Chapter Three
By mutual consent, Steve and Lissa curled up together under a warm blanket Steve had pulled from a built-in drawer near the bed.
Warm now, and relaxed from her fabulous orgasm, Lissa marveled sleepily at the clever design of the trailer. It was cool. I really gotta get me one of these. Steve stirred beside her and settled her more closely. And one of these to go with it.
“So where are we going with this?” His voice was quiet in the darkness. They’d turned off the small light earlier to conserve the battery power. It was unnerving at times, since the only sound was the patter of the sleet on the roof, and even that was fading now.
“Do we have to go anywhere in particular?” Lissa took her time answering the question.
“I suppose not, but I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say you don’t seem like the type of woman to fuck like that unless she means it.”
Lissa considered this. “Interesting. What kind of woman do I seem like?”
Steve snorted. “Sweetheart, that’s a helluva leading question, and I may be dumb but I ain’t stupid.”
“I never thought you were. Which is why I’ll tell you what kind of woman I am.”
Steve propped his head on one arm against the pillow. “Okay. I’m listening.”
Lissa took a breath. “I’m a woman who knows what she wants. Unfortunately, I’ve never been allowed to have it. To take it. To take what I want from life, from men. To have all the experiences there are and then some.”
“That’s a lot to take on, Lissa.”
“Not to me. Not when I’ve spent my entire life following rules designed to turn me into a carbon copy of everything I can’t stand.”
“And what is that?”
“Like…like a boring nice girl.”
Steve chuckled. “Nice girls don’t have to be boring.”
“They do where I come from.” Lissa shot back the answer without hesitation. “No kissing on the first date, Lissa. Don’t let him touch you, Lissa. Find a nice man, Lissa.” She turned her head letting her hair brush against his shoulder. “Do you have any idea how I loathe the word ‘nice’?”
“So…this trip…you’re on a sexual safari or something?”
Lissa thought for a moment. “Yeah, sort of. I’ve always felt that there was someone else inside me. Someone wild and crazy who wanted to shout and scream and…fuck. Just fuck. No strings, no ‘come meet my mother’, no nonsense. Just fucking.”
Steve’s chest rose and fell beneath her head. “Hmm. Well, you can check one thing from your list. Did it help?”
“Yes.” Her answer was immediate. “Yes. It was fantastic. And you know something?”
Steve’s head rustled on the pillow as he shook it.
“I don’t care whether it was good for you or not. I just know it was good for me.”
“Er…okay. At the risk of sounding ‘nice’, it was pretty damn good for me, too.”
Lissa giggled. “Okay. I’ll give you that one.” She turned somber again. “But the point is that I was free with you. To do anything and everything I wanted. To take without worrying about the consequences. Does that make any sense at all?”
She sighed. “Oh, fuck it. Doesn’t matter if it makes sense to you. It makes sense to me.”
“And that’s all that matters, huh?”
Lissa turned on her side, away from Steve. “Yeah. That’s all that matters.”
~~~~~
Steve turned with her, spooning her back into his body. She fit against him snugly, her butt nestled into his groin. This was one hell of a complex woman, and she intrigued him, despite his promise to himself never to get involved again.
However, her philosophy was appealing. Sex without commitment. Pure sexual adventure, no holds barred. He wondered exactly how far she’d go.
Perhaps it was time to find out, since there was nothing better to do for either of them at this particular moment.
“So…” His arms cradled her and one hand found her breast, cupping it comfortably. “How far do you want to go?”
She was silent for a moment. “You mean drive?”
He squeezed her nipple. “No. I mean sexually. How far do you want to go?”
“Until I see the horizon. And I don’t know if there is one. For me, anyway. I have no rules at all. None. There’s nothing I wouldn’t consider.” She paused. “Does that shock you?”
“No. Not after what you’ve told me. I’m just wondering if you’ve got the balls to follow through with this.”
She snorted. “Try me.”
Steve grinned in the darkness. “I just might, Lissa. I just might.”
A huge yawn greeted his words. “Go ahead…” Her voice trailed off, and she slept, snuffling into his arm.
Steve’s mind kept him awake for a while after Lissa had fallen asleep. Could he put her to the test? Challenge her and have some fun at the same time? She was certainly not going to demand a wedding ring or any kind of commitment, and if she had, he wouldn’t hesitate to disappear into the sunrise in a cloud of dust. Once burnt, twice shy as far as he was concerned.
