The Miller’s Farm: Part 1
"It looks like we're in for a long night, sweetheart," drawled my uber driver, Jim.
He looked like he was in his mid-fifties, with greying greasy hair and wrinkles across his face. His appearance gave off a 'grandad' look with a plaid shirt and black joggers.
His blue Ford, one I was currently sitting in the back seat of, remained stationary like the other cars in the middle of the highway. While the highway, itself, was surrounded by tall, green trees of all shapes and sizes, on either side of the traffic.
I looked up from my phone and replied casually, "I'm in no rush."
It was true. That night was supposed to be my busiest the whole week. I had two clients booked and ready to service. Even though one cancelled at the last minute, I was grateful for the deposit. However, I was infuriated with the lack of progress I made with my second client. After giving him head and bending over a sink so he could plunder me from behind, he came within ten minutes and ushered me out of his apartment to avoid being seen by a roommate. It didn't matter to him that I hadn't finished, so I was left unsatisfied and stood outside in the cold to wait for an uber. My scantily-clad outfit was coupled with his cum dripping down my legs. The stickiness of his load already dried by the time I jumped in the back seat of Jim's car.
"We've been on this highway for thirty minutes. I know the area. Are you sure you don't want me to take a detour?" Jim asked, interrupting my reverie.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. I knew the area as well. It was just past 10pm, and I sure as hell wasn't letting some old codger taking me through undetected lanes, only to kill and dump my body in a low dug-out grave. It was best that we remained among other people in traffic. It was the only way I could be sure of myself and him.
"I'm certain," I said in a clipped tone.
I diverted my attention to his rear view mirror and purposely made eye contact with him, "are you in a hurry, sir?"
"No, I just thought you'd like to get home quicker."
I looked back down at my phone and shook my head, "let's just keep to the normal route."
He shrugged and turned his attention back to the traffic.
Another half hour passed and we'd only moved along the road for an additional six miles. My patience was growing thin and I wondered whether the detour was the best idea.
"Well if we're going to be here for a while, why don't we get to know each other?" Jim suggested.
I frowned at him, "what do you want to know?"
"Let's see... what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a barmaid at a local night club," I lied. "You?"
"I'm an uber driver by day and a superhero by night," he replied with mischief.
I laughed out loud and his face lit up as if he was listening to a chorus of angels. "What's your superpower? Driving fast? Because you haven't much luck today."
He smirked and turned around to look at me. Our eyes locked for a few seconds and his broke away to travel down the length of my body. He licked his bottom lip as he took the sight of me in my red-laced bodysuit, barely covered by an oversized jacket. I hoped the darkness of the car's interior would've obscured most of my appearance before I sat inside earlier, however, that wasn't true. Suddenly self-conscious about my nakedness, I made more effort to cover myself.
His gaze met mine again and he winked before turning back around, "so let's cut the bullshit, little miss."
I gulped and let my fingers fumble with my bag. It had a can of pepper spray in it, although I hoped I wouldn't need to use it. At least not now, "excuse me?"
"No barmaid I know has an outfit like that."
"Don't play dumb. You may work at clubs filled with intoxicated, horny motherfuckers. But I'm sure as hell that no one makes you wear that."
My grip on the pepper spray tightened. I tilted my chin at him challengingly and narrowed my eyes, "what's it to you?"
"I'll make you a deal. If you answer all my questions correctly, I'll let you know what I have in mind."
"Maybe I don't want to-"
"Just play along," he replied with an alarming undertone.
"I'm a full-time literature student at uni, who's well under debt. I make about five hundred a week, sleeping around with strangers to repay the loan," I muttered under my breath that I feared he couldn't hear.
"You a prostitute?"
I winced at the word, "I prefer the term 'sensual friends with benefits.'"
"You ever see these strangers again?"
He snorted, "you ain't no 'friend with benefit.'"
My grip on the pepper spray loosened and I placed my bag aside, "is that all?"
"No... what happened tonight?"
"I was servicing a client and everything was going fine, until he frog-marched me out of his apartment before I could finish," I said with disgust.
Jim's eyebrows quirked up, "honey if I had you for an evening, I don't think I'd ever let you out of bed.”
I blushed and felt a familiar tingling sensation between my legs, already wet from my previous sexual encounter that evening. This man was more than half my age, and it was amazing how his words made me feel. I suppose it was just the possibility of fucking him that seemed taboo and exhilarating, having only fucked men around my own age.
"We were inside his bathroom, actually. He didn't want a stranger in his bed."
Jim's eyes sparkled, "right, my proposition..."
"Why don't we have a little fun tonight? I can take that detour I was talking about earlier, so we can have an all expenses paid romp in the woods."
I shot him a menacing look, "it won't be 'all expenses paid.' I fuck for money."
"Maybe this time you can fuck for pleasure."
"Not a chance. This is my business."
"You see this?" He said as he tapped his phone. "Your money for this ride has tripled because of how long it's taken to bring you from one town to the other."
I looked down at the mobile app and glowered, "you want us to fuck in exchange for cancelling the fee I owe you tonight?"
"You catch on pretty quickly, don't you?"
I took a deep breath and sank further in my seat. Did I really want to have a one night stand with this man? I never cowered away from doing it with other strangers before. However, they'd more or less had the same experiences as me. It's as if exposing myself to the intimacy of this middle-aged man, would've opened the door to a whole new level of pleasure. The words 'romp in the woods,' kept playing on my mind over and over again, inviting me to unimaginable sinful acts.
"Let's do this," I said finally.
He turned around and grinned like a Cheshire cat, before taking the next exit off the highway and onto a road that led deep in the woods.