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Car Trouble
By Monika Blue
©1999
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Car Trouble
I'm a driver. I love to drive. Long trips, short trips, makes no
difference to me. Get me in a car, and I'm going. Unfortunately, I
don't have a car that makes driving fun. It's a breakdown waiting to
happen, the parting blow from my last relationship - with a mechanic
who I thought might be around to fix the shitbox. Well, it's paid for
and cheap to insure, and I have that shitbox to thank for the
experience I'll relate in the next few paragraphs.
It was a beautiful day, warm, sunny and I was headed home after a
visit to the old home town. Long drive back to where I lived,
straight stretches of superhighway with nothing but corn and soybean
fields to see on either side, broken only with the occasional
farmhouse. I took my mind off of any concerns about my slipping
clutch by playing with the passing traffic. I love to play with
truckers, I'll admit. I always dress for long drives in clothes that
make it easy - short skirts, low cut tops, no panties… it's a snap to
get a little attention as you pass with your hand under a skirt, a
little tit showing. Makes those miles just whiz by!
I was passing a long line of trucks at sundown, the sun slanting in
through the driver's side window and giving me a good look in the side
view mirror of the meat I was passing in the big rigs. I got such a
thrill from the sight of their cb mics as they passed the word up the
line of what was coming up… Me! I imagined their conversation as I
cruised past, pulling a finger from my pussy, putting it in my mouth,
rubbing the wet finger against my bare nipple where it peeked from my
lacy bra, exposed by the transparent, open blouse that sat unevenly
under the seat belt tucked under my left breast.
I felt deliciously vindicated by every toot of the air horn, by every
truck that kept pace with me as I flew past in my haze of sexual
abandonment. Stupidly safe and slutty in my car. I passed the last
truck, teasing my vibrating pussy to the edge of orgasm with my wet
fingers. He was an appreciative voyeur, not asking me to pull over,
but giving me the thumbs up and a short blast from his horn. I blew
him a kiss as I passed him… I thought about the line of cocks I just
passed, imagining each of them straining against the fabric of their
jeans. Or better yet, out where the air was clean, them pumping with
their free hand, on that long open stretch of road, on those swollen
cocks that I was responsible for making so hard and full of cum.
There was little traffic up ahead, and my tension began to abate
without the steady teasing of truckdriver eyes. My clutch foot on the
dash, I absently fingered my still-wet pussy and fantasized about a
rest-stop affair. Not that I would ever actually pursue that avenue.
Mine was a purely exhibitionist hobby. I kept up a steady 70, putting
the line of trucks behind me. Up ahead, the hot tarmac, white lines
and a single black pickup about a half mile ahead. My pussy ached
with unfulfilled desire. I pressed on the gas to catch the pickup. I
pulled up closer behind the truck, noticing with a thumping of my
heart that it was a man alone in the driver's seat. No need to
straighten up and fly right, as there'd been if I'd seen a woman's
head, or (worse yet) a kid's.
I put on my one working blinker and smoothly moved into the passing
lane. I glanced down to check the peek of my nipple from my blouse
and slipped a finger into my once again gushing pussy. I passed the
pickup at maybe another 5 miles per hour of speed above what the guy
was doing, noticing what a nice truck it was, and the county from
which he came. Nice place, I thought to myself! A pretty part of the
state! Had a few friends down there - hope I didn't know this dude…
Seeing someone you've met at a cookout fingering herself in a car
tends to produce some odd reports back to the home folks. My pussy
being in the driver's seat however, I decided to take the chance.
I peered at my prey in his side view mirror. Tousled graying curls…
cute round sunglasses… nice beard with just the right amount of white
in it. I'm a sucker for older men. From personal experience, I've
found that the old saw about snow on the roof tends to prove true
every time. And they always know just what to do! As I pulled closer
to even with him, I caught his glance in the mirror… and a big grin
spread over his handsome face - fabulous, even white teeth that shone
in the setting sun. Ooohh! I thought, a real fox, this one! Although
it was too late to arrange myself in a more ladylike posture, I felt
my whole body flush at the sight of his grin. Yikes! A strong wave
of sexual charge coursed through me as I passed him and I felt my hips
raise off the seat, my foot reflexively pressing the gas. I shot past
him, my fingers on my hard clit and my breath coming hard from open
lips. A fine film of sweat sprung out on my forehead, so close was I
to the edge. I decided to coast into the right lane in front of him
and gather my wits a bit before something unfortunate happened.
