The meet

She is waiting...she's been there since 1pm as agreed, no sign of him, or at least she doesn't think so, she's never met him, doesn't even know what he looks like..."fuck he's a time-waster, what a prick. Actually it's maybe a good thing, he's probably a minger anyway" she thinks.

Her phone pings..."white Ranger, end of parking area, under trees, Seattle coffee cup on the hood"

"Oh he's playing games now" she thinks, "well fuck him, I'm leaving". She turns and heads back to her car, then stops, looks at the message again..."fuck! FUCK!". She turns around, starts walking, she sees the Ranger in the distance...she approaches, no sign of anyone, no-one in the car (although the windows are tinted and can't see inside anyway), no-one around...she goes around to the front, the coffee cup is there as in the message...she stops, feeling fearful now, reaches into her pocket, her hand comfortably around her pepper spray, looking around, her heart racing.

"You're late"...she jumps and spins around, he's leaning against the side of his car..."what the hell, where did he come from" she thinks. He pushes off the car, walks towards her, reaches for the coffee, hands it to her.

"I'm not late, you said meet over there, then decided to play hide and seek" she says.

He holds her gaze. He is tall, taller than her...hair shaved short, 2 or 3 days worth of stubble, slim, lean with eyes that have a sadness and also a danger in them...his face is a bit lined, tanned, he has a friendly enough look but also looks serious, focused, a bit scary.

"Habit" he says, "I don't trust many people".

"No shit" she replies. She lifts the cup to take a sip, noticing her hand is trembling a little. A gust blows across the parking, it's October but still cold, she shivers.

"Come here, stand here, out of the wind, its warmer" he opens the passenger door, steps aside.

She moves past him, her shoulder brushing his chest, smelling his scent. She leans against the seat, takes another sip, looks at him again. He can't be called handsome, maybe once, but he looks like he's had a rough ride of life and it shows. Still, there is something...mainly his eyes, they seem to drill into her, taking everything in, not darting about, like a telescopic scope on a rifle.

"Are we just gonna stare at each other, I do have work to get back to you know" she says. A wry grin on his face..."yeah me too" he says, "pass me my phone, it's behind you".

She swivels, looks, "nothing here" she says as she turns back to face him. He is standing right in front of her, a ruler-length from her face. His hand goes behind her head, pulls her to him, their lips meet, not hard but not gentle either. They linger for a few seconds like they are tasting something, not sure if they like the taste yet. She pulls away, slightly, gazing into his eyes, surprised, shocked...

He puts his other hand behind her head too and pulls her back to him. This time the gentleness has gone, this time their lips crush against each other's, this time she doesn't pull away. His mouth opens hers, he steps even closer, driving his tongue into her...she accepts, doing the same to him...his hands twist into her hair, pulling it, pulling her deeper into him...her cup falls to the ground as she runs her hands down his back, his waist...she parts her legs and pulls him to her...the ferociousness of his kissing intensifies, like he is trying to get inside her...she tastes him, he tastes minty with a very slight hint of whisky...it's heady, delicious...

Pulling her head back, he kisses her neck for a brief second, almost as if he is catching his breath, then locks onto her lips again...now he is pressed right against her...

"Fuck he can probably feel my hard nipples" she thinks, "just like I can feel his hardness against my thighs".

He bits her lower lip, not entirely gently, pulling on it, clamping it between his teeth...his hand runs down around her throat, lightly squeezing it...a deep low moan escapes her lips...his hand brushes against her breasts, moving lower...finding their target, he one-handedly starts to unbutton her jeans...she parts her legs more, making it easier for him, she moves her hand from his waist to his crotch...his hardness is obvious, filling her touch...

His hand feels cold against the flesh of her stomach as he pulls her shirt out of her jeans, thrusting it inside her underwear...the smooth skin of her thighs meet the smoothness of her vagina, its only when she feels his hand on her pussy does she realise how wet she is...

Still devouring her lips, he slowly enters two fingers into her...she is hot, wet, wanting...she moans together with him, places her hand on the back of his, pushing him deeper..

His technique is not perfect but this is not the perfect place, this will do for now...deeper inside her, his thumb caresses her clit, pressing on it, gently, hard, firm, moving in circles...

His pace intensifies, thrusting into her, it's rough yet gentle...the perfect combination...

He feels her clit swelling, hardening..."fuck" she murmurs, "oh fuck"...she can feel herself approaching the edge, she wants to be pushed over, squeezing her thighs together, she crushes his hand inside her, her body starts to buck, driving her hips into his hand...without waiting or warning she releases...the wetness turns into a soaking mess, she can't stop it, the contractions of her body vibrate through both of them, pulsating, again and again...she feels the flood running onto his hand, onto her thighs, inside her underwear, onto the seat...

He pulls his lips off hers, his eyes, his fucking blue/green deep intense eyes dance and sparkle...her lips part, she is panting, a hot mess, her chest heaving...

"Ok, NOW you can go back to work" he says