Bill dropped his speed. The rain battering against the silver Mercedes was making driving conditions ever more difficult and the growls of thunder and flashes of lightening added an eerie quality to their journey. It was in keeping with the couples' mood.
The sinister happenings that had started a month ago were now coming to a head.
While there were still some pieces of the jigsaw missing, he had enough information to convince him that the significance of whatever was occurring across the world was huge. Finding the right person to share his concerns was essential, which was the reason he and Susie had undertaken the long journey in the middle of such a violent storm.
"You okay?" he asked, glancing sideways at his young girlfriend.
She nodded and pulled the black car coat more tightly around her naked body. "I'm okay, thanks. How much further?"
"Not long," he sympathetically answered, one hand pulling uncomfortably at his still damp white boxers. The clothes that were sodden from their earlier excursion in the heavy rain were spread on the heated seats in the rear of the car. They should be fully dry by the time they arrived and would provide a welcome relief from his semi nakedness. Even with the car heaters turned on full, he was feeling the chill.
"Turn left at the crossroads," Susie told him, glancing across at the directions displayed on the Mercedes' satellite navigation system. They'd driven along so many country roads he'd have been lost without it. "Then we're just half a mile away."
He nodded. Despite having gone so long without sleep, the adrenalin running through his body ensured he remained wide awake. There was still a substantial amount of work to be completed tonight. Reaching Steve Russo's home was one thing, but explaining the problem and convincing him of the danger was something else. Two strangers turning up unannounced at his home at four in the morning wouldn't help their credibility.
It seemed Susie's thoughts were aligned to his. "Should we have called him?"
"No way. Not until we're sure..."
He paused, the implications of the unfinished sentence hanging in the air between them like the Sword of Damocles. They fell silent, lost in their separate thoughts.
Bill took the left indicated by the sat nav and headed along the minor road that ran parallel to a high wall. At first it looked like a back road to nowhere but within a couple of hundred metres they'd reached an entrance on the other side of the road. He parked the car on the grass verge opposite, his keen eyes taking in the height of the protective wall and the wrought iron electric gates guarding the entrance. Gaining access without being seen wasn't going to be easy.
"What now?" she asked.
It was a good question. "First things first," the forty-year old man answered, buying himself some time. Turning in his seat, he reached into the back of the car. "Let's get dressed."
Her hand on his arm stopped him. He turned back and saw that she'd slid the coat from her shoulders, displaying her rich, ebony body to his gaze. His eyes wandered across those large thrusting breasts with their dark nipples and he felt the immediate stirring in his loins.
"I need it again," she whispered, reaching across to his boxers.
He knew this was part of the problem, too. Whatever they'd done to his girlfriend, there'd be no stopping her until her need for sex was—temporarily at least—sated. He was also starting to believe that the aphrodisiac running through her body had nothing to do with any normal drug. Any doubts he had about being able to rise to the challenge—again!—disappeared as her talented mouth brought him to full hardness with relative ease.
"That's good, Bill," she huskily breathed as she took hold of the base of his cock. Another crackle of lightening lit the sky, highlighting their bodies as she crawled across the leather seat. Straddling him ungainly with one leg, she lowered her curvy black body onto his. "Very good..."
***
Steve Russo stared out of his bedroom window, watching the rain bounce off the outhouse buildings. The thunder and lightning that alternated in the dark was spectacular. He loved nights like this. Or was it the morning? After the night he'd had, he'd lost track of time. Turning to glance across at the room, the small bedside clock registered four am.
The sound of the shower came to a dripping stop at the same time as another crackle of lightening lit the sky. He watched the surrounding area light up before instantly plunging into darkness again. Within a few seconds, the door to the en suite bathroom opened.
The light from the bathroom behind her silhouetted the petite Indian beauty. She was naked except for the small white towel wrapped around her wet hair and his gaze ran approvingly over her slender body. The thin black landing slip complimented her deep brown skin and the diamond in her belly button glinted sexily as she walked towards him.
Although her breasts were smaller than his usual preference, he loved the way her perfect dark nipples sat so high on the curves. They'd felt so hard in his mouth.
Leila—yes, that was it. He'd been trying to remember the air hostesses' name for the last couple of hours. 'Baby' had sufficed during their lovemaking. He'd slept with hundreds of women in his time, many more than he could remember. Her name may have slipped his mind, but he'd always remember everything else about her.
"My God, it's spectacular out there," she murmured, her eyes drawn to the flash of lightning that seemed to pin Russo's solid frame against the window frame. In just his pyjama bottoms, he looked every inch as sexy as he had when she'd first undressed him. A fraction over six feet, his muscular build was testament to the two-hour workout he religiously undertook first thing each morning. Despite his age, he was in great condition.
She slipped an arm around his waist and snuggled into him, loving that manly smell. He'd been every bit as good in bed as Stephanie had told her and she had no reservations about her Swedish friend having bedded him first. She'd never been a jealous girl. When his hand caressed her ass, she giggled but pulled away. "I'm going to be late..."
Gathering her clothes that were scattered around the floor, she dropped them onto the bed and flopped down beside them. Despite the lateness of the hour, she took her time pulling on her thigh highs. The way his gaze scrutinized every movement gave her goose bumps.
She made a show of smoothing each into place. Give him something to think about until they met again. And they would be meeting again...
"Don't look at me like that, Steve," her soft Indian voice teased, before she rose gracefully from the bed to allow him to do just that. "I go on duty at Heathrow at eight."
She paused as she reached for her lacy boy-shorts. The way his sexy eyes were devouring her body was making her moist again. No, she didn't have time—did she? Holding the underwear on her little finger, she swirled it in the air until it flew off at an angle.
"Oops..." she huskily murmured. She dropped one hand to her hip and slid a finger into her mouth, Lolita-style. "Did you phone for a taxi?"
"It'll be here inside half an hour," he told her, catching onto her mood. With a knowing grin, he unfastened his pyjama bottoms and dropped them to his feet. His cock was fully erect.
She slowly swayed back across the room and gently pushed him backwards until he was framed against the cold glass of the window. They'd have twenty minutes at most. Taking hold of his arms, she spread them either side onto the thin frame that ran along the window.
Sliding to her knees, her full lips kissed around his hard shaft before she took him inside her mouth. She needed to taste that delicious cock again before letting him fuck her one final time...
