The Car Crash

Chapter 1

Travelling North on El Camino Real through the endless car dealerships, shopping centres, convenience stores and bars, punctuated by traffic lights, I realized I was going past where there used to be a bar called the HipHugger, which I had visited many years ago while trying to convince myself unsuccessfully that I was a real man.

I moved my head to look forward just a little too late, the sound of the tyres failing to grip on the tarmac like sacks being dragged along staccato style as the ABS failed to stop me. The red tail lights of the car in front seemingly immune to the traffic light being green, getting closer with every millisecond, each millisecond lasting a minute, the elegant court shoe pressing hard on the brake pedal clearly not going to prevent the impact. The sound of twisting metal cut short by the white fabric of the airbag enveloping my face. The world moved surprisingly slowly and apparently gently. The midsize Japanese hire car that I was driving crumpling into steel origami with staggering ease even though I had not been travelling that fast. The big Mercedes in front of me, that had tried to move forwards as I’d approached, moved across and parked the other side of the junction, not even apparently scratched. Everything now silent. I pushed the door open, picked up my handbag from the footwell; luckily it was zipped closed so hadn’t strewn its contents around the car, and I went to speak to the driver, then we saw a police car pulling up behind us.

Earlier that Wednesday afternoon I had checked in to the same hotel as I always did on my business trips to the California Bay Area. Greeted by name by the handsome tall black receptionist who always smiled at me, at least since I had managed to lock myself out of my room wearing a tight burgundy bodycon mini dress.

“We have your favourite room near the pool, Mr. Reeves, with the private garden.”

“Thank you, good to be back.”

There aren’t many places in the world where a T-girl can allow her two worlds to merge without worrying, and I was thrilled that I got to travel to one of them so often.

I had slept pretty well on the long-haul flight from London in Virgin Upper Class, starting the flight with a G&T at the inflight bar, admiring the crisp cut of the flight attendants’ bright red uniforms and, as every time I flew, wishing we could change places. Even so, I knew that I should get some sleep, as my body was already telling me it was night-time.

As I always did, I quickly unpacked, hanging my dresses and blouses in the wardrobe, filling the chest of drawers with my lingerie, arranging my makeup in the bathroom and placing my drab everyday clothes in the last drawer. I stripped off my clothes, putting them in the linen bag in the bottom of the wardrobe, then in the bathroom I shook the pink aerosol and sprayed the white foam thickly over my body from the neck down. A few minutes later, always a couple of minutes longer than they say on the can, I stepped into the shower. Luxuriating in the hot water and expensive body wash and shampoo, I washed away the flight along with what little hair had grown since I was last here a couple of weeks ago. Patting myself dry with the soft towels and smoothing the expensive body lotion into my smooth skin, I drew the blackout curtains, slipped on my gold satin and black lace nightdress, and curled up in the huge bed for a few hours sleep. I set my alarm for 5:30pm, allowing myself three hours sleep and then two hours to get ready for my date with Richard this evening, I sent Richard a quick mail confirming I’d landed, then drifted off listening to the sound of the fountains in the gardens.

The sound of my phone alarm pierced through my deep sleep. As much as I travel, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that; still, I don’t have too many issues with jetlag. Groggily I got up. I went to the curtains and opened them wide, allowing the late afternoon sun into the room. One of the things I love about those garden rooms is the level of privacy: even with the curtains wide open there was no one that would be looking in. I put a capsule of “Fog Chaser” coffee in the machine and hopped back in the shower, more to wake me up than to wash.

Back in the bedroom I went to my wardrobe to choose what to wear tonight. I settled on my gold bandage dress from French Connection; it’s made of a really heavy fabric and always fits beautifully. It is a little low cut, but I know Richard likes that.

Choosing the right lingerie to go with that meant my new low-cut Triumph body. It’s got enough shaping in it to give me the right curves, the bra cups are designed to boost a girl’s “assets” yet it allows for a lot of cleavage to be on display. Despite having poppers on the gusset of the body I first pulled up my skin-tone dancers’ gaff, pushing my balls home at the same time, and pulling my small penis back between my legs. Pulling the body on is always a little of a struggle, but always worth it, and as it settled on my waist and I pulled the straps up over my shoulders I could happily bid farewell to Mr. Simon Reeves for the night. I made sure the cups were positioned well over my own very modest breasts and pulled the gusset together, pressing the pop fasteners and creating an absolutely flat front, my maleness gone. My own breasts, just under an A cup, were not enough for the dress I was planning, so I took out my large self-adhesive breast enhancers, Carefully positioning them, I ensured that my own breasts created the cleavage, and my breast forms filled the cups, giving a perfect illusion of large breasts: I knew Richard loved it!

Before starting on my make-up, I opened my Mac to check on the plans for this evening. I opened the reply from Richard looking forward to knowing his plans. He has a penchant for rather public displays of affection and I never knew quite what to expect. What I hadn’t expected was that unfortunately he was unwell, and his doctor had recommended he stay home in bed. Disappointed, I wondered what to do; open a bottle of wine and spend the evening in the garden? Invite the guy from reception over… probably not. See if another of my friends and occasional suitors were available for the evening?

