Angel packed her bags, trying to anticipate the change in temperature at her first destination. She was sick of this too small town, sick of awkward boys, sick of everything, and fed up with her beige life. She walked with direct and angry assurance, muttering,

“Beige! My whole life has been bland, boring, beige!”

She tossed slacks, dresses, heels, jeans, and a variety of tops into the suitcases, haphazardly, and then flung her bags into the hatch with a single thought: I’ve never been satisfied in my whole life, and I’m sick of pretending!

Her wheels laid rubber as she gunned the car onto the interstate, thinking, I need color, and I’ll have it, damn it!

She drove blindly and, six hours later, found herself in St. Augustine without really knowing how she had gotten there.

She stopped for gas and stepped out of the car. Angel approached the station, with the breeze catching her long, blonde tresses, and several men stopped tending to their cars to stare hungrily. Angel knew she was beautiful. She had always known it.

Though she had pulled into the self-serve island, two men raced from the station, trying to be the first to offer assistance.

Angel smiled wickedly, and asked the first man to fill the tank, then turned to the second man, requesting that he show her to the ladies room.

She immediately learned his name was Davis, and looped her arm through his as his eyes bulged, glued to her voluptuous breasts.

He managed to issue a warning about the importance of a woman being safe when traveling alone. Davis offered to check the Ladies Room “to make sure it was free of predators.”

Angel thanked him kindly, playing along. She stood behind him as he pushed a key into the lock. He was obviously strong, muscular, and maybe just a few sandwiches short of a picnic; her exact type at the moment.

Davis struggled with the rusty lock as Angel took in her surroundings. The sky was bright and blue; the sun, a huge, yellow-gold orb, even the gas station sign was bright, lacquer red, but her specific interest was the renowned, haunted lighthouse in the distance.

She was enjoying the brilliant colors, and wanted more, thinking, even if I have to act like a dolt to get what I want!

Angel maneuvered to hold the door asking when his shift was over. He informed her that the first attendant was there to replace him for the night shift. Angel licked her lips.

“Listen,” she said, “I’m new in town. Would you be willing to show me some sights,” she asked innocently.

“Sure! What’s your pleasure,” he queried, not believing his good fortune.

Angel pointed into the distance saying, “What’s that? Oh, is it a lighthouse? Let’s go there!”

Davis, still standing in the doorway to the restroom, eyed her up and down, knowing he could refuse this innocent beauty nothing.

“Of course,” he said, cautioning about its haunted history, explaining that she should “stay close to him, just in case.”

She cast her eyes to the ground feigning nervousness, “Maybe we shouldn’t,” she said softly, with mock fear.

“Oh no, Miss Angel, I’ll protect you,” he offered.

Angel suppressed a hungry grin and agreed to take him there.

Several moments later, they were inside the lighthouse, and the heavy door swung shut behind them with an echoing bang.

Angel playfully ran up the winding staircase, but Davis was no match for her endurance. By the time he reached the top, Angel was already half-clad. Her crop top lay in a heap as she unzipped her jean shorts.

Davis stood drop-jawed, staring at her, from silken hair to dainty, bare feet. She closed the distance between them and embraced him, moving her hands to grip his firm, taut ass cheeks, and whispered, “Let’s make this a night to remember.”

She kissed him full on the mouth sucking in his lower lip, and dragging her moist tongue across it, whispering, “Fuck me, Davis. Fuck me like no one ever has!”

Davis stepped back to review her in a new light. Hesitantly, he unzipped his jeans, and then took a step back.

Angel closed the distance, embracing him from the back, to nip and suckle his neck, leaving a trail of small bruises, as he fumbled with removing his shirt and pants.

Angel lost her patience. She fisted his collar and ripped the offending shirt from his back. Again he took a step back saying, “Boy, you’re no angel. Are you?”

She pursued him wordlessly, deliberating how best to have her way with him. She took a step toward him, and leaned down to force his pants from his feet, asking,

“Have you ever fantasized about defiling an angel and fucking her brains out, Davis? Now is your one and only chance.”

Davis found his anger, and his courage, and decided to give her exactly what she was asking for. He leaned in to kiss her hard, and scooped up his shirt to spread beneath her.

Angel gripped his naked body, and pushed him to the ground, rolling him onto his back. For a moment, she watched his chest rise and fall heavily.

“What,” he asked, “What are you doing?”

Angel didn’t answer. Having the upper hand was thrilling, and she was thoroughly enjoying the fear in his eyes.

Instead, she got down on all fours and crawled the short distance to him, knowing he was already mesmerized by the sway of her breasts and perfect proportions. She now understood why some animals growl.