Tammy walked out of the bar both coughing up from the intense smoke and wondering where on Earth she had parked her car.
"You lost?" asked a voice in the shadow of the parking lot.
Tammy turned around quickly to see a man, dressed in jeans and a dirty jean jacket, staring at her, as he stepped on his used cigarette butt.
"Ummm, yeah, I can't remember where I parked the damn thing," she said, scanning the crowded parking lot.
"Well, let's see, what kind of car is it and what color is it?" he asked.
"It's a black camaro," she answered, stepping back as the stranger stepped forward, out of the shadows.
"It's right over there," he said, pointing to her car in the far corner of the lot.
"Thanks," she said, walking towards her vehicle, but hearing footsteps behind her.
She quickly flipped around and saw the stranger following closely behind her.
"Is there something you needed?" she asked, half turning towards him.
"Well, I figure since I helped you find your car, the least you can do is give me a ride," he said, inching closer towards her.
"Look, I appreciate the help, but I don't know you and I'm not about to give some strange guy that was hanging out in a bar parking lot a ride, I'm sorry," she said, fumbling around in her purse for her car keys.
"Look, lady, you owe me," he said, becoming very agitated, "I didn't have to help you at all, I was just being nice."
"And, like I said, I appreciate your help, but I'm not giving you a ride," she repeated, sliding her key into the door lock.
Just then, the man walked up behind her, placing his hand on top of hers, "It's just a ride, I'm not asking you for a kidney here."
Tammy began to get very frightened, "Look, if you don't leave me alone, I'm gonna scream."
"Go ahead and scream, lady," he said, "There's no one out here and the nearest police station is almost 30 miles away."
She took a deep breath, and against her better judgement, she gave in and agreed to give him a ride, knowing he would not leave her alone otherwise.
"Okay, I'll give you a ride, where is it you need to go?" she asked, walking around and unlocking the passenger side door.
"Just up the road, no more then 10 miles," he said, giving her a strange grin as he climbed into the passenger seat and slammed the door.
Tammy got into the driver's seat, but made sure she left her door unlocked as they pulled out of the parking lot.
"Listen, I appreciate this," he said, lighting up another cigarette, "It's not exactly safe walking home in the dark around here."
"It's no big deal," she said, keeping one eye on him and one eye on the road, "Just let me know where to go."
After a few minutes, the man introduced himself as Larry. He was divorced, no children and lived alone in the woods. He said he enjoyed the solitude, but every now and then he'd wander up to the bar for a beer or two and a game of pool.
Tammy offered no personal information about herself, nor did she care about this man or his story. She just wanted him out of her car and to get home to a nice warm bath and her big king size bed.
"This is it right up here," he said, pointing to a long, dark driveway to the left.
Tammy slowly pulled into the driveway and came to a stop, refusing to pull all the way up to Larry's house.
"Thanks for the lift, ma'am," he said, climbing out of her car.
"It's no problem, have a nice night, Larry," she said, slowly backing out of his yard, thankful he was gone and she was not far from home herself.
A week later, the telephone rang.....
"Hello?" she said, standing in nothing but her satin robe, fresh from a hot shower, "Hello?"
No one spoke, but she could hear someone breathing. After a few more hello's, Tammy slammed the phone down, aggravated with the mystery caller.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again, only ringing once this time though.
This repeated five more times throughout the night, until finally Tammy unplugged the phone, deciding she'd never get any sleep with that going on.
The next night, she was curled up on the couch, watching a sappy chick flick, when there came a knock on the door.
Tammy looked at the clock, confused as to who would be at her door at almost midnight. She put the T.V. on mute, and slowly made her way to the front door.
"Who is it?" she asked, tying the belt on her robe.
No answer, but she could definitely see a shadow through the blinds in the front window.
"I said, who is it?" she repeated, slowly unlocking the locks on the front door.
Again, no answer.
Finally, she opened the door, aggravated at someone playing games with her at this hour of the night, and who would be standing there?
