Deserted 2

Gabe squinted against the harsh afternoon light. Even with his wrap-around shades, the glare off the furnace-hot asphalt was too intense. The sun beat down on him, seemingly trying to bake him in his leathers. The air coming in through the mesh vents felt like an open oven.

He'd normally never ride through the Mojave in the middle of the day in July, but circumstances had conspired against him. A work call on his one damned weekday off this entire quarter had pushed the start of his ride back, and then road work had caused a bunch of traffic around Vegas. He'd have lane split his way through, but ten cars from the tail of the jam he'd spotted the deep blue of a Nevada State Trooper and filed back into line. The utter bastard cop stayed ahead of him for the entire jam, two hours of stop and go traffic that would've taken him twenty minutes across the border in California.

When the blue Ford finally took an exit right as traffic started speeding up again, Gabe said a silent prayer for the cop's AC to fail next time he was stuck in traffic trying to catch poor motorcyclists.

Now, away from the city and out in the Mojave proper at the hottest time of day, all he could think about was how comfortable that fucking cop was right now, sitting in his air-conditioned cage all day. He twisted the throttle out of frustration, the engine roaring across the empty land around him. He winced at the raw note of his engine and backed off again, slowing to well below the speed limit. The heat was affecting his bike as much as it was him.

When the pinging started, he knew he was in trouble. He had water, of course, but he didn't relish waiting for the engine to cool in direct sunlight, and there wasn't a lot of damned shade to be found in the desert. He slowed even more, barely crawling along at thirty, hoping beyond hope that the next rise would reveal any shade at all.

Much to his surprise, it actually did. A small gas station, abandoned by the looks of the boarded-up windows and the one pump on its side in the dirt, but with a small awning offering enough shade for a couple of bikes and a tired rider, if the interior wasn't accessible.

Coasting down hill, he spotted a figure lounging under the little awning on a discolored plastic lawn chair, legs up on an overturned oil barrel. The heat shimmer made it impossible to tell more than that they were human. A rusty looking sedan sat a couple dozen feet away, the hood up, a plume of white smoke reaching skyward.

When he was close enough to see it was a woman in jeans and a t-shirt, he gave what he hoped was a friendly couple of honks to let her know he was coming. Sneaking up on someone wasn't his style, and he was aware of the reputation leather-clad bikers could have.

If she was worried or scared as he rolled into the unpaved gas station, she didn't show it. Auburn hair clung to her brow, and there was a smear of grease under her left eye. Her hands were filthy, and her jeans had a big, unfashionable rip in one leg.

"Heya. Mind if I share your shade?" Gabe called out from a dozen yards away.

"Not my shade, but you're welcome to it. Not like I can go anywhere in a hurry."

He walked his bike under the awning and settled it on the kickstand, hanging his open-face helmet on the handlebars. The strange woman watched him nonchalantly as he took his jacket off and draped it over the saddle. He set his gloves on top.

She ignored his outstretched hand as he introduced himself.

"Gabe."

"Hazel."

"Yours overheat too?" Gabe nodded at the Camry, still smoking in the burning sun. He leaned against the sheet metal wall next to his bike, about as far from Hazel as he could while staying in the shade, just to give her some space.

"Worse." She tossed a chunk of metal at his feet.

Gabe wasn't an expert, but the chunk of metal had clearly been part of an engine.

"Have you called anyone?" Gabe could hear his mother's voice admonishing his sisters to never, ever admit to a strange man you were alone. He cursed himself for the bluntness of the question, but he'd just been trying to make conversation.

"Nah. My phone broke weeks ago."

He blinked. He'd expected an evasive answer, or an ETA for a tow truck, or something, but definitely not this casual denial.

Gabe listened to his block tick as it cooled, watching the heat shimmer on the road. He couldn't just abandon her here. He wouldn't if she was another guy, but he definitely couldn't just abandon a lone woman in the desert. He also didn't have a passenger seat on his bike, or a spare helmet, let alone leathers for her to wear.

"I can call someone for you, if you want? AAA or a tow truck? Or just a friend to pick you up?"

She shook her head. "I'll be fine."

Deciding not to push for now, Gabe sank down and sat on the ground. The heat was intense, even here in the shade. He could feel it radiating off the metal awning, a reminder of what was waiting for him back on the road. If his sense of direction held true, this place would be in the shade for the rest of the day though.