But something unfortunate did happen… for my car, at least. A bare
three-quarters of a mile registered on my long-ago flipped over
odometer when a loud "thump" and backfire changed my heat to a cold
chill. A glance in my rear view showed a big cloud of blue smoke
emerging from the rear of my car. Smoke seeped from under the hood.
With some relief, I saw an exit ahead maybe a hundred yards. I aimed
my ex vehicle at the off ramp and nursed the gas, willing the heap to
at least make it a little closer to the nearest town. The dear beast
cooperated enough to get me up the ramp to the state route it met.
Without stopping at the stop sign, I turned in the direction of
"Silver Lake 3 miles" and prayed some rusty Hail Marys. The engine
coughed back to life long enough to get me to a side road about a mile
from the freeway. The red lights came on for real at that
intersection. I yanked the wheel to the right and pulled far off onto
the shoulder, no horizon but corn. As I cruised to a stop, the car
was surrounded with a small cloud of foul-smelling fog. I sat for a
moment with the windows rolled up while the fog cleared and hit the
steering wheel with the heel of my hand.
"Fuck me!" I yelled, angry at myself for being so cavalier about my
imminent peril. I knew this was going to happen. And not so much as
a cell phone to my name. And fairly inappropriate attire for hiking.
Four-inch heeled sandals do not a pleasant couple of miles to the
nearest farm house make. And I'm sure the religious folks round these
parts would love my brief skirt and transparent blouse. Just their
thing! I sat for a second, examining my options. A knock on the
driver's side window made my heart jump to my throat. "Shit!" I
whispered, almost panicked. I thought of all the truckers I'd teased
and all the stories I'd heard about mass murderers. Just what my
mother always warned me about. Well, maybe my tragic tale would keep
some other smug slut from following in my footsteps. I peered out of
the window to see the handsome bearded face of the driver of the black
pickup I'd just passed. What a guy, to follow me all this way, eating
that foul smoke! Wait! Should I be worried?
"Car trouble?" he said loudly through the glass. The patent
understatement took me so by surprise that I laughed. Hysterically.
I rolled down the window, glad the smoke had dissipated somewhat.
"Umm… apparently. That's very perceptive!" I hoped my light tone
took the sting out of my flip comment. I was a tad overwrought.
"My friends all tell me I'm the master of the obvious," came the
equally flip reply, accompanied by another grin - those great teeth
flashing in that hoary beard. Oh, my god! My guardian angel must be
bucking for a promotion, bringing me this sexy good Samaritan.
"Thanks for stopping," I humbly replied, suddenly shy. I felt the
color rush to my cheeks.
"Want me to take a look?" he rumbled in his husky voice that seemed to
go in my ear and settle right in my pelvis. I smiled up at him with
eyes and lips. I unlatched the driver's side door.
"That would be really… great!" I burbled. He stepped back to let
the door swing open. I put my left leg out and leaned down to pop the
hood. I looked up to see him taking in the long expanse of bare leg
I'd flashed without even thinking. My treacherous body reacted
violently to his gaze, as my saner mind flipped my short skirt down
between my spread legs. I decided to just go with the "que sera,
sera" approach and put my hand out to let him help me from the
driver's seat. He took my hand smoothly and provided just enough
pressure to lever me free. Very gentlemanly, I thought! What a lucky
girl I am! I stepped from the slightly smoking automobile onto the
gravel of the roadside. "I really appreciate your help."
He stood for just a bit longer than was polite, subtly noting my
disheveled outfit. Glancing down, I noticed my left nipple was still
free of it's lacy confines and clearly visible through the sheer
fabric of my blouse. I laughed lightly and slid a sly hand inside the
neckline to put away the rampant body part. "And I really appreciated
the view," he growled, grinning crookedly. There was more than a
touch of pirate about this one. I fell back against the car, my
breath catching at the response my body had to the tone of his voice.
Golly! What a man! With that comment, he strolled to the front of
the car and lifted the hood. I stared straight ahead for a moment,
vivid images of leading him into the cornfield distracting me from the
process. After I'd gotten what little was left of my composure drawn
back around me, I teetered over the gravel to peer into the bowels of
the car with him.
