Chapter 1
Amanda Watson walked down the dark deserted street. She was shivering in the jean jacket, halter-top and mini skirt she was wearing. She knew she should stop somewhere and pull some warmer clothes out of the bag she was carrying but she just kept walking. The heels of her boots clicked on the pavement as the wind went right through her skirt and made her pussy feel like a furry Popsicle.
She didn't notice any of this though. She was lost in her own thoughts. This day had started out so well. Joshua had given her pussy a good ride before she left for work. She made some good tips and thought her life couldn't get any better. Then everything just went downhill from there.
Halfway through her shift the boss pulled her into his office. The fat slob had been hitting on her for six months but she kept turning him down. Today he gave her an ultimatum sleep with him or find another job. So she had left.
When she got home she was in tears and needed some comfort from her boyfriend. She didn't expect to find him fucking the next-door neighbor in her bed. He had apologized profusely but she had just filled a bag with some clothes and left not caring where she ended up.
Now here she was two states over in the middle of the night walking down a deserted street. Her car had run out of gas two miles down the road so she had started walking. She hadn't seen another car in over an hour and was looking for a place to strip down for the night when she saw the headlights come up behind her.
Marty Monroe wasn't the kind of guy to be driving down dark streets in the middle of the night and he definitely wasn't the type to pick up hitchhikers. His Mercedes had the radio blasting some rock song and the heat was on full blast. He was bouncing around to the music and almost missed the woman standing on the side of the road.
He had been driving for two days, trying to get home to Louisiana for his mothers birthday party this weekend. He had been to a sales meeting in Seattle; he had decided that instead of flying he would drive across the country. It would be prettier.
His designer jeans and high-class t-shirt cost more then what Amanda made in a month. Marty was what you could call a multimillionaire. He had started a software company in his basement five years ago and now had companies all over the world.
He had dumped his last girlfriend six months ago when she started pressuring him about marriage and hadn't had a decent fuck since. When Denise asked him for the 100th time why he wouldn't marry her, he had looked at her disgustingly. "Denise, I'm 29 years old. I'm too young to settle down. And I sure don't want a bunch of rug rats messing up my image." She had moved out the next day.
Marty didn't know what made him pull over to the side of the road. He was sure it wasn't the woman's looks. In face she was pretty plain, long brown hair and eyes. At least that's what he thought her eyes were. She wasn't fat but she wasn't model material either. She was kind of right in the middle. He liked his women skinny with big tits. He liked to bury his face in their tits while he pounded their pussy with his cock. This girl had a bit of a stomach on her and her tits didn't look that big. Something about her struck his eye though so he pulled the car over to the side of the road and stopped watching her in the rearview mirror.
Amanda stared at the car for a minute sure her eyes were deceiving her. When it looked like the car wasn't going to go anywhere, she slowly walked up to it. She stopped as the passenger window was rolled down then she leaned down leaning on the door. "Where ya going honey?" A deep southern voice asked in the darkness.
She could barely see the driver but the voice sent shivers through her body. "Anywhere I can get to pretty much." She replied in her soft voice. "My car broke down a couple miles back."
There was silence in the car for a minute then the voice spoke again. "You want me to take you to get gas?"
Amanda chuckled. "Wouldn't do me any good, no money."
Again there was silence then suddenly the door opened. "Get in honey. It's to cold to be outside."
Amanda hesitated for about two seconds then slipped into the car. She closed the door then turned to face the driver and was caught by a pair of startling blue eyes. The eyes seemed to bore into hers. When they moved down over her body, she tore hers from his. He had a nice face with a goatee and mustache. His long fingers held the steering wheel loosely. "I'm headed for Louisiana. You're welcome to come along for the ride." The deep voice said.
Amanda shrugged leaning closer to the heater. "What the hell. Ain't got anywhere else to be." She knew she was somewhere in Nevada and figured it would take them three days to get to Louisiana. Maybe she could find another job as a dancer down there and start over.
Marty watched her for another minute. He watched her lean close to the heater then curl up against the door and close her eyes. After a couple of minutes he heard her even breathing and knew she slept.
He tore his eyes from her as he pulled back onto the empty road. He knew he had at least a couple more hours before he needed to find a hotel and sleep for a while. He wondered who this girl was and what she was doing out here all alone. He also was trying to figure out why his cock jumped in his pants the minute she got into the car and hadn't gone back down.
