Danielle scooted back into the cot, clinging the blanket to her. The whiskey was working quickly. She cursed herself for drinking it now. "I, um...I was in a car accident. With one of your drivers, I think." she said, pushing that same, awkward strand of red hair off her forehead. She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. She couldn't believe it, but her juices literally soaked through her panties and began running down, dripping onto the bed.
"Now which no-good shit on the day shift hit you?" he asked, tossing a now empty beer can into a bin without looking as he walked toward her. She could see the sweat make the skin on her neck glisten. The others looked concerned. Dani bit her lip.
"I...I don't know. I remember the logging truck hitting my car. I was in the woods, and now I'm here. I had...a dream." she said, the whiskey making her voice thick. She rubbed her forehead, but didn't dare to close her eyes for more than a blink.
"I'm sorry, miss. We'll know tomorrow who did it. These are 200 thousand dollar rigs. The no good sonuvabitch has got to come back. Are you okay?" he asked, moving closer to her. Dani couldn't help to grin at his concern. She blushed a little, whether from embarassment or the whiskey, she didn't know. It was only when he got closer did she notice the thick bulge in his tight jeans. Her pussy contacted rapidly, wanting to suck the cock into itself and soaking her panties further.
"I'm...I'm..." She searched for the words, but it was too late. The room was vibrating a little, and her thoughts were becoming disjointedly giddy and unimportant.
"I'm a bit tipsy." She said with a grin and flick of the wrist, indicating the bottle.
He laughed a bit. "Max, check the police radio, see if we can find anything about our guest. What is your name hon, anyway?" he said, holding up his hand to catch another beer. She saw his powerful arms and could imagine his work-hardened chest and abs.
"Danielle. Dani." she said, rubbing her bare arm. He glanced at the motion and a small grin formed on his face.
"Well Dani, we'll be going out for the night here in a few. Anywhere I can take you?" he asked. She felt something rise in her, something deep and dark and primitive. Images flashed in her mind that made her blush ever harder.
"Go ahead." the dark whisper said, like an oily bubble popping in her ear. "Do it." With the words, she felt her nipples stiffen. Her finger desperately wanted to slide over her slick clit.
"What is wrong with me?" she thought through the haze. It was only then that she realized that she had let the cover slip down to her waist, and knees no longer clamped onto her chest, but one hung off the side of the bed, her bare thigh, plaid stockings and knee high boot peaking out, and she was leaning on the other, her bra strap fallen down off her shoulder and her conic right breast nearly out of her top. From his angle, she knew he could see her puffy, erect nipple.
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