Chloe and Brent's Wild Ride (2 page)

“
Mmmm
, those are some nice knockers you got there babe.” He rubbed her nipples with his thumbs and they immediately turned into hard buds beneath the fabric of the skimpy top. He leaned down and
cupped
her
soft orbs in both hands while he
kissed the white crest of her bulging bust line.

Chloe’s
chest rose and fell in short
r
agged breaths. She gazed up at his handsome face with her soulful
blue
eyes and
stroked
the
side of his
cheek
with her fingertips. S
he whispered
softly
. “Oh God
Brent
, I love you so much sometimes it hurts.” That was as truthful as she would ever be to any one person in her lifetime. She had released every emotion she held inside and handed it over to this man that was standing in front of her willing to love her the exactly the same way.

Brent
cradled her face
between
his hands and smiled softly.
“
Chloe
, thank you for being here for me and with me.”
He lifted her face
to his lips
and kissed her. Winking, he added. “
Well
babe
…
you get to be my walking, talking Barbie doll for the evening. Won’t that be fun?”

Chloe
nodded as words escaped her for the moment. He led her
by the hand
to
her
vanity
and
pulled out
the
chair for her to sit in front of the mirror. She complied silently as he crouched down beside her. He looked at her reflection
with that soul sucking grin of his
. “Now, could you to do that wild heavy eye shadow look you do once in a while and put your hair up in
those funky
, mussed up
pigtails.” She looked at him in
complete
amazement as he used his hands to describe the look. “You know
,
sort of that trampy, messy
young
Madonna
“Like a Virgin”
look.”

Chloe
muffled a laugh as she drank in his enthusiasm. “
So… in other words,
you
’re
telling me you want me to look like a
total
slut?” She smirked. “
Brent
, you do realize that I can’t stand Madonna,
right
?”

He tilted his head and pleaded
. “Aw
…
you know what I mean
.” He winked.
“J
ust humor me
babe
. I have some stuff to do out in the living room.” He got up to leave. “Don’t take too long! We have some driving to do yet
.
”
It
intrigued
her
that he
really did
want her to look
trampy
. Well, if
Brent Harper
w
anted a tramp for the night, he’
d
damn well
get his wish.

Brent
brought along supplies for their trip
.
F
ruits
,
cheeses,
stemware
and some good California red and
rose wines for starters.
He’d filled his iPod with all
of their favorite songs. He brought along some very special surprises and packed them all in a travel bag. The keys to
Arthur
Dobley
’s
cabin and the code to the alarms were in his jacket pocket. The cabin was secluded and private and just the place he wanted
to take Chloe for a romantic get
away.

He
remembered he
’d
better
tell
Chloe
to pack some
extra
clothes for the weekend
so he returned to the bedroom.
S
he was standing in front of the mirror putting on her lipstick
and it
took his breath away
.
Chloe
was leaning forward in her high
heels with
her naked
ass
peeking out from beneath the ruffles of her skirt. He stopped dead in his tracks as he took all of her in. She had transformed herself into the sweetest looking little trollop he ever laid eyes on
.
J
ust for him
.

His
Chloe
, who seldom wore make-
up
,
had painted
her lips
bright red
.
H
er
large blue
eyes looked smoky and sultry
, smudged
with
dark
charcoal shadow. Her cheeks were deeply blushed and
she had
teased
her blonde hair into
messy pigtails tied up with ragged bows.
Miraculously, Chloe
looked like she just rolled out of
some lucky bastard’s
bed.

She gave him a bewildered look that melted his heart. “I hope this makes you happy
Brent
? I look like a
total
streetwalker!”

Brent
snorted
as he
came over to give her a big hug. “Nonsense, you look like one of those
sexy little
club girls.” He
lied
. “They all look like this. I like it.” He grinned and squeezed her tightly against him
.

She
could
feel his erection against her
but still
gave him a pitiful look. “Yeah well, I bet
those girls
at least
get to
wear underpants.”

Bret grinned.
“Well, if
those girls
were going to a mountain cabin with me
,
they wouldn’t have any need for
underpants
…” He pressed the tip of her small nose.
“…
and neither will you.” He kissed
the
top
of her messy
hairsprayed
head.

