Note: In one of the graphic novels it was suggested that Eden may have been a "Whore" so I'm using it. First of three chapters…maybe…
The sun shone through the droplets to the image of the girl by the side of the road. She was a flash of white through the heavy rain, face throne back to the sky while her skirt dripped and the top clung to her small frame. She looked uninhibited, totally immersed in her enjoyment of the downpour with a candid smile on her lips. And Gabriel was enthralled by the image.
"I can pick her up…she's a hitchhiker, but looks ok. Just stop, right."
He accelerated the car forward, only taking his eyes from the girl to check the traffic behind him, which was sparse. She had stepped forward now, his car in her sights, eyes squinted to watch him through the glass. The car reached her and their gazes locked. The sun was shining through her skirt, her legs a slim silhouette against the light, while the bra visible under the soaking vest saved her from indecency. Gabriel felt a stir of excitement in the pit of his stomach, his breath trapped in his throat as his blood rushed to other parts of his body…a body that quickly transformed into a hesitant, embarrassed one. The hopeful expression on her pulchritude doll face turned into a quizzical quirked eyebrow as his car drove past.
Gabriel gripped the stirring wheel in frustrated disappointment, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, cursing his nerve for having up and disappeared on him. He was tinged pink with mortification.
"Crap! Turn back, she might still get in. But she knows I saw her, and well I'm -"
He's thoughts were interrupted when he noted that the car behind him had stopped beside the hitcher. The woman stepped up to it and leaned down to speak to the driver. Her head bopped in gratitude as she scooped her bag up and got into the passenger seat. The sun shone on the car's windshield, obscuring the driver from Gabriel's sight. He breathed a long suffering sigh and stewed in irritation, as the car quickly overtook him.
Both cars were a few miles from Columbus, finally heading away from Lake Erie. He didn't want to get himself down, he reminded himself that he was away from Queens, a place that had started to make him feel stifled when not working in the shop. Gabriel felt slightly more brightened that the car seemed to be going in the same direction as him too.
"Not that I'll actually see her again. Idiot. Ah well, she might not have even got in with me anyway…"
He busied himself with thoughts of the upcoming conference and the man he was going to meet, but his mind would be drawn back to the girl as his eyes would be given quick glimpses of her face before him. Every now and then he could see her stretch over to the driver, her neck curved in an arc, to say something in his ear. Not that he knows it's a man…Probably likely though. But every time it happened he felt a flash of arousal, curiosity and envy.
He drove into the city, after hours of her before him, trying to find the right direction whilst keeping the other car in his sights. He observed the sign to Forest Park and took the turning, glumly watching the car that was now behind him stop to let the girl out. He lost sight of her in the crowd, becoming a white shimmering mirage, a blur amongst the sweltering hubbub of the masses.
The convention was intriguing, being amongst people with the same interest was great, but that paled into comparison with the gift that was sold to him by the gentlemen, a visitor from abroad. He kept touching the box sitting on top of the bedside cabinet, the preciousness of it making him nervous that it was safe. He kept finding himself smiling goofily. As for the young woman, she took residence at the back of his mind, where he was content to have her a gradually fading nostalgic memory. He settled onto the motel bed, the night too muggy to get in, with a contented sigh. Gabriel gave the Ohio snow globe a shake before lying down, the rain a lulling pattering noise against the window…
Gabriel watched through the glass, as the dark man slowly undressed her.
She was lying back on a car seat that seemed to stretch out under her and enfold her like velvet. He could feel it under his feet and the smell of body warmed leather permeated the air. She was provocatively perfect. Her arms where languidly resting by her head as she parted her legs, the white material clinging to her thighs. His hands glided up her shins, to her calves and then to the back of her hips, fingers digging into the hem of her skirt. Gabriel moaned softly, leaning closer to the surface, as her body was arched before him, her top falling back to reveal her stomach.
Her body was a gleaming view of soft, rain pearled skin and panes of arched hips and sculpted ribs. She was giving a slow muffled keening sound, the noise having an eerie echoic quality, as the skirt was lowed down her legs, her wet skin making the movement slow. The man opened her legs wider, his hands drawing her knees back as far as possible as his fingers began to brush over the edges of her light yellow knickers, but never getting close enough to her centre. She was gasping pleas, voice chocked with want.
Gabriel watched her flushed cheeks getting darker as her hands wrung and grasped at the material of the seat and he fanned out his hands on the glass, desperately pressing against it.
The darks man's mouth was below her belly button, licking around it before kissing upwards to her top, hands fisting the fabric at her sides and drawing it towards her head, revealing her bra. His large hands twirled gently around her arms as the top was removed from her, his body positioned above hers. Her pelvis thrust up towards him, but she growled as he followed the movement. He suddenly pushing back down against her, his groin grinding against hers making the girl gasp and mew before, again, breaking contact.
Gabriel was gasping for breath now, feeling light headed.
She grasped at his shoulders as he kissed her, his fingers drawing down the straps of her bra moving back around to unclasp it. Suddenly it was gone, her breasts pressed up against his hands, thumbs moving in lazy circles over her nipples. The dark man lowed his head and took one into his mouth, twirling and sucking with his tongue, then kissing between them before moving to the other. She was panting now, her legs wrapped around his waist as their hips thrust up against each other. But Gabriel could see that they still weren't touching, the man leaving a sliver of a space between them.
The girl pushed at the man's chest, forcing him up and swept her hands downwards, hooking her fingers into the hem of her underwear and forcing them down. She was naked below him now, only her lips, cheeks and sex flush with lust, the rest of her still porcelain white. He cupped her mound, his hand unmoving till he hovered his fingers over her clit, before suddenly brushing a feather light touch to the nerves that made her jump and plead. The man, almost inaudible till now, started to groan as she grasped him in her fist, moving her sex up and down his, lubricating him and lingering at her entrance.
All three moaned as he slipped inside her, and Gabriel felt like he was going to explode.
They began to move with a tenacity against each other, as her eyes looked into his, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. The man hooked both her knees over his arms and spread her, as she whispered into his ear. The man gasped and started to pound into her as she gave yelping sounds while her fingers found her clit.
The erotic play before him was reaching a crescendo as a sound reached his ears. A creaking, clicking sound as the glass of the dome started to crack. Gabriel felt panic grip him, the girl was arching, screaming and if the glass broke it would be over. She was shattering and he suddenly gasped, his eyes involuntarily squeezing shut…
…As they sprang open to the dawn lightened room, the only witness to his rasping breath as his climax passed.
To be continued…