Chapter 1

 

 

"There's something...hmmm...so sexy about seeing a woman under such a powerful machine," observed a deep, masculine voice several feet away from Clarissa.

As she lay on her back on a creeper, under an elevated Ferrari Spider, Clarissa froze and was certain her heart skipped a beat or two. She knew that voice, knew it very well. There had been times over the past six months that she'd masturbated to thoughts of the wild few days she had with the owner of that very voice.

Play it cool Clarissa, this isn't your first trip to the rodeo, she coached herself, You're a successful, sexy woman. No need to be nervous. Taking in a deep breath she let it out slowly and rolled herself out from under the car.

Sure enough, as she emerged from beneath it, she found herself between the spread jean-clad legs of and looking up at, the grinning face of Mitch Connor. She wasn't sure exactly what it was - aside from the memories of the amazing sex - that made her so attracted to him. Perhaps it was his seductive, dimpled smile, or the way his unruly dark blonde hair was worn a tad on the long side, falling to the collar of his open denim shirt. Or maybe it was his piercing blue eyes, which seemed to carry more wisdom than they should for a man in his mid-twenties - a man some ten years her junior.

As she looked up at him, her eyes couldn't help themselves from taking a glance at his crotch. The bulge of his cock straining the tight denim caused her pussy to become uncomfortably wet under her coveralls.

Catching his gaze, she gave him a coy smile and wink. "Well, you know I like them big and powerful."

He chuckled. "Oh, I know." He took a couple of steps backward; giving her some room to get up and extended a hand to her. "Got some time for a coffee with an old friend?"

'Old friend' wasn't exactly how she'd describe him, but she wasn't about to argue semantics. Quickly wiping the grease from her hands onto her coveralls she accepted his hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.

"Nice look for you," he teased, his eyes travelling up and down her body, which was covered from the neck down in a pair of dark blue, grease and paint coated baggy coveralls.

She chose to ignore his teasing and began undoing the coveralls and stepping out of them, revealing her normal attire of faded low rising blue jeans and skin tight t-shirt which showed just a quarter of an inch of midriff. "Better?" she asked, tossing the coveralls onto a nearby steel bench.

His eyes wandered up and down her body once more, stopping at her generous breasts which were concealed under the stretched cotton. A shiver of desire shot down her spine, remembering how expertly he sucked and teased her breasts in the past. "Oh, much, much better."

As if excited by the prospect of his touch, her nipples tightened under the cotton to stand in hardened peaks. When his eyes finally did move up her body to meet hers again, the look of amusement was replaced with one of hunger. Her pussy clenched in response.

She was tempted to take hold of the front of his denim shirt and press herself against his hard, rigid body, but she restrained herself. Partly because her staff seemed to be a little too curious about her and the stranger - it was as though they could sense the electricity between them - and partly because she was curious about why he'd shown up after six months.

Looping her index finger in one of his front belt loops, she gave it a little tug, "Well, let's go then cowboy, there's a coffee shop just down the street." Releasing his belt loop, she turned and began walking towards the exit. Knowing he was following close behind, she gave her ass an extra little sway for his benefit.

She could hear a low growl coming from behind her; just loud enough for only her to hear and smiled. She hoped he could stay long enough to give her at least a few good days of fucking before moving on. Since she'd been so busy lately, her sex life had taken a beating and it had been a few months since she'd seen any action other than what she gave herself - and that hardly counted.

 

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Mitch couldn't decide what he found sexier, the way her simple white t-shirt clung to her nice pert tits, hence showing off her large nipples or how the denim clung to her tight, round ass. He hoped she hadn't gone and gotten herself mixed up with another stuffy, tight-assed lawyer or some corporate moron since he'd been with her last, because his cock was begging for some serious action.

"So what brings you to New York?" Clarissa asked, pulling the band from her long silky dark hair and letting it cascade freely down her back.

Slinging an arm over her shoulders he pulled her close to his side and placed a quick kiss on the top of her head. "Maybe I missed you." He inhaled deeply and took in the scent of her floral perfume, mixed with motor oil. Surprisingly enough, he found it extremely erotic, at least on Clarissa anyhow - he doubted many women could pull that combo off as well as she could.

Clarissa laughed. "Doubt that."

He frowned and feigned taking offence. "I beg your pardon m'lady but that very well could be the reason."

Clarissa carried on laughing as they continued down the sidewalk, "Like I said, I doubt that." She cut a glance at him, her dark eyes amused. "But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

As they arrived at 'Donuts and More', Mitch opened the door allowing Clarissa to proceed in before following. Despite his denial, Clarissa was right. He did have an agenda, and considering he had a shortage of people he felt he could truly trust and who would have the resources to help him, she was his one and only option.

Mitch had hesitated about going to see her. Truth was that even though he had only known her for the matter of three days, he did harbor feelings towards her, which is why he had decided it was best to walk away from her when he had. The problem with Mitch Connor was that wherever he went, trouble usually followed. Conning for a living had a tendency to do that. However, with regard to the most recent con job in which he'd gotten himself caught up, he found himself in a little too deep over his head.

He paid for their coffees and found them a secluded little spot at the back of the coffee shop - away from other patrons - sitting down across from her.

"So you were able to track me down, huh?" Clarissa teased taking a sip from her coffee.

"The business card you stuffed in my jeans pocket the night I left helped."

"Well I was betting you'd come around again... eventually." She leaned forward in her chair, placing her elbows on the table and catching his eyes. "Didn't think it would be this soon though..."

"Well, how could I stay away from the daughter of the legendary Daniel Eastward?"

Laughing, Clarissa leaned back in her chair and took another sip from her coffee. "Figured it out huh?"

Mitch shrugged. "Again, the business card pointed me in the right direction."

Laughing a little harder, Clarissa nodded. "Fair enough, fair enough. So where are you staying?"

Mitch clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and gave her a sexy, dimpled grin. "Currently at the Travelodge, but I was hoping you might be able to offer a sexy and well-hung drifter slightly more comfortable accommodations."

Still laughing, she ran a hand through her hair and nodded. "I might. Depends though."

"On what?"

"What's in it for me?"

Mitch rubbed the two day old beard that he had yet to shave off as if in contemplation for a moment. "Whatever you want."

The satisfied smile she gave him at his answer told him two things. Firstly, she wasn't involved with anyone at the moment and secondly and more importantly, not too long from now, his cock was going to get some long overdue action.