Recless Behaviour

Back in the day, somewhere between the dawn of disco and the rise of R&B, two strangers - destined to become lovers although they don't yet know that - meet.

Truck unloaded, job sheet signed, next stop the depot. Jack walks around the vehicle to check everything is in order before departing, which is when he finds her, crouched by the nearside front wheel, looking vulnerable and frightened.

"Please." she looks up imploringly, "help me get out of here, I'm scared." And as if on cue, Jack hears an angry voice close by.

"Seen a woman around here?" it demands of someone unseen.

Jack makes a rapid assessment of the situation: threatening male, intimidated female; he opens the passenger door.

"Quick, hop in." She looks up at the three-step entry to the cab and warily lifts a high heel.

"Really, in these shoes?"

"For Christ's sake," growls Jack, grabs the young woman by the hips and lifts the erstwhile escapee bodily up into the truck; it doesn't escape her notice that her knight in shining armour does this easily. "Duck under the dashboard," he hisses, shutting the door and clambering into the driver's side where he's about to drive off when there's a commotion outside.

"Where is she?" slurs a red-faced man in a suit, standing in front of the vehicle and blocking his exit.

"Who?" Leaning out of the window to literally talk down to the jerk, Jack feigns a bewildered expression.

"I'm looking for a girl..."

"Aren't we all," he deadpans, the joke is not well received.

"Don't take the piss, I reckon she's in your lorry, probably climbed in the back," His accuser hammers on the truck to emphasise his point and Jack seriously considers getting out and chinning him. Fortunately, he has a better idea, calmly climbs down from the cab, gestures bollock brain to the rear and opens the cargo doors to reveal nothing but a broom.

"The bitch is around somewhere," the thwarted blowhard stomps away to berate some other unfortunate and Jack drives off.

"Safe to come out now," he announces a few minutes down the road, and with more dignity than previously the pretty fugitive hops up onto the passenger seat, kicks off her shoes, tucks her feet beneath an expensive-looking dress and favours him with a beatific smile.

"Thank you, kind sir, I believe you've saved my life. I'm Bonnie by the way."

"Jack. What just happened?"

"I foolishly, in retrospect rashly, attended a business conference at the plush hotel. we just left"

"Where I just delivered new furniture..."

"The very same. Invited by a hot-shot entrepreneur who after imbibing too much alcohol at lunch decided to aggressively hit on me. I politely declined his advances and am, therefore, 'a fucking prick teasing little mare'."

"Charming," observes Jack wryly, "and then..."

"I slapped him."

"Because..."

"He grabbed my boobs."

"And then..."

"He slapped me."

"Hence the swollen lip, anyone see what happened?"

"Afraid not, we were on the patio outside the restaurant and most people were still inside eating."

"So, his word against yours."

"Powerful executive versus lowly non-entity, no one is likely to take my side. I grabbed my bag and headed to the front lobby to hail a taxi, heard his voice approaching, dodged out of a side door, hid and then you found me."

"Think he'll keep pursuing you?"

"Unlikely, good sense and self-preservation will probably prevail when he sobers up, but the whole sorry situation was a big shock." Bonnie blinks back tears, then with a fatalistic shrug produces a compact and dabs at her makeup, evidently not someone who intends to remain a victim. Jack inwardly applauds her courage.

"Where are you heading?" he enquires, almost as an afterthought.

"Anywhere but there," she responds ruefully, "since you ask, London, are you going that way?"

"Northern outskirts any good?"

"Any chance you could drop me at a tube station?"

"Consider it done, we should arrive in about an hour."

"When I dressed this morning," Bonnie looks dubiously around the spartan cab, "I didn't envisage ending up in such surroundings. Speaking of which, when I climb down, I'm not risking laddering these nylons, they cost an absolute fortune, mind if I take them off?" Not waiting for a reply, Bonnie languorously extends each leg in turn, places dainty feet on the dashboard and carefully rolls down the silky hose to expose cutely painted toes. All the while Jack struggles to avoid this entrancing display and keep his eyes resolutely focused on the road ahead.

"Sorry about the impromptu striptease," says Bonnie with unconvincing innocence, smiling impishly, "very naughty of me."

"Bloody hell," complains Jack vehemently, "that display was almost a fatal distraction."

"I do tend to be impetuous, hence my current predicament."

