Millie's Mayhem

"Oh." There it was again, that deep, disheartened (judging) 'oh'. It made Millie want to kick him, and it put Millie in a defensive mood.

"Look, don't worry about it. I'll manage." She said as she twisted around to get out of her car. "I'll just walk back to the highway until I find an emergency phone-stop and call for a tow truck." Not that I'll be able to afford it! She thought to herself. As she went to stand up, the heel of her shoe slipped on the metal of the door frame, making her stumble. Her ankle shot back behind her and got caught in one of the many little 'build' holes of the cars chassis; one of the many little holes that should have had a rubber stopper in it but had long since perished with the age of the car.

Her shoe stuck fast and she pitched forward. Mr Good-Looking stepped forward and caught her in his arms before she could hit the dirt. "Whoa!" He said as he gently righted her. Millie felt the jolt of electricity fire off through her body almost at once. It was like a spark of heat and it set her heart to pounding. She swallowed nervously.

"Oh man! What now?" Millie groaned angrily to cover her discomfit at being so close to this attractive, older stranger. She pushed away from him as she turned back and saw her shoe still attached to the car. She did that stupid 'one-high-heel-on' hop-walk back to her car and reached down to yank her shoe free. The bulk of the shoe came away in Millie's hand, but there was a definite 'snap' and Millie looked down to espy the five inch heel still imbedded in the door frame. "Oh man!" Millie growled angrily again as she threw her ruined shoe onto the driver's seat. "I give up! What else could possibly go wrong?"

She stepped back and not truly thinking it through; slammed the door closed as hard as she could... Only the heel of her shoe and the seat belt clasp were in the way and so as she turned back to Mr Good-Looking, the door bounced off the thick, metal clasp and the shoe heel, and struck Millie in the ass; throwing her forward into the stranger once again.

Millie stumbled hard against Mr Good-Looking. She threw up her arms but not quickly enough and her face rebounded off his chest as his arms came around to steady her. Millie could have died from embarrassment. Hearing his good natured chuckle just made it worse. "Geez you really are having a bad day huh?" He asked; his voice sounding amused.

Irrational anger bloomed inside her and Millie found herself pushing abruptly away from her would-be rescuer. "Yeah; no shit!" She spat sarcastically as she righted herself this time. Glancing at his chest she could have kicked herself in the ass (on purpose) as she noted the light tan smudge in the shape of the side of her face (complete with candy apple red lip imprint), left behind on the guy's pristinely white business shirt right beside his tie. The shirt was tailored, Millie could tell just by looking at it, and considering her luck today it was probably made out of expensive Egyptian cotton or some such! Which meant it was ruined and she was possibly looking at three hundred dollars easily to replace it if he was going to be a douche about it!

The thought only made her angrier and she let out a little 'argh' of disgust, more at herself for being such a klutz than at the man in front of her. She walked -- or more rightly hobbled -- away from Mr Good-Looking, grumbling irritably under her breath as she did. Her heeled foot twisted on the uneven ground and she felt her ankle tweak in protest at the odd angle. "Ow!" She cried out at the pain as she stumbled yet again.

Mr Good-Looking's hand was on her hip again. "Here let me help..." He began.

"No!" Millie interrupted, cutting him off crossly mid sentence as she pushed his hand away; a jolt of electricity speeding up her arm where she touched him. "I'm fine! I'll manage." She bit her lip, she didn't know this guy from Sam, why on earth was her body reacting this way?

She bent down and removed her high-heel, noting that her ankle ached a little but didn't pay much attention to it. She straightened and made to walk away again but cried out in pain once more as her ankle buckled underneath her. "Ow!" Tears, unbidden sprang to her eyes. Her ankle was well and truly sprained.

"Oh fuck right off!" She growled angrily at her latest affliction, dashing the tears away. "You've got to be mother-fucking kidding me!" She spat out as she looked to the sky and hopped on one foot. "Anything else you'd like to throw at me? Huh? Did some deity wake up on the wrong side of their fucking cloud this morning and decide it was 'Fuck with Millie Day' today?

