The weary hitchhiker stood up slowly. She could hear a motor in the distance. Peering into the darkness of night, she made out the headlights of a rig coming her way. She grabbed her backpack and ambled to the side of the road. She prayed with all her might that this one would pick her up. She'd been sitting on the side on the road for 14 hours without luck.
"Get your motor running...da na na na na na....get up on the highway...da na na na na na na...looking for adventure...da na na na na na...or whatever comes my way..." Howie stopped singing as he spotted someone standing on the side of the road. As he got closer, he realized it was a young girl. Common sense told him he should stop and pick her up. Common sense also told him that she could be a butcher-knife wielding psychopath who would cut his heart out and feast on it for supper. He shuddered and stepped lightly on the brakes.
He rolled down the window on the passenger side and leaned out slightly. "Do you need a lift, miss?"
The girl smiled gratefully. "As long as you're not a murderer who's gonna slice my throat and feed it to your dog out back, I guess I do."
Howie smiled. "I was wondering the same thing about you." He opened the door. "Hop in."
The girl climbed into the rig with little effort. Howie turned on the light so he could take a good look at her. She was pretty with short brown hair that gleamed with auburn highlights. He realized that she was gawking at him. He waited for the exclamation of surprise that he knew would soon follow.
"Wait a minute...no way...you're...you can't be...you look like..." her voice trailed off as she tripped over her words.
Howie laughed. "Are you trying to ask me if I'm a Backstreet Boy?"
The girl blushed. "Yea, you look like Howie."
"I'm glad I do because I am Howie!" He smiled wickedly as she became redder.
"Wow! Oook...." So you're sitting in a rig out in the middle of nowhere with your favorite BSB. What are the chances of that happening? She asked herself, her heart thumping loudly. She cleared her throat. "I'm not very good at this polite chitchat so I'm gonna come right out and ask you, what the hell are you doing driving a rig on an Ontario road?"
Howie laughed again. "Long or short version?"
"Whichever."
"My brother's a truck driver. He got sick and they couldn't find a replacement. These are emergency medical supplies that had go to a hospital in Burlington. I figured I'd help him out."
"That's nice of you. What are you doing in town?"
"Juno awards. AJ and I are both here."
She slapped her forehead. "Right. I remember now."
Howie stared at her. "Now that you know my story, what's your name?"
"It's Tammy...but call me Kitana."
"Kitana." The name rolled off his tongue. "Suits you. So Kitana, what are you doing hitchhiking? It's pretty dangerous to be out here by yourself at this time of night."
She lowered her eyes, feeling guilty. "I know...I was...I can't explain it all right now. I'm just glad you're the one who picked me up."
Howie felt the pain behind her words. "How old are you Kitana, if I may ask?"
"Twenty." She held her head up high waiting for him to call her a child like so many people did. But he didn't.
"You look a little older, actually. So where are you off to?"
"Mississauga, but just drop me off wherever you want."
He shook his head. "No way. Mississauga it is. I wouldn't want anything to happen to a beautiful young lady like yourself. Men eat women like you for breakfast."
Kitana half-laughed, half-groaned. "If that's a line, it's gotta be the cheesiest one I've ever heard."
"It's not a line. You're very pretty."
She blushed again, the heat in the rig suddenly overpowering her. "It's hot in here." She removed her jean jacket, revealing tanned arms and a small black tank top.
Howie tried not to stare, but women in tank tops were his weakness. "Uh..." He couldn't stop staring at her. "Yea, it is. You can open the window."
"Not a good idea, it's starting to rain."
Howie glanced up. The night sky suddenly looked ominous. "Looks like a storm. Great."
Kitana clapped her hands. "Storms are FUN! Where's your sense of adventure?"
Howie groaned. "I left it back in my hotel room." He pressed on the gas. "I better hurry. AJ's gonna freak if I'm not back soon."
She pulled a small phone out of her bag. "Call him. Tell him you won't be back till morning."
He looked at the phone in her hand, then at her. Her eyes shone with mischief...sexual mischief. "T-tomorrow?"
"We can't drive in a storm." As she uttered the last word, a crash of thunder came from up above.
Howie cursed as he slammed on the brakes. "Did you order that?" he accused, his nerves rattled. He hated storms.
Kitana laughed. "Yea I have those powers, D. I can stop this rig with the powers of humming, too...wanna see?" She tried not to laugh as he glared at her. The rain was coming down in torrents. "Ok, I'm sorry. Maybe you better pull over and wait it out."
Without answering her, he maneuvered the rig onto the side of the road. A bolt of lightening followed by a loud boom caused him to jump. He cursed again.
Kitana found this amusing. "Are you scared of thunder?" she asked, trying not to laugh again.
"Y-yes. How can you tell?" Before she could answer him, more lightning and thunder came their way. Howie flinched. "I can't take this anymore. I'm going in the back. You can come with me or sit here and enjoy Mother Nature's rage."
Kitana didn't need to be asked twice. "I'm coming with you."
"Alright, on my count, let's make a run to the back of the truck." He counted to three and they bolted out to the back, barely making it inside before another loud crash sliced through the sky. The stood there, dripping wet. "Well that was exciting," Howie said sarcastically. "I guess we need to get out of these clothes." He turned the light on to reveal a bed and small TV.
"You can cover yourself with the blankets. I'll check these bags to see if John left any spare clothes in them." He started to rummage through the bags.
