Mail Order Spy: Snowfall - Sex Stories

Mail Order Spy: Snowfall

... he finally noticed the snow had stopped. Anxious to return to his apartment in San Francisco, he jumped into his car and sped off down the freeway. He was driving much faster than he should and hoped he would not attract attention from the California Highway Patrol. As he turned around a bend, he caught sight of an SUV, with a single driver within, rocketing down the highway far ahead of him. He decided to take a risk and speed up to catch the license plate.

Checking her rearview mirror carefully, Amanda noticed a car far off behind her speeding up, which she found too odd to ignore; she suspected someone was following her and trying to get her license plate. She looked ahead and saw a station wagon ahead of her filled with passengers, and skis attached to the top. She sped up, and despite this being only a single lane per direction freeway, she cut in front of the car, eliciting an angry honk from the oncoming car on the opposite side.

Upon seeing the dangerous maneuver of the SUV ahead of him, he suspected the driver was the MSS agent and knew he was tailing him, so he slammed on the gas in an attempt to pass the station wagon as soon as the other lane was clear, to give chase. However, he did not anticipate the agent's next move.

Suddenly, Amanda slammed on her brakes and honked her horn, which shocked the station wagon behind her into slamming onto its brakes; as the road was slippery, the station wagon began to slide in different directions on the road. Amanda ...

... however had been trained by the MSS to drive in such conditions and just sped on.

Luckily Malcolm had seen the brake lights on the station wagon and had hit his brakes, pulled the hand brake, then shifted his car into neutral to slow down, while focusing on the steering to keep himself from sliding out of control. As he approached the station wagon, which spun off the road into a ditch, he executed a similar move to avoid a collision. He looked at the opposite lane and behind them, and thankfully no cars were approaching, so he got out of his car and ran over to the station wagon.

"Everybody OK?" he asked, looking in through the driver's window, where he saw four Caucasians, two men, and two women, all dressed warmly in winter. Although he could not be sure, they all seemed to be in their early to mid-twenties and shared similar facial features, but he had no time to discern if they were all related or not, as the driver rolled down his window.

"Yeah. We had to hit the brakes because the driver ahead of us slammed on theirs for no reason, and then he sped off. Fucking prick! I should have just hit him!" exclaimed the driver, and he got out to inspect his car.

“At least you’re all OK. We’ll need a tow truck to get your car out,” said Malcolm, who was so focused on comforting him that he didn’t notice the passenger come up behind him until she tapped his shoulder.

“Malcolm?” she asked.

Malcolm turned and at first stared at the pretty Italian face in front of ...