"First I get fired by a woman who I thought was so great but turns out to be the biggest bitch ever! I get stuck on the wrong highway and end up in the middle of fucking God knows where! My car runs out of fuel on some God forsaken back water, bum-fuck, country fucking road, I break my favourite pair of bloody shoes, get knocked over and now sprain my mother-fucking ankle! What next? Struck by mother-fucking lightening?" Millie yelled at the top of her lungs; well past caring as her anger grew to breaking point and she threw her good shoe with as much force as she could muster, out and into the green field before her, forgetting about her ankle and putting too much weight on it in the process. Instantly, her knee buckled in reaction to the pain and she felt herself pitching to one side.

Strong arms caught her about the waist and kept her from once again hitting the dirt. The stranger had pulled her back against himself in an effort to keep both of them upright and Millie was instantly aware of the feel of his body; the strength of his arms and the hardness of his thighs and torso as they pressed against the back of her legs, her hips and back. She was also acutely aware of the feel of his crotch, and the large bulge, pressed against the curve of her bottom; and his hands that were pressed against her ribcage just under the swell of her bosom. She felt a thrill shoot through her body as her heart rate increased. He smelled incredible too; like warm, spicy musk and it made her knees feel weaker still. All this she took in, in a matter of seconds.

Now that she'd calmed a little, she was also highly aware that she'd just made the biggest fool of herself in front of him and more tears of self pity and embarrassment, hot and wet, rolled across her cheeks as she finally settled down.

"Here," he said gently. "Come on, let me help." He pretty much lifted her up and carried her unresisting over to her car. Setting her down on the bonnet of her car, he quietly reached into his pocket and retrieved a handkerchief, and handed it to her. He looked at her and smiled as she took it gratefully and wiped her eyes and nose. "Feel better?" He asked.

"Sorry." Millie replied embarrassedly, glancing down at her hands.

"Don't be. Sometimes it helps to vent." He said soothingly, trying to put her at ease no doubt. There was an awkward pause as Millie looked up and pulled a non-committal face at him. "So..." He began again; his smile getting more crooked as he tilted his head forward and raised an eyebrow. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

It took a moment to sink in, then Millie let out a half laugh, half sob at his attempt to break the tension. It worked though, and she smiled and nodded at her handsome rescuer. "Hmm... Among other things." Millie said only a little suggestively as she looked down at her hands again.

She knew she must look a terrible fright but she was young and beautiful and naturally flirtatious and it was bound to come out of her sooner or later regardless. Even with her current predicament, she found this older man strangely attractive, which was unusual because Millie didn't usually go for older guys. Well not more than a few years older at least. She'd always been happy to date within her age group, but this man, there was something about him? He oozed this sexual tension that made Millie sit up and really pay attention. She glanced up at him again.

Mr Good-Looking didn't miss the inference; and his smile flashed wider for a second as his mercurial grey, gorgeous eyes flirted with her. "Really? What other things?" He asked; a knowing lilt to his question as he raised that eyebrow again.

God, those eyes! Millie tilted her head in imitation and shrugged one shoulder, smiling slyly. "Oh you know... like... my dad and my friends..."

Mr Good-Looking's bark of laughter drowned out what she was going to say next, but she smiled in return. He was standing so close to her, Millie found it hard to concentrate. He was making her heart race and her stomach fluttered nervously. Millie had never had a reaction like this; to someone she'd only just met, before! And it made her feel a little coy.

"You get points for being funny!" He snorted. "But strictly speaking those are 'people' not 'things'."

"Oh well, if were speaking strictly," Millie continued smiling, glancing up at him from under lowered lashes; her confidence building. "I have this teddy bear..." Again his laugh was hearty and generous.

After a moment he sobered and stared at her, saying, "Lucky teddy bear! And does he sleep with you?" He took a half step closer to her as he spoke; staring down at her, and Millie found herself holding her breath, hoping that he would reach forward and lay his hands on her thighs... push them apart, pull her hard towards him and grind himself against her!

Oh man! She felt flustered by his closeness (and her rampant thoughts weren't helping), as her anticipation grew, and she lost her train of thought as those grey eyes peered at her. "Ah... does... um who sleep with me?" Her heart was thudding and that hollow nervous feeling in her tummy intensified. She nearly flinched when she felt the top of his knuckles gently touch the inside of her left calf halfway between ankle and knee. Millie leant a little away from him; resting back on her hands, subconsciously aware that it would push her breasts up and out towards him.