"We won't be needing any clothes tonight." She spoke softly.
Howie whirled around. "Excuse-" the word got stuck in is throat. She was standing there in a lacy bra and undies. "Wha...what are you saying?" He barely got the words out.
"I can help you overcome your fear, Howie. Let me." She held out her hand.
Howie looked at her hesitatingly before accepting her hand. "Alright Kitty, show me, help me."
The nickname sent shivers down her body. She approached him. Her hands found the buckle on his jeans. This was going to be an adventure indeed.
"Come here," Kitana whispered.
Howie approached her slowly, taking in every inch of her physique. When he was in front of her, she placed her hands on either side of his face. "I've always wanted to touch this skin...so soft," her eyes closed as her hands tenderly caressed his face. "Smooth..." she whispered.
Howie sighed in pleasure. He took hold of her waist and ran his hands up and down her sides a few times before he rested them on her shoulders. "You're so beautiful," he told her, gazing into her eyes with longing. "Can I kiss you?"
"Do you even have to ask?" Her eyes closed and she felt Howie's soft, full lips land on hers. She opened her mouth to allow him access. His tongue glided along her teeth before meeting her tongue one on one. His tongue, expert and quick, turned Kitana's already wobbly legs into wet noodles. She sagged against Howie, breaking the kiss. "I...uh...I..."
Her face flushed. This man had aroused her to the point of unhinging her thought process. "Let me try that again..." she giggled slightly which made Howie hotter. "I think we should make use of that mattress."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Oh do you now?"
"Yea I do. Why don't you have a seat." She pushed him down on the mattress. "I'll take these wet clothes off before I catch my death."
Howie watched her with interest. Keeping her eyes on his face, she yanked she gently tugged on her bra straps and let them slid down her arms before reaching behind her and undoing the clasp. The bra fell off her and her breasts jutted out, standing tantalizingly in front of Howie. She heard his sharp intake of breath as sprang to his feet. He grabbed her around the waist and bent her backwards before taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked greedily and hungrily.
His erotic suckling awakened her senses all the way down to her toes. She leaned back and offered herself more fully. "Oh baby..." she moaned in pleasure.
Howie let her up. "I think you need to take the rest of your clothes off."
"I think I do, too." She looked at Howie coyly. "Will you do the honors?"
He licked his lips and nodded. "Turn around."
She didn't question his motive. His hands were warm on her cool skin as he lowered her panties, sliding to his knees at the same time. "I wanna taste your skin," he whispered.
She let out an inaudible moan as Howie's lips traveled down her spine. Her whole body felt on fire. His lips continued their pleasant torture, down her buttocks, her thighs, and the back of her legs. Just when she thought she would fall over, he scooped her up in his arms and lay her down on the mattress.
She watched as he stripped down to his birthday suit, revealing a tanned, muscular body. Her pulse quickened as her eyes roamed up and down his body without shame. "I want some of that," she said.
Howie approached her. "You're gonna get whole lot more than some." He lay down besides her, draping his leg over hers and started kissing her again.
Her mind reeled to all the fantasies she ever had about him. This was like nothing she had ever fantasized about. This was natural. Right. She was amazed at how at ease she was with him. She had no thought or fear of the union that was inevitable.
"I'm burning up," he whispered against her neck, as his lips sucked on the tender skin.
Her hands found and removed the elastic from his hair. She has always wanted to do this. Her hands ran through the soft curls as she bound him closer. "So am I," she moaned, twisting so that she could urge him on top of her. "I need you like yesterday." Her voice was husky with a desire that was burning out of control.
"Touch me, baby. Feel what you're doing to me." Her took her hand and placed it on his rock-hard manhood. Kitana ran her hand up and down the length of him, feeling the hot heat that was Howie. He groaned and thrashed about. "I think it's time." His voice was shaky and he was afraid he was gonna lose control if he wasn't inside her soon. He rolled on top of her and let his fingers trail down her stomach to the core of her womanhood.
Her legs shifted, making a place for him that no man had ever claimed. He raised his head, looking at her, seeing nothing but welcome and need in her eyes.
As he stroked her, readying her, relaxing the tight muscles for the moment he was gonna claim her, he watched her. He eyes were closed and her face was flushed in ecstasy. His fingers moved deeper, stealing her breath, brushing her skin with the flush of passion and the moist sheen of desire on fire. Kitana felt her body stretching and opening for him.
When he rose above her, his body full and hard and incredibly male, she felt no threat. She lifted herself to him and her breath caught in he throat as he gently entered her. His eyes held hers as he slowly slid in deeper. "God," she breathed hoarsely. "This feels...like heaven."
He kissed her, taking away the need for words. His breath was hers, his heat no less than her own. He reared back, arching deep. She took him, marking her man, giving herself. Her hands dug into his back and his name tore from her lips as he stroked her with ever-increasing thrusts. The flames burned higher. Kitana tautened beneath him, feeling the climax build past the point of no return. A few more thrusts and suddenly the world condensed, hurtling towards them as though it would bury them in an avalanche of passion. Names were screamed out and then it was silent.
They lay there for a few minutes before Howie reluctantly rolled off her, giving her room to breath. "That....was....like...nothing I've ever experienced before."
Kitana looked at him, a smile dancing in her eyes. "The first of many, I hope?"
Howie took her into his arms and kissed her with such passion that she didn't need any words to give her an answer.