Perhaps fate had delivered this particular woman into his trailer at just the right time. They could certainly have a good time—if she was as game as she said she was.
It’s gonna be fun finding out. And on that thought, Steve fell asleep, too.
~~~~~
The trailer was light when he stirred and automatically reached for his watch to check the time. Clumsy with sleep, he knocked over the small lamp with a crash and the lump of blankets beside him erupted with a gasp.
“Shit…what the fuck…” Lissa emerged from her cocoon rumpled and grumpy.
Steve watched her face as for a second or two panic crossed her eyes. Then, like a curtain falling, she remembered where and who she was. Her face changed, turning calm and then sultry. Slowly, she sat up, letting the blankets fall to her waist. The chill air in the trailer hardened her dark nipples to peaks.
“Good morning.” Her voice was rough and she ran a hand through her hair, breasts thrusting forward.
Steve swallowed down his lust. Today the test would begin.
“Morning. I’ll turn on the heater, it’s damn cold in here.”
“Okay… I’ll throw on some clothes…” She struggled from the covers.
“No.”
Lissa blinked. “What?”
“I said, no. No clothes. Not yet.” Calmly he walked to the small kitchen area, scratching his ass then turning on the little heater. He filled a pot with water from the container tucked beneath the counter. “Coffee?” His cock was harder than granite between his legs, and he couldn’t help noticing Lissa’s eyes widen as he turned towards her. Take a good look, baby. Your new best friend is wide-awake.
~~~~~
Lissa sat, rather bewildered, on the edge of the bed. “Okay, let me get this straight. No clothes. I get to be naked in a cold trailer in the middle of nowhere.”
Steve busied himself making coffee. “That’s the general idea. You told me last night you had no limits to what you wanted to experience. I figured it was time to find out if you mean it.”
Her chin rose at his words, and her body shivered partly with the cold but mostly with excitement. “So?”
“So we’ll see.”
Her eyes narrowed. “And how about you?”
He paused. “Me?”
“Yeah, you. Do you have any limits?” She watched as a look of surprise crossed Steve’s face. “I know who I am and what I want. Do you?”
“I know what I don’t want.” His words were curt.
“What’s that?”
He took his time answering.
“I don’t want a wife or a mom. I want someone I can trust to do what I need. I’ve had the other type of woman and they suck. Actually they don’t suck enough…or swallow.” He paused. “I want a fuck-friend, no ties, just honest, uninhibited, boundless sex.”
Lissa considered his answer. “So, in many ways we’re not unlike. Both pretty determined to live our lives the way we choose. Interesting that we should meet up.”
“I don’t believe in fate, if that’s what you’re talking about.” Steve offered her a steaming cup of coffee, holding it out.
She grinned. The challenge was beginning. Without a second thought she got up from the bed and walked naked across the trailer to accept it. His cock twitched at the sight of her and she threw an extra swing into her hips. Take that.
He did, simply looking at her body, his gaze lingering between her thighs and moving up to her breasts, then down again as he sipped his own coffee.
“So you like what you see?” She put one hand on her hip defiantly as she drank.
“Of course. What man wouldn’t?” Steve glanced out of the window. “Oh—that’s why it’s so cold. Look. It turned to snow last night after all. I figured it might.”
Lissa’s teeth clenched. Fuck it. She was standing nude in front of him and he was talking about the weather? If it wasn’t for that hard-on swinging against his thigh she’d have thought he was dead or something.
She narrowed her eyes. “So it did. I guess we’re stuck here for a bit.” She drained her cup. “I’ve got to pee. Then if you can dig up some cards, maybe we can find a way to pass the time.” She turned away with a flounce and squeezed into the small bathroom.
“Don’t use too much water. The reservoir is on the small side and the heater won’t do a great job in these temperatures.” His voice followed her.
Tempted to use every drop of water in the place just to teach him a lesson, she sat on the toilet and then thought better of it. She wanted him showered and clean, too. If he was going to challenge her, damn it if she wouldn’t challenge him right back.
Hurriedly, she ran a sink full of water and freshened herself up as best she could. Finally satisfied she was as clean as possible under the circumstances, she dragged her brush through her hair and grimaced. It was a good thing points were going to be scored on sex not looks. Her current hairdo wasn’t going to make the cover of any magazine—ever.
