Chapter 10: Dark Obsession
The battered black pickup with the deeply tinted windows nosed in between two parked cars, where the driver could watch Jessica unseen. She didn't notice the truck as she exited her rented Taurus and went into the downtown market. The driver watched, however, fascinated by the movement of her hips as she walked. He imagined them free of the little white shorts they were encased in, those firm globes revealed to him as he bent her over. He could imagine stabbing his cock into their apex, and hearing her squeal. How sweet that moment would be!
Once Jess had entered the store, he leaned back into the seat and closed his eyes, now remembering the girl from yesterday morning. What a sexy little thing she'd been, and how gullible and trusting, too! He was hard, remembering, and he dropped his hand onto the massive cylinder of flesh that lay along one thigh, absentmindedly stroking the hardness that threatened to split the denim of his jeans. She'd noticed that lump, too; that little thing, almost as soon as she settled into the truck seat. She'd made no pretense of ignoring it. He smiled, thinking back to that first meeting with her.
"Hey, where you headed?" he'd asked her, as he pulled up in front of the bus stop bench. She was pretty, a couple of years younger than him, he supposed, and married, judging from the ring on her finger. "You want a ride, or do you want to sit on that old bench half the day?"
She'd smiled, at first not committing herself, but soon considered how nice it would be to ride in his air-conditioned truck, compared to that crowded old city bus. Plus, he wasn't bad-looking, she reasoned. She came over to the truck window and spoke to him when he asked where she was headed.
"Um...to work, I guess," she said, kind of shyly. She wore a dark blue Wal-Mart smock, and looked every bit the innocent little thing. He wasn't fooled, though. He could see the look in her eyes...that kind of far-off look that signaled to him that she might be unhappy with her life, and might welcome a new 'adventure.' His eyes met hers, and he smiled. He could certainly give her an adventure!
"Hop in," he said, leaning across and opening the door for her. "We'll work on getting you where you need to go."
She slid onto the seat, her eyes glancing at him as she did. When she noticed the bar of flesh laid out along his leg and stretching the material of his jeans, she couldn't look away. Her tongue touched her upper lip unconsciously, and the term "trouser snake" came immediately to her mind. He was big...bigger than her husband on his best night!
Jonis Owens was a sexual animal. Always had been, even back in high school. Lean and muscular, with a laborer's body, he seemed to have more in common with a wolf than a human. He was somehow feral-looking, and moved with a surprising grace. This had a peculiar effect on women, attracting them until they learned his motives.
He had always been abnormally large, and was almost always hard. He kept his mind stimulated with images of 'his' women, whether he ever actually knew them or not, and he masturbated many times each day. It was as natural as breathing, to him. This kept him constantly on a sexual edge, and got him into trouble, more often than not. It had once led to him hastily leaving Dry Valley, when that little Scout bitch decided at the last minute that she didn't want to put out. "Well, she did, despite what she said!" he thought. "That moment will soon be repeating itself!"
He thought of the girl again. She was cute, in a trailer-trash sort of way. Short brunette hair, nice tits under that Wal-Mart smock, and tight black slacks that hinted of muscular legs and a sweet, plump pussy. He doubted she'd had many lovers, though. Probably married the first guy that got into her pants, and considered herself happy, at least for the first year or so. Now, she might be eager for something else. These small-town girls were all horny! The tattoos covering each of his arms seemed to fascinate her, and she asked about them.
"Hell, they're just mementos," he said, and flexed his muscles as he showed them off.
Jonis chatted up the girl, and within two miles had her convinced that she didn't want to go into work today. Her eyes kept drifting to his erection, and he didn't fail to notice this fact. When he suggested that she forget work and go party with him, she smiled seductively and said, "You don't think I'd get into trouble, do you?"
He looked pointedly at the slab along his thigh and back at her. "Think you can handle this sort of trouble?" he asked, and smiled. She laughed, nervously, then licked her lips.
"I could sure try," she said, smiling back at him.
He pulled into a thicket off the small highway and shut off the motor. Within five minutes, she was bobbing her head aggressively over his lap, her hands clutching at the denim as she yanked at his jeans. She couldn't wait to have him inside her! He raised his hips and allowed her to peel his pants and underwear down onto the tops of his work boots, watching her pretty face all the while.
"That's it. Keep sucking, baby," he urged. She did, even while her hands went to the snap of her own slacks. She climbed onto her knees on the seat as she pushed down at the waistband, and her ass came into view. Nice and white, it was, the pink outline of her panties just creasing the cheeks. Jonis pushed her head down onto his cock with his left hand, while his right snaked between her legs.
Her moan was strangled as his finger entered her, her throat full of his throbbing meat. She spread her legs, though, and arched her back as his finger thrust up into her sloppy center, again and again. The sounds of her wetness filled the air, and he breathed deeply as her musk permeated the cab of the truck. It hardened him even more. He loved this: raw, gutteral sex, with no need for romance.
