STORY EXCERPT

As she saw the tree approaching, she braced herself. The car was from the eighties, so there were no air bags, but she did have her shoulder belt securely fastened. There was a sickening sound of metal scraping against the tree, but luckily it was the passenger side that hit. She’d braced herself, but she still hit the steering wheel. She gingerly felt her ribs. They all seemed to be in one piece, although she’d probably be pretty sore in the morning and have good bruise.

She gave a silent prayer of thanks that she was on a quiet side road when the accident happened. She shuddered. Five minutes earlier and she’d have been on a busy highway and she probably wouldn’t be getting out of her car to check out the situation.

She walked around the car as far as she could. The driver’s side and front of the car looked fine, but the passenger side looked caved in. She squatted down and had a closer look. It looked like the frame had buckled. No way was she going anywhere, even if the car was driveable.

She grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and, of course, it was dead. She had meant to charge it, but, like usual, forgot. Usually she noticed when it was down to about fifteen percent and could squeeze out a call before it died, but this time it wouldn’t even turn on.

Great, just great. She was so close to home, yet too far. It was further than she really wanted to walk in this weather, and the sun was going down, so the temperature was going to drop. On the other hand, the road wasn’t well travelled, and she wasn’t sure how long it would be until someone came by. Even her family wouldn’t be worried much before midnight, because she didn’t give them a firm arrival time.

Just then, she saw headlights. May be she was going to get lucky. Or, she thought, with my luck, it could be an axe murderer or rapist looking for a victim rather than a Good Samaritan who could lend her their cell phone to call the auto club.

She watched the vehicle get closer. It was a white pickup with the logo “O’Dell’s Garage” across the side. The man who got out caught her attention immediately. It was the green-eyed guy from the service station. He really was tall. With the angle of the sun, she couldn’t see his features well, but his hair was dark, and as he got closer, she could see how the muscles in his shoulders filled out the jacket he wore with the O’Dell name and logo and a pair of faded jeans that rode low on his slim hips. Oh, my, she thought, if this were a porno, he’d throw her on the hood of her car and have his way with her. And she just might let him, she thought, as he got closer and she got a good look at his face. Except for the rain, of course. In her sudden fantasy, it was summer, and instead of a work jacket, he was wearing a tight white T-shirt. Or, maybe he wasn’t wearing a shirt at all, she fantasized, and he was all hot and sweaty as he worked on her car and then came over to work on her. Oh my. Where did that come from?

She looked at him closer. He wasn’t conventionally handsome. His features were too strong for that, and he looked very serious, even grim. And she could see that his dark hair was shot with gray, but his eyes were just as green as she remembered. But he had a male magnetism that called out to her, and she could feel her stomach flutter with lust.

She must have been lost in her daydream, because she heard him say, “Miss, Miss. Are you okay?” and realized that she had missed the first part of what he said. She would have to keep better control of herself. Today was the day for disappointing her mother and seeing her brothers and sisters and their ever-expanding families, not for lusting over a hot stranger.

“Sorry. I was thinking about my car. I’m going to have to call for a tow. It isn’t driveable. Luckily I have good brakes.”

“And good reactions. You could have been seriously hurt. But I have to say, even from a distance, I could see you struggle with control of the car and do everything right. I’m impressed.”

ADULT EXCERPT

It was the heavy arm across her back that woke her up. She found herself sprawled half on and half off his body. She tried to get more comfortable, but he was rock hard and sound asleep. Poor baby had done more of the work last night. In fact, he had woken her up twice more that night to make love and once to fuck. She was so tired that the last time, he was already inside her and moving before she was fully awake. It was a wonderful way to wake up.

Hmm. She should return the favour. She looked down his body. He was sporting what the guys called “morning wood.” She slid down, under his arm, and positioned herself over his cock. It was truly an impressive sight in daylight. She leaned down and licked it from root to tip like an ice cream cone. Then she swirled her tongue around the head and across the slit. He groaned, and his cock seemed to grow before her eyes.

She looked up. “Good morning.” Then she lowered her mouth over the head and sucked, hard. He groaned. She sucked again. Then she opened her mouth wide and took as much as she could inside. Between his size and the angle lying down, she couldn’t get much inside. So she grasped him with her right hand, just below her mouth, and as she suctioned and pulled up with her mouth, she pulled down with her hand.

He groaned harder, his back arching. And then his cock twitched and he was coming, his seed shooting into her mouth. She swallowed it all and then delicately cleaned his cock with her tongue.

When she finished, she kissed her way up his body, ending with a kiss on his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard on her mouth. He reached down and squeezed her butt cheeks.

“Have you ever had a cock in your ass?” he whispered.

She shook her head. She shivered at the thought. It was so naughty, yet exciting. She could feel the cream leaking between her thighs at the thought, and he could feel it, too, as he moved his hand between her legs.

He smiled broadly. “You’ll love it. We’ll start working it. In the meantime…” He gave her a light smack on the ass and hopped out of bed, walking to the bathroom and whistling to himself.

She leaned back in the bed, smiling. She must have been daydreaming, because it only seemed like a few minutes later that he swept back into the bedroom, picked her up, and carried her into the bathroom, where a steaming bubble bath awaited. He stepped in and sat down carefully, positioning her on his lap. Then he picked up a bottle of body wash, poured some in his hand, and started washing her. He washed her arms and legs and between her legs until she was moaning and writhing. He then positioned her so she was straddling him and lowered her gently onto his cock. She tried to move, but he held her in place. He took a soapy finger and rubbed it between her ass cheeks. Then he pressed his finger against her rosette. She tensed, but he rubbed her back with his other hand.

“Relax,” he whispered in her ear as his finger slipped in to the first knuckle. It felt…weird. A little dirty, a little hot. She moved almost involuntarily, and he pushed his finger in deeper, swirling it around. With his cock inside her pussy, she felt full, and his finger seemed to trigger nerve endings she didn’t know existed. She felt an overwhelming need to move, so she lifted herself up and down his cock, which also had the effect of fucking her ass on his finger. She held on to his shoulders as she moved faster. He took the opportunity to insert a second finger and at the same time manoeuvred his free hand between their bodies and pinched her clit. She felt like she was breaking into a thousand pieces as her orgasm slammed through her. He pulled his fingers from her ass and used both his hands to grasp her hips and hold her still as he slammed up hard into her before shooting his cum deep inside her.

She slumped against him. He whispered in her ear, “If you liked my fingers, wait until you feel my cock in your ass.”