The beach was calm as the sun set over the ocean, the orange glow warming the still blue waters. The sands were quiet save for the sound of seagulls flying overhead, and the clatter of kitchen utensils inside the RV parked next to the tide.
"Shit!" Frank muttered kicking away a saucepan, yanking the girls waistband down to her knees as she stood awkwardly in from of the sink. His dog barked from behind the closed bedroom shutter, reacting to the noise. "Quiet Pompidue!" He called hushing his loyal companion, turning his attention back to the young woman in front of him trapped in her T-shirt.
"Crap!" Max cursed with her shirt tangled around her head, her arms caught trying to pull them off in the confined space. She was wearing a bright pink bra across her small breasts with tight grey panties covering her crotch, now exposed thanks to the drug dealers handiwork. Her breathing started hitching afraid she wouldn't be able to untangle herself until his firm hands yanked the shirt off of her tossing it aside along with her checkered red jacket. "Thanks" she said brushing her brown hair out of her eyes, turning around to look at the grizzled older man.
"Don't mention it" he replied, eyeing up her pale skin affectionately. She shuddered as she felt his gaze on her, wondering if what she was doing was a good idea. She knew Chloe wouldn't like it, which was why she hadn't told her she was here. She cast one last glance to the locked RV door, reminding herself there was no going back now. "You're not quite as pretty as Rachel" he said somberly, lifting his shirt over his head revealing his scarred bare chest marked by tattoos. He put his hands over Max's soft skin, stroking her back admiring how adorable the trembling little girl stood in front of him. "But you'll do" he concluded, diving into the crook of her neck kissing her flesh making her moan.
Max let him kiss her neck and fondle her chest, his palms circling around her back to squeeze her mounds suggestively. She arched her back against his chest, showing him she was willing to go through with this. He growled quietly rising to her ear, tugging on her earlobe whispering ideas of what he wanted to do to her young sexy body. Some of them made Max sick, others made her wet.
She quickly reminded herself of the plan she'd concocted a few hours ago. Her and Chloe had discovered Franks account book was the key to learning how Nathan was connected to Rachel's disappearance, but they knew Frank wouldn't just turn it over. Chloe wanted to break in and steal it but Max floated the option of negotiating with him. She wasn't up for it, yet Max had envisioned a separate idea that she could try. She knew Frank and Rachel had been in a relationship and the guy had already commented about how Max seemed to remind him of her dressed in her clothes. So borrowing the outfit once more she talked her way out of Chloe's place and made her way here to proposition him, a deal for the account info they were after. The plan was to perform a repeat of the diner; get her hands on the account book then use her powers to rewind time and leave with the book in hand. But for that to work, she needed to hold up her end. Indulging in Franks memory of Rachel.
I.e. she promised to sleep with Frank if he let her look at the account book. It was a risky ploy, which she hoped would have him showing her the book before they had sex. Unfortunately Frank wasn't an idiot and asked for payment in advance. So she stepped inside, watched him close the door, then got down to undressing in his RV ready to prostitute herself to him.
She hated using her body like this, but a part of her was mildly curious to see what an older guy like Frank was like in the sack. It wasn't like she and Chloe were exclusive, they were trying to find her ex girlfriend after all. Maybe having some healthy adult fun would be good for the relationship?
Does it have to be Frank though? Why not Mr Jefferson, or even Principle Wells? Jeez, even Samuel would be less icky.
Max steeled her nerves, resigning to her decision as Frank lifted her bra up to pinch her nipples between his finger, his hot breath breathing on the back of her neck as he toyed with the younger girl. Her breathing got heavier the longer he teased her, working her up until she had a noticeable damp patch running along the underside of her underwear. Frank took a step back letting go of her boobs, leaving her alone for a moment to undo his trousers. Max took the opportunity to unhook her bra and drop it to the ground, glancing over her shoulder to see him kicking off his pants as well as his briefs. Following his lead she stepped out of her clothes, leaving her in just her panties standing in the dirty RV.
"Don't" he said firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder when she went to turn around and face him. "Stay there, please" he asked nicely, the politeness catching Max off guard. She remained where she was feeling his hands roam across her hips and arms, the older man soaking in her scent as his cock twitched alert. Her skin tingled under his touch, which was surprisingly gentle. He pressed his body against her back, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace while his erection slid between her thighs. Max hitched her breath in response as the older man enveloped her, her hips instinctively rubbing his shaft through the damp fabric.
I wasn't expecting this.
"Relax" he whispered to her, kissing her neck softly as she sighed. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Max found herself melting into his chest, rocking against his crotch savoring the friction as she stroked his strong arms. "I'm sorry" she muttered. "I thought this would be…this is nice."
