Sheridan carefully backed her car out of the parking space at the grocery store, when a car cam hurtling around the corner at breakneck speed.
The crash of metal made Sheridan's skin crawl. She opened the door and shakily climbed out. She wasn't hurt, just startled.
A man was climbing out of the Mustang that had just crushed the back end of her car.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, bitch?" he ranted at her. "Don't you know how to look before you back out of a parking space?"
"I was looking," Sheridan retorted. "You have wrecked my car! How am I supposed to get home? Furthermore, you could have seriously injured me."
The man suddenly noticed that she was a beauty, with a short cap of blond corkscrew curls and huge blue eyes. She was slender, with a full set of tits shown to advantage by her body-hugging dress.
He assumed a contrite look. "Hey, I'm sorry, I really am. Come sit in my car and I'll give you the number to my insurance company. I'm Drake, by the way."
Sheridan smiled. "Sheridan." She followed Drake to his car and sat there while he wrote out the number, his policy number, and his name and number.
"I'd really like to make it up to you," Drake said, raking a hand through his thick dark hair. "I'm not usually so reckless."
"It's no problem," Sheridan replied. "I'll just call a taxi."
"Let me take you home."
"It's not necessary," Sheridan replied, and she felt guilty when she noticed the crushed look on his face. She laid her hand on top of his.
"I have your number. Maybe some other time."
Drake captured her hand in his and brought it to his mouth, kissing the fingertips one by one.
Sheridan wasn't prepared for the jolt of electricity that shot through her. She didn't resist when Drake pulled her close and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She moaned against his mouth when he moved a hand up to cover her tit.
Drake took the kiss even deeper, then pushed her dress up to her hips and tugged aside the crotch of her pink silk thong. He ended the kiss and gazed hungrily at the wetness seeping from between her thighs. Sheridan was panting.
"What do we have here?" he said, flicking a finger across the wet folds. "A hot little cunt just begging to be sucked. Isn't that right, slut?"
Sheridan, a fan of dirty talk, nodded. Drake lowered his head and licked the sensitive flesh between her thighs. "Mmmm . . . so hot and wet. Ask me for more, slut."
"Oh, God, Drake . . . suck my pussy!"
Drake slipped his tongue in between the folds and nudged her clit hard with his tongue. Sheridan shivered as he lapped at her gash. She ejected a fresh stream of pussy cream onto his tongue and he lapped it up. "Tastes good, whore. I want you to suck my dick like the little whore you are. I want you to suck it and swallow my jism."