Chloe
’s face brightened and her eyes seemed even larger than usual
due to
the heavy eyeliner. “We’re going to a mountain cabin?
Where?”

“Not far
.” Brent teased.
“A
bout
a half hour
away
this time of night
.
It’s in
the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains near a little town called Sierra Madre.
Arthur
has a nice cabin there and I have the keys
so
we’re
gettin
’
outta
’ town
babe
!” He cupped her bottom in his large hands.
“
I
just
came in to tell you to pack an overnigh
t bag. We can spend the whole weekend.”

Chloe
wasted no time. She
quickly packed some casual clothes and her toiletries
.
She zipped
her overnight bag
and handed it to
Brent
as she beamed
. “Well, you don’t have to twist my arm. I’m ready to get out of here.” She looked at her outfit one more time and grinned. “
I don’t even give a shit that I look like a
whore
. Are we ready to go?
”

He grabbed her bag and gave her backside a
gentle swat
. “You know it sweetheart!” He put his arm around her shoulders and they walked towards the door.

Brent
pulled his
BMW
up
as close
to the walkway of the apartment
as possible
so
Chloe
wouldn’t have to risk being seen by her neighbors. He quickly loaded their bags in the trunk and
opened the car door for her. She carefully scooted in making sure she didn’t bend over too far.

He threw his head back and laughed at her cautionary moves. She snapped
.
“It’s bad enough that they might see me dressed like a
hooker
but one without underwear might be
a bit
too much to explain.” That made him laugh even harder.

He let down the rag top so they could enjoy the night air. The moon was full as they drove off
for
their weekend adventure.
Chloe
leaned her head on the back of the seat and relished the cool California air as it rush
ed over her scantily clad body.

She turned to look at her handsome
Brent
as
his
tousled brown
hair
became even more so
in the wind
.
She practically
purred
with contentment.
This was just what the doctor ordered, an impromptu getaway with her man.

Brent
reached over and grabbed
Chloe’s
hand as they drove down the freeway. He slid
the iPod in the player and
“Dreamboat Annie” flowed through the speakers as they drove through the warm night.
He
knew how much Chloe loved Heart. She grew up listening to Ann and Nancy Wilson. Only Brent would be so thoughtful to remember that.

They drove east of Pasadena,
closer to the mountains
and
the traffic died down considerably.
Brent
turned to her
and spoke. He only used this thick gravelly voice when they played their games
. “
Chloe
…” She gulped.
“P
ull your skirt up around
your waist and
spread
your legs apart
, now
.” She looked at him
with
anticipation
in her eyes
as
h
er groin tightened
at
his demand
.
He wasn’t asking, he was ordering her to do it.
She
obeyed him
and
immediately
bunched the ruffle
d skirt
around waist. Her naked bottom was directly on the leather seat as the cool air rushed
to
the dampness between her
spread
thighs. She swallowed hard
.
Chloe
was so turned on.

He grabbed her hand and placed it on
his
crotch. His cock was rock hard and bulging in his
jeans. She
clutched
the outline of his erection
between
her fingers
.
He scolded her.
“See what you do to me?
It’s
been like this since I saw you in the bedroom bent over your dresser. I wanted to bend you over then and there
. I wanted to
spank your ass
so damn
hard
that you’d cry
and
then
fuck you blind.”
He could hear her
whimper
under her breath.

Brent
reached over and
forced
his hand between her legs to her drenched
pussy
. He stuck
two
fingers inside of her and pumped them in and out as she spread her legs wider. She
squeezed his penis harder as his
l
ong fingers
continued to
pump
her sopping
pussy
.
Chloe closed her eyes and humped against his hand,
as his fingers expertly manipulated her to the point
that
she was nearly ready to have an orgasm. He
sensed her urgency and
stopped just before
she came. He put both hands back on the wheel.

Chloe
gave him a pitiful look
.
S
he
yearned to have
his hand
back inside her vagina
.
She lean
ed
back in frustration without saying a word and pouted.