She felt like a giddy high-school girl faced with a college boy who was interested in her. And Millie was trying to remember that she was more grown up than she appeared. She seriously had to stop herself from swinging her legs back and forth and drumming her heels against the side of the car. She was twenty for heaven's sake not some ninny sixteen year old that fell prey to some intentional flirting.

"Does your teddy bear sleep with you?" His low voice resonated over the last few words, the backs of his knuckles beginning to gently stoke up and down along her calf.

Oh God, his fingers were sending little waves of pleasure shooting up her leg and inevitably they found their way to her clit. Her kegel muscles tightened all on their own in an effort to control the spasming ache developing in her warm nether region. Her eyelids gave a random staccato flutter as she sucked in a quick breath and held it. Damn he was HOT! The errant thought struck her and Millie felt her nipples tighten under her blouse; so easily discernable she would have been surprised had he missed noticing them. Millie saw that he didn't; as Mr Good-Looking's eyes dropped to her chest and he unconsciously licked his bottom lip.

"Mmm-hmm." Millie rejoined, trying her hardest to maintain her cool as she hunched her arms tighter to her side, to emphasise her bosom. "All the time."

"And you kiss him?" His voice was hypnotic and made Millie shiver every time she heard it; but his eyes were still glued to her chest.

"Yes." God what was wrong with her? All she could manage at the moment was one syllable, one word answers. Any other time -- with any other person -- Millie would have had him eating out of her hand already, (or at least, eating her out already) but this guy seriously threw her off her game.

"Doesn't your boyfriend get jealous?" His eyes flicked back up and bored into her face as his hand moved higher, closer to her knee. Millie's legs parted slightly in response and she bit her lower lip lightly to stifle the small moan threatening to escape her.

Millie's eyes fluttered once more at the feel of his fingertips as they moved against her skin. "Ah... I'm sure he would, if I had one." Millie stated breathlessly for the record.

"Oh." He smiled crookedly at that. "So no boyfriend to get jealous of you; kissing your..." Another dashing smile, raised brow and head tilt, "... teddy bear?"

God this guy was gorgeous, and he knew how to use that to his advantage. He had Millie trembling in anticipation. She breathed deeply, trying to inhale his warm masculine scent, that spicy musk that made her senses tingle. "Nope." Millie answered honestly, though as nonchalantly as she could.

"I see." Mr Good-looking said as he moved closer still, his hand travelled higher, stroking gently along her skin before resting lightly on her knee. "So, what else do you kiss with that mouth?"

Millie felt his other hand as it slid in behind her right calf near her ankle; a light touch, just the very tips, being careful not to inflict yet more pain on her injured foot. "Oh well... that... ah, that depends." Millie stuttered softly in response, trying to tease but not quite getting it right. He was close enough now that she could feel the front of his thighs pressed against the inner curve of her calves and she wanted nothing more than to part her legs and to allow him even closer. The hand on her knee changed tact and started inching its way higher along her thigh.

Slowly, lightly, Mr Good-Looking's fingertips caressed their way higher, sneaking towards the hem of her skirt. "Depends on what?" He asked; his voice low and husky and sexy.

"Well, on... on what I have to hand." Millie said finding her feet so to speak. Her nipples were still tight, aching with need and pressed against the thin material of her blouse, blatantly announcing her arousal and she had to stop herself from squirming where she sat as Mr Good-Looking's finger danced over her skin and made her shiver. Millie had started out in this conversation on the back foot. But now that there was no misconstruing this man's intent, well that was about to change.

Millie was far too used to being the one in control, and it felt just a little unusual to be playing second fiddle in this shindig. Millie gave herself a mental shake and pulled herself together. She was about to take the offensive. Leaning to one side, she raised a hand and lightly took hold of Mr Good-Looking's tie, running just the edge between her fingertips as she looked up at him again from beneath her lashes. She gave him her best coy smile, one that never failed to get her laid.

"Oh? And what if I put something in your hand?" Came the low question as his eyes flicked between her eyes and her mouth. Millie licked her lips slowly, ensuring his eyes were glued to the action. She could see the pulse in his throat as it beat fast just beneath the skin and felt his fingers as they bit deeper into the flesh of her right calf. The hand on her thigh brushed even higher, the fingertips delving just barely under the hem of her skirt and stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of her upper thigh. Millie inhaled sharply at the bold move and bit her bottom lip as her body naturally reacted to the increased stimulation, her spine jerking a little and thrusting her breast towards Mr Good-looking even more as her hips rolled back a little and her knees parted naturally.