I decided that was the best choice, and quickly sent mails to a gurlfriend who lived in Los Gatos and two gentlemen friends from the San Jose area. I knew they would get back to me fairly quickly so decided to use the time to do my make-up, I looked at the clock and saw it was 6:15, so still early.

Not knowing what I was going to be doing that evening, I decided not to be too dramatic with my make-up; a standard evening look, first some good foundation and contouring, including my cleavage, smokey eyes, with white eyeliner on the wet line of my eye to open them up, lengthening mascara, and a dark burgundy lipstick rather than a bright red. I finished my lips off with a plumping gloss coat and then just a very light dap of silver eyeshadow on the centre of my lower lip and a little brush of highlight powder on the swell of each breast.

Happy with the way my makeup looked I went to check on my messages. Vicky was at her holiday home that week, and of the two men only Laurence had replied. He was busy, but he’d be happy to play this weekend. He is a local Dom and dates with him always involved my bondage and spanking or flogging in some way. I sent him back a quick reply that I was booked into a hotel in San Francisco so may see him in the city. Then I opened up Craigslist. I quickly wrote a post saying I was an English T-Girl in town, who was interested in a date for the evening. If nothing else, it would give me a few interesting replies to read through with a glass of wine later.

I opened a new packet of Aristoc black lace-top hold-ups and slid them up my legs, always relishing the feel of the nylon however many times I wore them. I made sure the lace from the top band was straight, with the seam at the back and that they were pulled up high enough not to show under the short dress I was planning. I lifted my dress from the hanger and carefully lowered it over my head, making sure I did not damage my makeup. I adjusted the shoulder straps, smoothed the skirt down and checked that my cleavage was on show, but not my underwear or breast forms. Next I brushed out my favourite wig and settled it in place. Throwing my hair back, I looked in the mirror and mouthed “good to see you again”. I quickly put on my jewellery and adjusted my delicate watch. I slipped my feet into a favourite pair of shoes, some leopard print courts with a 4 inch heel: high, but low enough that I could easily drive and walk anywhere. Then I sat at the desk and painted my long finger nails the same very dark red that I had painted my toes before I left. I always keep my nails long, at least 4 mm past the end of my fingers, and although colleagues very occasionally comment it’s definitely worth it for moments like this, just like it’s worth having my eyebrows regularly threaded: not too thin, but fairly high and arched, just androgynous enough to get away with.

Once they were touch dry, I went back over to my mail: another reply from Laurence, saying he’d let me know about the weekend. Nothing from my other friend. There were also about 30 replies to my Craigslist post; lots from guys much too young for me. I’m sorry, but I don’t like being with someone that makes me feel old. Some more from guys who’ve never been with a T-Girl before, “but can I teach them…” or some that say they will “dress up in my clothes for me if I’d like…” I wouldn’t like. I put those all in the trash. Quite a few who thought a three word reply and a picture of a dick, clearly cut and pasted as a reply to every “available” ad they saw counted as the clear face photo I’d asked for. They went in the trash too. After a good cull I was down to a half dozen interesting replies. I answered those, asking what they had in mind for the evening. This time I didn’t have to wait long. I got replies straight back, obviously surprised at getting an answer in the first place. After another couple of mails I decided I would go and visit a French gentleman apparently called Francois, just a few years older than me, who had moved to the Bay Area to work with a tech firm, and who lived between Sunnyvale and Los Gatos; he seemed fun, he was articulate and had his own place that he was inviting me to.

I went through what I would need in my handbag: lipstick (I was expecting I would need to touch that up), some gloss for good measure, some face powder, a hairbrush, my purse, which I swapped my ID into, a credit card, cash and a room key, my phone, lube, and condoms.. I slipped on my little black faux-leather jacket and I was ready to go: an extra spritz of perfume and I was out of the door.

I hopped into the little silver Nissan rental car, put the address into the satnav and headed off. It was still fairly early, around a quarter to eight. The quiet residential street was exactly as I had expected for this area: fairly unassuming, but each house worth well over a million dollars. The house I was going to was what would be described as mid-century modern: a lot of glass and wood, but private too. I pulled the car onto the drive beside a new Tesla, and gathering my things went to the front door, where I was met by Francois. I was used to Craigslist throwing up some surprises, but Francois seemed to be pretty much as he had said. He invited me in, and we chatted a little, about his company, why I went to the Bay Area so often, and Europe. I was enjoying myself and happily accepted a small glass of wine. He led me through to his sitting room. The house was very much open-plan and the sitting room was huge. The whole of the wall to the garden was glass and must have been 4 meters high and 12 meters long. The room was exquisitely but sparsely furnished, clearly a bachelor pad. He invited me to join him on his large sofa and he pulled me into his arms, his fingertips running gently up my side. He kissed me gently on the lips and thanked me for choosing him this evening. I told him that I had obviously made the right choice. He raised his glass to mine, and I finished the last of my glass and put it onto the table beside us. He offered me another glass, and as it was a superb chilled French white wine I was very tempted, but declined as I was driving, and still had jet-lag to contend with.

