He'd told the cab driver to just drive. He hadn't given him a destination - he'd just told him to drive and then gone on to give him left and right and straight on instructions. The cab took him beyond the City limits, right through suburbia - through sprawling industrial estates and then out into open countryside. The city lights dimming to the suburbia neon and the halogen spotlights which assisted closed circuit television within industrial estate compounds. Then pitch black taking the place of all those lights. A look over the shoulder out of the rear window would show the mushroom of light that seemed to hover over and 'threaten' the city miles away. Looking ahead then, pitch blackness as the cab drove through highway class roads then the 'A' roads and then slowly, ever so slowly winding round the country bends.

"Are you sure we're on the right road. It's pretty deserted out here?"

The cab driver asked the question as he searched David's eyes from his rear view mirror. David didn't answer him. He didn't feel the need to. He just looked back. The driver had the upper hand in that he could see most of David from his driver seat and in the rear view mirror. David on the other hand could only see the driver's eyes. He didn't need to see any more and certainly didn't need to say anything. The eyes said it all. David gave a few more directions in pretty much a monosyllabic manner and tone. It was as though someone else, or something else was speaking through his mouth. Yes it was his voice, yes it was his tone. He knew what he was doing - it was almost like he was going with the flow - it was almost as though David the 'person' was simply going along for the ride, as it were.

"Drop me here, this will do fine."

It had been a line that the driver hadn't been expecting. They were literally in the middle of nowhere and it was pitch black. David glanced at his watched. It was between ten to and five to midnight.

"You sure about this - there's nothing here. Nothing at all. You sure about this sir?"

The driver was typical, pushy, nosey and an idiot all rolled into one.

"Here is fine thank you."

David was polite, well-spoken but his words were being chosen for him. He was speaking them. He was aware of the words he was using and aware of them coming out of his mouth - but they would not have been words he would have chosen himself. He was just going along for the ride. It was like he was lying back and thinking of England - just like some of the sluts in his ever growing mind melt archive of sexual fantasies that he had. He handed the driver a $100 bill,

"Keep the change."

"Oh thank you very much sir."

And as he slid out of the back seat of the cab and into the blackness of the night he was more than aware of the throbbing erection that he had. He had had these erections before - solid ones, ones that felt like the bell end would launch into orbit at any moment. But this was different. This was more intense. They were close he could tell. This erection was different. It was different from the core and as he stood in the narrow pitch black lane he could feel the first seeping of pre-cum squeezing from his bell end. There was something else though - that erection was being fed by an energy - a sexual buzz that seemed to exist all around him. He stood in the middle of the little used lane and watched the cab disappear into the distance, then the break light coming on just before it swerved around a bend then gone. There was just the silence. David stood - he was standing on the little verge of grass that tended to grow in the middle of these country lanes. Those little tufted verges tended to give away the fact that the lane was rarely used and when it was, it was more for farm machinery than anything. He didn't move. It wasn't a conscious thing that he did, or decided to do, just stand there stark still. It was as though it was his body was simply obeying orders - simply following instructions. He wasn't aware of any instructions though. This was it, this was his time. He rubbed his erection and the slightest touch sent a spasm of intense and undiluted pleasure into his glans. His legs almost gave way - the knees almost crumbling under his own weight. This is what he had spent years and years coming towards - working towards and all of a sudden it all made sense to him. There was no fear of death at all. It was just all so alright. He didn't mind that it was all going to end for him tonight. Or at the very least it was all going to end for him in the near future. The funny thing was that, as he stood in that pitch black lane, it was as though time didn't mean anything any more. It was as though, if anything, time was standing still. He could hear his own heart. He could 'hear' the throbbing of his cock. It didn't matter how long he was standing on that tufted turf in the middle of the lane - eventually he stepped off it and as he stepped off it to the broken tarmac that made up the lane but that had obviously hadn't been maintained for a number of years - a good number of years, his clothing simply dissolved and 'melted' off him. It might have been reasonable to think that those clothes would have been in a heap at his feet, but no, that wasn't the case at all. The clothes seemed to drop off him and then before hitting the floor to form that heap, all clothes, and shoes simply evaporated as though into thin air. It wasn't an event witnessed by anyone. It would be difficult to tell even if David himself had been aware of what was happening. There was a moment, just when his bare feet came to rest over that broken crumbled tarmac that he looked down himself and held out his hands as though to say 'what the fuck'. But even that moment was paused - as though he had thought better of even saying it out loud. In the darkness he could just make out the enormous erect structure that made up his cock.

"We knew you'd come to us you know."

In a split second David was bathed in light and at the same time he span around on his bare feet to the source of the female voice behind him. The sexuality in his cock was so strong at this point that he could have been forgiven for thinking that he was about to orgasm. It was as though he had been having sex for endless and endless amount of hours and all that time he had not orgasmed. Instead all that time it was like he was just being edged. Being brought to the edge, or to the point of orgasm and then just held there. Not brought back from it, or moved forward into the orgasmic tsunami - just held there on the ridge or on the edge of it and no more. Not permitted to cum and at the same time not permitted to move back from that edge. The sight he was presented with all but took his breath away. A beautiful, beautiful woman with long thick jet black hair. She was naked under a totally see through, floor length negligée. The woman was tall, so tall, big breasted, long legged. The sheer nylon negligée was secured with a single tie around her waist and this gave it its shape, but it gave the woman her definition. That sheer see through nylon clinging to her curvy figure, emphasising it, enhancing it even. David's cock twitched and this woman with the thick black hair just looked at the cock and smiled as she moved forward. Her feet were not bare - they were arched into what looked to be the severest of high heels - like high heeled slippers. It might have been expected that walking in those heels on that uneven terrain in the middle of the night might have proved difficult to say the least. But this was not the case. This 'woman' seemed to 'move' as opposed to walk on those heels. It was almost as though she 'glided' and yet at the same time her breasts and her hips moved in the seductive way that one might expect heels of such height to create. Before David knew it, his mouth was being sealed by this woman's and they were embroiled in a deep, deep kiss. There were no formal introductions or ice breaking pleasantries. The woman's full, deep red lips had peeled apart and were encircling David's startled mouth in one movement. And it was a fact that his mouth was sealed. Once that seal had been established then there was movement between mouths. This woman seemed to overwhelm David. She certainly towered over him and seemed to use her height and her femininity to get the upper hand. At first she just tickled the end of David's tongue with hers. It was as though she was encouraging his tongue to play catch up or chase with hers. And David seemed to sense that and so his tongue slid into her mouth. He would be thinking right there and then that he had died and gone to heaven. His first ever REAL sexual encounter and it was with a woman of his dreams. He slid his tongue right into her mouth. In his mind, in his melting, twisted fantasy filled mind he was raping this woman's mouth with his tongue. He had started slowly, tentatively just tasting the inside of her lips, brushing his tongue tip across her perfect white teeth and then slipping between them. Then as it felt she was succumbing to him he slid the thickness and the wetness of his tongue right into her mouth and began exploring that mouth. The taste seemed to feed his sexuality and as a result he simply wanted to taste more. This was added to by the fact that this woman's hand had moved to the enormity that was David's erection and she was stroking it. She was stroking up the full length of his shaft but at the same time when she got to the ridge of his bell, she spread her fingers and let those fingers dance over and around the glans. At various irregular intervals she was rubbing, and smearing the oozing, thick pre-cum around the exposed glans of the bell and that in itself was an added feed to the throbs that he was feeling. In the meantime David's tongue was taking hold of and possessing the woman's mouth. At least, in his melted, twisted mind that is what he was doing.