"Hmmm…. Looks pretty bad" he grumbled. "If I had my gun I'd
probably just shoot it… put it out of its misery" he tilted his head
toward me, the last rays of sun glinting off of his round glasses. I
noticed they were getting lighter as the sunlight faded and I could
see the shadows of incredible blue eyes behind the lenses. I felt a
bubble of laughter welling up from my diaphragm.
"There'll be no killing of helpless cars on MY watch, mister!" I threw
my arms wide against the side of the car in a dramatic gesture that
made my blouse gape open. Somehow, I just didn't care that my white
lace was showing. He smiled again and shook his head, ducking it back
under the hood to screw a cap back on some container of fluid. He
slipped a white handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his hands.
"'fraid there's really nothing I can do about this. You'll need a
tow." He sounded truly sorry for me. For that matter, I was truly
sorry for me as well. Sheesh. Now what? I crossed my arms under my
breasts and thought a minute as he lowered the hood and came to stand
in front of me.
"Do you need a ride?" he asked solicitously, not at all exuding
anything like danger. I looked up into his now fully visible blue
eyes in the dim light. Oh, yeah, I thought, I need a ride, alright…
but not in a pickup truck. Or a car or any kind of motor vehicle, at
least not at this moment. He continued to try to get some more
persistent oil stains out from under his nails with his handkerchief.
I had an idea!
"Actually," I chirped, "if you have a cell phone, I can just call AAA
- I'm a charter member!"
"Not surprised, with a heap like this," he quipped. "Sorry, no
offense… just hard to picture a classy lady like you in wheels like
this."
"Yeah you and me both!" I stood up straight and drew closer to him,
watching his attempts to get the oil off his hands. "I've got just
the thing for that -" I spun and leaned in the driver's window of my
car, fishing around for my purse that held some little moist
towelettes perfect for the task he pursued. I felt a breeze on my ass
as I leaned in and realized that my skirt was lifting in the wind. I
heard a gruff vocalization behind me. I froze, unsure for a moment
what to do. Then I felt the barest touch of a rough finger on the
outside of my bare thigh. My instincts took over. I held perfectly
still, like a rabbit being sniffed by a big, hungry dog. The touch
moved down my thigh to just above the outside of my knee, then a short
half circle and directly up the back of my thigh. I felt my bare
pussy contract, anticipating it's own share of the finger. It was to
be disappointed. At least at this juncture. The finger disappeared.
I shuddered in arousal and disappointment. But I found the small
package and pulled my head through the window to stand and face my
savior.
"Here, try this on that oil - should be just the ticket!" I
breathlessly tore open the package and handed him the dripping paper
towel. His hand touched mine as he took it from me and our eyes
locked. I could see at once that he was as aroused as I. And the
tent in his khakis was another giveaway.
"Thanks," he rumbled, "You're right, takes the stuff right off…. You
know," he shuffled his feet a little, and I sensed he was going to say
something that he thought might go terribly wrong. "You really should
be more careful on the road…"
I knew just what he was getting at, but I didn't feel like sitting for
a lecture! I felt like getting into just the sort of trouble he was
fixing to warn me against. "Oh," I faked, "I know, I really need to
get a new car - it doesn't pay to travel long distance in bad wheels!
Lucky you were there to save me…" I tilted my head down, took a step
closer into him and looked up, turning the full force of big green
eyes right on him. Dimpling right up at him mercilessly. I could
smell his scent as I leaned into him. My body was completely filled
with rampant hormones at that point - there was no turning back. "I
don't know how to thank you for being so… kind." I took a big
chance. I put my hand out to rest on the front of his blue work
shirt. I felt the beat of his heart through the fabric. I gasped and
my own heart lurched in response. I tilted my face up to his to see
his reaction and saw his mouth, surrounded by that aggressive beard,
open to show the tips of his white teeth. He apparently was having
the same difficulty breathing as I! Like a magnet, my body moved the
few inches forward to meet his. We fit perfectly together like two
pieces of a puzzle.
Before another thought could get in the way, his mouth was on mine,
his tongue leaping about mine like a tiger on a gazelle - insistent
and forceful and predatory. In the most delicious way! I answered
his tongue with my own and found myself pressed up against the door of
the car, completely at his mercy… and loving every moment. I felt
like a woman dying of thirst being fed the sweetest liquid in the
world. His mouth on mine, his hands on either side of my head were
the only things keeping me lashed to the earth. It was as if every
square inch of skin on my body had developed a separate consciousness
and each cell was straining for attention. My nipples suddenly erect
pressed into his chest. His hands moved softly from my face to those
insistent points of excitement. At the touch of his hand, an electric
charge shot to my pussy, making it gush the most fabulous shot of
juice - right down my thigh. I groaned in pleasure as his fingers
rolled my sensitive nipples.
