A glance at Candice Christians new story, A Close Shave!
Never Ride With A Stranger – Chapter 1
The weather was miserable again as Robin waited for her ride to school. She was more interested in the patterns that the falling rain made
in the puddles than the stream of cars heading into the town, which is
why she didn’t have time to step back when the blue Corvette drove
through the puddle right in front of her.
“Shit, shit” was all she could think of as the water soaked through her
coat. She looked up to she that the car had stopped a few yards down the
road. The driver’s door opened and a pair of long tanned legs appeared,
followed by the most gorgeous blond woman she had ever seen.
“Are you alright? You must be soaked.” said the woman, “Can I give you a
The cold rain had started to reach her skin making her shiver inside the
thin school blouse, sticking to her bra, making her nipples harden.
Despite all the lessons she had had about not going with strangers she felt
a strange attraction to this strikingly good-looking woman.
In a split second she decided “You could give me a lift home, it’s not
far, just round the corner.”
She slipped out of her coat before she opened the passenger door and sank
into the supple leather seats. They felt smooth and soft against her bare
legs where her short, pleated skirt ended just above her knee.
“My name is Anna. Where to?” said the woman as she got in and started the
The journey home lasted about two minutes, but they were some of the best
two minutes of Robin’s eighteen years. She spent the entire time taking in
the woman who had picked her up. She was about twenty-two, tall slim with
blond hair cut into a bob. She was dressed in a navy blue business
suit. The skirt was so short Robin thought once or twice, she caught a
flash of shimmering blue panties. The jacket was molded to Anna’s body,
her breasts pushing outward looked firm and high.
The strange feeling in Robin’s tummy was increasing the nearer they got to
her house, why was she so attracted to this woman? She had often seen her
friends in the showers at school and compared her body to theirs, as they
developed from gawky twelve and thirteen year olds to young women. Once or
twice she had thought how it might feel to touch another girl’s breasts, or rub
her body against theirs, but had never taken it any further.
Her nipples were still hard, she realized, closely followed by the
realization that she was getting that turned on feeling she got when she
let Bryan, her boyfriend of six months, caress her breasts through her
“What number”. Anna’s voice woke her from her daydream.
“12” she replied, as the car glided to a halt.
“I feel so awful about this, I’ll have all your clothes dry cleaned.” said
Anna as she followed her to the door.