Listening to the weather report on the radio, she prayed they had it wrong and there wasn't going to be torrential rain and storms that night. She hated driving in the rain.
Attitude in full swing, Dave got in his car, slammed the door shut and lit a cigarette. Knowing what was coming he inhaled deeply. Blowing the smoke out through his lips, Dave started the car. Leaving the cigarette between his lips, he rubbed his left thumb over the grazed and scarred knuckles of his right hand and flexed his fingers. He knew the trouble he was in and knew the only way out. For all his outward bravado, Dave knew the truth of his situation and closed his eyes. He needed an outlet for his frustration before his temper flared again and got him into even more trouble. He knew he shouldn't risk being in an environment that could spark him off. But he, as always knew he would deal with the consequences in the later. He lived for the now so in his own words, fuck the world.
"Fuck you all!" He screamed as he jammed the car into first gear and sped off, switching his lights on as he got to the end of the road. As he pulled out onto the main road the heavens opened. Forked lightning streaked across the sky as huge heavy raindrops pounded the roof and windscreen of his car. Within seconds, the roads were becoming flooded and dangerous, the drains couldn't cope with the sudden storm. Dave grinned as he flicked ash onto the carpet and pressed his foot hard to the floor. He relished the five miles of rarely used country lanes that he would have to negotiate soon. The car sped into the darkness.
Windscreen wipers going at full speed still wasn't enough to keep the window clear. Blowers also on full did little to clear mist from the window. Cloth in hand she wiped at the mist, on succeeding in smearing the glass making it harder to see. The driver's window was cracked open a few inches to try and help the overworked blowers. She was busy wiping at the window when the left hand side off the car tilted down with a bang. The woman dropped the cloth as panic spread through her. It lasted a split second, the car was ok again, and running smoothly. "Fucking potholes." She muttered, again wiping at the window.
Something was wrong. It took a few seconds to realise how heavy the steering had become, a real pull to the left had developed. Slowing the car to a stop and pulling the handbrake on, she knew the trouble and realised that the pothole she'd hit had damaged her tyre. And now it was flat.
Stopped on the side of the road, miles from anywhere. Lightning flashed as the rain continued to lash down. She knew it was wasn't going to end anytime soon, the storm was in to stay. Knowing there was no point in putting on her jacket, she would be soaked to the skin within seconds. With an over bight bag in the boot she had a change of clothing. Taking a breath, she climbed out into the deluge. She was right, within seconds she was saturated, her clothes clinging to her. Going to the boot to get the spare and jack, the woman did her best to ignore the rainstorm and went about the business of changing the tyre.
Dave drove fast down the narrow winding road, he changed the radio station, all the shit love songs the local station played was doing his head in. Sucking on another cigarette, Dave chain-smoked his way through life, doing what he wanted, when he wanted. Fuck the consequences, and fuck anyone who got in his way. If anyone got hurt in the process, fuck it, not his problem.
The road conditions were too bad for the driving style; it was only by pure luck that he looked up at the road as he rounded a bend. The headlights and hazard warning lights registered. However reckless he was, Dave's reactions were fast. It wasn't often he'd be caught off guard or unable to react to any given situation. He hit the brakes hard, wheels locked up as the car aqua-planed. The car stopped with jolt. Dave scrambled looking for the cigarette that had dropped from his lips and landed between his legs.
Putting the smoking stick back in his lips he looked out the windscreen at the car in front of him. His eyes found the water-logged person stood at the side of the car starring back at him. Dave smiled, unable to believe who he was seeing. The person outside couldn't see him, the driving rain and headlights hid him from her view. But his headlights lit her perfectly. Dave loved what he was seeing.
Her hair no longer neat and tidy in the high pony tail. She wasn't wearing her jacket which suited Dave perfectly. The once cream blouse was now see completely transparent. She wore a bra, but it did nothing to conceal her breasts. Nipples hard and poking the fabric, Dave felt a stirring in his trousers. The woman walked to the front of her car. Dave licked his lips, "Let's see who the dickhead is now."
Dave opened the door and climbed from his car. Flicking the cigarette away he removed his jacket, threw it back into the car and slammed the door. He turned and stalked towards the woman, he stopped barely three paces from her. He was visible in her headlights as she was in his. The jack handle was in her hand. Dave wasn't interested, he was looking at her face, waiting for her gaze to rise and meet his, waiting for the recognition on her face.
She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his soaked, torn jeans as he approached. The white T-shirt as transparent as her own blouse. She couldn't help but admire the hard body behind the shirt. She could feel the beginnings of feelings she should not have been thinking. Her eyes rose and she saw his face, his intense eyes, that smile. Shit, that smile.
Dave smiled as she finally saw him, he took pleasure in the open jaw. He took greater pleasure as he saw the startled, deer caught in the headlights look on her face. The movement caught his eye. He grabbed her wrist, his grip tight. Looking directly into her eyes he growled, his voice deep and left no room for doubt. "Drop it."
The sound of iron clanging on the floor went unnoticed, all she heard was Dave, his voice controlling her. She was not in control, it partially worried her, but more, it secretly thrilled her.
He took her other wrist and pulled her close. Her chest touched his as he held her arms by her sides. Their faces, inches apart. His eyes still held her, she breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling, rubbing his.
She didn't realise he had released her hands, not until she felt her skirt being pulled up her legs and bunching around her waist. She didn't fight it, didn't want to. She was amazed she couldn't hear her beating heart above the sound of the rain, it pounded so hard in her chest. The look in his eyes was clear, she knew what he wanted, she wanted it too. All of a sudden he was gone.
Crouching down, Dave ripped her panties down, halfway down her legs he ripped them and cast the aside. He stood up, his hands running roughly up her thighs and over her mound.
Seeing the glint in his eye, she took half a step back until he grabbed her waist and pulled her in tight. He pushed her backward until her knees buckled against the bumper of her car. Ass planted on the bonnet he still pushed. One hand found her throat and easily held her as his body pushed into her, pushing her into the bonnet.
His lips found hers, his tongue invaded her mouth as he kissed her hard. His hand never left her throat, his grip never loosened as he kissed her neck, bit it. She cried out, Dave grinned and stepped back.
Tugging his belt open, she didn't move. He popped the buttons on his jeans, she didn't move. He leant down, gripped her blouse and ripped, buttons flew, she didn't move. Reaching into his back pocket, he produced a penknife. He opened it, the blade no more than three inches long. He ran the blunt side from her stomach to her bra. He flattened the blade, slipped it under and flicked his wrist. She realised how sharp the blade was when her bra separated, she didn't move. With his free hand, Dave removed the cups, her breasts at his mercy, her nipples pointing to the sky. Goosebumps covered her from the cold, from the thrill. But she felt the cold steel press her nipple flat, still she didn't move. He looked into her face and saw victory. He saw her want, her desire. He had control, he had power. She was his.
Putting the blade away, Dave reached into his open fly and pulled his rock hard length out for her to see. "Your gonna fuckin get this." Was all he said before he moved. And he moved like lightning. Hands were everywhere as he pulled her up, spun her and forced her face down across her bonnet, legs spread wide.
She gasped. In pleasure, shock, pleasure. He was balls deep in her, hands on her hips as he pounded again and again. He wasn't gentle he was fucking her, hard. He pulled her back and pounded her over and over. Her hands scrabbled fur purchase but the slick bonnet offered none. Giving in, feeling her orgasm rise quickly within her, she let her hands drop, they found purchase, found the grill. She gripped it but didn't fight, she pushed herself back, allowing him to plough her even deeper. She screamed as she came, and felt the empty hollow as he withdrew from her.