Francois pressed a button on his remote and a trans porn film started playing on his huge TV. I would have preferred some soft music, but it was his house. He rested his hand on my nylon covered thigh; my short dress had ridden up to show quite a lot of leg as I had sat down He was clearly a little nervous, but when I didn’t stop him he started to caress my leg and his fingers found the lace at the top of my stockings. He pulled away very briefly to smile at me, then he said;

“Naughty girl Stephanie.”

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes of course… I don’t know quite how to ask this, but… how much do you charge?”

“Do you think I’m a whore then?” I asked, not offended. It wasn’t the first time on Craigslist I’d been asked that question, it wasn’t the first time that evening: half a dozen of the mails I’d received earlier had asked my rates.

“Well… I don’t know, quite a lot of girls on Craigslist are...”

“Would it make a difference to you if I was?”

I toyed with the idea of telling him I was, I’m sure we have all fantasised about that… but that’s a story for another day.

“No, honestly, I like you, and I’d just like to know.”

“Well I’m not, but don’t let that stop you treating me like I am.”

With that he pulled me to his lips and kissed me, tentatively at first, then as I opened my soft full lips for him, his tongue invaded my mouth, kissing me deeply, exploring me as I caressed his tongue with mine. I enjoyed the slightly rough feel of his skin against my very soft skin. I felt his hand sliding my dress up my thigh so that he could caress the white skin at the top of my thigh, brushing across the lace tops of my stockings before settling on the bare skin. As his lips left mine and he gently kissed his way down to my neck, I lifted my chin to allow him to feast on the pale white skin of my neck and my décolletage.

I slid my hands along his thighs, feeling the bulge in his trousers. I undid his belt and undid his zipper, my hands quickly finding his hot, hard flesh. With my hand I gently explored his cock: not huge, but quite long and thick enough. I was pleased to find he was uncircumcised, it would mean the head of his cock would be so much more sensitive.

I released myself from his embrace and dropped to my knees. I gestured to him to lift slightly and I pulled his trousers off, which he then kicked to the side. Looking him in the eye, I kissed my way along his thigh until I gently kissed the head of his cock. Sliding back his foreskin, the head of his cock glistened. Opening my lips, I welcomed his cock into my hot mouth, squeezing the underside of his shaft with my tongue. I slowly dropped my head down, my hands stroking his skin, one under his shirt up to his nipple. As I felt the sensitive helmet, right in the back of my mouth, sliding past my gag reflex, my nose was against him, so I slowly started to raise my head before dropping again all the time caressing him with my tongue. I felt his hands push the shoulder straps of my dress to the side, allowing the top of my dress to drop. Without breaking rhythm, I quickly stood and slid my dress off, allowing it to drop to the floor. Now just wearing my deep burgundy plunging lace body and my stockings and heels, I dropped straight back to my knees and started to increase the speed of the rhythm of my sucking. I kept eye contact with Francois, seeing him take in what I was wearing, and watching my lips around his cock. Briefly I lifted my mouth, licked the tip of his cock, licked my lips and then swallowed his cock deeply. I felt him start to pulse as his orgasm built. Then the first pulse, the jet of sperm filling my mouth, I closed my mouth to keep all his seed as he pumped me full, slowing then as he softened. I kissed the tip of his cock as I looked up at Francois and i let a little dribble of his seed run down my chin, dripping down to my cleavage.

Francois pulled me up to him on the sofa and into an embrace. I sensed he was having a slight post-orgasm guilt moment, so I just cuddled up to him while it subsided, and sure enough after a few minutes he turned to me and kissed me, although not deeply. He stood and refilled both our glasses and held mine out to me.
Raising them, he whispered “thank you.” I had one mouthful of the wine and enjoyed the sensation of it mixing with the remnants of his spunk in my mouth before swallowing it. I put my glass back on the side, aware that I had to drive back to the hotel shortly.