They chat easily for the rest of the journey, Jack more articulate than she expected, but then maybe, Bonnie reflects, that's making patronising assumptions about people in manual jobs. Gradually her sparky personality returns and the two discover common interests in music and books. Superficially they make a mismatched couple; she upmarket, svelte and chic with blue eye shadow and pink lipstick, he workaday and muscular in T-shirt and jeans, hair unfashionably short.

All too soon Jack halts at a suburban rail station, vaults easily from the cab and chivalrously lifts Bonnie down from her high perch, trying not to obviously ogle her shapely body.

"You're a gentleman," she says, reluctant to part.

"And you're welcome," replies Jack, experiencing much the same emotion. "Look, here's my number, phone me later so I know you're okay, leave a message if I'm out. I'd like to meet again under less dramatic circumstances."

"I'm enormously grateful," Bonnie spontaneously hugs him and delivers a perfunctory peck to Jack's cheek. "Oh, what the hell," she kisses her rescuer again, this time on the lips. "Ouch, I forgot the bruise. Worth it though, what's a little pain? Bye."

When Jack arrives home the following day the light on his answering machine is flashing, the accompanying voice message sweet and full of promise: an invitation to her home next weekend. Come Saturday Jack is in Docklands, met by Bonnie at a scruffy station well off the River Thames tourist trail.

"Hi," she says, welcoming him with an ebullient smile, "My place is a short walk from here." Arm in arm, the two head east. In contrast to their previous chaotic encounter, she wears a simple summer dress, flat sandals and the merest hint of make-up, an ensemble he finds beguiling. Perhaps Bonnie is trying out a different persona, innocence personified? Jack suspects she may have several. They're ambling happily through back streets when familiar chimes herald an ice cream vendor's van.

"Buy a girl a cornet," pleads Bonnie, "I'm temporally financially embarrassed." Jack gallantly purchases a '99 Flake', embellished with a stick of chocolate, which she suggestively consumes like the girl in the famous Cadbury's TV advertisement...

To Jack's surprise instead of the modest bedsit he'd envisaged, Bonnie's home is a loft, high within a rundown warehouse.

"My dad owns the whole block it's going to be apartments eventually," she says anticipating his question.

"Is living here legal?"

"Sure, well probably," she replies, gesturing vaguely at the spartan fittings; rudimentary kitchen in one corner, toilet and basic shower boxed into another. Makeshift workspace in front of floor-to-ceiling windows and a large bed set incongruously in the centre of the room next to a battered sofa.

"Bit chilly in the winter..." Jack observes and Bonnie nods affirmation, shivering at the recollection.

"Freezing sometimes, I'm a sort of unofficial caretaker, mainly to keep in with Dad, although it being rent-free is a bonus."

"About your reason for being at the hotel..." ventures Jack.

"What I told you was true," Bonnie answers defensively.

"Perhaps not the entire truth..."

"What do you mean?".

"While I don't doubt that unpleasant bloke tried it on and was roundly rebuffed, I suspect the encounter was more complex?"

"Er, yes," Bonnie confesses. "He's a business rival of my father. Thought if I could get some inside information on his development plans, it might help dad out."

"I'm guessing you charmingly ensured his glass was kept full at lunch, suggested a walk somewhere quiet to cajole him to talk freely, perhaps divulge a commercial confidence or two, and then it all went wrong."

"Pretty much," admits Bonnie. "But that doesn't justify his behaviour," she adds fiercely.

"True, you dressed to impress, not issue an open invitation."

"Exactly," she sounds relieved to be vindicated.

"However, we should also factor in your leggy tempt and tease routine in my truck, sat next to someone about who you knew nothing. I'd say you acted very recklessly."

"Well, it sounds bad put like that, but I intuitively knew I'd be safe in your company. "

"I'm flattered, but it could easily have been a case of out of the frying pan and into the fire. Truck drivers aren't renowned for their progressive attitudes toward women."

"You seemed different, not how I imagined someone in your job."

"Got many points of comparison?"

"None," Bonnie is put on the back foot.

"So, based on a 10-minute acquaintance you were considering what, Pygmalion in reverse?"

"Perhaps I just wanted a bit of rough," Bonnie replies spiritedly.

Jack carefully considers this last revelation.

"So, I'm here today why exactly?" He enquires after a long pause.

"I wanted to thank you properly for saving me."

"Intriguing," responds Jack, beginning to fathom where this coy exchange might be leading.

"Thought I might seduce you," she arches her eyebrows, voice dropping to a husky drawl. "Although, since you now appear to be cross with me, I'm clearly not very good at it."

