This is my first submission to Literotica. I've seen other first time adventures here, so I thought I'd add mine. Thanks a lot for reading it, if you do, and don't hesitate to write with any tips on how to do this better. If I can, I'll write the rest of the story sometime soon. Again, thanks!
*Here's what Happened*
I'd gone through the drive through at Krystal's to get some cheap burgers for lunch on my way home from work. They were waiting for fries to come up, so they had me pull forward. As I sat there watching my rear view mirror, I saw a man with a firm hold on a girl's shoulder marching through the back of the parking lot.
Because of their complexions, I could tell that he wasn't her dad, but he seemed pretty angry with her. Another car pulled up, blocking my view, but then out my side mirror, I glimpsed the girl running like a rabbit, no sign of him. She got up even with me, stopped, and jerked the passenger door open and jumped in!
"Love of God man, punch it, he's gonna hurt me, please just go!" she gasped.
Sure enough, here he came. He was big. He wasn't happy. And...he had something metal in his hand. I floored my mom's Buick and away we lurched just as my meal finally was being brought out. The girl with my food waved and looked very confused. So was I. But luckily, there was a break in the traffic. I turned right and beat it.
The man came running down the sidewalk, still in the chase. There was a stoplight just ahead and it was red. On the cross street an Atlanta cop was working a fender bender. I watched the man surging into view in my mirror, just hauling butt. His prey was still trying to get her seat belt on about the time the man saw the cop. The cop saw the man. Man quit running and pocketed whatever was in his hand and did an abrupt about face.
The light turned green and we sedately motored away, not a care in the world.
I looked over at this skinny blonde girl. Actually it was streaks of blonde in dark hair. She had brown eyes, kind of a pointy chin, small straight nose and a mole on her left cheek. She had on a bare midriff red top, unbound apples proud and firm, cutoff shorts up to there showing decent legs save for some scratches on her left knee. She had a little make-up purse on her shoulder and she smelled faintly of musk or maybe coconut oil.
She watched me look at her. "Sorry. I'll buy you something to eat somewhere. Thanks for the rescue." She looked me over more closely, realizing I was just a kid like her. "Is this your car?"
"My mom's. I'm saving up for a smaller Buick."
She laughed, decent teeth, good smile. "You're funny. My name's Gabby, what's your's, and what's with the hat?"
"Billy." I felt around. Still wearing my Gorton's rain hat. No wonder they looked at me strange back at Krystal's. I chunked the hat in the back seat where my slicker and duck boots were. "I wash airplanes at the local airport. It pays better than working at a grocery store."
"I've never met an airplane washer before. Betcha I'll never meet another one." She giggled, starting to relax. "Sooo. You're going to work or getting off?"
"Off, done for today. You want to maybe tell me why you're in my car, who was Mr. Pissed and why was he going to do you in?" I turned right at the next light, zooming smoothly through a yellow.
She watched some people going through the entrance at Piedmont Park. "Umm." She glanced over at me. "Let's just say he's my employer and he thought I had some funds that belonged to him, Ok? He tends to get cranky with his uh, employees every now and again."
Got it. Working girl. I'd never met one and now I had one in the car. Zooks! "How'd ya'll meet?"
"I was broke, waiting for Travelor's Aid to open. I hadn't eaten in a day, and this guy came up to me, talked a good line and took me to Steak and Shake. The rest is nunya. Here's lunch money."
We were stopped at a light. She reached into her tube top, pulling it away enough to gauge my interest and produced a Jackson. "Just seeing if you were red blooded," said she with a giggle. "I think you might be up for a treat for being my hero." She reached over, giving me a rub and a whiff of her in my nostrils.
I hadn't ever...you know. I'll tell ya'll this because you don't know me from Adam. But back then, my few friends would never let it go, not ever. Now I was blushing like a hummingbird with the light green and cars honking behind...
"We might oughta go, you think?"
I could feel her eyes on me. My mouth was dry. I'da killed for a sweet tea about then, some lemon in it, crushed ice.
We went under I-85 and heard the roar of the traffic overhead. Gabby raised her voice to be heard.
"Turn right up where that truck is. Yeah, here, right here. Good."
The road wound through an old industrial park, with railroad tracks to the left. A tractor trailer was backed up to a warehouse that sold antiques. There were some other businesses, but as we went along, more buildings were up for lease, contact such and such. It got quiet, strangely quiet for being in town.
"Ok, turn left here, then go around this building. No, to the right side. Other side's blocked off."
"You sure know a lot about.."
"Hush. Now pull under that cottonwood behind the dumpster. There, that's good. You can turn off the engine, it's okay."
Gabby clicked off her seat belt and half turned facing me. She pulled her phone from her hip pocket, muted it and set it on the dash. Then..
