Looking up, he saw a dark woman sitting astride him, her long black hair dangling in front of her face, her body silhouetted by the hallway light

With a strange whistling sound from somewhere around the engine, Grant's car lost all power, and he pulled over on the dark, deserted highway, swearing at the car, and bashing the steering wheel with his fist.

His friends would have been surprised to hear the language. He was a quiet calm guy normally, but he'd had enough today. His car had refused to start a couple of hours ago, and after he'd had it jumpered, he was told to drive around for an hour or so, to make sure the battery was charged again.

And this was the result. Out in the country, in the middle of the night, with no transport, no phone, no warm clothing. Shit.

He relaxed a little in the driver's seat and rested his head on his arms, on top of the steering wheel, trying to think what he could do next, when he heard a car flying up the hill behind him. He should have jumped out and flagged the car down, but it was too much effort. Keeping his eyes shut, he listened to the car slow down, and then pull over behind him. The engine stopped, and as he lifted his head from his arms and looked around, he saw a young woman climb out of a black sports car, and walk towards him.

"Hey there, you alright?" the woman asked. A sexy husky voice, and as she got closer he could see that she was incredibly sexy looking as well. She was relatively tall, and wearing a short plain white dress, which accentuated her dark body, and long, jet black straight hair. She was smiling and full of confidence.

"Well no, not really. You don't have a phone, do you?"

"Hold it," as she turned around and returned to pick up a cellphone from her car. "Here you go."

She reached Grant's car again, and handed him the phone through the window. He took the phone, mumbled his thanks, and dug in his wallet for his AA card, to get the number. He passed on the required information as to his whereabouts and problem, and then hung up the phone.

"Look, I'm really grateful. They said they'll be about ten minutes. The breakdown guy just did a job not far from here. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't stopped," handing her the phone again.

"Not to worry. Can I wait with you then?"

"Oh, that's very kind, but I don't want to hold you up any further."

"No problem, I'm not in any hurry. Can I hop in?"

"Well, sure, but isn't that a bit risky, getting in a strange guy's car like this?" Grant was grabbing all the junk off the passenger seat as she walked around.

She smiled at him again. She seemed awfully sure of herself. "Are you strange? You look fairly harmless, and I'm sure I could hold you off until the AA arrive." Opening the door, she sat down gracefully, and he was even more aware of her dark skin, and long legs, perky breasts and very pretty face. "I'm Therese. My friends call me Terry."

"Pleased to meet you Terry. I'm really grateful. I said that already, didn't I? Oh, Grant. My name is Grant. You really haven't caught me at my best. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it. You should see me when I get annoyed."

Grant felt vaguely dizzy, even though he was sitting down. She looked, sounded, and even smelt incredible. What was she doing stopping for stranded vehicles? "

"That looks like a truck, Grant. Could that be the AA?"

"Could be." He opened the car door, and watched the truck get closer. "He's slowing down. Must be him.You want to wait there?"

"Yeah, fine. You go chat with him."

He hopped out and waved down the truck. Sure enough it was the breakdown guy, and they spent the next ten minutes looking under the bonnet of the car, while Grant was questioned about the noise, its pitch, length, timing etc. he really didn't have a clue, and eventually the guy confirmed that he would have to tow the car. The two of them swapped details, and Grant went back to talk to Terry while the driver backed the truck into position.

"He's got to tow it away Terry. He said I can ride back with him in the truck, and then I can try to get a cab home. You'd better hop out of there. Thanks again for all the help."

"A cab? From the garage? Not at this hour. That's a dangerous part of town, you know. Muggers and all that. I'll give you a lift. Where do you live?"

"What? Oh, you can't. I've taken too much advantage of you already."

"Nonsense. I told you I wasn't in a hurry. Come on. Let's get in my car. Has he got all your info?"

"Yeah, he has. Are you sure?"

"Sure I'm sure," she said with that smile again.

"Well okay then. I don't know how to thank you."

"Just get in the car then."

"Okay, just let me check with this guy." As he finalised arrangements with the driver, Terry walked back to her car, hopped in, and started it up.

"Hey, grab your coat!" she called back to him.

"Don't have one. I'm not very organised, am I?" He got in Terry's black car, and realised that this was quite some vehicle.

"I know what you're thinking Grant. What's a girl like me doing with a car like this?"

"No, I wasn't.... well, perhaps a little. It's very nice."

"I stole it earlier," she laughed, and showed him that smile again.