He reached down adjusting his pants trying to relieve some of the pressure of his cock pressing against his jeans. Finally he just gave up and sighed. Somehow he had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
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Amanda came awake with a start and looked around her. It took her a minute to remember what had happened. Joshua had cheated on her, she lost her job and now she was in the middle of nowhere with some guy she didn't know. She turned to look at him through sleep filled eyes.
Marty took his hand off her shoulder. He had shaken her to wake her up. "We're stopped for the night. You might be more comfortable in a real bed." He said nodding out the window.
Amanda looked out the window and saw a motel sign flashing in the darkness. She nodded, opened the car door, she climbed out making sure to grab her purse and bag off the floor.
Marty watched her for a minute then climbed out of the car and moved over to room number 3. "I got a room with two double beds." He said casually over his shoulder as he unlocked the door.
"That's fine." Amanda said yawning as she followed him into the room. The room consisted of two double beds, a dresser with a TV sitting on top of it and two end tables with lamps between the beds. She eyed the bed closest to the door, dropping her stuff on it. Then she turned around.
The driver came in behind her carrying a duffle bag and dropped it on the other bed. Then he turned to look at her. "I'm Marty. Marty Monroe."
She nodded. "Amanda." She didn't tell him her last name and he didn't ask.
Marty pulled off his t-shirt showing a well-developed chest that Amanda couldn't help admire. Her hands itched to reach out and touch him. She clenched her fists at her sides. She tore her eyes from his body as he sat down and started pulling off his boots. She turned towards her bed pulling a long silk nighty out of the bag.
"I'm gonna take a shower." She heard behind her. She nodded afraid to turn around and look at his body again. Her pussy had gone into overdrive just seeing his chest and her breathing had quickened. She forced herself to relax and succeeded a bit when she heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on.
She stripped out of her clothes pulling on the nighty. She threw her clothes she had been wearing in the duffel bag, buried them under the blankets then climbed under and within minutes was asleep.
Amanda woke this time to a mouth kissing her and hands moving lovingly over her body. She moaned as she felt the strap of her nightgown slip down her shoulder, a warm mouth enclosing her nipple. She lifted her hands to the head running her fingers through the hair. Then she froze. Joshua's hair was rough. Almost like sand paper. The hair she was running her fingers through was baby fine. She pulled her hands back and screamed as she reached for the light.
She flipped the switch on and stared into Marty's eyes. He was naked from the waist up and had a sheepish look on his face. "Sorry. You looked so hot laying there and when you seemed to accept my kisses I couldn't help myself." He made no move to move away.
"It's...It's okay." She said as her breathing slowed down. "I...I..." She didn't know what to say so she didn't say anything.
Marty's eyes searched hers for a minute then he sighed. "I'm sorry." He said. He flicked her nipple once with his fingertip then went to move off the bed.
Amanda felt a flicker of desire run through her body when he flicked her nipple and gasped. She looked at him wondering at her body's reaction to this stranger. When he moved to leave the bed she panicked. "No wait." She said reaching out, wrapping her hand over his arm.
Marty turned back to look at her. He didn't move to shake her off but he didn't move closer either. He just looked into her eyes. "I...I...I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me tonight." She said as she shivered.
Marty looked at her tenderly. He knew he couldn't leave her. He couldn't leave her in the hotel alone and for some reason he couldn't leave her bed. He reached up running a fingertip over her cheek. "Do you want me to sleep here tonight?" He asked softly.
Amanda looked at him. "I... I..." She stuttered. She looked at her hand holding his arm and realized that she was afraid to be alone. 'Yes! Please."
Marty searched her eyes then nodded. She released his arm moving over on the bed as he stripped down to his underwear. He turned off the light then climbed into the bed beside her. He kept his body away from hers but could still taste her on his tongue. He felt his cock harden and groaned. "Are you okay?" Amanda asked laying beside him but with her back to him.
"Yea I'm fine." He said gruffly as he reached down repositioning his hard cock. He cleared his throat then resting his arm above his head closed his eyes.
They lay there for a couple of minutes. She was on her side facing away from him while he lay on his back. Neither touching but yet at the same time feeling the heat coming from the other's body. They each knew in themselves that they were attracted to each other but neither knew what to do about it. Marty didn't want to push her into something she didn't want and Amanda had never touched a man first before. It was always after they made the first move.
She moaned as she rolled over onto her back, her hair spilling out behind her. Marty glanced at her then went back to watching the ceiling. Amanda didn't know what to do. She wanted Marty to touch her but she was afraid she had somehow scared him away with her earlier outburst.
