Lexie's Perspective
"Rough day?" A male voice interrupted my glaring at the scenery. The voice had that whole sexy British accent thing going for it. Well, it was male. I'm pretty sure my standards were now broad enough to consider anything in that category sexy. However, the British accent was definitely a plus.
"Shit day. Quit a job I hated AFTER it left me broke. Driving back 3,000 miles to live with my parents."
"At least you quit the job."
"Yea, I guess....Wow." I'd turned my head over my left shoulder to look at my companion and discovered he was utterly gorgeous. Like the kind literary novels devote chapters to gorgeous, except y'know, a little too young for those romance novels just yet.
"What?" he questioned my unusual response.
I turned forward again, my cheeks burning red. "You're really attractive."
"You're really blunt."
"It's been nine months since I've gotten laid."
"So it's not that I'm attractive; you're just incredibly sex-deprived. Why would you do that to yourself?"
"Told you. Shit job. Left the ex back home when I moved out here. I thought it would be a great opportunity- I was wrong. Dunno how that will work with me going back home beaten and licking my wounds."
"Three months. It's been three months and I haven't had sex. I'm surrounded by screaming under-age girls every day." he responded bitterly.
"In the ocean and not a drop to drink? Are you a teacher? No, wait, you're far too young. What on earth are you?"
"I'm a singer. I'm in a band"
"OH, you're one of those people."
"Those people?" Lexie couldn't tell but he had raised his right eyebrow in curiosity.
"Talented fuckers." He coughed out a short laugh at her response. He'd assumed she had recognized him from the band he was in, but now he wasn't so sure.
"Yes. I suppose so. Not so gifted?"
"No, just smart. Lots of skills, but absolutely no, genuine raw talent. Well, I suppose except sexually. And look how that's working out for me."
"At least you're not constantly tempted."
"Oh, no, sir. You do not win this pity party. You at least get to look. You're the first man I've seen within twenty years of my age in almost a year. It's been like living in a retirement community. I was so shocked I said wow just upon glancing at you. That's not normal. I'm apparently unable to interact with the real world any longer- my separation was too extended. I'm like two days away from humping a pillow. You're lucky I'm not raping you. Even if you were not freakishly attractive, you'd be lucky I wasn't raping you right now. And it's only because my butt is numb from driving so long. " I spilled all my angry, horny energy into a self-inflictingly embarrassing tirade. After I'd stopped, I was worried I'd be met with the sound of silence. I probably really creeped the poor guy out.
"Well thankgoodness for uncomfortable driving circumstances. Heaven forbid I actually get a chance at relief."
"Are you propositioning me?" I whipped my head back around, practically glaring. I was too broken to be toyed with. At the same time, I was incredibly...frustrated and shocked that he hadn't run off terrified.
"Maybe," he smirked like a naughty four-year-old.
We both broke into smiles at the same time and laughed.
"The road makes you crazy." I paused and smiled. I liked him and here we were at a rest stop and thirty seconds from now I'd never see him again. Just my fucking luck. I continued, "Well, enough leg stretching. Great chatting with you. I'm Lexie McLean." He shook my hand.
"Jason Cavendish." I had started to walk back towards the parking lot, when I heard him call my name, "Lexie?"
"Yes?" I'd turned back to him and got to see all of him from a further distance. He really was beautiful. He walked up to me, closing the distance. He was a good eight inches taller than me. At least 5'10. When he finally stopped, he was a lot closer than he had been. He was a lot closer than any male had been in a good nine months. I had to look up at him, but couldn't help being vividly aware of the proximity of his chest. My body was awakening from a slumber and it was like the entire shell of my skin was buzzing.
"Look, I see a way we can solve both of our problems. You've already told me you find me good looking enough and you're damn sexy yourself. If we go 15 meters further past those bushes, we'd hear long before anyone approached. We could have a Decisive Moment together."
"A Decisive Moment?" I didn't know what to think. I was too shocked, flattered, and curious to be offended right off. This guy really was propositioning me.
"An alignment of the head, the eye, and the heart. It's a way of life." He earnestly spoke, then put on a boyish grin that revealed dimples. "If we could shag, it would make the long car ride easier for both of us."
I couldn't help it. I broke out laughing. He look dismayed and then offended. I tried desperately to control myself.
"You just tried to pick me up with a line from Henri Cartier-Bresson?!" In his defense, he blushed when he was called out. I was an avid hobby photographer and was quite familiar with the work of the Father of Photojournalism and Street Photography. It was one of his most famous quotes on photography. I suppose in a way that was flattering. To be related to artwork and all. I controlled myself and spoke calmly, "I'm flattered, but I don't know you and I have no interest in the possibility of picking up a venereal disease."
"I have to be back in fifteen minutes or they will start looking for me. You're the most intriguing creature that has crossed my path in months. Months, Lexie. Plus, you don't have to worry about waking up the next day and being disappointed in me. I solemnly swear I do not have an STD. Further, I promise to wear a rubber. And to top it all off, I won't even put Jason Jr. in until you've cum at least twice."
"Deal." The words had slipped out of my mouth before my mind could process that I'd actually agreed. The thought of cumming from something that wasn't battery operated was such a done deal. Yes, there was risk involved. Even though he said he was clean, I didn't know him. But you know what, my life had been one big, vast boring hell for almost a year and I needed to live a little. I'd follow up with my gyno when I got home just to make sure things stayed okay down there. Didn't want to let cthuhlu lose on the world or anything.
He looked surprised at my agreement, but that didn't stop him from moving into action. He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him along the path. I was bubbly that he was holding my hand. Here, I'd just agreed to have sex with a total stranger, but I was positively giddy that he was holding my hand. It really had been way too long.