"You thought I'd be like some rough brutal pervert or rapist?" He asked. She hide her expression which gave away her answer. "I'm not like those assholes" he told her. "Rachel wouldn't have even spoken to me if I was. Let me show you."
He took Max by the chin and carefully turned her head to look up at him, planting a delicate kiss on her lips. The gesture made Max forget any lingering fears about the situation, pivoting around on her toes to embrace the drug dealer in a passionate kiss. The two of them melded into one another in a steamy embrace, their lips perfectly matched as they explored each other affectionately. Franks cock continued to grind against the underside of her panties, stimulating the soaking pussy causing her breathing to become heavy.
The moment was tranquil until Frank's foot slid on a discarded plate, his hold around Max tightening as they were both sent flying to the floor unceremoniously. "Fuck!" He cursed banging his hand against the drivers seat landing on his back. Max fell on top of him with a grunt, his large chest cushioning her fall but bruising his ribs. "Fucking shit, fuck!"
"Are you okay?" Max asked worried, laying flat afraid to move in case something was broken.
He groaned rubbing his head, glancing down at the young girl on his torso. "I'll live. Are you hurt?" She shook her head, rising nervously onto her hands and knees hovering over him. He winced in pain when he tried to get up, opting to stay on the floor. "Ow."
Max looked over him, a feeling of pity washing over her. Suddenly the man didn't seem so terrifying. "Where does it hurt?" She asked. He pointed to his ribs and his head, groaning meekly. The photography looked down at his bruised rip cage and gently planted a soft kiss where he'd pointed. He winced briefly, looking down as the freckled young woman crawled up to take his head in her hands, kissing his skull on the sore spot also. As she shared his gaze he gestured to his lips, looking hurt and in pain. Max smirked, taking the older face in her palms and locking her lips around his, the stubble tickling her cheeks as they made out on the floor of the RV.
"I think…I think my groin got hurt on the way down too" he said when they finally paused for air, looking at Max with a suggestive twinkle in his eye.
She glanced down at his hard hard, unharmed cock and chuckled, telling him "I think I can help with that." With his gaze trained entirely on her, Max Caulfield rose up to her knees making a show of displaying her topless body and her small mounds before running her hands down to her waist. Hooking her thumbs into the underwear she slid her panties down her legs and tossed them aside, now completely naked sitting on top of the grisly drug dealer. She shuffled forward, aligning her hips above his crotch, taking his erection in her small hands and guiding it towards her waiting Sex, fixing her big blue eyes on his as she sank down over him.
The tight young pussy enveloped his throbbing dick like a sleeve, her inner muscles squeezing him until it felt like he'd be crushed. The photographer gasped as the size as he filled her, her body releasing a sudden gush from the penetration. Max blushed turning bright red, she'd never climaxed so quickly like that before. Frank groaned again, this time from pleasure instead of pain, rubbing his palms along her thighs enjoying the sight of the Blackwell student sitting on his lap rocking against him. "So hot and sexy" he muttered staring at her, fixating on her swaying breasts.
Taking his hands in hers Max brought them up to her chest, pressing them to her boobs as she began slowly bouncing on his cock massaging his thick shaft. They both let out an audible moan as they made love, the gentle thrusting building a hypnotic rhythm for the photographer to lose herself in. The more they built up steam the stronger their hips worked in tandem, Franks crotch buckling up to meet Max's cunt each time she dropped down to engulf him.
After many minutes of being gentle Frank released the young girls breasts to hook underneath her arms, pulling her in to embrace her as he pumped more vigorously into her vagina. She pressed against him breathing heavily in his ear, moaning more and more desperately the harder he fucked her. "I'm going to cum" she gasped edging towards her climax, her fists clenching stuck between their sweaty bodies.
"Me too" he warned, his thrusts becoming ragged gripping her hair tightly. Their bodies humped each over wildly reaching their peak before they cried out in orgasm, sharing the experience in one satisfied heap.
It would be about ten minutes later when Max would finally climb off Frank and gather her clothes. By the time she was redressed he was standing their in his briefs with the account book in hand. Thanking her for the booty call he offered the opportunity to do it again sometime. Though Max found herself enjoying the moment with him, she told him it was a mistake and quickly left via the door. Once she was outside she turned to find the older guy running after her.
He wouldn't reach her in time as she hurriedly turned back the clock to before she knocked on his door, erasing the whole incident from the timeline. But that didn't stop her from looking back fondly as she walked away. She slid the account book into her bag coming up with a story to explain how she recovered it from the RV to relay to Chloe.
As she walked away she found a Polaroid in her pocket, taken during the ten minutes between her orgasm and leaving the RV. She hurriedly returned it to the jacket, shuddering at the memory before putting the whole thing behind her.
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