"Were you going anywhere in particular?" Gabe cursed his lack of filter. Everything he asked seemed aimed at figuring out if she was alone, and if anyone knew where she was. Ultimate creep-questions. He'd just meant to make small talk.

"Just driving, really."

"I'm heading to Barstow to see some friends."

She laughed, sounding bright and genuine. "Barstow? That hole in the ground?"

He grinned. "Mm-hmm. College buddy moved back home. I'm heading over to stay the weekend and hang out with his family."

"On a Harley, through the Mojave, in the middle of July?"

"Hey, I was supposed to be there already. I got stuck in traffic around Vegas."

"I thought people rode those, so they didn't get stuck in traffic."

"Cops in Nevada hate lane splitters. It's illegal, unfortunately."

"Hmm."

"So you're hitchhiking home, then?"

"What?"

"You don't want me to call anyone for you, and your car's clearly fucked. I'd offer you a lift, but I don't have anywhere on my bike--"

"Oh, I'm gonna fix my car. Just waiting for it to cool down."

Gabe glanced down at the chunk of metal still sitting on the ground by his feet. "You must be a hell of a mechanic."

"Is that so hard to believe?" Her tone was suddenly defensive.

"Sorry, didn't mean to imply... It's just, I'm pretty sure if bits of the block start falling off, that's gonna be a rough fix out here."

Hazel stayed quiet, staring off at the horizon. Feeling incredibly awkward, Gabe scrolled through his phone only to realize he had zero reception out here. Not even a single bar. Not even an "emergency calls only", just nothing.

Frustrated, he stuffed it back into his pocket and kicked at a rock. "Is there anything in the building?"

Hazel just shrugged.

"I'm gonna go check it out."

Half an hour of exploration answered his own question: Not much of anything. Had he been playing Fall Out, he would have been disappointed in the developers for not putting any interesting loot in the building. A couple of sets of shelves in the little convenience store that were too broken down to be worth hauling off, a freezer with the cinderblock that had broken the glass top still sitting inside, the occasional bit of broken furniture, and a whole lot of dust and sand.

He told Hazel as much as he sank back down on to the dirt in the shade. She ignored him, so he grabbed a hand full of pebbles and started tossing them at a dusty hubcap that sat a few yards away. Whenever he hit it, it made a satisfying thunk.

Trying to get the pebbles into the holes from where he sat was entertaining enough for another half an hour, and when he got bored with that, he dozed idly for a bit, half awake, half asleep in the heat of the afternoon.

When he got too thirsty to doze still, Gabe grabbed a couple of water bottles from his saddlebags. He took a long drink from one, trying not to wince at the body-temperature liquid, then splashed some on his head, getting his bandana nice and wet. He held out an unopened bottle to Hazel, who eyed it for long seconds before accepting it.

"It's still sealed, bought fresh last night. Warm as fuck, though."

He washed his hands with some hand sanitizer while she drank greedily, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand when she was done.

"Thanks."

"So how long do you think it'll take you to fix your engine?" Gabe asked, just making conversation.

"No idea."

"Do you know what's wrong with it? If bits broke off the engine, it must be serious."

"Yeah."

Gabe sighed. He was bored out of his skull and just wanted to chat to pass the time until the worst of the heat passed, but apparently Hazel wasn't interested.

"Sorry, I'll shut up. Just bored, trying to pass the time." He nodded up at the sky, the sun low and out of sight behind the building now. "I'll be out of your hair in another hour or so."

She looked him up and down as he took another sip from his water, and said, "Wanna fuck?"

He'd never done an actual spit take before. "Excuse me?"

"You're bored, I'm bored, and it's not like there's anything else to do while we wait. It's not like anyone's driving by to catch us."

"I just met you, I--"

"If you don't want to..."

"That's not what I'm saying, I--"

Hazel got up from her chair. Her voice was strained as she finished out a good stretch. "Then what's the problem?"

"I-- I'm not sure."

Gabe really wasn't sure. She was hot, and if she wanted to, why was he protesting exactly? He'd had plenty of one-night stands, but there'd been at least some kind of chase involved, some back and forth and flirting.

Hazel pulled him up to his feet. Her slate-gray eyes were level with his. She smelled of acrid smoke and motor oil and fresh sweat and travel shampoo. For a second he thought she was going to kiss him, but instead she tugged at his pants, undoing the button and tugging them down as she sank to her knees.