"I'd say you were very accomplished, although perhaps not in the way you intend," Jack is, to say the least, enamoured. "However, there remains the issue of your self-described impetuous actions."

"I'm a young woman trying to be independent and succeed on my terms, at least, as far as a girl who relies on her absentee father for the roof over her head can," Bonnie is evidently not without some self-awareness. "You may be right in saying I acted rashly. Perhaps someone should take me to task?"

"We appear to be on the same wavelength," observes Jack.

"How very convenient," whispers Bonnie, moving closer, a palpable erotic tension simmering between them.

By unspoken consent, they kiss, first warm and sensually, then with avid abandon. Jack strokes the curve of her neck, hands on Bonnie's waist as her firm boobs press into his chest, nipples straining against the thin fabric of her dress. She meets his gaze, mixed emotions reflected in her expression, wary yet excited, unsure how events might unfold.

Their thrilling coalition continues, tongues darting and swirling. Beneath her skirt, Jack caresses Bonnie's satin-smooth bare inner thighs, working upwards until his fingers press against the damp fabric of skimpy knickers. Aroused and excited, Bonnie opens her legs, wordlessly permitting access to her neatly trimmed pussy.

"Oh my!" Bonnie gasps as two digits gently invade her moist labia, probing and circling; she feels his cock stiffen and moans softly, eyes closed, a blissful expression on her face, urgently grinding

against him. With a series of shuddering gasps and whimpers, overwhelmed by this expert finger-fucking, Bonnie orgasms, the scent of her arousal lingers in the air.

"Christ! she exclaims, shakily stepping from Jack's embrace, "I didn't expect things to get serious quite so quickly." Sensing his equally pressing need, the wanton hitchhiker frees Jack's engorged member and delivers an enthusiastic, albeit slightly clumsy blowjob, almost as if for the first time.

Forming her lips into a perfect 'O', Bonnie pauses, seemingly recollecting a mental image, then takes him into her hot mouth, sucking and bobbing her head while simultaneously squeezing the base of Jack's rigid rod. Within a few euphoric minutes, he approaches the point of no return.

"I'm going to come," Jack warns in strained tones.

"Do it." She looks up at him, eyes shining, gently grazes the tip of his already seeping cock with pearl white teeth and he's lost,

pumping into her mouth. Bonnie gulps and gasps, somehow managing to swallow every drop before standing with a triumphant smirk.

"Wow," says Jack much impressed, "are you okay?"

"It's rude to talk with one's mouth full," mumbles Bonnie.

"I'd say that was a very promising start..." suggests Jack.

"Now that we've broken the ice..." she impishly agrees.

Suddenly, there's a radical change in Jack's demeanour.

"Right young lady, time I dealt with your bad behaviour," he announces sternly. Before she can consider the implications of this statement Bonnie is pinned face down across Jack's lap, dress hoisted to her waist, tiny silk panties taken down and tangled around trim ankles. Ignoring shocked protests, he begins to spank her delectable rear curves, palm impacting loudly across the full expanse of her peachy posterior.

Smack after smack, each a fraction harder than the last, Bonnie squirming and complaining as a confused mixture of sensations suffuse her blushing buttocks. Jack pauses, tenderly stroking and soothing the warm-to-the-touch skin and straying between her thighs as Bonnie lewdly pushes back against his delving fingers.

"You appear to have got my mojo running, it's like being rewarded for being naughty," she observes, looking over her shoulder to ruefully survey two glowing moons.

"How's your seduction attempt progressing?" enquires Jack.

"You seem to be possessing me rather than my enticing you," replies Bonnie. "Having been rendered suitably submissive I'd like you to fuck me properly, please."

Needing no second invitation, Jack helps the errant minx to her feet and pulls her close to sit and straddle his pulsing member.

"Bloody hell," whispers Bonnie approvingly as she grasps his cock, moving the tip towards her moist and slightly gaping pussy. Gazing at Jack adoringly, she gingerly lowers herself down on his erection. Inch by inch, Jack eases into her hot velvet slot and discovers that despite being wet she is very tight indeed.

Bonnie slowly moves back and forth, taking his thick manhood further into her welcoming tunnel of love. He proceeds gently, watching her delighted, mouth-open-in-awe expression as she adjusts to his girth.

Now in tune with each other's bodies, they synchronise their pace, up the tempo and move rhythmically together, Bonnie groaning and gasping as she rides her cowboy. As his climax inexorably approaches, Jack grasps her hips, impaling Bonnie forcefully on his erection. Christ, I'll be sore later - a red-smacked bum and well-fucked pussy, thinks Bonnie as with a cry of triumph she feels him come. Who's in charge now baby, she muses as Jack's shuddering climax triggers her own orgasm. The two hold each other tightly for several minutes, lost in the moment.

