Chapter 3

Mike's abstinence inevitably spurred my anger. We drove for hours without exchanging a single word. The lengthening silence aggravated me. Becoming implicated in an illegal operation-my husband's alleged embezzlement of funds-also dampened my enthusiasm. I realized I wanted no part of it. Who knew what kind of humiliation was in store for me, based on my naivete?

I was sorry to have simplified matters for him. Surrendering the money and driving back to Chicago had been charitable gestures.

Nothing, however, prevented me from " carrying out those objectives.

"Can we stop at a gas station?" I asked, "I need to pee."

He grimaced. "Be quick about it. I won't tolerate any more shenanigans."

"In case I forgot to mention it, you've been the consummate host," I acidly remarked.

"I never promised onboard service."

I flipped him the finger.

"That's more like it," he muttered. "You've shown your true colors."

He pulled into a mini-mart/service station dedicated to the transient masses. I jumped out of the car fast, unwilling to share the same air another second. My high heels hit the pavement with a resounding click. I strutted confidently into the food mart, searching for a feasible exit. Giving him the slip was my basic plan. Finding someone who could assist became vital. If I managed a lift to the hotel, I could intercept the transportation service from taking my car-providing it wasn't too late.

Taking advantage of our situation, Mike filled the tank. Sacrificing precious time was not his custom. We had a tremendous distance yet to cover. Shaving unnecessary layovers from our schedule translated into an earlier arrival.

I scanned the area for truckers. Although we had seen them at nearly every stop, none were around. Male motorists were in rare supply. My frustration mounted.

Mike's stare was of laser intensity. I was conscious of his scrutiny-even if I didn't view it. He was attentive to my every move. I disliked being placed under such a microscope.

Inside, I glanced at the sundry items on display. The back wall featured no additional exits. I nearly exhausted my quest for a feasible escape route. I wanted my disappearance to be clean and without tracks. Few people milled about, buying needed particulars before resuming their journey.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" questioned the cashier, an older fellow with thick glasses and a Texas drawl.

I flashed a smile. "Just browsing."

I strove to be inconspicuous. In my seductive attire, however, that wasn't easily accomplished. My tits almost popped the buttons of my blouse and my slender legs were lusciously exhibited in those indecent shorts. By the process of elimination, my only "out" appeared to be the restroom. I hastily ducked in there.

The restroom consisted of three stalls, two sinks and two mirrors. Though a small upper window poured light from the back wall, a rear entrance was not found. A woman stood before the one to the left, applying lipstick. She glanced at me in a curious manner before finishing the job. I realized that I had burst into the room, out of sorts. Anxiety was written on my face.

"Everything okay, honey?" the woman, an attractive brunette, inquired.

"Uh, sure." I opened the door a crack, checking for Mike. Sooner or later, he would conduct a search. New customers roamed the store, occupying the cashier. The register rang up continuous sales.

She tossed the tube into her purse, then retrieved a perfume spray. Her eyes closely followed my reflection. Her antennae were noticeably poised.

It suddenly occurred to me that the woman might be by herself. Few cars flocked the area. The chance for someone else might never arrive. I had to maximize whatever situation seemed viable.

I strutted over to the woman. She continued to regard me while dousing herself with that alluring scent. "Where are you going?" I quietly asked.

She instantly brightened. "Vegas, then Reno. I feel lucky."

"Alone?"

"It's more fun that way. I'm answerable to no one."

"Mind some company?"

She whirled around and gave me a frank assessment. "What's the story? Are you ditching your boyfriend?"

I nodded. The true version was much too complicated. Furnishing her an accurate account would have taken considerable time

-an expense I could ill afford.

Her lips curved. "I don't blame you. Men have always been a pain in my ass, too."

I thought I heard Mike's voice beyond the wall. Quickly, I flew to the door and peered through its gap. Sure enough, Mike had entered the store and was obviously hunting for me. I bit my bottom lip.

"Is that him?" the woman asked, breathing against my ear. Her stealthiness-not to mention nerve-disarmed me. She exhibited an unusual boldness.

"Yes."

She closed the distance between us. Her boobs pressed into my back. I detected the absence of a bra. Her nipples poked me. Grasping my shoulder, she anchored herself to me. We swayed as one.

I roughly swallowed. The warmth was dizzying. "Is there another way out of here?"

"Not to my knowledge." She spoke in a stirring melody, slurring her syllables. "Don't .worry. He'll go away."

"I've got to get away from him," I whispered.

"I'll help you." Her tongue traced my ear lobe.

A pleasant numbness overtook me. I didn't expect to enter the John and receive amorous attention. She wielded the gentlest touch.

I quivered while spying on Mike. She continued to fondle me. Her hands traveled down my sides, then clasped my buttocks. Before I could digest that effervescence, she cupped my mound and squeezed. My pussy strongly tingled. Observing my brother-in-law under such stimulating circumstances refreshed the memory of playing with myself in the car. Once again, I looked upon his fiercely masculine face while she massaged my erogenous zones.

"Oh, God," I muttered under my breath.

