Chapter 3

Gabriella drove on the Arizona back road. The wind from the open windows blew her long, dark hair. She was going to visit her cousins. She hadn’t seen them since her father died. The last time she had spoken to them on the phone was fifteen months ago. They didn’t know she was coming. She didn’t either until she had stormed out of her mother’s house in Mexico for the last time.

She had no idea where her older brother was. If you looked up the word, drifter, his picture would be next to it. A loud pop echoed from the front of her Honda Civic. The car leaned to the right.

“Shit!” Gabriella pulled over on the side of the road. She got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. The side wall of her front tire had a hole in it.

Gabriella dug in her purse for the directions. She looked at the computer printout. She was fifteen miles away from her destination. She had a donut in the trunk, but she didn’t know how to change a tire. “Ugh, great.”

Thirty minutes later, Gabriella struggled to change the tire. She couldn’t get a signal on her cell phone and a car hadn’t driven by. She rubbed her exposed midriff and looked at her watch. It was 11:04 a.m. She thought about walking. Fifteen miles was a long walk in the heat with only one bottle of water, but she couldn’t stay out in the desert alone all night.

A twinge of hope struck her as a car was coming up on the horizon. The closer it got, she could tell it was a cop car. Gabriella waved her hands in the air. She breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled over.

He was tall and bulky and his skin was light bronze. He had a perfectly straight nose. Gabriella thought he was hot.

“Having some trouble, miss?” he asked.

“Yes, I have a flat tire and I’m struggling with the spare. You think you can help me out?”

“Sure can,” he said and tipped his Stratton at her.

Twenty minutes later, he had the flat in the trunk and the donut on the car.

“You shouldn’t drive on that donut for too long. There’s a town fifteen miles up the road. There’s a garage there that’s reasonably priced,” he said.

“I'll stop there, I promise. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come along. This road is disserted. Five years ago, it was full of cars. People liked to look at the scenery.”

“You from here, ma’am?”

“Oh, no. My parents used to travel through here when my brother and I were little.”

“So, you’re taking a trip on memory lane?”

“You can say that.”

“Not many people take this road anymore because it is in the desert. Route 501 was widened a long time ago, so people take that, now.”

“Oh, so, what are you doing out here?”

“We patrol through here once in a while to make sure everything is on the up and up,” he said with a smile. His teeth sparkled in the sunlight.

What the hell? No one is out here but us, and I’ve never fucked a cop before, she thought.

“I don’t know how I can repay you, but I like to try,” she said and placed her hands on his chest.

His mouth dropped open. His brown eyes looked into hers. “Miss . . . I would love to actually, but I’m on duty.”

“I’ve had such an ordeal out here. I could use something to make me feel better. Isn’t serving the community part of your . . . duties?”

He wanted to smile - Gabriella could tell. “Also, I would like to give you a special thank you. I promise I won’t keep you for hours – unless you want me to,” she said and winked. Her hand glided down his chest to his pants. She started stroking his crotch.

“Um . . . honey, how old are?” he struggled to get out.

“Oh, I just turned twenty-one,” she said with a smile and took his Stratton off of his head.

He had dark straight hair. Long strands hung down his forehead. He had a hint of a mid-western accent. “You got pretty skin. Are you Latina?”

Gabriella nodded. “Half.”

“From what I can tell it’s your best half,” he mumbled as he gave her the once-over.

Gabriella placed the Stratton on her head.

“Well, you are offering and I can’t see why I would refuse such a . . . generous gift,” he said with a smile.

She backed him against the car. “What’s your name, deputy?”

“Just call me Jeff, honey,” he said as he unbuckled his gun belt.

“All right. Judging from what I got in my hand, I’ll be yelling it in fifteen minutes,” she said and got on her knees in the dirt.

Jeff dropped his gun belt inside the car window while Gabriella undid his pants. She pulled out his fat, brown dick and took it in her mouth. Her head worked back and forth as Jeff leaned his head back. His dick began to harden in her mouth.

Her pussy moistened against her thong. Gabriella moaned with hunger against his member. Jeff gripped the window edge of the car as Gabriella licked the tip of him like a lollipop.