Larry ...... the persistant man from the bar.
"Oh my God, how did you find me?" she asked, keeping the door half closed and a tight grip on her robe.
"Let me in, Tammy Simms," he said, blowing the last of the smoke from his cigarette into her face.
"How did you know my name?" she asked, pulling the door closer to her body.
"I said, let me in," he repeated, taking a step closer to her.
"No, I don't think so, I think you need to leave," she said, slowly closing the door.
But, Larry wasn't having this. He put his foot up to the door, disabling her from closing it completely.
"Do I have to repeat myself a third time?" he asked, pushing his body weight into the door, "Let me in, damnit."
Tammy became very scared and decided it was probably best to do as he asked.
After Larry pushed his way in completely, he slammed the door shut, locking it tightly and staring around, taking in Tammy's house.
"You've got a nice house, you must have a great job," he said, plopping down on the oversized sofa.
"I'm an accountant," she said, standing across the room, next to the fireplace, "How did you find me?"
"Wasn't hard," he said, "While you were busy driving, the other night, I snatched your wallet from your purse. Didn't you realize it was missing?"
Tammy almost stopped breathing. She had indeed noticed her wallet was missing and had already called the police and filed a report. Thankfully, she had also cancelled her credit cards. Unfortunately, Larry now had her driver's license and social security number.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, still gripping her robe closed tightly.
"I don't want much, baby," he said in a low voice, "Just some attention is all. It gets mighty lonely back in those woods. Nobody to talk to. No woman to keep me happy and satisfied. But that's where you come in."
"What the hell are you talking about?" she asked.
"Plain and simple, Tammy darlin, I need to get laid," he said, standing up and removing his jacket, tossing it across the living room.
"You're fucking crazy," she said, walking over to the telephone in the kitchen.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said, quickly following her, "This doesn't have to get ugly, baby."
"I'm not your baby," she snapped, as he grabbed the phone, tossing it down the hallway.
"God, you smell nice," he said, slithering up behind her and sniffing her hair, "I've been watching you for the past week. I see those sexy outfits you wear to work. You must have all the guys at your job jacking off in the bathrooms thinking about you."
"Get away from me, you make me sick," she hissed, pushing away from him, trying to escape.
Larry grabbed Tammy's hands, planting them hard on the kitchen countertop, pressing her knuckles into the wood, "I told you, this doesn't have to get ugly, but it will if you insist on being a bitch."
He released her hands and began slowly untying the belt to her robe, letting it gently glide off her shoulders and onto the kitchen floor. He sniffed her skin, taking in her sweet, erotic scent, instantly making his cock hard as steel.
Tammy could feel Larry's cock pressing into her ass. He felt huge and she began to get scared, wondering what his next move was gonna be.
"Turn around and face me, baby," he whispered, slowly unbuttoning his jeans and releasing the zipper.
With shaky legs and tearful eyes, Tammy obeyed, slowly turning to face Larry. Inside, she cursed herself repeatedly for even being at that bar that night. If she hadn't, she wouldn't be in this mess right now.
"God, you got a gorgeous body, you know that?" he asked, slowly shoving his dirty jeans down to his ankles, revealing that he did not wear anything underneath, "How long has it been since a man's had his cock in you, baby? Huh?"
"That's none of your business," she said, feeling very violated and slutty right now, wishing to God someone would knock on the door and save her from what she knew was going to happen.
"That long, huh?" he said, with a shit eating grin on his face, slowly jacking his cock in his large, calloused hand.
He again walked closer to her, close enough that her nipples grazed his chest, and his cock tip brushed the hair on her pussy.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the floor, next to Tammy's bath robe. They now, were both naked and Larry had his sights set on the beautiful Tammy Simms.
He reached up and gently pinched her erect nipples, rolling them in his fingertips and groaning softly as his cock hardened even more.
"You've got the sexiest tits I've ever seen, Tammy," he whispered, getting his mouth just inches from her right ear, "Makes my cock drool just touching your sexy nipples."