Aw, hell. He’ll be looking at my pussy anyway.
With that cheering thought, she left the bathroom.
~~~~~
Steve brushed past her with scarcely a word and closed the door behind him. He heard her huff of annoyance and grinned to himself as he peed, heaving a sigh of relief as he hummed the national anthem. He was hot and horny, but there was a point to be proved here. They’d both thrown down a sexual gauntlet—now it was time to see who would pick it up.
His mind turned over various options, all of which made him even harder as he thought about them. She was sex incarnate, had no rules and a nasty streak a mile wide. This is gonna be fun.
He finished up and left the bathroom, glad the trailer had warmed up. Lissa was neatly rinsing the coffee cups at the tiny sink. Apparently there were some rules still deeply ingrained in her, and leaving dirty dishes around wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t about to argue.
She turned. “Now what?”
“Now you come over here.” He crooked a finger.
She smiled. “That’s more like it.” She moved towards him and opened her arms, but he stepped neatly aside.
“On the bed.”
“Okay.” Obediently, she lay down on her back, watching him warily.
“Now bend your legs up. Put your feet flat on the bed.” Steve gulped as she followed his instructions. Fuck, this ain’t gonna be easy. Even the Super Bowl might not be enough of a distraction.
“So?” Her voice was mildly insolent. There was an “is that all?” tone to it.
“You want to push the sexual limits, yes?”
“Yes.” No hesitation there.
“So show me your sex.”
Lissa blinked. “Huh?”
“Show me. Spread your legs wide and show me your pussy. All of it.”
“Uhh…”
Yesss. He’d caught her by surprise. He mentally gave himself a high five. And his cock joined in, bobbing around at the sight before him.
Her hands crept to her crotch, sliding over her naked hips as her legs fell apart. She was splayed before him, her pubic hair a dark splash against her pale skin.
With agonizing slowness, she positioned her fingers on either side of her pussy.
He nodded. “Well?”
Her hands moved, pulling the labia apart. “How’s this?”
Praying his voice would hold out, Steve answered. “More.”
She dropped her head back on the pillow and obeyed. Pink and swollen lips parted to reveal her secrets, a small nubbin protruding beneath her pussy hair and moist wetness shining around her sex.
Steve noticed her nipples were hard. She was as turned on as he was. He swallowed.
“Like the view?”
How the hell she kept her voice level, he had no idea. But she did, and it got to him.
“Very nice indeed. Thank you.”
He turned away, wondering if his teeth were going to hold out, since he was clenching them hard enough to crack walnuts. “You can get dressed now.”
Praying his control would hold, Steve grabbed clean clothes and with difficulty, eased his cock into a pair of pants that suddenly seemed four sizes too small.
There was a moan from behind him. “Okay. You are soooo going to pay for that.”
~~~~~
Lissa seethed as she sat in front of Steve’s truck. They’d left the trailer and decided to try and reach a bar Steve had noticed on one of the side roads off the highway. Perhaps they could get a signal there, or they might have a landline that worked so that Lissa could call for some assistance with her car.
Part of her wanted it fixed, but there was another part that didn’t want to leave this man.
He got her. He understood. His actions this morning had shown her that quite clearly. She was still horny as hell, and he damn well knew it. Oh, he’d been horny, too, no doubt about it. But he had a shitload more control than she did.
Or did he?
“You know, you talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?”
Steve frowned at her as he negotiated the snowy road. “Huh?”
“Give me your hand.” She held out her own.
“Uh, I’m driving here, you know. On snow?”
“Yeah. I know. So slow down and drive carefully with one hand. This is an automatic four-wheel drive truck, right?”
Steve nodded, slowed down and reached out his hand to hers.
“Thank you.”
She slithered closer to him, tugged his hand and heard him gasp as she undid the zipper on her jeans and put his hand inside her panties.
Now this was more like it.
“Finger. Middle one.” She rapped out orders like a drill sergeant, thrilled when he obeyed.
With a wriggle and a fidget, Lissa slid Steve’s middle finger inside. “Aaaah. Nice.”
“Uhhh…”
She smiled. Gotcha. Then she fought her own battle not to move or she’d come all over his hand. And that wasn’t the point of the exercise.
They reached the bar with Steve’s finger still inside her pussy. And his face a rather flushed shade of red. His pants were bulging and Lissa had a very self-satisfied grin on her face.
