The rain was making visibility difficult. He hated driving through these small country roads as it was. With the rain as heavy as it was his journey was taking a lot longer than it should have. He had been on the road for three hours and normally this journey would take four at the most. The rain had slowed him so much he was looking at another hour and a half before he arrived at the conference, and that was going to be bad enough, a whole weekend alone in a hotel being bored silly. Jesus I really need to get a new job. He thought to himself.
These weekends usually involved getting very drunk and hiring escort girls for company, yet that was beginning to get really expensive, and if he was honest it was always pretty much the same, just with a different woman. All he really wished for was a nice settled life with a beautiful wife and kids, a nice house and financial stability. Yet all he had was the financial stability.
He carried on driving down the winding country roads. The rain was still lashing against the windscreen. Will this ever stop? He questioned himself. It was also quite a while since he had seen another car. Not that that was an overly bad thing as passing vehicles on these roads took great skill and patience. Unless you were lucky enough to spy a field gateway it was virtually impossible. He tried to think when he did see an actual car. Tractors, yes, he had seen loads of those but they had gone in the odd field entrance. It was cars he wanted to see, driven by real people. Slowing the car slightly he took his eyes off the road, just for a second, while he went to change his music.
Suddenly he heard the blare of a car horn and a screeching, skidding sound. He looked up and stamped on his brakes. He skidded to a stop just feet away from the front of one of the cars he was so desperate to see, but almost didn't. Dropping his head onto the steering wheel he breathed slowly, trying to calm his racing heart beat. Knowing he should have been looking but also knowing that he wasn't going that fast he raised his head, ready to leave the car and have a go at the other driver for their speed.
Staring straight back at him was a beautiful redhead. Sitting there transfixed as she mouthed a stream of obscenities through her windscreen he was taken by her beauty. For some strange reason the more she mouthed the more he found himself thinking about how she would look naked, and how badly he wanted her. I wish we had met out at night I would love to fuck her. He thought. No sooner had the thought gone through his mind an erection began forming in his trousers. Here he was sat staring, with an erection, and neither of them seemed to want to move. He decided to get out and go towards the woman's car exactly as she had the same idea. She is fucking gorgeous. He thought, staring, taking in all her beauty.
She wasn't anything like the escort girls he usually hired, yet there was something about her that he couldn't quite get out of his mind. Looking at the woman who was getting out of the car he had no idea why he was thinking he things that he was. She looked no more than five feet six or seven inches tall and seemed to be wearing size fourteen clothes, at a conservative guess. She wasn't what he would call overweight but at the same time the escorts that he so heavily relied on were no more than a size ten, twelve at a push. She was definitely not his usual type yet he still couldn't shake the feelings of lust that were coursing through his body, causing his cock to strain against the material of his suit trousers.
He stepped out of the car, wondering how the hell he was going to hide his predicament, and made his way forward. She strode towards him, her face like thunder, still shouting a tirade of obscenities in his direction. The two of them stopped a few yards apart, like two cowboys ready for a duel, neither of them sure if they should take another step. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on her still fantasizing about what he wanted to do to her even though she looked like she might actually swing for him.
"Why the fuck weren't you paying attention moron?" She screamed at him.
"Calm fucking down who the fuck do you think you are screaming at?"
"I don't know maybe the type of bastard that doesn't look where he's going. Do you drive using psychic abilities?"
"Well I wasn't expecting Michael fucking Schumacher was I?"
Christ she is even more gorgeous when angry. He found himself thinking. I want her and somehow I will.
"You would probably have tried to ram him off the road as well."
"That's rich coming from someone practising her entry for the fucking British rally."
The two of them stood staring at each other neither of them prepared to back down. Looking her up and down he realised he was falling in lust with her his cock, which had lost its erection during the shouting, starting to stiffen again. He was just about to say something else when he caught her giving him the once over."
Now what the fuck are you looking at?" He asked.
"I think you better give me your name." She told him.
"Why we never actually crashed, no thanks to you."
"I like to know the name of the person I actually fuck, that's why."
Then completely out of the blue she took one step forward, grabbed his face and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. To say he was shocked would have been a slight understatement and to make matters worse his cock was hard again.