"Oh, right. Well, you picked a good one." And they both laughed as she took off towards the city.

"Where am I going Grant?"

He explained where his house was, and she claimed to know how to get there. He settled into the seat, quite comfortable, if a little cold, with the wind blowing his hair back. He was still stunned at the events that had taken control. The breakdown, the black sports car, and most of all, Terry.

The two of them talked all the way back to his house, but as they pulled up in the driveway, he realised that Terry had managed to tell him almost nothing about herself.

"Thanks again Terry. You've gone way beyond the requirements of politeness. Perhaps you'd like to come in for a quick coffee?"

"A quick coffee? I don't think so. What about a slow fuck?"

"What?" Grant had made the invitation out of politeness, not with any thought that she would accept, and he certainly didn't expect this response.

"A fuck, Grant. You know what that is, don't you? Come on, close your mouth before an insect flies in there. Look, you're single. I'm available. I like sex. You seem like a nice guy. If you don't want to, just tell me."

"No, it's not that. I certainly would like to, but I was a little shocked, that's all. I suppose I'm a little old-fashioned."

"Come on then. Can I leave the car here?"

"Yeah, sure. Come on then." Grant was still stunned. She could leave the car anywhere she liked. He hadn't had a lady at home for quite some time, and had never had a woman like this. He unlocked the door, reached in, flicked on the light and beckoned for her to precede him into the hallway.

"Ooh, this is nice Grant." He lived in an old villa, lovingly restored over a number of years, and it did look very impressive, at least on first glimpse.

"I'm sure it's not up to the standards of someone who drives a car like yours Terry, but I like it."

"I told you, I stole that car", she said absently, then winked at him again.

"Listen, I know what you said before Terry, but would you like some coffee while I have a shower?"

"No time for that. I'm horny as hell. Where's the bed, or some free space on the floor?"

"Uuhh, second on the right is the bedroom. I'll just go and clean..."

"No, I like you like this. Come on. You smell like a man."

"Yeah, but..."

"You want to argue, or get me naked?"

"Naked. No contest. This way."

They both headed for the bedroom, dropping items of clothing along the way. Terry jumped on the bed, and sat up near the pillows, crosslegged, watching Grant hopping about trying to remove the last remaining item. His sock.

"Not bad. Not bad at all," she muttered, looking at his naked body silhouetted in the doorway.

Suddenly her body was covered with his, and his lips were sampling her face, ears, throat. His hands caressed her breasts, and she felt the pressure of his sudden erection between her legs.

"God Grant, you get going fast. Put it in there. No need for foreplay. I need your cock in me now." She spread her legs further, to give him the access he needed, and he felt his penis slipping easily but firmly into her, her moist vagina offering no resistance.

Moving around slightly on the bed, they both got comfortable, and Grant started to move slowly, the sensations both familiar and brand new. Raising himself on his arms, he pulled almost completely out of her, and then thrust back in. A few more thrusts, and they got into a rhythm, Terry's hips lifting to match his pressure, and relaxing as he withdrew. The tempo slowly increased, along with his heartbeat and breathing.

"Oh fuck me harder Grant. Deeper. God you're good. Ooh, I can't wait any longer. Oh God, that's it. Just like that. Oh yes, Ooohhh!"

He could feel her contractions on his cock, a ring of muscles around his centre of being, squeezing his member, and his mind, making him move faster, urgent now to complete the cycle. Suddenly he could feel his orgasm approaching, his whole body tensed, and his cum shot forcefully from his cock in long, tight, almost painful pulses, spraying Terry's hot cunt, and exploding in his brain.

He relaxed on her chest, stray contractions from them both still reminding of the recent violence, sweat dripping from them, their breathing hot, but somehow sweet.

"Oh, don't move Grant. You're not heavy, and I like you there."

Her eyes slowly closed, and she drifted to sleep, still impaled, but thoroughly relaxed. He thought he should move, but found he had no energy, and relaxed where he was, and soon he too slept, thinking of the way that a bad night turned out amazingly well. His last thought was that he still didn't know much about Terry.

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Grant felt something dragging his mind from its sleep, something he urgently had to deal with, and as he woke, he realised that he was lying on his back. There was a weight on his stomach, and someone was speaking to him.

Looking up, he saw a dark woman sitting astride him, her long black hair dangling in front of her face, her body silhouetted by the hallway light, offering glimpses of her mouth, where the noise was coming from. She was moaning quietly, and rocking a little. It was Terry, of course, and last night's adventure came back to him, suddenly.

