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Disclaimer: This is one of my written stories. I don't appreciate it being
reposted without the header and, more specifically, without my permission.
Please keep that in mind . . . Oh, and it's intended for an adult audience
only.
Roadside Assistance
(c)2000 by Virago Blue
Paige Newton loved to play the seductress. Any man she couldn't lure with
her feminine charm wasn't worth her time anyway. Eric Andersen, the Nordic
God of all attorneys, had just fallen victim to her latest ploy. He wouldn't
be sorry, though. She might not know a lot about being a legal secretary but
she knew how to fake it. Ingenuity and adventure were pure Paige.
Nordic God was a perfect title for the young plaintiff's attorney. He took
command of a room; his piercing blue eyes and sloping brow forced even the
most arrogant of counsel to sit up and take notice. That power wasn't lost
on Paige. It wouldn't be long until she'd be running her hands through his
sun-bleached hair, feeling his thick arms around her and more.
Paige had applied for the position of his personal secretary and finagled an
interview within three days. Mr. Andersen's ice blue eyes more than once
flicked from her face to the creamy cleavage her red pushup bra offered
beneath her clingy red blouse. Paige only had to lean forward a few more
times to keep his attention on her instead of her brief resume. The job
offer came within the hour, along with consideration on Mr. Andersen's part
concerning her living accommodations. He arranged for her to view a nice
one-bedroom apartment in a trendy part of town. After touring the spacious
high-rise apartment, the agent informed her that the deposit and three
months' rent was covered by Mr. Andersen's law firm. Paige accepted the
offer with stoic grace, shouting her joy on the inside. Eric Andersen was
easy prey.
Racing down the desolate highway back to her old home, Paige reflected on her
good fortune, pushing windblown hair from her face. The night air held a
vague chill but the adrenalin pumping through her body, in combination with
the extra-large mocha coffee from Starbucks, kept her warm in the open
convertible Mustang. Her foot pressed harder on the accelerator.
The night was beautiful and the road stretched out empty before her. She
sipped at her coffee, feeling the sugar and caffeine surge through her
willowy body. She tugged at her bra, scratching her breast beneath the
fabric. The pushup bra always itched, but she liked the way it perked up her
silhouette.
Faster and faster she drove, skimming past occasional highway rest areas and
clumps of scrubby oaks. The landscape was mostly barren in this part of
Texas, with a stand of trees sheltering a sad bunch of cattle every now and
then. With the wind whistling in her ears and the music blaring from the
stereo, she was oblivious to any other sound. Again she scratched at the
skin beneath her bra, jiggling the lace back and forth in irritation. She
unbuttoned another button to reach deeper down to the itch.
"What the hell," Paige said as she continued to unbutton her blouse. She
reached between her breasts and unsnapped the bra. The cups now dangled from
either side of her breasts. She breathed a sigh of relief, always enjoying
that first sensation when she removed her bra.
If the sleeves to her blouse weren't so tight, Paige could have easily
slipped the bra straps down her arms and pulled them over her hands. She
would have to remove her shirt first, either that or re-clasp the bra.
Another three buttons and the blouse opened completely. She pulled the hem
from her tailored gray flannel skirt and shrugged one sleeve from her
shoulder. Paige laughed at the sight. Never before had she exposed herself
like this in the open. What harm could it do? No car for miles and it was
dark. Exposing herself felt liberating. She rode a few miles with her shirt
open, the wind pounding her bare breasts. She thrust her chest forward and
arched her back, breathing in the sensation. Her nipples responded to the
cool air, tightening to long points. After completely ridding herself of the
bra she would slip the blouse back on and button it back up. Simple.
Paige pulled free of one sleeve, singing along to a song on the radio. She
gripped the wheel with her naked arm, bringing the still-dressed arm up to
meet her fingers. As she maneuvered down the highway, her fingers unbuttoned
the cuff to the sleeve. She shook the sleeve, briefly switching hands on the
steering wheel to pull the rest of the blouse down her arm. At that moment,
her coffee, the cup gripped between her legs, spilled across her thigh. She
jumped. The liquid wasn't too hot, but it startled her nonetheless.
