by elixaeverett
Hitching A Ride 2:
To Trust A Con
by
Terry Towers
Hitching A Ride 2: To Trust A Con
Copyright 2011 by Terry Towers
Cover by: Terry Towers
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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.
****
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 daught
er 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.
****
Mitch whistled from the passenger's seat as Clarissa pulled her Lamborghini Gallardo up to the gate of her large two-story Victorian-style home and swiped her card key in the lock which automatically opened the wrought iron gate for them to drive inside. Amused, Clarissa shot him a sideways glance and proceeded into the yard, parking the car just outside of the front door.
"So you think it'll match the comfort of the Travelodge?" Clarissa teased, shutting off the car, grabbing her leather Gucci handbag and hopping out.
He snatched up his single army-style duffle bag of possessions and slung it over his shoulder as he got out of the car and shut the door behind him, and shrugged. His eyes took in every inch of the massive house in front of him. Letting out a loud huff of air he nodded. "I suppose it'll have to do."
Walking over to him, Clarissa slipped her arms around his neck, pressed her petite, soft body against his tall, hard one and grazed her lips along the side of his neck until she reached his ear. "Just wait until I show you the bedrooms."
A low growl rumbled through him, sending a shiver of anticipation through her, erupting in a pulsating in her pussy. Slipping a hand to the back of her head, Mitch brought her lips up to meet his.
A soft whimper passed her lips and she gripped tighter to his shoulders as his tongue slipped past her lips in search of hers. As their tongues duelled, she was enthralled by the scent of his cologne, a deep exotic musk. She heard a thump which she assumed to be him dropping his duffle bag to the ground as his other hand snaked its way around her waist, pulling her groin tight against his. She moaned as she felt the hard ridge of his long, thick cock rub against her.
She'd been with a couple of men since Mitch, one of whom was her former husband, Roger. She still had no idea why she'd fucked Roger, though she laid blame on the wine and the fact that she took satisfaction in knowing that by being with her, he was cheating on the woman with whom he'd cheated on and left her for.
It was a juvenile thing to do, she knew that now, but she'd gained great satisfaction at the time - despite the sex being lousy. As far as she knew, Roger s new girlfriend still didn't know that he'd slept with Clarissa since the divorce, but she didn't care if the little tramp ever found out. All that mattered to Clarissa was that she had the satisfaction of knowing.
Neither one of the men she'd been with over the past six months held a candle to the magic that Mitch's hands, mouth and dick worked on her body. Gathering up all the restraint she had in her she pulled away from him and took a couple of steps back for fear she'd simply throw herself back into his strong embrace. She at least wanted to find out what had brought him to New York before they spent the next few days fucking themselves into exhaustion.
She opened the front door and walked in, with Mitch in tow.
"So do you have servants like I imagine all the richie-rich types in the area do?" Mitch asked setting his duffle bag of possessions on the floor and closing the elegantly detailed oak door.
Turning, Clarissa smirked. "Come on now, just because I have a few dollars in the bank doesn't mean I need to stop cooking my own meals or cleaning my own house."
"Hmmm. Yeah." Mitch's eyes took in the elegantly classic design of the foyer, with a staircase leading up to the second floor. The room was crisp and clean - white with a gold trim. Once his eyes finished their initial inspection they landed back to Clarissa, meeting her gaze. He cocked an eyebrow up at her, "So you're saying we're home alone?"
"I'm always home alone, the greatness and the curse of being single." She grabbed his hand and gave it a tug. "Come on, let me show you around."
Picking up his bag again and slinging it over his shoulder, Mitch followed alongside as she gave him a tour of the first floor of the house, starting with the kitchen and ending at the stairwell.
"So did you get this house before or after you cut the old man loose?" Mitch asked as he followed her up the stairs.
Clarissa huffed. "After. I wanted a clean break, including a new home. Did I tell you that he'd even had the nerve to bring her to our home while I was away?" She asked as they reached the top of the stairs and led him to the first of the bedrooms.
"Nope, but doesn't surprise me."
