'Hey, beautiful!'
I look around searchingly, where did it come from, and is it directed at me?
It's clearly directed at me, a decidedly attractive man of about thirty is leaning against the door of a huge full-size pickup truck with a broad grin in my direction, it's a bright red Toyota Tundra, almost new by the looks of it, and clearly customized. Two of my favorite things: a hot guy and a beautiful car.
'Hi,' I say, pleasantly surprised, and walk towards him with a sway of my hips. Exactly what I need after a week of intensive work and long hours, a bit of horizontal relaxation. Besides, I have been in a dry spell for far too long already. And I won't turn down a ride in this glorious monster either.
Something you should know about me: I'm a sucker for cars, especially fast sports cars and cool pickup trucks. Men with such a ride under their asses have an advantage with me. Yes, I know, that sounds superficial, but believe me, I am not entirely devoid of depth, if necessary, I can effortlessly entertain the most profound conversations about the most diverse subjects, but cars, that is just my thing.
I have just fled the pub, too much testosterone, too many grabby hands, too much breath smelling of alcohol, too little supply in the way of hot guys. So, I left a bit earlier than usual, and still stone-sober.
Besides cars, I am also a great lover of sex, uninhibited sex, the wilder the better, and the combination with big or fast cars is the ultimate as far as I am concerned, I have already dishonored many a pickup bed or bonnet with great pleasure and dedication, not to mention back seats.
'Wow,' I say in admiration, 'yours is really big.'
He nods, with a proud smile, 'it is, right? It's a 2023 Toyota Tundra Capstone Hybrid CrewMax, V6, 8-speed, leather upholstery-'
'Ho-ho-ho,' I laugh, 'sounds like you want to sell it to me, but I'm already sold,' I flirt shamelessly, running my fingers over his broad chest clad in a tight white T-shirt, 'you had me with V6...'
'Hmm,' he grunts, clearly pleased with my reaction, 'the only thing it doesn't have is a gorgeous hot girl in the passenger seat, want to fix that?'
'I won't turn that down,' I chirp, 'this really is one of the biggest I've ever seen, I'm impressed.' The biggest part isn't entirely true, but men always like to have their egos stroked a bit, so, no big deal, right?
'So, eh...?' he looks at me questioningly.
'Jessica,' I say, 'Jess will do too.'
'I'm Mike,' he responds, his voice suddenly sounds sultry, 'so, Jess, how about I treat you to a ride, there's a blanket in the back,' he points in the direction of the truck bed.
How romantic, I think cynically. But who cares, at least he's up front about what he's after, that's worth something, I guess.
So, I let him hoist me into the truck bed where there's indeed a blanket spread out, at least he's well prepared. The next moment I feel two strong arms around me, he puts a hand on my neck and pulls me towards him. Tingling with anticipation I close my eyes and offer my lips. At first the kiss is soft, tentative, but then I feel a tongue slide into my mouth. Yippee, my hormones are screaming, here we go!
The kiss is okay. Nothing special, not of a panty melting quality, but it'll do. Mike lets me go, a broad grin on his face, he undoes his fly at an admirably fast pace -- buttons, I always find that such a trial! -- and slides his jeans down, his -- tight-fitting -- boxers come into view.
O-Oh!
I feel the blood rush to my face, and not in a good way. Shit, this is another one of those that require a magnifying glass... Abort! Abort!
But this isn't my first rodeo, so I immediately put my go-to rescue plan into action.
'You- you do have a condom with you, right?' I ask innocently, he immediately starts frantically searching through all his pockets. In the meantime, I quickly fish my mobile phone out of my back pocket.
'Shit,' I grumble. 'Hey, Mike, eh, too bad, but I must have missed a text, my dad needs me, it's an emergency!'
Mike just triumphantly holds up a condom wrapper, the disappointed look on his face is heartbreaking, I almost feel sorry for him. Almost, but it's not enough, I have strict quality standards when it comes to who I allow into my panties, mediocre kisses are one thing, but substandard equipment, that's where I draw the line.
'Another time?' he asks hopefully.
'Sure,' I say, 'I'll text you. Well, bye!'
I don't wait for it to dawn on Mike that we haven't exchanged phone numbers. I quickly hop out of the back of the truck and sprint towards the bar, where I dive into the alley that leads to the courtyard behind the bar. A moment later I hear Mike's truck start up and drive away, I breathe a sigh of relief and stroll out of the alley, heading to the spot where my own car is parked.
Hm, this was definitely a big disappointment. Although "big" might not be the best choice of words in this context...
Yeah, yeah, I know, quality comes before quantity, but as a woman you do want to FEEL like you're being screwed, don't you?
I think back to that gigantic truck, could this be a typical case of overcompensation? Maybe next time I should seduce a guy with a mini...
Iiiiiiiieeeeee!