"Well, depending on what it was; I guess I would kiss it!" Millie growled heatedly as she wrapped his tie about her hand and yanked on it hard; pulling him bodily towards her as she spread her legs wide to accommodate the girth of his hips. His torso pressed itself the full length of hers as she sat forward and mashed her voluptuous chest against his; yanking his head down towards her mouth with her other hand.

Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, her full, soft, pliant lips moulding and opening to his hard ones; allowing his tongue to thrust into her mouth and assault her senses. She felt that surge of excitement rush through her and she whimpered against his lips. His hands were no longer teasing as she felt them hard against her flesh, his left hand grabbing her behind the knee and raising it high as the hand that had been on her thigh slipped beneath her skirt unimpaired. That hand thrust up high over her leg, moving around to grasp her ass as he used his strength to lift her up a little and yank her the last few centimetres towards him.

She let out a small moan of pleasure as their groins met and she felt the evidence of his arousal. It was always such a nice feeling to know that you did that to a man. He ground his crotch against her moistening nether region and she hunched her hips forward trying to increase the pressure even more. His hands felt like they were everywhere at once, stroking against her thighs, her hips, her calf, her back. When finally he covered a breast with his hand she groaned hard into his mouth and forced her bosom forward into his palm.

Millie broke away from the kiss, her breathing laboured as she sought to catch a lungful of air. "Oh God, I barely know you!" She gasped when she had enough air in her lungs. Her words were cautionary, perhaps even arresting, though her hands kept working as Millie began unbuttoning his shirt eagerly.

Mr Good-Looking's eyes bore into hers as his hand mashed at her breast, squeezing and kneading it in his palm as he ground his engorged cock against her pussy, dry humping her mound with apparent pleasure. He groaned. "Mmm I know. Delicious isn't it?" He added just as urgently as his fingers flew to the buttons of her blouse and began to imitate what she was doing.

Millie chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before nodding enthusiastically and pulled his head back down towards her lips. His tongue was hot, and wet, and it delved deep into the recess of her moist mouth, tasting, teasing. His mouth sucking at hers like he was dying of thirst and she was his cool drink of water. He devoured her and Millie was only too happy to let him, her tongue dancing with his, duelling, fighting for purchase inside the sweet cavern of his mouth, as her hands yanked on his shirt tails, pulling them free of his pant. She loosened his tie off; and with the buttons conquered she thrust her hands into the shoulders and pushed material back and down until it hitched up against his bent elbows.

Their tongues never stopped fighting against one another's, the battle raging on in earnest as small moans of pleasure and groans of ecstasy escaped both of them. Millie let her hands skim over his warm, lightly tanned skin, marvelling at how tight and well toned his body was for an older man. His chest had a sparse spattering of hair upon it and she ran her fingers lightly over it, allowing the tips to gently caress his nipples, tweaking their hardness which made him suck in a breath of air against her mouth. She smiled against his lips.

He finished with her buttons and immediately parted the material wide, both his hands taking up a bra covered breast each. His palms moulded and squeezed at them, his thumbs brushing back and forth over her hardened nipples through the sheer material of her bra making her pant and gasp and moan in pleasure. She felt his fingertips dip into the cup of her lace trimmed bra and held her breath in anticipation. This wasn't any slow seduction, this was urgent and hot and wanton desire in its purest form. They were complete strangers and yet there was an unmistakable -- animalistic -- attraction that set them at each other's throats like hungry wolves.

With urgent force, Mr Good-Looking yanked down the cups of Millie's bras, making her gasp against his mouth as her ample bosom spilled over and into his waiting palms. He fondled and squeezed at them for a short while before pushing Millie backward with his hands and mouth. Millie had wrapped her legs about his waist and was hunching her hips against his groin as much as she could, seeking any stimulation to her clit she could get. As she was leaned backward, she came to rest on her elbows as her hot, sexy stranger kissed his way down her chest and quickly took a nipple into his hot mouth.