“Shit,” he groaned as she licked and kissed the head of him.

“Sweetie, I got a blanket in the back seat. Grab it so I can lay down for ya,” she said kindly. Gabriella stood. Jeff wasted no time reaching through the car window for the orange blanket.

They walked to the front of the cruiser. Gabriella spread the blanket out on the hood. Jeff stroked his erection as he watched her. She reached under her red skirt and pulled off her thong. She slowly stuffed them in Jeff’s front pocket. She pulled her red top with the straps over her D cups.

“Mmmm, what’s your name, sweetheart?” Jeff asked as he continued to stroke his meat.

“Gabriella,” she answered as she smashed her breasts together and winked at him.

He stopped stroking himself and smiled. “That’s a good name for you. You got beautiful tits, Gabriella.”

“Thank you,” she said in a flirtatious tone as she kept squeezing her tits together.

Jeff grabbed her hips and lifted her up. Gabriella giggled as she grabbed the Stratton to secure it on her head. He sat her on the hood and raised her skirt. She leaned back and opened her legs. Jeff guided his hard fatty around her vagina.

She giggled as his tip tickled her clit. Jeff beat the tip of his dick against her clit. The sensation made her wetter. She wiggled in response and moaned, “I see you’re a tease.”

Jeff chuckled and guided his dick to her entryway. He pushed in. She gasped at the sensation of his thick dick against her walls. Jeff eased in and out of her. Placing her hands on the car hood, Gabriella wiggled her hips.

Jeff groaned at her tightness. He picked up the pace and grabbed her hips.

“Ah, that’s it,” she moaned and closed her eyes. “I just love pleasing a man in uniform.”

He chuckled. “And you do a good job of it, sweetheart.”

Her breasts swayed to the rhythm as her black nipples hardened. Gabrielle’s breathing quickened as shimmers of pleasure sparked in her. She cried out as she clenched the blanket.

“Hmmm, you come pretty to,” he said and his breath caught. Deep moans echoed from Jeff’s throat.

Gabriella held onto her red skirt and waited for him. He pulled out of her to stroke his meat. He beat the tip of himself against her clit again, which made her writhe with pleasure. Sweat dripped from his hair and face. It wasn’t long before Jeff shot his juices over her thigh and vagina.

“Oh god,” he groaned as his head fell forward.

Gabriella rubbed his lotion into her skin.

Jeff let out a low whistle. “Damn. I needed that.”

“So did I,” she said seductively and sat up. She kissed him. Her tongue glided between his lips.

Jeff squeezed her breasts as they kissed in the desert heat.

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An hour later, Gabriella sat on the hood of her car at the garage in town. She waited for Jeff to finish talking to the mechanic. Once he was done, he strolled over to her.

“Luke is going to replace your tire and give you an oil change - on me,” he said with a big smile.

Her mouth dropped open at his generosity. “Oh, no, I didn’t expect you to pay for my tire or an oil change.”

“Luke said you needed an oil change, and it’s my pleasure to pick up the tab,” he said with a smile still on his face.

She grinned. “You’ve done so much for me already.”

Jeff took his Stratton off her head and put it on his. “Just think of it as a satisfied gentleman making sure you have a safe trip.”

She laughed. “All right. Thank you, deputy.”

“And thank you, miss. Oh, I should return these to you,” he said and reached in his front pocket for the thong she had stuffed in there earlier.

She put the palm of her hand over his pocket. “No, lover, you keep those. A little something to remember me by.”

He chuckled. “It will be hard for me to forget fucking a young lady on the side of the road in the desert. But, I’ll treasure the keepsake.”

She giggled and tilted her chin up.

Jeff took the opportunity to press his mouth against hers. His wet tongue parted her lips.

He broke the kiss as quickly as he started it. He stood up straight and tipped his Stratton to her. “Goodbye, Gabriella. Maybe on your way back through we’ll bump into each other again.”

“I have no doubt that we will,” she said with a mischievous smile. “Goodbye, Jeff.”

He smiled and left through the open garage door.

Gabriella turned her head to see Luke standing four feet away with his mouth open and his blond eyebrows up.

She giggled at his expression.