I stand by the side of the road as the heavy rain continues. My white blouse is completely wet and water dripping off of my drenched jeans. Alex clings to my leg, as he shivers from the cold and the shock of our sudden eviction. I'm on the verge of breaking down but I need to be strong for him.
I give him a smile, trying to make him believe it'll be fine, as the headlights of passing cars reflect off the wet asphalt, creating ghostly glows that flicker and disappear too quickly. My heart races with each one, half-expecting someone to stop and offer help, but they all speed by, leaving us alone in the dark.
Sudden sound of leaves and footfalls makes my skin crawl. This area is known for muggings. I glance around nervously, my body tensing with each sound. The damp air clings to me, outlining my curves in the dim light. Despite everything, I've managed to stay in shape, my well-toned legs and slender waist a testament to my resilience. My blouse clings to my full breasts, the fabric molding to my hips as I try to comfort Alex.
Working as Dr. Williams' secretary has barely been able to keep us afloat. Specially, since my husband died, the rent became impossible to manage alone. I've been struggling to make ends meet. Although, enduring Dr. Williams himself is still probably the worst part. His wandering eyes and inappropriate comments make every day a living hell. Just last week, he "accidentally" brushed against my chest while handing me some files and joked about how lucky he was to have a secretary with such "assets."
"Mommy, I'm cold," Alex whispers, his voice trembling.
"I know, baby," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. I wrap my arms around him, trying to comfort him, trying to give him some warmth. "We'll find somewhere safe soon, I promise."
As I whisper reassurances to Alex, a pair of headlights slow down and come to a stop near us. My heart skips a beat, torn between hope and apprehension. The rain splashes against the car.
"Mommy, look," Alex says, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and relief. "It's Dr. Williams!"
"Maria, what are you doing out here?" Dr. Williams calls out, his voice barely audible over the roar of the rain, as he gets out and walks over to us with an umbrella.
"I...we..." I stammer, unsure how to explain.
"Get in the car," he commands, his tone leaving little room for argument. "You can't stay out here in this weather."
"I don't know..." I hesitate, tightening my grip on Alex. The vulnerability of our position makes me wary, despite Dr. Williams' familiarity.
"Maria, it's not safe out here," he insists, "Let me help you."
After a moment's pause, I nod, the weight of our situation overwhelming my hesitation. I guide Alex into the backseat and get in myself. The car's heater is a welcome respite from the cold. Alex leans against me, his eyelids heavy.
"Thank you," I murmur as Dr. Williams slides back into the driver's seat and starts the car.
"It's the least I can do," he replies
But even when he says that, I can't help but think back to earlier today, when Dr. Williams leaned a little too close while discussing my work, his breath hot on my neck as he suggested, with a sly smile, that he could "help me out" if I ever found myself in a bind. The way his hand lingered on my shoulder made my skin crawl, but I had to force a smile and nod, knowing my job was all that kept Alex and me from the streets.
We drive in silence for what feels like an eternity. The rhythmic thumping of the windshield wipers and the hum of the engine create a strange, almost hypnotic atmosphere. I keep my arms wrapped around Alex, his body slowly relaxing against mine as he drifts off to sleep. His breathing steadies, and I feel a momentary sense of relief knowing he's at least warm and safe for now.
Suddenly he breaks the silence, "What happened, Maria?"
I take a deep breath, feeling the floodgates of my emotions threatening to burst. "We got evicted," I say, my voice breaking. "I couldn't keep up with the rent after my husband died. We have nowhere else to go."
Dr. Williams listens, as I glance down at Alex, who has already fallen asleep, his small face peaceful for the first time in what feels like forever. I brush a strand of hair from his forehead, grateful for this unexpected lifeline, yet wary of the strings that might be attached.
"Thank you," I repeat, more subdued, my mind racing with uncertainties. Dr. Williams' eyes flicker back to me in the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering a bit too long, making me shift uncomfortably in my seat.
I can sense him checking me out. I'm in a thin white blouse which is soaking wet, and my black bra can clearly be seen. It's as if he's touching me with his eyes, I try to cover with my hand a bit and smile awkwardly at him. Even though I hate him so much, and his staring makes me uncomfortable, I can't say anything as I'm helpless in this rain.
"Maria," Dr. Williams' voice breaks the silence, "You can call me Mark. There's no need for formality tonight."
I'm surprised by the sudden familiarity. "Okay... Mark," I say hesitantly, the name feeling strange on my tongue after years of calling him Dr. Williams.
"Why don't you come sit up front?" he suggests, not quite asking. "It'll be more comfortable for you."
I hesitate, looking down at Alex to avoid his gaze. The backseat feels like a safe haven, a barrier between us. But Mark's eyes in the rearview mirror are insistent, and I can sense his impatience.
"Come on, Maria. It's not a request," he adds, his tone brooking no argument.