I curled up in Francois’ arms as the porno kept playing. His hands started to caress me again, his fingers pushing inside the bra cups of my underwear. I could tell he was used to T-girls as he deftly found my own nipples beneath the breast forms, teasing them, causing them to grow and harden. We kissed deeply as his hand caressed my legs and stroked my arse, his fingers tracing the edge of my lingerie. My own hands were caressing his cock as it hardened again. I felt his fingers find the poppers on the gusset of my lingerie, then in one smooth motion he pulled them open, sliding the delicate fabric away. His skilled hands quickly pushing aside the thong back of my gaff, he found my rosebud and gently started to work me open. Soon he pushed me back until I was laying on my back on the sofa. My head dropped back briefly, and I realized we were pointed straight at the porno where a shemale was being serviced by two guys. Francois pushed my legs up and wide, resting them over his shoulders. Quickly I reached beside me to my bag and pulled out a condom and lube. I made sure I was wet, while rolling the condom onto his shaft. I felt the tip of his cock opening me up as I looked into his eyes. Behind me I could hear the sounds of the girl being fucked as Francois slid himself deeply into me. I knew that as he had recently cum he was likely to last a while, so I enjoyed the sensation of being truly fucked. I loved the way being on my back with my legs open allowed me to look into his eyes as he fucked me. He built his rhythm and continued to pound me. On screen, the guys had clearly cum all over the girl and Francois flipped us around so that he was laying down and I was riding him. I was impressed that he’d managed to do that whilst keeping buried deep inside me. I let him lay back as I fucked him with my arse, twisting as I moved up and down, squeezing him with my sphincter. He roughly pulled the tiny straps of my body down, then discarding the forms started to tease and twist my own breasts. I could sense that he was again close, so I lowered my breasts to his mouth, feeling his rough skin as he sucked and bit my tits. He urgently flipped me onto my back again, pushing my legs wide open. His second orgasm was more forceful than the first as I felt his seed pumping in my arse. I regretted that I had to use a condom, wishing that I could feel him filling me. As his orgasm was subsiding, he pulled out of me and discarding the condom he aimed the last couple of jets at my face and breasts. Then he pulled me into an embrace: no guilt this time.

I realized the time was getting on and I should be going back to the hotel, so I made my excuses, and, pulling my clothes back on, I quickly visited his bathroom to make sure I was presentable. I was pleased that his cum stains were on my lingerie but not on my dress. I fixed my make-up and brushed my hair and bade him farewell, promising I’d call next time I was in town, before heading back out to the car.

I didn’t bother with the satnav, deciding to just drive up El Camino Real, the long strip which goes the whole way up the peninsula. As I was driving along, I looked at the businesses; those bars that were on the road were emptying, but the liquor stores and gas stations were still open. Then I realized I was close to where there used to be a lapdancing club, the HipHugger.

Chapter 2

The driver of the Mercedes walked over to me, he was about the same age as me, and wearing the standard Silicon Valley uniform of chinos with a button-down collar shirt. He offered me a cigarette. As Simon I hadn’t smoked for years, but as Stephanie, I needed a cigarette, and gladly accepted it. He was concerned that I was OK and was surprised by the amount of damage to my car. The police car pulled in with its lights flashing. Both cops got out of the car, one of them went with the Mercedes driver to look at his car, and I assume to get his side of what happened, the other spoke with me. He checked my license, he looked at the photo and the name, then at me, then the photo again.

“Thank you, Miss Reeves. You know you can get a license with your new gender?”

Then he wanted to know what I’d been doing, where I’d been, had I been drinking etc. I explained that I’d been visiting a friend, that I hadn’t been drinking. Then that I had seen the lights had turned green and that there were two cars waiting at the lights, that I hadn’t been speeding, that I had momentarily looked away, and then as I realized that the car in front of the Mercedes was not moving I had put my brakes on hard, but that I was by then too close. Clearly my story tallied pretty well with what the Mercedes driver had said, so the cop said that clearly this was just an accident. He was a little closer to me at this point and asked “you said you hadn’t been drinking, are you sure that isn’t alcohol I can smell?”

I explained that I had only had a small glass of wine and that was a couple of hours ago. This wasn’t what he wanted to hear, so firstly he asked me to walk along a line: luckily I’d had plenty of practice in heels. Then he asked me to blow into a breathalyser. I was terrified at that point. In my head I knew I should be fine, but my heart was pounding as he watched the gauge as he told me to keep blowing.

“OK that’s fine.”

He suggested I might want to sit on a bench while we did some paperwork, which I did happily. I asked him if he by any chance had a cigarette; thankfully he did and offered me one from his packet and lit it for me. As I filled in the form, I noticed him looking at my crossed legs but dismissed any further thoughts, considering myself lucky to have got away with the accident. As we finished up the forms, the Mercedes driver had disappeared, I went over to the wreck of the car and checked there was nothing left in it. I asked the cop what I should do next as he said that he had already arranged for it to be towed away as it was blocking the junction. He apologized that he was unable to give me a lift anywhere, and gave me the numbers of a couple of taxi companies in the area written on his card.

So, there I was, standing in a slightly sketchy area, wearing a rather short gold dress and high heels with a little black jacket at around midnight. Luckily it was still warm. I looked around and saw that the gas station was still open, so I walked along, went inside and asked the cashier for a packet of twenty Marlborough Silver 110’s, then I chose a leopard print disposable lighter. I wandered back to where my car was as the tow truck arrived. I took a cigarette out and lit it, enjoying the look of the red stain I left on the white filter and seeing the contrast with my deep red nails. Pulling the smoke down into my lungs I looked around, trying to decide what to do next. The driver from the tow truck came over and took a signature from me, and then he was gone too.