At the same moment Paige tried to grasp the coffee cup and shake the blouse
down her arm, a gust of wind blew in from the east, whipping the blouse and
bra wildly around her head. Paige was blinded in a swath of red silk. She
swerved, running off the road onto the soft shoulder. In panic, Paige
overcorrected, sending the little Mustang careening over two lanes of the
highway. Her red silk blouse and red lace pushup bra flew from the car.
Stunned for the moment, Paige slowed the car, pulling to the shoulder.
Topless and wet from spilled coffee, Paige felt the panic rise in her throat.
"Oh, shit," she exclaimed, looking down at her milky white breasts. She
turned, peering behind her in the darkness. "Oh, fuck," she cried, "fuck,
fuck, FUCK!" She gnawed on her lip, looking back through the darkness in
fright. She didn't have extra clothes in the car, not even a jacket to cover
herself. She could never go home like this, knowing she would have to walk
through the lobby of her building, past the security guard and the recreation
room before reaching the solitude of her apartment.
She decided to turn around and find her blouse in the roadside brush. The
thought of traipsing through the high grass and ditch frightened her. What
about snakes and mud? She'd ruin her good shoes if she couldn't avoid the
mud. She slumped a little lower in the seat, shifted into gear, and found the
nearest turnaround on the dark highway, returning to the mile marker where
she thought her blouse might have landed.
Paige left the headlights on as she skimmed the brush with her frightened
brown eyes. She stepped from the car, shivering slightly. She eyed the
tangled limbs and branches off the road and then looked down at her legs. A
good pair of panty hose cost almost ten dollars, money she wasn't willing to
throw away at the moment. She hiked up her skirt and slid the expensive hose
from her legs, tossing them to the backseat. She wriggled her feet back into
her black pumps and began to search the knee-high grass for her shirt.
Paige had covered nearly twenty feet when headlights appeared behind her.
She jogged back to her car and crouched behind it, hands cupped over her
jiggling breasts. She prayed to anyone who would listen to please let the
car pass without anyone in it seeing her.
Her heart caught in her throat as the car slowed and pulled off the road,
parking behind her Mustang. In the gloom of the headlights, she could make
out the shield on the passenger-side door and the outline of the crown of
lights on the top. In the silent night air, she could vaguely make out the
sounds of a police scanner. She was busted.
Deputy James Andersen had clocked the red Mustang earlier going seven miles
over the speed limit. He'd decided to let it slide. He had continued to
watch the little convertible driven by the blonde as it sped down the
highway, focusing on the taillights in the distance. His interest was piqued
when he noticed the Mustang swerve off the road and back on again, stopping
and then turning around. "Curious," he thought, "and definitely worth
checking out."
James ran a check on the license plate before approaching the woman. He
grabbed his flashlight, flicking it on as he closed the car door. He saw the
woman crouched on the other side of the car, the crown of her head bobbing
just above the line of the hood. He stepped behind the car and into the
grass, shining his flashlight on the blonde. In that instant, he knew he was
in for an interesting night. In his three years on the force, never had he
run into a half-naked woman on a dark road.
"Miss?" James began, "what seems to be the problem?" James bit back a smile
as he watched the pretty woman stand, her arms crossed over her chest, each
hand breast-filled.
Paige rolled her eyes as she stood. She managed to give him an embarrassed
smile. She met his eyes and thought she caught him trying not to laugh. He
was cute, she thought, which made her situation even worse. "Um, I think I
lost my blouse," Paige said. She could have slapped her forehead in disgust,
but that would have meant losing her grip on one breast. "I mean, it flew
from my car and I'm trying to find it." The officer's handsome face broke
into a smile. She felt a tingle flush through her body.
James took a few steps closer, passing the beam over her slender body. "Do
you often drive topless?" He liked the way her hair fell disheveled around
her face and shoulders, a wavy tendril slipping over the curve of a milky
breast.
"No. I mean, no, sir. I don't usually drive topless." Paige fidgeted,
shaking the hair back away from her face. "See, I was just trying to take
off my bra, it was itching, and I couldn't take it all the way off without
taking my blouse off first . . . "
"Have you been drinking?" James stepped closer, reaching for the pen light
he kept in his shirt pocket. His cock twitched. He flicked on the pen light
and examined her pretty brown eyes.
"Coffee," Paige answered, taking a deep breath. He smelled clean, like
sandalwood and soap. She inhaled again. Oddly enough she wasn't frightened.