With a reluctant nod, I carefully ease myself out from under Alex, making sure not to disturb his sleep. I climb into the front passenger seat, the shift in position making me feel exposed and uneasy.
He keeps glancing at me as he keeps driving. There are no other cars around us, but he's driving very slowly.
"You do have to make it up to me, you know that Maria, right?" he asks, suddenly.
I glance up at him, confused, "Yes, sure Dr. Williams... Mark, definitely. I'll do overtime whenever you need me to."
"That's not what I meant," he says, his tone playful as he glances at my thighs, wrapped in soaking wet jeans. I look at him confused, and I figured it out. But before I could say no, I felt his hand on my thighs. "Remember I told you, I'm here to help you out." His hand, moving up and down, pressing gently, slowly moving up to my crotch. I shiver. "This is me helping you out." he says, as I stare at his ring.
I remember meeting Mrs. Williams. A lovely young lady, always smiling and always so nice to me. I grab his hand and push it away, "Thank you Dr. Williams, I'm so very grateful for your help. You and Mrs. Williams have always been so nice and kind to me."
He smiles as I say that and tangles his fingers in through mine. "Oh yes, definitely. I'm actually just coming from dropping her at her parent's house, she's gonna stay with them for the week. So you can stay with me as long as you need to. We have the house all to ourselves." He replies, as he grips my hand tightly.
I can clearly sense what's coming. Problem is, I don't know what to do. I look in the mirror, alex sleeping in the backseat. He notices that. The road is empty, if i get down, there's no way i'm getting help all night. And he knows that too. He knows what I'm thinking.
I'm suddenly brought to my senses, as I feel a hand, slowly cupping my c cup breast. I quickly look down and look at him. He smirks. "Maria, I am helping you out, won't you help me out?"
And at that moment, a bright headlight from the other side blinds us as a car crosses us, and with the honk, I hear Alex make sounds. I quickly push his hand away and look back. He moves but goes back to sleep. I look at him, and he seems irritated.
"If you can't help me Maria, I can't help you," he says.
"I... I will. But please. Not in front of my son," I reply.
He smirks and looks at the mirror, as he slows down. I look at him confused, as he stops by the side of the road. He looks at me, and leans in, pressing his lips onto mine. I try to push him away, but he grabs me and holds me there. I try to say no, but he forces his tongue into my mouth, and kisses me, biting my lips. I moan in pain as he smirks and continues to kiss me. I can feel my body giving up, he notices that too. He holds my head with one hand, as he grabs my boob with the other.
But suddenly I hear sounds coming from the backseat, and my eyes burst open. I start groaning and punching him in the chest, successfully pushing him away. I look back, as Alex falls into sleep.
I look at Mark, he's looking at me, clearly irritated. He then opens his door and gets out in the rain. I look at him, walking to my side and opening the door. He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the car, closing it behind me. "Better now? Now he won't notice us," he says, as he pushes me against the door and starts kissing me again. I'm so shocked by the whole thing that I forgot to say anything, my hands falling onto my sides, as rain pours over us. I can taste the rain water in our kiss.
He grabs my ass and continues to kiss me passionately. At this point I have completely accepted my fate. I kiss him back as I run my fingers through his hair. He presses my ass. Grabs my thighs and pulls him onto his lap. I wrap my legs around him and grab him by his shoulders. He slides a hand under my blouse, exploring my back, and grabs my throat with his other hand.
If I'm being honest, I was extremely turned on at this point. My panties are soaking wet and I cannot blame the rain for that. My loins are on fire, in the expectation of what to come. I don't want him to know, but i want him to fuck my brains out.
I kiss him hungrily, and he notices that too. He smiles into our kiss as he carries me to the front of his car. He drops me on my legs and breaks the kiss. I stare into his eyes, and I feel like he can see right through me.
"Slut," he says and smirks, as he unbuttons my blouse. I can't help but blush as I watch him. He completely unbuttons my front and leaves it there. Then he smirks and pulls up my bra with a quick tug, leaving my tits hanging out of it. "Hey!," I say, but he ignores me and leans into my breasts. He licks my cleavage and sucks on my nipples. Can't deny, his tongue feels amazing. He circles my areola with his tongue, as he pumps my other boob hard, making me moan in pain... or maybe pleasure. Fuck it feels good. Fuck i can feel my panties leaking, down my thighs. Fuck fuck fuck. It's been so long since I've been touched by a man. I haven't been with anyone since my husband died, and I felt like my toys can keep me satisfied. But fuck this feels good.
Just as this was going on, I saw a car coming from the other side, shining its bright headlight at us. Oh my god, they are gonna see us.
The car honks at us as it crosses us, flashing high beams at us. Oh my god. I go totally red in embarrassment, but he doesn't care at all. He continues to suck my boobs. He starts biting my boob and digging his nails in the other. He leaves bite marks, and scratch marks all over my boobs. Only before moving up and leaving lots and lots of hickies all over my boobs and chest.