I shivered involuntarily. Looking around I saw that there was a Sees Candy store on the corner, which had lights on and a bench, so I decided to go there so I could call a cab and wait in the street lights. As I crossed the junction to the store, I saw that there were a few people walking along the road. I guessed one of the bars had kicked out. It was a mixed crowd, mostly guys, some clearly there since they finished work and a little the worse for wear. I stood by the lights of the Sees Candy store and lit another cigarette, giving me something else to focus on. I opened my bag and dug out the officer’s card with the numbers on and then pulled out my phone, which now had a smashed screen, I assumed from the crash. It was dead. I wondered what to do next; I could walk back to the garage, I could see if one of the bars was still open, or I could ask one of the guys walking past if I could borrow their phone.

I waited until a couple of guys were walking past who looked a little more sober, and stepped out to speak to them;

“Excuse me.” I started

“Nahh we’re not interested in a hooker!”

That didn’t go so well then. I tried again a couple of times in the same way, with roughly the same result. The next time I took my jacket off and laid it on the bench, I pulled the tight skirt of my dress up slightly and tried again. I thought that if I could at least get past the first sentence I could explain what I needed

“Excuse me?” I could see immediately the guy was wasted, and was looking me up and down.

“You in business?”

“Not exactly.”

“What d’ya mean, you is or you ain’t?”

“I’m hoping to use a phone to get a taxi.”

“Well I’m looking for a blowjob, how about you suck me off and I’ll let ya use ma phone?”

At that point another guy was walking past, who wasn’t wasted from an evening drinking.

“Can I help?”

“Oh, yes please. I just need to use a phone.”

The first guy wandered on shouting about me being a two-bit whore to no one in particular.

“Are you OK?” the guy asked

“Yes thanks. I just wrecked my car and I need to get a taxi back to car rental company at San Jose Airport to get a replacement; the thing is my phone was smashed in the crash.”

“That was you? I was in the bar just over there and we saw the crash!”

I blushed slightly, “Yes, that was me, I’m afraid.”

“Look, if it’s easier I live down that way. I can just give you a lift?”

“That’s kind of you to offer, but really I can just call a cab.”

“It’s up to you. It’ll take a while for a cab to arrive, and sorry to say but the way you’re looking it’s not a great idea to be standing on a street corner.”

“If you’re sure it’s no trouble?”

“No, no trouble at all.”

I really wasn’t sure that this was a great idea, but I followed his lead to the large parking lot in front of the few stores. He pressed a button on his key and the lights of a big silver BMW 7 series came on.

“By the way, what’s your name? I’m Brad.”

“Nice to meet you Brad, I’m Stephanie.”

Brad opened the passenger door for me and I put my bag and little jacket in the footwell, then lowered my bottom into the seat and swung my legs in, trying not to show Brad too much leg, although with the length of my dress that was a little tricky. He got into the driver’s seat and pulled the powerful car out onto El Camino. Looking over at this clearly successful man I almost regretted that San Jose airport was so close, at this time of night probably only a twenty-minute drive. I breathed in the scent of leather from the car, mixed with Brad’s cologne, I couldn’t see any signs of another woman in the car, so assumed that he was single. The car had “ambient” lighting, so there was a warm orange glow of light; looking down at my legs I liked the way that it sheened on the sheer nylon. I glanced down to check that my cleavage was looking good and that my breast forms were still covered by my lingerie. Happy with the way I looked, I looked over at Brad, now with the chance to appraise my rescuer. He was wearing a light blue linen shirt which had clearly been well pressed earlier in the day, along with a pair of tan coloured trousers. I would guess he was a little older than me, possibly early fifties. He was clean shaven, and his hair, a salt & pepper mix of brown and grey, was cut short. He was definitely handsome. I glanced instinctively at his hands on the steering wheel: no ring, and no ring line.

“Thank you for doing this for me Brad, I don’t really know this area very well.”

“That’s OK, Stephanie, always happy to help out a pretty woman.”

He looked over at me smiling. “It’s none of my business by the way, but I want you to know that I understand you are transitioning and that doesn’t stop you being a pretty woman.”

I was slightly taken aback, but also pleased: I’m not yet truly transitioning. I had taken black market hormones for a while, which had softened my skin and features slightly and given me small boobs of my own. I had stopped though as I thought it a bad idea. They had also left my own cock slightly smaller and I no longer felt the need for an erection, which for me was a benefit.

“Oh… thank you for saying so. How did you know?”

“I wasn’t sure, just a couple of little things, your voice is just a little deep, but honestly that’s sexy as hell!”

“Thanks.” I blushed and hoped that the warm lighting would cover that up for me

Brad was now driving through Santa Clara and we were getting close to the airport, I decided to cross my legs to let my dress ride slightly up my thigh. I smiled to myself as I saw Brad glance down and I twisted slightly in my seat, allowing my dress to ride up slightly more, just enough to show the start of the lace welt of my stockings.