Toot-toot-toot!
Fuck! My heart almost shoots up in my throat, what kind of an idiot is that! Irritated, I turn around and to my amazement I see a bright pink mini-Cooper with screeching brakes come to a stop right next to me. The door swings open and a young guy starts to fold his limbs out of the car one by one, it's clearly taking quite an effort. Gosh, I really wonder how the hell the man got into that car in the first place!
I decide to walk over to him, curious about the how and why of this clear mismatch.
And maybe to tell him off for the fright that idiot gave me.
He has just completely freed himself from the mini and is now busy putting his clothes back in order. I am greeted with a smile from ear to ear, and a pleasant tingle goes through my body, this man is sex on a stick, a perfect specimen of the male sex if you ask me.
But I try not to show any of my thoughts, and look at him neutrally: 'Couldn't find anything smaller, did you?'
'Hahaha,' he laughs, a surprisingly deep, infectious sound, 'no, this is my sister's car. I just gave it a service and did some repairs; this is a test drive.'
Hm, I think, I wouldn't mind getting a service from him, including a test drive. Or is that maybe one and the same?
'And why the honking?'
'Oh, that, um, that's an unpleasant habit of mine,' he leans over to me confidentially, he smells nice, masculine, with a hint of eucalyptus, it throws me off my game for a moment.
'I always honk at beautiful women,' he whispers in my ear. 'But only if they're extremely attractive,' he adds when he sees my skeptical look.
Of course. An incorrigible flirt. Surprise surprise...
'But she took off like a shot?' I ask, putting on my best I'm-not-impressed face.
'Oh, no, on the contrary, she's talking to me right now,' he says with a smug grin, he makes the classic victory gesture: 'One-nil for the Charminator!'
I can no longer suppress a smile, I like him, he's funny, and very straight forward. And speaking of extremely attractive...
'You're quite brave, aren't you?'
'What do you mean,' I say innocently, but I know exactly what he means. The appreciative look that goes over my revealing outfit of ultra-short bleached denim shorts and a tiger-print cropped top with a daringly plunging neckline speaks volumes. His eyes linger for a moment on my knee-high leather boots with the four-inch heels.
'Do you ever get into trouble with that?' he asks, an amused smile playing on his lips.
'Nah, not really. Lots of free drinks, though,' I say nonchalantly.
'That I believe,' he chuckles, 'I would hand you my credit card without hesitation if I could peel you out of those clothes.'
What I said, very upfront.
'Gold or platinum?' I ask, and a wolfish grin appears on his face, I suddenly feel like a rabbit about to be devoured. And I swear to you, even his eyes look like those of a wolf, very light in color, with a dark rim, in this dim light you can't see whether they are gray, light blue, or light brown. Fascinating...
'Get in,' he grunts, he walks around the mini and throws the door open for me.
I laugh, give him another appreciative glance from top to bottom, and I think, oh why not. After my extremely disappointing experience with mini-Mike, it can only get better.
The Charminator has a wide mouth with full, extremely kissable lips. And his smile, wow!
His dark eyelashes are impossibly long, if he were a woman I'd say they were fake. Blonde curly hair, sun-bleached. And that body, mmm, long and muscular, tanned skin, at least from what I can see of it, in his tight, low-slung light gray jeans and black Jelusick T-shirt and black sneakers.
'What are you staring at me for?' he says, amused, 'get in the car, chop-chop!'
Do wolves play with their prey before they strike? I wonder. Or more importantly: does the Charminator play with his prey before he sinks his teeth into it? I do hope so.
As soon as I'm seated - and my "kidnapper" has struggled back behind the wheel - I feel a surprisingly powerful engine come to life, and the car shoots forward with screeching tires, I can just about manage to grab the dashboard to keep my head from hitting the windshield, I didn't even have time to fasten my seatbelt.
'What the fuck are you doing, you blithering idiot!' I shout, shocked to the core.
'Sorry,' he mumbles with an apologetic smile, 'I was trying to impress you, but that was clearly a bit too much.'
He slows down considerably and to my relief we are now almost at the prescribed speed limit.
'I'm Nick by the way,' he holds out his hand, palm up, I place my own hand in his, the touch causes a pleasant tingle.
'Jessica, but call me Jess, everyone does.' I sound a bit hoarse, it doesn't escape Nick, judging by his smug grin.
There is a moment of silence, but then Nick clears his throat, I brace myself, awaiting his next move, our interactions are much like a chess match.
'That tiger print,' he casts a sideways appreciative glance at my well-filled top, 'can I draw a conclusion from that?'
'Maybe...' I say, and I make a purring sound.
He chuckles, and directs his gaze back to the road.
'But if this is your sister's car, what do you drive yourself?'
'A Porsche 718 Cayman.'
Fuck.
'And a Dodge Ram 1500.'