"That was the first time, my initiation." Without warning, Bonnie blithely drops this conversational bombshell.

"What!"

"Don't panic I'm not some innocent, exploited virgin. You didn't deflower me, my hymen was long gone, pussy probed by sex toys and female fingers, just not by a man's cock."

"How the hell..."

"Sent to a girl's boarding school when an impressionable teenager, a hothouse of female hormones and Catholic guilt.

I like men, some of my best friends are men, but the guys at Uni and since, mainly straights, stoners and rugger buggers, didn't turn me on. On the other hand, a couple of girls did, I think might be bi-sexual." Bonnie views Jack's bemused expression with amusement and presses on with her eccentric explanation.

"Pretty much from the moment we first met I decided you were the one to dispense with my tiresome virginity; you may have noticed I like to live in the moment."

Jack attempts to get a grip on this series of startling revelations.

"If I'm truly your first heterosexual fuck," he views her in wonder, "what further surprises do you have in store, perhaps it was your first spanking too?"

"Correct."

"Verdict?"

"Never going to be a main course but an amazing aperitif."

"And the BJ?"

"My maiden voyage so to speak, I thought it went rather well."

"Five stars, how did you know what to do?"

"News just in, girls talk, and some read and watch porn too. Oh, and in case you're wondering, the other day was also the first time I wore stockings. I now fully appreciate the effect they have on men - you all react like Pavlov's dogs."

"Charming. It seems you lured me here under false pretences."

"Or I just needed to be sure, not all my choices are whimsical."

"Did you enjoy the sex?" Jack enquires, like he doesn't know.

"Wonderful," she favours him with a sultry look. "Coming with a big cock inside me was very different to doing the deed with a vibrator. Don't get swollen-headed about the 'big' though," she giggles, delighted by her unintentional pun, "as you pointed out earlier, I've no basis of comparison."

"Care to repeat the experience?"

"Yes! Let's get down and dirty again right now," Bonnie grins wickedly, "I've come twice, let's try for a hat-trick. Hope you can manage?" she adds cheekily, "after all you're older than me."

"Is that a problem?" Jack appears unfazed by the observation.

"Only if you slip from masterful, which I like, to dominant, which I don't. I'm looking to expand my horizons, not be controlled."

"Spanking isn't domination?"

"Nope."

'Because?"

"I agreed to it. Confident that if I protested, you'd back off at once. We've been unconsciously testing each other, you took a gamble taking the lead, and so did I by playing along."

"Game on then?"

"Feel free to guide me." Bonnie takes Jack's cock in her hand, wraps her fingers around the shaft and soon has his manhood standing proud. "Seems you're very ready to go. Goodness, that's hard." She lies back on the sofa and parts her legs invitingly. "I need to feel you inside me."

They resume fucking, slower this time, Bonnie on her back, Jack on top. Her pelvis undulates sensually, and he slides easily in and out of Bonnie's lust-engorged pussy while simultaneously squeezing her tender buttocks, a mix of pain and pleasure so intense she almost orgasms there and then. Jack pauses, holds back momentarily then pushes back in powerfully, evoking rapturous moans of pure pleasure.

"You like that, don't you? Well just remember you asked for this,"

growls Jack. Bonnie writhes beneath him, loving his masculine weight bearing down between her thighs. Wraps her ankles around his waist, urging him on, eyes glazed and mouth slack, an expression of wide-eyed pleasure on her face.

"God, that's so good!" she gasps ecstatically then, body trembling, legs shaking and back-arching, Bonnie comes, her pussy contracting around Jack's spasming cock as she reaches her happy ending in unison with his climax, jizz spilling down her perfect thighs. He holds Bonnie close, whimpering and quivering as intense orgasmic aftershocks ripple on and on through her entire body.

"What else do you do, apart from misplaced attempts at espionage," he asks as they bask in a hazy postcoital afterglow.

"I'm a book illustrator, hence this messy studio, but enough about me, you seem to have gleaned an awful lot about my life story - what about yours? I'm guessing there are more strings to your bow than truck driving?"

"You're right, I get behind the wheel intermittently, when the mood takes me or I'm broke, it's a great way to stay grounded."

"And the rest of the time?"

"I'm a writer."

"So, this might form the basis of a story."