“We’re just about there,” said Brad. “Are you sure you are going to be OK, do you know that they are open?”

“Well I obviously haven’t been able to call ahead, given my phone is smashed, but on the rental papers it says they are open 24hrs.”

“Why don’t I come in with you? Just in case?”

“That would be very kind, but you really don’t need to.”

In truth I was pretty nervous. I had rented the car as boring tech businessman Simon Reeves, and that was what was on all the paperwork. I wasn’t sure how the night-time desk staff would react.

“It’s no trouble, I wouldn’t be much of a knight in shining armour if you ended up stuck here would I?” he said, whilst again glancing at my legs.

We were at the airport now, and swung round to the parking bays outside the rental car centre. Brad opened my door for me, and I swung my legs around to get out, showing my stocking tops briefly as I did, I slipped on my little jacket and picked up my bag. Brad held the door open for me and followed me into the counter.

There were a couple of staff on the desk, a guy and a girl, both around 25 and both looking pretty bored. I went to the girl and explained what had happened. She took the paperwork which I had retrieved from the door of the Nissan and started to go through it.

“But this is for…. Oh, sorry, Miss Reeves, you’ll need to fill out this form… Dave, can you see if we’ve got any vehicles available?”

I went through the form, with Brad standing beside me. At one point I asked him what the name of the cross street was where the accident had occurred, and he put his arm around my waist as he told me. His touch was warm, and I moved slightly closer to him.

Dave was tapping away on his keyboard, but then looked across at us

“Sorry Kirsty, sorry Miss Reeves, we don’t have any cars ready to go right now, it’ll be about another hour. How about you swing by in the morning?”

“Have you really not got anything available? My hotel is up in Palo Alto and I don’t really have any way of getting back there, or back here in the morning.”

“Well if you want, you can get yourself a coffee, there’s a free machine in the waiting area, and we’ll get you a car as soon as we can, but it’ll be an hour or so.”

I felt Brad’s arm around me again. “Look, why don’t I just drop you to your hotel, then you can get a cab to bring you back in the morning?”

“That really is too much trouble for you. Even without any traffic it’s over an hour round trip for you. I guess I’ll just get a cab from here.”

“I insist. I’m happy to spend a little more time with you.”

By now I was enjoying the feel of Brad’s arm around me and didn’t really want him to leave,
“OK, but I’ll just go and freshen up first. Could you hold this for me?”

I handed him my little jacket and went to find the Ladies loo. I wasn’t quite sure where this was going but I wanted to be ready in case. I quickly slid my dress off and hung it on the hook. Then, after visiting the toilet, I made sure that I was still well tucked. I used a dampened towel to remove what I could of Francois’s cum stains, before adjusting my boobs slightly so that the inbuilt push-up bra in the body made the absolute most of my breasts. I slipped my dress back on, then touched up my make-up, adding a fresh coat of deep lipstick and gloss and brushed my hair. I knew then that I looked as good as I was going to. I thanked my luck that this was the first night, so my jetlag meant that I was now wide awake, my body thinking that it was about 8:30 in the morning. I checked the contents of my handbag before going back out to find Brad.

“Are you set?” asked Brad, I noticed his eyes running up and down my body

“Yes thanks, shall we go?”

“Sure!”

Chapter 3

Brad led me out to his car, this time with his arm around my waist. He opened the door for me, and I knew his eyes were on my legs as I swung them round into the footwell. He opened the back door and laid my jacket in there before getting into the driver’s seat. Whilst he was going round the car I had crossed my legs and very carefully arranged the hem of my dress so that the lace tops of my stockings were just showing, and so that the seatbelt was accentuating my cleavage. Brad looked over at me, his eyes no longer pretending not to look as they ran over my thighs and up to my breasts.

“Where shall I take you then?” Brad asked me, clearly intending the double entendre.

“My hotel is in Palo Alto, the Dinah’s Garden if you know that?”

“Sure, near the Tesla garage?”

“Yes, that’s the one.”

Brad had his right arm resting on the centre console and I gently rested my fingertips on his arm, my deep red nails standing out in contrast to his shirt. He clearly took this as an invitation and his hand slid across and rested on my knee, I could feel the warmth of his palm through the fine nylon. He slowly and gently stroked up and down my thigh and I rested my hand on top of his forearm, tacitly giving him permission to continue.

The powerful car turned on to the central expressway, an urban dual carriageway running parallel to but between the freeway and the El Camino. He squeezed my knee slightly, then I felt his hand running higher this time, gathering up the hem of my dress and pushing it up until the welts of my stockings were visible. I uncrossed my legs as he caressed my thigh, stroking the pale skin above my stocking tops. I stroked his arm to both show him that I was OK with him carrying on and in case he went too far to enable me to stop him. We were now travelling at around 60 and quickly getting closer to Palo Alto. Brad’s fingers went to a small panel on the side of my seat and I felt the back of my seat reclining.

“Are you sure I shouldn’t have called a cab, Brad? I’m not sure you’re rescuing me at all anymore?”