“I have to move, babe. If I’m gonna park this thing you’re going to have to let me have my hand back.”
She sighed. “I guess.” Gently, slowly, making sure he brushed her clit, Lissa eased his hand out of her panties. “Very nice. Thank you.” She threw his words back at him.
Only to almost lose her hard-won victory as Steve put his hand to his mouth and sucked his finger, rolling his tongue around and savoring her juices.
“You’re right. Very nice indeed.”
Damn it. This guy was goooood.
~~~~~
Steve sat in the truck watching the little stream of people walking in and out of the small bar at the corner of the street. Like most other places of its kind, the ratio of men to women was about ten to one. Ten horny, desperately lonely, hairy-palmed men to each woman.
He was parked at the very end of the town parking lot, beneath a straggly clump of pine trees and he was pretty much alone in the deserted lot, except for the few patrons who needed a drink at this hour.
“Two hundred bucks to fix my car.” Lissa closed the door behind her. “I just got off the phone and they will tow my car into town and fix it but it’ll cost me at least two hundred dollars. I do not need this shit. I don’t have that kind of cash just hanging around and they don’t want credit cards.”
“Hmm. I know how you can make a quick hundred or so.” Steve looked at her and winked.
“Fuck you.” Lissa’s expression wasn’t pleasant.
“You already did. I thought that was free, though.”
“I’m not a whore.” Lissa was clearly very upset by the hint of sex for money.
Steve tried to explain. “Nooo…I’m sorry. Don’t misunderstand me here. I just meant—you said you’d try anything, so let’s put this to another little test.”
“I’m listening.” Lissa’s steady gaze made it quite clear she wasn’t going to back down from her word.
Steve smiled, reached over to her red blouse and undid the top button. “Now you go over to that bar and make sure you’re noticed. Really turn on the show. But if someone comes on to you I want you to unleash the ‘bitch mode’ full tilt.”
“Why?”
“You just do what I say. We’ll get your car fixed.” Steve grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her.
This time, Steve sat watching Lissa go into the bar. Damn, she’s got a great ass. It was accentuated by the tightness of her jeans. He gave her about twenty minutes to put his plan into effect. He also wanted to make her wonder exactly what he was up to.
~~~~~
It’s working. Steve stared into the bar from the little space between the front door and the actual room itself.
Three guys perched on stools at one end of the long wooden surface. Their faces were sour, and every now and again, one or all of them threw disappointed looks Lissa’s way.
“What a bitch. Talk about an ice princess.” The conversation was certainly loud enough for Lissa to hear, but obedient to Steve’s instructions, she was ignoring it.
Steve smiled as he walked into the room and headed to the stool next to the disgruntled men. “Hey guys. What’s going on?”
“Not much. Pretty dead in here actually.”
“Whoa, who’s the hottie over there?” Steve looked over to Lissa. He was probably the only one who noticed how she hid her smile at the sound of his voice. She was wearing skintight jeans and a red blouse that screamed “no bra”. There was a chill in the air.
“That’s no-man’s-land.” One guy spoke up.
“Damn, she is hot. Look at those legs. I bet she fucks like a wild woman.” Steve let his eyes travel up and down her body.
“You wish. We all tried and she just passed. Shot us down dead. Go ahead and try your luck. I’ll bet she tells you to fuck off.” The dark-haired member of the trio slurped his beer.
“I bet she does, too,” added the balding guy.
Steve pursed his lips in thought, kept silent for a moment or two, then said, “Twenty bucks says I can get her to flash me her tits.”
There was laughter. Obviously they couldn’t believe an average guy like Steve could get an attractive woman like Lissa to pay attention to him after three professional bar studs, like them, had struck out. It was inconceivable.
“I’ll take that bet. If you get her to let you feel them I’ll give you another fifty.” The dark-haired guy blurted out the words through his guffaws.
“I want in on that bet.”
“Me, too.” The other two chimed in.
“You’re on.” Steve ordered a beer and asked the bartender for a margarita as well, taking a couple of swigs from his glass as the man mixed up the frothy green concoction.
Three pairs of eyes watched as Steve walked over to Lissa, calmly offered her a drink and shook her hand. After a few moments she began to smile and Steve threw a wink over his shoulder at the guys. Turning to see if people were watching, Lissa pulled the front of her blouse open, letting Steve get a glimpse of her supple breasts.