He looked down a little, and saw her left hand was pinching and squeezing her nipples, alternating between them randomly. Still further down, she rubbed her clitoris with her right hand, and as he watched, she pushed her finger further down and inside herself, picking up moisture and returning to her clitoris, to continue the rubbing.

Suddenly fully awake, he watched with great interest. He had always been excited by the idea of women masturbating, but had never seen them in the act, and he'd never been with a woman like this.

She looked at him, smiled, took a break from caressing herself, and leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"Hi honey. You took quite some waking up. I was about to give up on you."

"I could see that. You just carry on. I'll watch."

"Oh, you like to watch? Perfect. I like to show off."

"Well, don't mind me. Go ahead. You're a very sexy woman Terry."

"Why thank you very much. Some people tell me I'm oversexed."

While she spoke, she returned to the job at hand, and the slight rocking resumed. "I'm not sure about that Terry. What time is it, anyway?"

"Oh, it's about Four AM. Ooh, what's that I feel pressing against my butt?" Terry carried on stroking herself, completely comfortable with her exhibitionism, and able to carry on a conversation as well.

"That's what watching you does to me."

"Mmm, you know, if I move back slightly," and she lifted her butt from his hips, never once ceasing the stroking between her legs. "and lean slightly forward like this...I can put that where it belongs."

As she lowered herself over his erection, he could feel her heat, her slippery moisture, and most of all, the pressure of her finger, still stroking herself, as he slid past. Settling back down on him, she smiled yet again, and he knew he wasn't going to last long like this.

"You keep watching then honey, while I rub myself. It makes me hot. Doesn't that feel good. I can feel your cock twitching inside me baby. Ooh God, it's a big bastard, isn't it?"

He concentrated on controlling himself as she started to move up and down on his cock. The she lifted her slippery self completely off his cock, and then slammed him back in. Up and down like a piston she pumped, all the time with her finger lightly circling her swelled clitoris, groaning and puffing.

"Oh Grant, I'm gonna cum again baby. Oh, grab my ass. Ooh, rub that a little. You like those buns? Oh, yeah, oh, that's the one. Oooh!"

Her body started to shake, and a shiver worked it's way down from her shoulders, through her breasts, and stomach, and arrived at the main event. As her cunt shook and convulsed, tightening on his unbearably hard cock, Grant erupted into her with even more force than last time, and she collapsed on top of him, asleep almost instantly, cum dribbling from her as she continued to convulse around him.

Stunned yet again with the evening's events, he slowly relaxed, and as his cock softened, he rolled her off himself, and nuzzled in behind her sweaty back, and drifted off to sleep himself.

Placing the hot mug on the table, Grant wondered again about last night. He had woken alone this morning, alone, with no sign that Terry had ever been there. He had slept until late, and the sun on his face woke him.

He had searched the house for her, and called out, but to no avail. He thought perhaps it had all been a dream, but then he remembered his car, and went outside to look for it. It wasn't in its normal spot, so that part was obviously real.

Returning to the porch, he retrieved his newspaper and headed back into the kitchen.

Now, sitting at the kitchen table, quietly scanning the newspaper, coffee in hand, it all seemed a little unlikely.

The sound of a car starting up outside startled him, and he spilt some of his coffee on the open paper. Jumping up from the table he grabbed a cloth, and wiped the coffee off the wet paper.

As he finished wiping the mess, he looked down at the stained area, and noticed the name Therese, remembering Terry had said that was her real name. He sat back down to read the entire article.

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Police report that a Mrs Therese Lawrence, an inmate from Lambert Women's Prison has escaped from the high security section of the prison.

Mrs Lawrence is a highly dangerous woman, criminally insane, and imprisoned for the murder of her husband. The late Mr Lawrence was found dead in his bed, where he had been for at least a week before police found his body.

Mrs Lawrence, generally known as Terry, has escaped once before, and was able to kill two more men before police could apprehend her. It seems she enticed these men to perform sexual acts with her, and then killed them during the act, one with a knife, and the other she shot through the head at close range.

Mrs Lawrence was completely without remorse for these acts, and when questioned said:

"They deserved it! They were pathetic. Call themselves men. The world is better off without them!"

Police and Prison authorities warn that Mrs Lawrence should not be approached, and that anyone who had seen her should notify them immediately.

Numerous questions are being asked today about the security of our psychiatric prisons......

