her.
Chapter 5
Missy and James rushed to correct their clothes. Missy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. When she backed away, he whispered, "Who the hell ARE you, Missy Raven?"
Missy grinned mysteriously in response. Then she pranced around the car, popped the trunk, and produced a small backpack. She glided back to James, tossing the car keys onto the car seat on the way.
"We gotta get a new ride," she commented.
James' brow furrowed. "Um, what? What are you talking about?"
"I've been driving this long enough, we gotta ditch it."
"Missy, seriously, I'm drunk and just got my brains fucked out. Clarify please?"
Missy giggled. "Jimmy, I STOLE this car. An d now we're gonna STEAL another."
James guffawed. "Jesus, Missy. Any other person on Earth I would know they were joking, but… How do you have the keys if you stole it?"
"You wouldn't believe the numbnuts that leave their keys in their cars!" Missy related conspiratorially. "And, now we're gonna find ourselves another ride with the keys in it." James gaped at her. "Trust me," she assured, flinging her back pack over one shoulder. "I have amazing luck with this."
The couple separated to stroll around the lot scoping vehicles.
"Hot damn," Missy cried, standing next to a Harley Davidson. James walked up next to her and saw to his amazement that the motorcycle had the keys in it. "Can you drive this?" Missy asked, placing a hand on his chest and looking at him with raw lust in her eyes.
James had never once in his life even considered riding a motorcycle. "Sure, kitten," he drawled, climbing on. "Come on! Let's go."
Chapter 6
Somehow they managed to make it away from the bar without alerting anybody with the bike's loud pipes. He got the hang of the bike without a hitch. Awareness of Missy's laughter and vibrating breasts against his back had him hard again.
As the night grew older they rode, Missy's arms wrapped around him and stroking his chest. Eventually they saw the lights of a roadside service station.
"Hey, baby, stop there, I need the lady's room," Missy said, her breath hot against his ear.
They pulled into the deserted gas station. At four am, it was amazing the tiny place was open. Missy and James wandered inside. She scampered away to find the head. James looked around, picking up a six pack of beer and a pair of jeans from a small clothing display. When Missy rejoined him, he politely asked her if she wanted anything.
"Just some gum, please," she told him with a smile and a peck on the cheek.
Together they approached the counter and the decrepit old man sitting behind it half asleep. James placed their items on the counter and smiled pleasantly.
Missy reached into her bag and produced a revolver, which she trained on the cashier.
The mouths of both the old man, and James Kirk dropped open as she put her bag on the counter.
She brandished her gorgeous smile on the old man. "Now, you know I'm not gonna hurt you, sugar, long as you just be a good boy and empty the register into the bag."
The man moved slowly and complied with his angelic assailant. She kept her gun and her smile focused on him. As the man finished loading the bag, James stuffed his items into the bag and scooped it up. Missy leaned acros s the counter and kissed the old man, making sure to give him a good glance at her heavenly tits. Laughing, the couple ran from the store, hopped on the bike and sprayed gravel as they peeled out.
"Fuck! I almost dumped the bike pulling out of there, Missy," he yelled over his shoulder with another belly laugh.
She laughed again too. "You did?"
"Yeah, I have no clue how to drive this thing!"
"Jimmy!" she hollered, feigning disdain, "you dirty liar!"
"A dirty liar for a dirty, DIRTY girl!" James replied.
After they put
Chapter 5
Missy and James rushed to correct their clothes. Missy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. When she backed away, he whispered, "Who the hell ARE you, Missy Raven?"
Missy grinned mysteriously in response. Then she pranced around the car, popped the trunk, and produced a small backpack. She glided back to James, tossing the car keys onto the car seat on the way.
"We gotta get a new ride," she commented.
James' brow furrowed. "Um, what? What are you talking about?"
"I've been driving this long enough, we gotta ditch it."
"Missy, seriously, I'm drunk and just got my brains fucked out. Clarify please?"
Missy giggled. "Jimmy, I STOLE this car. An d now we're gonna STEAL another."
James guffawed. "Jesus, Missy. Any other person on Earth I would know they were joking, but… How do you have the keys if you stole it?"
"You wouldn't believe the numbnuts that leave their keys in their cars!" Missy related conspiratorially. "And, now we're gonna find ourselves another ride with the keys in it." James gaped at her. "Trust me," she assured, flinging her back pack over one shoulder. "I have amazing luck with this."
The couple separated to stroll around the lot scoping vehicles.
"Hot damn," Missy cried, standing next to a Harley Davidson. James walked up next to her and saw to his amazement that the motorcycle had the keys in it. "Can you drive this?" Missy asked, placing a hand on his chest and looking at him with raw lust in her eyes.
James had never once in his life even considered riding a motorcycle. "Sure, kitten," he drawled, climbing on. "Come on! Let's go."
Chapter 6
Somehow they managed to make it away from the bar without alerting anybody with the bike's loud pipes. He got the hang of the bike without a hitch. Awareness of Missy's laughter and vibrating breasts against his back had him hard again.
As the night grew older they rode, Missy's arms wrapped around him and stroking his chest. Eventually they saw the lights of a roadside service station.
"Hey, baby, stop there, I need the lady's room," Missy said, her breath hot against his ear.
They pulled into the deserted gas station. At four am, it was amazing the tiny place was open. Missy and James wandered inside. She scampered away to find the head. James looked around, picking up a six pack of beer and a pair of jeans from a small clothing display. When Missy rejoined him, he politely asked her if she wanted anything.
"Just some gum, please," she told him with a smile and a peck on the cheek.
Together they approached the counter and the decrepit old man sitting behind it half asleep. James placed their items on the counter and smiled pleasantly.
Missy reached into her bag and produced a revolver, which she trained on the cashier.
The mouths of both the old man, and James Kirk dropped open as she put her bag on the counter.
She brandished her gorgeous smile on the old man. "Now, you know I'm not gonna hurt you, sugar, long as you just be a good boy and empty the register into the bag."
The man moved slowly and complied with his angelic assailant. She kept her gun and her smile focused on him. As the man finished loading the bag, James stuffed his items into the bag and scooped it up. Missy leaned acros s the counter and kissed the old man, making sure to give him a good glance at her heavenly tits. Laughing, the couple ran from the store, hopped on the bike and sprayed gravel as they peeled out.
"Fuck! I almost dumped the bike pulling out of there, Missy," he yelled over his shoulder with another belly laugh.
She laughed again too. "You did?"
"Yeah, I have no clue how to drive this thing!"
"Jimmy!" she hollered, feigning disdain, "you dirty liar!"
"A dirty liar for a dirty, DIRTY girl!" James replied.
After they put
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