Clarissa stopped mid-stride just outside the entrance to the master bedroom - her bedroom - and turned to face him, causing him almost to collide into her. She cocked her head and eyed him for a moment. "Is there anything that surprises you, Mitch?"
Mitch let out a loud puff of air and slowly shook his head. "Nope, not really."
"Why is that?"
"When you've seen as much as I have in my limited years, you learn to expect the unexpected." He walked past her and into the room with Clarissa following close on his heels. He turned, slipped his index finger under her chin and tilted her face up so her eyes peered into his. "But in your husband s "
"Ex-husband." She corrected.
Mitch chuckled. "But in your ex-husbands case, the man seems so drab that it's only typical that he would be that asinine and cliché."
Got that right, she silently agreed.
He kicked off his scuffed black lace-up boots and nodded towards the large hot tub in the far corner of the room. "On to more pleasurable topics... that looks promising"
Chapter 2
"I haven't even finished showing you around," Clarissa protested, but it was a feeble protest at best and she was already grabbing at the hem of her shirt and pulling it up and over her head as she spoke.
With his boots now off Mitch walked over to the hot tub, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked. Shirt unbuttoned, he tossed that to the floor and took the final steps to the hot tub and its controls. Turning it on, he glanced over at Clarissa who was unbuckling her belt as she sidled up to him.
Everything about the room - the house - screamed sophistication and class. He wasn't quite used to either of those things, but he was thinking he could get accustomed to them quickly enough.
He stood back up and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him. "Damn you smell wonderful, woman," he murmured, burying his face in her long dark hair and taking a deep breath in. She smelt of wild flowers - now minus the motor oil - and it was damned enticing. His cock, which was nice and hard, became extra anxious to dive deep into her.
Gripping the bottom of his white undershirt, she pushed it up his six pack abdominals, up over his flat torso and over his nicely-built broad chest.
His hunger continued to grow at the feel of her soft hands stroking his chest, as she pulled his undershirt up over his head and tossed that to their feet. Mitch watched intently as she kissed her way down his body, his arousal increasing with each nibble, kiss and flick of the tongue as she drew closer to the top of his jeans.
When Clarissa arrived at his lower stomach, she started undoing his belt. It quickly opened, along with the buttons on his fly. Seconds later his jeans were undone and the tip
of his cock, glistening with pre-cum, poked its way out from under his boxers. When her mouth finally made it to the point where it was a mere inch from the tip of his dick, her dark eyes looked up at him and she swept her tongue along her lower lip.
"I've missed seeing those beautiful lips around my cock," he groaned, slipping his hands into her hair at the back of her head and fisting the long silky strands.
She gave him a coy smile and licked her lips one more time. "I've missed having it in my mouth," she countered. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and boxers she jerked them down over his hips and they fell unceremoniously to the floor at his feet, leaving his thick, long, rock-hard cock standing tall before her mouth.
The anticipation was nearly killing him, seeing her lips so close to the tip of his aching cock. He didn't bother to hold back the groan when she finally flicked her tongue along the tip, cleaning off the pre-cum. His hands tightened in her hair as she flicked the tip again and then circled the head, planting light kisses at the tip as she teased.
Unable to bear the wait any longer he thrust his hips towards her, pressing his cock into her open and waiting mouth. Her lips closed around him while she grasped the base, stroking it in time with her mouth s up and down motions on his dick.
Her mouth felt like heaven, sucking on him. No one he'd ever known could suck a cock like Clarissa could - or look as good doing it for that matter. There was something about the way she took his dick into her mouth, giving soft moans as she sucked and licked, as though she were getting off, just by getting him off.
Keeping his eyes glued to her, he watched as she undid her pants and slipped her free hand under her panties, stroking herself while sucking him. The pleasure intensified along with the growing need to release. He increased the speed of his hips, fucking her mouth in earnest now, needing and wanting to feel and see her drink down every last ounce of his cum.
Clarissa moaned against his cock, sending the sweet vibrations shooting through him.