"Not bad," Hazel said as she gripped his rapidly stiffening cock firmly. "Not bad at all."

Gabe grinned down at her. "You think so?"

"Mm-hmm. I like uncircumcised dick." She gave it an experimental stroke, the foreskin sliding back and forth.

"Mmm, that feels good."

"Yeah?" She grinned up at him, stroking a little faster. "Not too good, I hope. Not yet."

"I'll warn you if it does."

"You'd better. And if you cum in my hair, I will kill you."

He held up his hands defensively. "Not in the hair, got it."

"This hurts my knees. I'm going to sit in the chair," Hazel announced, letting go of his cock abruptly. Gesturing at his pants, she added, "And take those off, they'll be in the way."

He stripped down, hopping on one leg, trying to get his boots, leathers and the thin jeans he wore underneath off, eventually managing to toss it all in a pile by his bike. Hazel laughed the entire time as he did his undressing dance.

"You know you could've leaned against the building, right?" she offered, after he walked back up to her, wearing just his t-shirt.

Before he could respond, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his cock, which, despite her laughing fit, was still rock hard.

"Oh fuck," he hummed. "Christ."

She went hard right from the start, her tongue undulating as she bobbed her head up and down. He let his head fall back, moaning softly. It had been a long time since he'd gotten good head. Most of his hookups didn't show any enthusiasm, which was fair enough, but he hadn't realized how much he missed it.

Hazel readjusted, and he groaned as his cock slid down her throat. She swallowed, squeezing his cock, then pulled back, grinning up at him.

"You like that?"

"Fuck yeah."

She stroked his cock idly as she grinned up at him. "Think you can keep from cumming if I keep going for a bit? I really do want you to fuck my brains out."

His cock twitched involuntarily at the image of her face down as he drove into her from behind. She squeezed it harder in response, making him groan with delight.

"Mm-hmm. I'll warn you if I get close."

"You'd better," she said, her hand sliding down to his balls, squeezing not quite gently. "Or else."

Hazel pulled him closer by his balls and wrapped her lips back around his shaft. The light pain of her grip and the exquisite heat and pressure of her throat made him hum his pleasure.

"Oh fuck, yes."

She slid him down her throat with ease, in and out at a steady pace. Her tongue did magical things he couldn't even begin to identify, but his favorite part was the eye contact. She let him see how much she loved doing this, her slate-gray eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Witnessing the pure lust in them was surreal to experience after just meeting her earlier that afternoon.

When Gabe felt himself getting close, it took a lot of willpower to push her away. Hazel sucked on it hard as she sat back upright, the head making a popping noise as it slipped from her lips. He teetered on the edge, almost painting her beautiful face, but managed to keep his orgasm at bay. A single drop of cum leaked out, running down the shaft.

"Oh fuck, that was close, huh?"

"It felt so fucking good."

"Mmm, well, how about you repay the favor?"

She lifted her butt just enough to pull one leg out of her jeans, leaving them bunched up above her knee on the other. Hazel scooted to the edge of the rickety lawn chair and spread her legs. Her underwear had a visible wet spot. "Well? It's not going to eat itself."

Gabe grinned and kneeled in the sand, adjusting so he was at least somewhat comfortable, then pulled her underwear aside. She had a shock of auburn pubic hair, and her labia glistened with her natural lubrication.

Normally, he liked to take his time, tease and built up anticipation, but his cock ached to plunge into her and she'd just leaped into the deep end blowing him too.

"Mmm," Hazel hummed as his tongue slid between her labia.

She was soaking wet, clearly enjoying the blowjob almost as much as he had. He did his best to read her reactions, do what felt good for her. This was his favorite part about being with someone new, finding out what they both liked, how they could get each other to new heights. She moaned readily, the sound unfamiliar in the open, abandoned desert.

"Oh fuck, you're good at that," she moaned, stroking his hair and pulling one leg up against her chest.

He zeroed in on what made her react the strongest -- slow circles of his tongue around her clit, an occasional flick directly across the sensitive nub, then more circles -- and kept a steady rhythm. The gentle stroking of his hair grew more insistent, her moans louder.

"Oh fuck, don't stop, just like that, oh fuck," Hazel said, her fingers tightening in his hair, holding him steady. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Hazel screamed wordlessly, her voice carrying across the empty desert. She trembled as Gabe kept going, just as he had been, wincing through the vice grip she had on his hair, moaning softly along with her in pleasure and pain. He loved when his partners came readily and this felt like an intense orgasm despite the lack of foreplay. He slowed with the end of her orgasm, though he didn't stop.