“Well let’s just say I’m enjoying giving you a ride… anyway, we’re driving a little too fast for you to get out here.”

“I wouldn’t dream of getting out when I’m in a car with someone as handsome as you!”

With that I felt the seat back drop further and his hand went to pull the hem of my skirt up further. I snaked my hand over to his leg and caressing him found his cock hard and pressing against the front of his trousers. Controlling the car with one hand, as he pulled up at a set of traffic lights, he looked over at me and pulled my left leg towards him. My legs now open, he stroked my inner thigh, brushing against my flat crotch. My own hand had found his zipper and my deep red nails were now about to touch his cock.

“I think you better wait until we get to your hotel, unless you want to be in a second wreck tonight! Still you’re not driving are you, so why don’t you spread those long legs a little wider for me?”

I slipped my right heel off and rested my foot on the dashboard of the car and twisted in the seat slightly bringing my right knee up towards me. I noticed that the seat belt was now only across my lap, so I brought my hand up to the left strap of my dress and dropped it off my shoulder, exposing the dark burgundy lace, which looked sensual in the glow of the lights in the car.

Brad looked at me smiling; “And the other side?”

As the car pulled away from the lights, I slipped the strap from my other shoulder. My dress was now bunched up around my waist under the seat belt. As Brad was caressing my inner thigh, stroking pale white skin above my stocking tops. By now I was so turned on I didn’t care where I was. My left hand was still stroking Brad’s leg while my right hand went inside my bra cup to tease my nipple. Looking straight at Brad I moved my hand to my face and put my fingers to my tongue then back to my breasts. Brad’s hand was stroking my smooth crotch. I realized we were getting close to the hotel as we pulled off Central Expressway. As we turned on to El Camino I slipped my leg back down into the footwell, although I left my skirt up around my waist where Brad had pushed it. I went to pull my dress back up over my shoulders.

“Dinah’s Garden has all separate entrances doesn’t it? Why don’t you leave the dress just where it is? Better still, why don’t you drop it to your ankles and take it off?”

I was probably not thinking clearly at that point as I undid the seatbelt, lifted my bottom off the seat, slid my dress to the footwell and slipped my heels back on, glancing down and realizing the black stockings and dark burgundy body contrast dramatically with my pale thighs and décolleté in the glow of the car.

“Which is your room?”

I saw Brad looking at me hungrily as I directed him round to the left, past the now closed restaurant and I noticed the night staff were clearing up. We pulled around and into the car park close to my room, although unfortunately still a short walk.

Brad got out of the car, picking up my jacket from the back seat. He came around and opened my door, looking inside at me he let out a low whistle. He offered me his hand, and picking up my bag I turned on my bottom, my legs together and stood beside him. He leant in and picked up my dress, and before I had a chance to walk to my room pulled me into his arms and pushed me backwards so that I was leaning against his car. He kissed me deeply and, once again that evening, I willingly opened my lips to a man’s tongue. As he then stood again, he gestured behind me,

“I didn’t think you’d want to walk straight in front of the security guard that way, so I wanted to hide you behind the car.. And anyway, I really didn’t want to wait any longer!”

“Thank you..” I blushed. “That’s my room, over on the right.”

I walked across the car park and to my room, my heels clicking in the night. I was certain that someone must be watching, which was making me feel both incredibly nervous and turned on at the same time, looking like the whore Francois had assumed me to be, what felt like days ago. I took my card key out of my purse and was relieved to see the light on the lock go green as I pushed the door open. Going inside, Brad simply took control, he pushed me back against the wall, kicking the door closed with his foot and crushing my lips with his as he invaded my mouth with his tongue. Deftly he slid the straps of my lingerie from my shoulders, brushed the silicone forms away as he stroked my nipples, then biting my lip slightly before saying, “your tits are big enough already, you don’t need those.” Then he dropped his mouth down, first to kiss my pale white neck, then to my nipples. I felt my body responding to his touch, my nipples hardening, my skin flushing. I arched my back and pushed my breasts to him as I felt him bite my pale skin. This would be the second set of teeth marks I would have from this evening.

Standing up, he gathered me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, twisting me like a toy, dropping me onto my front and pulling my arse up towards him.

He tore at his shirt, throwing it to one side, and tugging at his belt he let his chinos drop to the floor and he kicked them away together with his shoes. From the way he had dropped me on to the bed, I knew how he wanted me, so I got onto my knees, legs apart. I felt him tear the poppers apart of my lingerie and pull aside the gaff. Luckily, I was already somewhat open from earlier as he pushed his cock into me in one smooth motion, nothing gentle about this, just him in control. I felt every ridge of his cock as he pushed himself deep into me. His cock was long and thick, and I could feel myself stretch to accommodate him. I was gasping about lube and a condom as he started to fuck me hard. His hands holding my hips, in a smooth motion he withdrew his beautiful cock until he was just in my entrance, keeping my ass open for him before he thrust once more back into me, opening and filling me at the same time. As I became lost in his passion I pushed back hard, opening myself as wide as I could to this strong man. I knew he would not last long after such a build-up and I was not surprised to feel him increase his speed, I felt his grip harden on my hips as he pushed himself as deep into me as he could, his cock starting to pulse inside of me as he flooded me with his seed. God, I love being filled with cum. I’d forgotten how good it felt to be bred like that. I always use a condom, and I knew that I would now be terrified until I could take an HIV test, but right now I just enjoyed the sense of his cum filling me.