Deftly, he unbuttoned the next few buttons on my blouse and the fabric
fell away. He drew back for a moment and met my eyes again. I was
mesmerized by the heat I saw in his blue eyes. He slipped his glasses
off and into the pocket of his trousers. The curly head descended and
his lips replaced his fingers on my straining nipples, the roughness
of his hands surrounding the yielding flesh of my breasts. His
mustache prickled the soft skin, making me shiver in uncontrolled
delight. I was suddenly overcome with desire for this stranger - for
his mouth and his hands and his cock. I buried my hands in his soft
curly hair and pressed his face to my breast, looking down to see the
soft flesh spilling over his cheeks and nose. He looked up at me
without stopping his torturous tonguing and sucking and biting of my
diamond hard nipple. I poured the desire out of my eyes down onto him
and his pressure on my flesh increased in response. Of it's own
accord, my right leg slid up to wrap around his left, my body bending
back to press full length against his bent frame. My pussy was
producing a prodigious amount of moisture at this point. This was
what they call lust, no doubt about it! I slid a hand down and under
my short skirt, dipping one middle finger in the juice running out of
me. I brought the finger up, and placed it beneath his nose, pressed
against my breast. Offering him the fruits of his labor. He stopped
his ministrations. He inhaled deeply and with a single swift motion
buried my finger in his hot mouth.
"Mmmm" was the response from my good Samaritan as he straightened, my
finger deep in his mouth, his tongue working on it as if to get every
drop of my juice out from my fingerprints. The finger sucking did
nothing to control my desire. I whimpered, wanting him to take me in
any way he would. He stood up to his full height, holding my finger
in his mouth with the gentlest of pressure from his teeth and lots of
suction. Again, he pushed me back against the car, this time placing
the hardness of his fabric-covered cock directly against my swollen
pubic mound. I pushed against him and he ground his hardness into me,
giving me a taste of things to come.
In a move that seemed like a clever movie edit, I was away from the
car door and hands around my waist lifted me to sit me on the hood of
the car. Seamless! I was in a fog of sensual arousal. I felt like a
doll, just waiting to be placed in any action pose! He ran his hands
down my bare legs as they dangled over the fender, pausing at the
knees, lingering over the calves and finally coming to rest on my
ankles. He slowly lifted them, my knees bending easily to his
direction. He held my legs straight out for a moment, pressing them
to either side of his waist. He looked hard at me in the gathering
darkness. Behind his head, I saw the huge, bright full moon rising
like a benediction. "He's an angel!" I thought in my sexual stupor.
And indeed, to me he looked like nothing so much as a manly, meaty,
hirsute angel come to my emotional rescue.
"I won't do anything you don't want me to," he said softly. "I don't
take advantage of young ladies in trouble." He waited for my
response. For once, the words would not come from my mouth. I
smiled, though and poured my desire again upon him. "But GOD you are
so sexy. You are so hot. I want you. I've never wanted anyone like
this before." And it was as if those words were the key to my
silence. The damn burst in me.
"OH, god, then take me. Take anything you can. Everything I've got.
I want you as much as you do me. Do what you want. I want anything
you can do!" and with those slutty words, my fate was sealed. He
grinned once more at me. Then, very seriously and very slowly, never
loosening his grip on my ankles, he bent my legs and walked the step
or two that brought him close to me again. He placed my heels against
the tops of my thighs, my skirt flipped completely up to expose my
shaved pussy to his eyes… and to his mouth. Like a penitent, he went
down on one knee before me, his face even with my pussy. I felt the
night air and his hot breath on my soft folds. His finger gently
explored the strange depths of me, the valleys and the crests. His
accuracy was remarkable. It was as if he'd seen a map of my erogenous
zones and memorized it. I leaned back against the hood of the car,
abandoning myself to the sheer ecstasy of his fingers on me, in me,
playing me like an instrument. I felt no responsibility to
reciprocate at this moment, just the sheer selfish pleasure of a man
who wanted to explore me. I was in heaven.
part two to follow
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