"Fingers," Hazel said, her voice heavy with pleasure.

Gabe shifted, making room for himself, wetting two fingers in his mouth and sliding them into Hazel. She squeezed them tight and moaned as he moved them in and out. He built his tempo back up, teasing with light pressure against her g-spot on alternating strokes in and out.

"Oh fuck, yes, right there."

When he started hitting her g-spot properly, her moans turned to grunts and panted breath. He never got tired of how immediate that reaction could be, always wondering how intense the ecstasy must be.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes, harder, faster."

He slowly built up the pressure and frequency, focusing every last shred of himself into getting her off. His tongue ached and his shoulder hurt from the awkward angle he was at. His knees, dug into the rough sand, where killing him and her grip on his hair was tight enough he was worried she'd pull it out, but Gabe was in heaven, drinking in every last shred of her ecstasy as his fingers curled against her g-spot over and over again.

Hazel squirmed, bucking her hips against him, but he followed her every move, staying locked to her. Her scream of ecstasy had him grunting along with her as she came, letting him lose himself in ways he couldn't alone.

When she finally pushed him away, he left his fingers inside, waiting for her to guide him out. She lay catching her breath for a long minute, butt hanging off the end of the chair and her shirt bunched up just below her boobs, the occasional involuntary aftershock squeezing Gabe's fingers tight. He loved to see how she wrapped around his fingers. Her labia were flushed red, her clit just peeking out from the hood and glistening with his saliva. Fuck, it was hard to not just dive back in.

"God damn," Hazel finally managed.

"You like that?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Want more?"

She shook her head and got up from her chair, her knees only a little wobbly. "Just fuck me already. The back seat of my car should do."

"I don't have any condoms."

Hazel waved a dismissive hand over her shoulder as she walked into the scorching sun and towards her car. "I'm on birth control, you're fine. You can pull out if you're worried."

Briefly wondering if he should take his clothes with him, just in case anyone drove by and stopped, he followed Hazel to her car. Her ass looked amazing walking away from him, and there hadn't been any traffic on this random back road so far, so he tossed his t-shirt in the pile with his boots and pants and followed Hazel into the bright late afternoon sun.

The interior of her car smelled of acrid smoke, and even with all the windows wound down, it was incredibly hot in the full Nevada sun. He helped her shift a bag to the passenger seat and moved the chairs all the way forwards. Finding a position that worked took a bit, but eventually he found himself crouched and hunched over in the footwell with her butt on the edge of the back seat.

Sliding in felt heavenly, the heat of her enveloping him. She was still soaking wet and hummed appreciatively. She had that distant, hazy look in her eyes he loved so much in his partners.

"Oh, fuck," he said. "God, that feels good. How do you like--"

"Just shut up and fuck me."

It took him all of four strokes to start losing himself. She met every thrust with enthusiasm, bucking her hips against him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He collapsed on top of her, tried to kiss her, but went for her neck when she turned her head away.

"Don't bite," Hazel said.

Her fingernails dug into his back, spurring him on to fuck her harder. Hazel's pussy felt so amazing, and every little grunt and groan, whimper, moan, and gasp she produced drove something primal in him to give her more, give her everything he had.

Gabe slid one hand up her side, under her shirt, but she stopped him before he could slip under her bra.

"No boobs."

"Sorry."

The heat made everything sweaty, but for once, it didn't make Gabe self-conscious. Hazel's top was soaked from her own sweat as well as his, and her hair clung to her forehead. Their skin was slick with it where they met. His head swam with the need to take her, to make her cum and scream his name and empty himself all over her stomach.

Thoughts hazy, his hand slipped up again. She stiffened and pushed him up and away from her, twisting her hips to get purchase. The sudden change in body language pulled him out of the moment and he sat up, cock bobbing in the baking air of her broken down Camry.

"Sorry, I--"

"Do that again and we're done. I said 'no boobs'."

"It won't happen again."

Hazel shifted, pushing him onto his back, lying on the back seat, then settled herself on top of him. He put his hands firmly on her hips as she rocked them back and forth briefly before she leaned over into the front of the car. She dug around in her duffel bag, pulling out a pair of granny panties with holes in the sides.