Satisfied she wasn't drunk or high, James returned the pen light to his
pocket. "May I see some I.D.?" He bit down hard on his lip as the woman
looked from him to the purse in the passenger seat.
"It's in there, in my purse. In the main compartment, if you don't mind."
Paige shrugged and bit her lip. "I would get it, but . . . " she let the
words trail off.
James grinned. He reached for the purse, never taking his eyes from her. He
found her wallet with the I.D. and looked it over. "I must say, Miss Newton,
I've never run across anything like this before." James couldn't help but
laugh a little. "Don't get me wrong, it's a nice change and all, but you
know you are in violation of a Pleasant County indecent-exposure law. I
could arrest you."
Paige's brown eyes widened. "It was an accident. Honestly," Paige
continued, "this has never happened before." She let one hand slip slowly
away from one breast, revealing the top crescent of a pale pink areola.
"I'm sorry, Miss Newton. Rules are rules." James smiled down at her, a
gleam in his eye.
"Wait! Maybe we can work something out. I'm desperate. I just got this
great new job, and I'll be fired before I even start if they find out I've
been arrested for exposing myself."
James placed his hands on his hips and smirked. "My brother's an attorney.
I'll give you his card. Now, turn around and put your hands on the hood.
Spread your legs."
"No one would have to know." Paige's voice took on a pleading tone as she
stepped closer to him, dropping her arms. His eyes fell to her softly
rounded breasts heaving in the moonlight. "Please?"
"Against the car, Miss Newton."
Paige, stunned and trying to think of something quickly, stepped up to the
police cruiser. She placed her palms on the warm hood and leaned over,
spreading her legs. She felt obscene. She sensed him approach while
standing there exposed to him. He stood close enough for her to feel his
body heat.
James studied the pretty blonde leaning against his car. Her back was
slender and dipped in at the waist. Her wavy hair reached to mid-back and
trailed over one of her arms. Her short skirt accentuated her long legs and
trim thighs. The high-heeled pumps made her calves tense nicely. Her legs
looked bare, too.
Paige felt aroused, knowing he was taking his time looking at her. She
chanced a look over her shoulder at him and couldn't mistake the expression
on his face or the bulge in his pants. He caught her eye as he unclasped his
gun belt.
"Face forward," he said in a commanding voice.
Paige shivered at his tone.
James leaned in close to the blonde and breathed into her ear. His hands
touched her, skimming her soft sides slowly, up and down. He reached around
and ran his palms over her warm skin, stopping to brush against her hard
nipples once or twice. He circled her nipples with his middle finger,
flicking the erect points. He felt her stir beneath him. "Shhhh, say the
word and I'll stop," James whispered near her ear.
Paige closed her eyes. "Don't stop."
James continued his exploration of her body. He cupped her heavy breasts in
his hands, testing their weight. He pushed them together, squeezing the
nipples. When she moaned, he did it again. She moved against him. He
trailed his fingers over the soft skin beneath her heavy breasts. He felt
her hips, cupping his hands around the front of her skirt and circling her
pubic mound. He felt her arch back against him, exposing more of herself to
his hands.
Every touch set off a different fire within her. Soon she wouldn't be able
to keep still. He teased her slowly. She slid her feet farther apart,
arching her back.
James' hands ventured farther under her skirt. His fingers probed the damp
crotch of her panties, pulling them to the side. She leaned against the hood
of the car, pushing against his fingers. He felt along her slit, rubbing
against the coarse sprinkling of pubic hair. His fingers searched deeper
into the slippery wet folds of her sex, and his stroking became more frantic
with her whispered encouragement. He pushed a finger into her vagina and
moved it around inside her tight walls.
"Fuck me," Paige said as she pushed against his hips. She could feel his
erection against her buttocks and grew more desperate to feel him inside of
her. As one hand fingered her pussy, his other hand lifted her skirt above
her hips, exposing her skewed panties to his eyes.
James guided his penis to her opening, sliding his cock-head back and forth
over her wet slit. She moaned and wriggled against him. They both grunted
when he thrust his cock hard and deep inside her.
Paige pushed against the hood, ramming back into him as he thrust harder into
her. His body slammed against her hips, harshly ramming his penis inside of
her again and again. His fingers rubbed circles over her clit. Paige cried
out as the beginning shudders started deep within her body.