“Christ, Stephanie, I needed that, you are so hot!”

He laid back on my bed and pulled me to him in a spoon, his fingers, now gentle, circling my nipples.

Sometime later, with the sound of Brad’s deep slumber beside me, I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up, put a new gaff on along with a pair of black lace knickers and slid my nightdress back on. I cleaned off my make-up and then re-applied just enough, eyeliner, a touch of eye shadow, lip gloss. I brushed out my wig and was thankful for buying a good one as I settled it back on my head. I pulled the covers up over Brad and slipped in beside him, checking that the alarm was set, realizing that I only had four hours left to sleep.

I woke to light flooding into the room, Brad was already up and dressed and he handed me a cup of coffee.

“Morning, sleepy head.” He bent down and kissed me.

“I’ve got to get going; if you’d like a lift back to the rental centre I’m going straight past?”

“Mmmmmm, thanks, I just need to check my schedule.” I noticed it was 6:30 and I was thinking that I really ought to be Simon again about now, and probably needed to head straight into the office. I opened up my macbook, reminded again that my phone was smashed. Luckily, I saw that the normal morning meeting had been cancelled, so the first meeting I had was at noon.

“That would be great, thanks, let me get dressed!”

“I might not let you, at least not until you’ve taken care of this.” Brad looked over at me and I realized he had his pants open and his cock was in his hand and hard. He came over to me and I lay across the bed in a way I hope looked sexy as I gently kissed the tip. I lovingly welcomed him into my mouth as he slowly pushed himself in. I held his hips to control his thrusting somewhat to stop me choking. I felt his hands stroking my body, down to my arse, then cupping my small breasts. I caressed his shaft with my tongue, feeling every ridge of his cock as Brad started to push in and out. I enjoyed the taste and texture of his cock, with which Brad had so commandingly owned me the night before. Before long I felt the familiar swelling as his seed forced its way up to pulse into my mouth, coating my tongue . Cheekily I scooped up the last remnants with my finger, and licked my finger clean, I slid off the bed, and gathering some clothes to wear I headed into the bathroom, I reckoned I would have time later to change back.

I closed the bathroom door and hung my wig carefully on the back of the door. I hopped into the shower and quickly washed, patting myself dry with the towel, I looked into the mirror and saw the marks on my breasts from the night before. I quickly got rid of the slight fluff on my face and put on lighter make-up for daytime. I slipped my arms through the straps of a gentle pink bra, slightly padded and underwired so that it accentuates my own small breasts without the need for forms, and reached behind my back to fasten it. I blushed slightly as I felt Brad’s cum starting to dribble out of me, so I found a tampon and pushed it into me before slipping on a clean nude gaff, then sliding up the matching pink knickers, I rolled a clean pair of nude stockings up my legs and made sure the lace band was nestled around my thigh. I slid my favourite olive green skirt on, long enough to be decent, short enough to enjoy, and then a cream silk blouse. Brushing my wig out again, I wished I had time to wash it, but got it looking good and settled it on my head. I slipped my feet into a pair of nude courts, and I was ready.

“OK, are you ready?”

“Yes, just let me get my bag.”
I followed Brad out to the car, lots more people around this morning, all on their way to breakfast. He opened the door and I saw my seat, reclined right back, a reminder of what a tart I’d been. Brad was sat next to me before I had managed to put the seat right back up.

“Leave it like that.” he said, gently, smiling, but leaving no doubt that it was not a suggestion. I wasn’t sure what I got myself into, but I knew I was turned on.

“I’m pleased you didn’t put in your pads today; I like the way your tits look, small, but definitely all woman!”

The seat belt between them accentuated my small breasts and as he said that I am sure he could see my nipples become erect. We headed out into the traffic, already building up, but mostly headed north to San Francisco. As the car threaded itself through the traffic, my hand rested on Brad’s arm, his stroking my thigh, and occasionally, if we were stopped, he either leant over and kissed me, or cupped my breast, rubbing my nipple with his thumb.

Before I knew it, we were pulling into the car park of the rental company. Brad came round and opened the door, and as I stood he pulled me to him, cupping my arse in his hands as he kissed me.

“I really have got to get going now, but I want to see you again soon. Here is my number, call me!”

He gave me his card which I dropped into my handbag. I turned and walked into the rental station, surrounded by businessmen picking up their cars, hoping not too many of them read me, but not really caring.

Things had suddenly got very complicated. The card Brad had given me, was from the same company I work at.