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Grant finished the article, and stood from the table, dazed. He knocked the coffee again, and this time it fell to the floor. He didn't even notice.

Walking back to the bedroom, he looked around again, and then noticed a small piece of paper tucked under the bedlamp. He removed it with a shaky hand, flicked the light on, and opened the paper. On it was written a note in small neat handwriting.

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You were so good I couldn't do it. You're fucking lucky baby.

God, I still ache.

Terry.

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Oct 2010
Good story. I'm just sad that the one time you use a (seemingly) Black female character, she is a crazy convict :(

Sep 2010
Delightful fantasy. Somewhat reminiscent of Rod Serling's work. You're in good company there. More please!

Jul 2009
AA should be AAA. Very different organizations!
      GBF: And you, Sir, ought to consider the possibility that life exists outside the United States. No, really.

Jul 2009
Hilarious. i loved the end. It was a good read

Mar 2008
Great story. Love the ending...

Apr 2006
VERY interesting twist. . . totally unexpected. Love the little note at the end.
      GBF: Wow, haven't had feedback on this for a while.

Nov 2005
I didn't see that one coming. A mixture of my favorite things. Romance (sort of), Sex, and the thriller ending.
      GBF: coming? :-)

Oct 2005
Very fasinating story that seems possible. I am enjoying a break from yard work by reading several of your stories. Thank you for the entertainment.
      GBF: Several? I think you've just about read the lot! :-)

Jul 2005
THis was a okay story. I like da sex but not da ***** thing.
      GBF: They have to read it to find out that!

Jul 2005
Wow. How do you do that so deftly?!
      GBF: Huh? Do what?

Jun 2005
Ooooo, I LIKE your darker side Gentle!! :)
      GBF: Why am I not surprised?

Jun 2005
So good, I sent it to my ex!
      GBF: A guy ex, or a girl ex?

Jun 2005
This story came up in the random rotation at SOL. It's another good effort from you.I only gave it a 9.
      GBF: Only? :-)

May 2005
Well written story, short - but not too short. I could see something coming ( excuse the pun ) at the end but not the sting-in-the-tail you gave it. Brilliant!
      GBF: Thanks. Pleased it worked.

May 2005
God this is one of your best one's yet. The ending was GREAT! I LOVED it!!!!!
      GBF: Oh, thanks. Why is there so much interest in this old story, suddenly? :-)

May 2005
Staggering - as always. You always press my buttons.
      GBF: Well thanks.

May 2005
Great story! I love all your stories. Thanks for sharing them.
      GBF: Oh, thanks. And oldie, but a favourite of mine, too.

May 2005
I just love it! There is some action indeed...
      GBF: You had to find some, somewhere...

Mar 2005
I liked it a lot. Interesting premise and a surprising conclusion.
      GBF: Ah, just the effect I was looking for! :-)

Mar 2005
liked the story....no foreplay maybe made it more real.lucky grant.love to read more

Mar 2005
Pretty good!! For my tastes, could have used a little more foreplay...
      GBF: Couldn't we all?

Feb 2005
Gentle, read all 3 stories and it provided me with a better overall understanding of your writings than any 1 of the 3 could have done. I realy enjoyed them. This was a VERY Interesting and Sexy plot.
      GBF: Thanks. But WHAT three stories?

Feb 2005
A very different story with a REAL twist. Very enjoyable and believable.
      GBF: Thanks. I'd wondered where you'd got to!

Jan 2005
Wonderful story. Its an amazing story. lol i rolled at the end. All you stories are wonderful!
      GBF: Oh, so are your reviews!

Jan 2005
(Ok. So I read this one, too, since I liked the first one.) Wow.
      GBF: I'll get you hooked yet!

Oct 2004
Very funny. Enjoyable. Not my usual fare, but I liked it.

Oct 2004
The twist in the end reaaly gave me a surge!

Sep 2004
Nice twist! I didn't see that one coming. That was a fun read, thank you.

Aug 2004
Great ending, but could have used a little more sex . . tie ups ?
      GBF: No, not bondage, not me.

Jul 2004
Very good story with a cool unexpected twist at the end.

Jul 2004
Very interesting turn at the end. Really enjoyed. Keep up the good work . Cant wait to read more.

Jul 2004
Bloody excellent !!! No way was I expecting that ending. You have a gift my friend.

Jun 2004
loved this one the most!

Aug 2003
nice twist in the tale! Continue
      GBF: That's not as easy as it sounds, obviously. But thanks.

Totally Awesome! Please continue to write them.