James crushed her body against his as he came with a violent shudder. Sweat
glistened their bodies. Their breaths came in harsh gasps as they collapsed
against the hood of the cruiser.
"Over there," James said, "on the branch."
Paige turned her head and noticed a flash of red before the breeze pushed it
out of her view again. It had to be her blouse. The officer pulled out of
her and straightened his uniform, taking the time to smooth her skirt back
down over her hips. Paige turned around and sat against the hood, not
bothering to cover her flushed breasts.
James retrieved her shirt from the branch and held it for her to slip into.
He fumbled with the buttons, Paige covering his hands with her own to help
him. "I think I'll let you go with a warning, Miss Newton. But the next
time you feel the need to drive topless in this county, why don't you keep
the top up on your car?" He smiled and leaned forward, kissing her full on
the lips. Paige kissed him back.
They parted, and she went to her car and quickly got in. She took one look
back at the blonde officer. "Hey, what's your name?" Paige called out before
he closed the door. He leaned his head out the open window and smiled.
"James. James Andersen."
Paige smiled and turned the key in the ignition.
***
A few weeks later, Paige's late-night encounter with the police officer was
only a memory. She was completely absorbed in her new job, trying hard to
impress Eric Andersen. She flirted, as usual, but as yet he hadn't made a
move on her. He'd put a hand on her back, sometimes sliding it below the
curve of her lower back, but, other than that, nothing. Paige was undaunted.
She had plenty of time to play him. Besides, half the fun was in the chase.
"Paige, my brother, James, will be coming by within the hour. Show him in
when he gets here, okay?" Eric asked her over his desk.
"Yes, Eric," Paige answered. A flash of a memory tickled the back of her
mind.
A buzz startled Paige from her reverie. The voice of the receptionist sounded
over her intercom. "James is here. Shall I send him back?"
"Yes, please," Paige responded, feeling as if she had forgotten something.
Paige returned to her desk, turning back to a stack of mail. A few moments
later, she felt a presence in her office. She looked up and into the eyes of
the handsome police officer from the other night.
James' first thought when he encountered his brother's new secretary was,
"Well-done, bro, much better than the last one." It wasn't until he noticed
the pretty blush spreading up from the neck of her blouse to color her cheeks
that he thought she looked familiar.
Recognition dawned on them both at the same time.
Paige felt hot and flustered. It was him, the officer she encountered after
her embarrassing ordeal. Officer James Andersen, the cute deputy she fucked
on top of the cruiser. Today he wasn't wearing his uniform. Today he looked
gorgeous in old faded jeans, sneakers and t-shirt. She would die if he told
his brother, her boss. She continued to stare at him, speechless under his
scrutiny. "Um . . . ah . . . Mr., I mean, Officer . . . " Paige stammered.
James laughed, "Miss Newton, it's good to see you again." He winked down at
the embarrassed woman noticing how her blush deepened. "Call me James."
Paige could have died. She wasn't going to let the cocky officer get the
best of her, though. She straightened her posture and threw back her
shoulders, smiling up at him with a new confidence. "James, your brother is
waiting for you." With a cool smile she dismissed him and turned back to her
computer.
"What? You two know each other?" Eric Andersen asked from the door of his
office. He looked from James to Paige questioningly.
"We met briefly the other night," James said with a wink.
Paige looked up at Eric. "Very briefly."
Eric's smile widened. "Paige, let's go to lunch." Eric leaned over and put
her computer on stand by. Paige took that as a man who wasn't going to take
no for an answer.
"Oh," Paige began, still flustered as she looked up at James. She turned her
attention back to Eric, "Okay. Lunch sounds great, Eric." Paige smiled
smugly at James.
"Good. You don't mind if James joins us, do you?"
Paige grit her teeth, trying to smile warmly. She caught James laughing
expression over Eric's shoulder. "Of course not."
Paige reached for her purse, allowing Eric to guide her from the office.
*********
You know, this story could continue. Or not. I'm going to leave it up to
the readers to decide. And, while you're at it, tell me what you would like
to see. I'm a little curious and need more than a little kick to get this
story written even if it is talking to me. Let me know at VBWrites@aol.com
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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