversation back up and his thoughts to something more platonic. "If you don't mind my asking, where were you going when your car broke down?"
"This is kind of ironic, but, actually, for a drive in the rain. To get away. To think...." She looked forlornly out the window again, the bright smile gone from her face. Gabriel's heart gave a lurch. She seemed so sad. Gabriel turned right down a service road.
"I do that too sometimes. It's probably not the best way to spend my money. Gas is really expensive." He slowed his car to a stop just off of the service road and parked close enough to the trees that his car wouldn't easily be spotted by any passers by. Gabriel stepped out of the car and opened her door. She smiled up at him as he offered her his hand and stood in her lack of clothing. Their eyes made contact for just a few moments, but it was all that was needed. Gabriel dropped his eyes quickly, hoping she hadn't seen the faint stain of pink across his cheeks. He watched her without watching as she turned her face to the sky and began spinning in circles until she fell down. Gabriel ran over to her laughing. "Are you okay?" He offered her his hand. She smiled up at him.
"Yea, just fine." She took his hand and stood, letting the rain wash the dirt and grass from her body. "You know, you would be a little better off without those clothes." She yanked at his shirt and actually succeeding in getting it off of him, then ran full tilt across the field. Gabriel gave in and chased after her.
"Hey, come back with my shirt! It's my favorite!" He easily caught her and they both fell on ground, the girl pinned under him. He looked down at her. "Look at what you've done. You've gotten my favorite shirt dirty. What am I to do with you?" His voice was soft and warm. He kissed her gently. She looked shocked for a moment. Gabriel paused, afraid he had read her wrong. He thought she was playing.
"Hopefully nothing too terrible, you know? I have to be somewhere tomorrow." She ran her fingers through Gabriel's wet hair and tentatively kissed him back. He returned her soft kiss and relaxed. She at least wasn't going to call rape.
"I'm sure we can come up with something suitable. And I promise that you'll get wherever you need to go tomorrow just as soon as we eat breakfast." He rolled into grass beside her. "I wonder what I did to be lucky enough to meet you?" He asked, pushing a stray strand of wet hair from her face. She rolled over to face him.
"Was it luck or a curse?" Her hair hung in wet little strands and dripped from the rain falling over them. He leaned in to kiss her again, pulling her against him possessively. He could tell she was smiling even as he kissed her. As they released the kiss, she climbed onto his lap and straddled him.
"I'd say I'm lucky. Or about to be." He tentatively reached for her bra clasp. She leaned closer and threw her hair over her shoulders, pressing kisses along the side of his neck and down his collarbone. He nibbled on her ear as he struggled with the bra clasp. "Damn it." Why exactly were these stupid clasps so damned difficult to unhook? He tore the bra strap in frustration.
"That was my favorite bra." She pouted as she shrugged it off. The pout was both cute and dangerously dark at the same time. He had been hard from the time she took his hand to step out of the car, but that look was like a drug. His erection pressed against his jeans. She wrapped her arms around Gabriel, pressing her breasts against his rain soaked chest.