"Do you really think you can finish in 15 minutes? I'm holding you to that headstart you're giving me." He'd thrown down his coat and gently took off mine to lay down aside his.
"If I don't, you'll still get the benefits. It's a win-win for you." After that he literally started tearing off his clothes as quick as possible. I stared at his tattoos for a few moments lost in thought. There were lots of small ones- they were kind of cute. Cute and on top of ripped abs that were definitely not cute. Yummy. Yummy would be a much better adjective. I'm generally a little shy. I'm also usually one to savor the moment on the first time with a new partner. This was not, however, the circumstance to dally in. While, I was working up my courage, I grabbed my cell and pulled up the timer.
"You said 15 minutes?" He grunted acknowledgment and I hit Start. In my brief new beginning as a wild child, I was still desperately grasping to my previous world of order. However, I didn't want to look selfish by making him late and heck, I'd already said I was in. I quickly undressed and joined him on our bed of coats. I was still a little bit nervous and hadn't looked down there yet. Maybe it was a bit childish. It also seemed a bit rude to check out some strangers privates even if we were about to bump up against each other. In his defense, although he watched me undress and got the whole picture that way, he did a pretty good job of keeping eye contact as soon as I'd shred my last piece of clothes. It wasn't a cold day, but I felt the temperature difference to be outside without any clothes on. Even laying several inches away, his body heat was tempting.
He leaned over me and gave me one hell of a kiss. I wasn't sure I'd be able to get ready on such a tight deadline, but the boy seemed to be aware of the importance of a little foreplay. A good two minutes later, he started kissing a path downward. Down my neck, nipping at the juncture by my collar bone. He continued down and his mouth engulfed my closest breast while his right hand squeezed the other. He didn't waste much time and continued downward with his mouth. When he was trailing down my abdomen, I got a little stage fright. "Look, I don't have sex with guys whose middle names I don't know." He looked up.
"Edward." I smirked and watched as he continued kissing downward. He was licking me in seconds. My head rolled back and my eyes shut. His tongue swirled and centered on my clit and my hips rose up. I was just about to have a record-breaking fastest orgasm ever. I quickly bit my wrist to muffle the scream, forcing it to come out as a muffled squeal that turned into a groan. After I'd finished, he raised his head and made eye contact, grinning cheekily. He then went back down on me, this time easing his fingers inside of me. Unsurprisingly, I came a second time rather quickly.
He got up on his knees between my legs and paused. His face became dead sober. "You sure you're still okay with this?" It was really sweet of him to offer to stop then when I could tell he desperately wanted to be in me as much as I wanted him in me. I was a woman, starved and crazed from having been too long in the Desert of Celibacy.
"Oh my god, please. I need you in me!" I begged, sounding just like some bitch in heat. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized I was not making the best first impression, but then that part of my mind said, "Fuck it" and sat back to enjoy the show. I pulled him on top of me and the head of his cock entered as he braced himself over me. He kissed me again and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him the rest of the way in me. We both sighed, enjoying the fullness of his cock in me and giving my unused body a chance to adjust. FUCK this felt good. I'd like to say I was dignified. Even though I was having sex with a stranger, in the woods, at a bus stop, I at least maintained my decorum. That is not the case.
I was like an animal. It had been so many months of frustration pent up inside me. No love life, horrible job, unsatisfying work. Everything had sucked. After months of happiness anorexia, I was going to binge. I scratched his back. I kissed his neck. I bit a nipple. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth to me. The sides of his torso were red from how hard I'd pulled him toward me.
When he came, he collapsed on me. The weight felt so good. We stayed there for almost fiftten seconds. Then my timer interrupted us.
"Wow." My voice was husky. "Uhm, yea, you're good," I joked, reaching over and swiping my phone off without moving out from under him. He kissed me on my cheek and started to get up. We both paused when he slipped out from inside me. Suddenly, I felt a huge hole inside. Emptiness. We got dressed in silence and he helped me put on my coat before grabbing his own.
I didn't know what the protocol for this was. I'd never done anything like this before. I don't think I'd ever even kissed a boy I hadn't known for years previously. I did have to give him props. That was more satisfaction concentrated in fifteen minutes than some guys had given me over month-long relationships.
"So do I say thanks?" I smiled at him.
He pulled me into his chest and hugged me. "Thank you." he whispered into my hair. That accent was so hot. He pulled out a pen from one coat pocket and paper from another. After scrawling briefly, he looked down at it. He sighed and pulled a necklace off over his head. "Look, here's my number and something to remember this by. I've really got to run."
"You sure?" I asked. He nodded and looked over his shoulder, back the way we came.
I pulled him back to me as he started to step away. He refocused his attention, looking down at me. I quickly unscrewed my necklace and pulled it out, screwing it around his neck. I tucked it just under his shirt and gave myself a chance to run my fingers one last time through the edge of his hair at the back of his neck. I pulled him close and pecked him quickly on the lips. Then I pushed him away and raised my voice, "Go!" I smiled.
He gave me one last incredible smile, then took off running.
I looked down in my hand and there was a chain with silver paper airplane on top of a piece of paper with his digits.

Format fail =( Suggestions would be so greatly appreciated

Notes

I'm afraid I'm having trouble settling on a tense. I'm fairly certain it will settle out to first person, but atm, I'm doing some awkward switching between first and third.

Uhm, what the heck is with this formatting? I have it all properly tabbed, but none of that shows....then I try editing and adding all the tab lines with the clicker red line "Insert Paragraph Here" it shows...still no dice =(