He choked back a laugh at an odd sound, very much like three jaws would make as they hit the floor.
Steve whispered in Lissa’s ear and she smiled back, almost shyly. Damn, this is fun. They were playing a harmlessly exciting game with three patsies who deserved what they got.
Steve leaned forward and when Lissa opened her top a little more, Steve slid his hand under her breast. For good measure he lowered his mouth and kissed the protruding nipple. Lissa’s soft sigh echoed around the silent room.
“I’ll be right back.” Steve excused himself from Lissa and returned to his three observers. He tapped on the bar and got the bartender’s attention away from Lissa’s fingers as she re-buttoned her shirt. “I need another beer. Fuckin’ A, that woman has the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen. Okay, guys, pay up.”
“I can’t believe it. Come on—tell us. What did you say to that babe?”
“I told her my name and said I wanted to be completely up front with her. I said I wanted to buy her a drink, then spend the rest of the night fucking her until we passed out from exhaustion. She said she’d heard a lot of bad pick-up lines but mine was at least honest.”
The dark-haired guy frowned. “Bullshit. You didn’t say that.”
“I did. Honestly. I told her I’d pay her fifty bucks to show me her tits and a hundred bucks for a feel of them. I figured you guys paid for it.”
The three men looked at each other with identical dumbfounded expressions on their faces. They probably felt as stupid as three blind mice. But it didn’t stop them from grumbling as they placed their money on the bar.
Steve downed his drink and took the money. “Bartender, their next round is on me.” He held up a twenty and set it back down. Leaving one glass of beer untouched, he headed for the door and made it into the small foyer when something grasped the front of his pants.
“You said you could fuck all night. How about all day? Let’s go.” Lissa had a firm grasp on his crotch and led him down a small passage like he was on a leash.
Fetch! Roll over…hell, as long as she didn’t ask him to play dead!
~~~~~
Lissa’s blood was pounding in her ears as she tugged Steve behind her into the shadows of the dreary hallway. Opening her shirt in front of those men like that had pushed her past a few limits and the adrenaline was still pumping.
She’d nearly lost it when Steve had bent and brushed her nipple with his lips, having to fight a really tough battle with herself not to just grab him and have her way with him right then and there.
Of course, if she had gone ahead and followed her instincts, she might now have enough cash for a brand-new car, loaded with factory options, not just the cost of a tow.
But shit, it had been a real thrill.
And she wanted to show Steve just what a thrill it had been.
“This’ll do.” She pushed him up against the wall and rubbed her body over his, long, rolling movements that ground her pussy into the hardness behind his fly.
Automatically, he pushed back. “Do for what?” His arms slid around her and held them locked together.
She wiggled her hand between their bodies and unsnapped his jeans. “Payback.”
Steve blinked at her. “Hey, it’s your car that needs fixing…”
“Yeah. And it was my boobs we had to flash. Fair is fair.” She slid the zipper down and reached inside, finding a hot, rapidly hardening cock ready to fall into her hands. “And you’ll like this particular payback.”
She stroked him firmly as she pulled him free of his jeans, and grinned as his eyes glazed for a second or two.
“Uh…maybe.”
“Liar. You love it.” Lissa lifted up on tiptoes and rubbed her pussy into his cock, letting the raised seam on her jeans graze his skin.
“Mmm.” His eyelids fluttered.
“I need another case of the local and two of the draft.” A loud voice was accompanied by footsteps coming their way, and without realizing it, Lissa tightened her grip on Steve’s cock.
“Ouch. Careful, babe. That ain’t a salami you’ve got in your hand.”
“Sorry.” She glanced around. “Somebody’s coming. Quick…in here.”
She tugged him through a small door and closed it quickly behind them. Steve had been close to her the whole time, since she was still holding his cock. She hung on, refusing to let it go.
“Um…Lissa?”
“What?”
“This is the ladies’ room.”
Lissa glanced around and grinned. “So it is.” She peeked at Steve. “You ever get a blowjob in a ladies’ room?”
He made a strangled noise in his throat. “No. Can’t say as I have.”
“I’ve never shown myself to a bar full of men, either.” She dropped to her knees in front of him. “Looks like it’s gonna be a day of ‘firsts’ for both of us.”
And with great pleasure, she plunged her mouth down over his cock.