Headlights light up the direct heading of the automobile, with reflections flashing across the lettering of each sign. Entry in to the state of Texas is pleasant as the tired driver looks for a comfortable place to lay his head. Miles go by and nothig is seen, except the purple sky that seems to go on forever, along with the dark flat range that makes up the east Texas desert. As time seems to drag on, eyes beginning to beome heavy, the driver decides to stop along the highway ; in what seems the most secluded part of this United States. Crisp wind blows, as the man steps out of his car, he reaches into the back seat and pulls out a case. He sighs, as he looks out over the emptyness that surrounds him. He sits upon the hood of his car, which is nearly as long as he is. He props up against the windshield and begins strumming an old guitar, and starts humming a tune to the stars above.
As he is working on another tune, he hears the rumbling of the highway. A white SUV comes along, and cautiously slows in order to see if there is a problem with the parked car along the shoulder. As the SUV parks, a woman seems to be exiting the vehicle, as a racecar driver does, using not the door handle, but coming from the window. As seen witht he light of the moon, she is holding a postil, she says. " Just so you know, I have a firearm trained on you. " Is there something I can do for you? As the musician isn't really nervous, he looks over, still strumming his 12 string, he says " no ma'am " I am just fine, just resting here for a little while. With a reply, she says, " well, this isn't the most safe place to be parked, unless you have one of these, ( she fires off a round ) from her pistol.
Sounds of the guitar immediately seize. from the hood of the car, the musician hops down, intrigued byu her forceful behavior, he begins to walk closer. She points the pistol at the gentleman, he states " there is no sense in pointing your gun at me, I mean you no harm. For a curious moment, she reflects on the statement, and smirks, she jumps from out of the window and begins walking towards him. In the light he notices her hair, flowing, long as her body. It''s flowing in the breeze. Also seen is the glow of the cherry from a half smoked cigarette. She walks closer, still weilding a pistol, but concentrating on her oral fixation, she blows smoke at him, when she is close. So,, where you from boy? She asks. With a grin he replies " I am from Georgia. "
Small talk insists, but as unusual as it is, both are feeling comfortable, and are both smiling, and smoking one cigarette after another, it seems they are matching each others addiction for tobacco. Time passes and time finds her sitting beside him, still bearing the firearm, but he weilds his guitar, playing a few strings, he hears her humming to herself, and she then speaks emotionally a few words to an old wild west song,, until he ultimately stops. Impressed by her witts, he compliments her, amazed, at her knowledge She says,, boy you should keep playing.. He does as she says.
He looks down to conentrate on where his fingers go, but he notices her slide closer. She giggles a little hearing him, hit a nervous note, she knows she is getting to him.
acting as if he don't notice,, it makes her want to be notices, so she slides in, kissing his cheek, leaning up against the windshield, she props up on his moving shouldr, she says, boy you gotta put that guitar down, and pay attention to me now... He does. He looks at her, brushes aside the hair that hangs down in front of her face, he moves in closer, and parts her lips with his tounge, as odd as it seems, it feels as if their tounges have touched before. He takes her face into his hands, not wanting her to go anywhere,, and she lets him know with another kiss, she is not going anywhere.
Dressed in a loose fitting buisness type suit, it makes it easy for her to straddle him, but her lips never seize to stay in contact with his. She also takes his face into her hands, as her tounge lts him know what is exactly on her mind. She slides her waist forward, feeling him erect beneath her, she sighs, letting out a little gasp of pleasure. His hands slide down her cheeks, down her neck, and on down to her waist. He slides his hands around her body, around her , pulling her closer, sliding her across his thickness, she gets a little louder, but again goes directly for his lips, slightly biting his lower lip.
:: To Be Continued ::