She disengaged the buttons of my blouse, one by one. My pointed nipples sprang from concealment. She bunched my tits together, reveling at their silken consistency. Her manipulation of them brought elaborate shivers. I swallowed harshly as my nipples went into her mouth, then moaned from her riveting suck. Ohhhh. Her tongue swirled around each nub, leaving a foamy path.

"Mmmmm," I heard her sob in satisfaction as she drew upon my erect tip.

My eyes rolled up in their sockets. I leaned against the wall and sighed, wallowing in that physical luxury.

After attending both nipples, she sank to her knees. My long, sleek legs flanked her perched form. She unsnapped my shorts. I heard-and tolerated-the tug of my zipper.

She eased the shorts over my hips. I was much too woozy to comment, much less react. My arms hung limply at my sides. Her warm breath swept across my midriff and fanned my crotch. Her saliva dripped from my sucked nipples. My French-cut panties descended my hips. Within seconds, she bared my pussy to her face.

I was crippled with desire. The muscles of my body tensed. Peering through the splinter-sized gap, I checked on Mike. He perused magazines from the rack while waiting for me. His composure appeared near its end. I couldn't move, nor utter a sound.

Her thumbs pushed my delicate folds aside. Her tongue advanced into my juicy crack. I clenched my teeth as she wriggled into my snatch. Ohhhh. Her tongue separated my cunt lips. She stroked my inner thighs and wove through my blonde curls while I gasped for air. Hungrily, she dove into my pussy. Movement was rife. She licked the walls,-extracting their flavor. I spewed into her mouth. Her tongue helped replenish my cunt juices.

I remained apprised of Mike's whereabouts. My slivered view supplied a detailed account. He periodically glanced at his watch and frowned. His rugged features emulated disgust. His growing unhappiness was perceivable.

I should have climbed through that upper window of the back wall and been done with it. Unfortunately, I couldn't flee the tongue that pleasured me. That woman slurped my privates so splendidly, nothing could have propelled me into action. I slumped against the wall with my legs splayed, watching her nibble and suck. Her face was partially obscured behind the blonde feathering of my snatch. After a few moments of study, my head lobbed to the side. A guttural moan emerged from the bottom of my throat.

"Ohhhh," I wailed. "Oh, yes. Suck it."

I tried to keep my sobs to a minimum, but her whips were so imaginative and thrilling, containment was impossible. She delivered joy in waves, each overpowering me. I didn't want her to stop. I loved the way she ate me.

She stared at me while devouring my pussy. Those dark eyes, seen through my silky wisps, regarded me with total candor. She molded those freshly painted lips to my cunt and gently sucked. I profusely oozed from the pressure of her tongue. She gulped all the nectar I could yield. Her thirst fiercely excited me. That serpentine appendage fucked my wet, wanting hole. Ohhhh.

My sodden flesh muffled her grunts. "Mmmmm," she murmured into my snatch.

"Mm-mm."

She caressed my bare thighs. Her touch was pure electricity. My clit received the benefit of an experienced licking. She extravagantly circled my love button. Bubbles of spit slithered over that quivering patch. Her lips pinioned my drenched flaps, enabling her tongue to delve into my itchy center. Her darting and groping catapulted me into oblivion.

The upper window in the background blurred. I was too incapacitated to dissociate myself from those sweet, sucking lips.

I thought it a miracle that no one barged in on us. I expected at least one interruption, but we had none.

I became lost in that woman's feeding frenzy. She sucked and swallowed my honeyed remittance. She had quite an appetite for cunt. My clit burned against her sinuous tongue. I held my legs open to that luscious assault.

"Yes," I whispered, pushing my snatch into her mouth. "Take it. Please. More. Ohhhh."

I could not withstand the lure of orgasm. Its flames flickered at my snatch. Just as I spasmed, the door opened and Mike's head popped in. He saw me contracting against the wall while that woman ate me out. Involuntarily, I seized his arms. My lips widened and a prolonged sob erupted. Mike made no effort to withdraw his limb, nor did he flinch.

"Oh, Christ," I whimpered, feverishly convulsing. I slammed into the woman's face, imploring that she eat all I spurted.

His features darkened as he observed my second climaxing. He mouthed the word "slut" during my shuddering release. He witnessed my gratification with apparent criticism.

The blood drained from my expression. That orgasm sapped my strength. My vision doubled and the world spun aimlessly. I helplessly spasmed before Mike's disparaging eye. My orgasm intensified. He made my contractions stronger. Clutching him in its sizzling throes, I envisioned him-not that woman-consuming my honey.

He waited until I finished. His powerful hand closed around my slender wrist. "Let's go," he glacially commanded.

I wobbled on my high heels. She had stolen the very breath from me. Weakly, I nodded. I was much too disoriented to dispute his authority.

"She's with me now," the woman haughtily informed. Her lips were moist with my spent secretions. She rose to her feet, teeming with defiance.

Mike contemplated her with a harsh expression. He could have flashed his badge, but refrained from embarrassing me. "The hell she is. We have an appointment in Chicago."

She snarled, but my brother-in-law discounted it. As a cop, he-likely encountered such obstinate people. The woman was manageable. She wasn't about to challenge his venomous tone, much less his ferocious look.

Mike escorted me to the car without incident.