I would like to offer a special thank you to my new friend, who is the inspiration for this story. Thank You, Sexy!
Why did I even do this? Oh yeah, my friend asked me to cover for her. I guess I should explain.
My name is Lily and I am 40 years old. I have a regular job but it is my side job that has me here. On the side, I sell adult novelty sex toys. My friend, a fellow consultant, could not keep her appointment and asked if I could cover. Sure, why not? A sale is a sale and I need it for the month. I got all the info I needed, plugged it into my phone and off I went. This is where I got into trouble, or perhaps, this is where the fun began?
Driving along the highway, I was making good time to my appointment. This was only a first meeting anyhow. Show her my stuff, and get the date set up. Not too much to handle, as I have done this many times before. As the saying goes about no good deed going unpunished? I got a flat! Great, just great! I have no idea how to change a tire but I do know that I only have the donut tire anyhow. I had just dialed for road side service when he rides up.
He turns out to be an older gentleman, riding up on a motorcycle. I do not know what kind or type, I only saw him! Those legs straddling his bike, his arms taking off his helmet, and then I saw his eyes! I saw something in them that I have been missing, longing for. Lust, passion, desire or any other word, he had it. He was oozing sex, and I wanted it. Oh God, I needed it. I told myself, "Just stay calm! He is just a man!" What a man though!
Trying not to make a fool of myself, I walk to him. He tells me his name is Jim, and asks if I need help. I tell him my name and that I can use all the help I can get. He notices my flat tire, and pops my trunk. In no time at all, my tire is changed out. As happy as I am for this, I am sorry that we will be separating. At this point, he offers to guide me to an auto shop so I can get a real tire put on. We all know donut tires are a temp fix anyhow. I take him up on his offer, as I am not sure where the nearest store is.
I know I should be on guard, as he is a stranger but there is something about him. God, watching him get on his bike, makes me so hot. My panties are getting wet just looking at him. I imagine riding behind him, my arms around his waist. My hands are moving over him, stroking his thighs and rubbing his chest. I can smell him too. I smell his maleness, something that is all him, not a cologne. I can feel his cock through his jeans. I want nothing more than to pull it out, stroke it and taste it.
I am brought back to reality as we finally get to the shop. To my surprise, he stays with me while the tire is changed. We talk and share a bit of lives. We find that we are both married and have kids. I cannot explain it but at this moment, I do not care. I only want him to take me, strip me down and fuck me. I want to taste his cock while he is face fucking me. The thought of his cum, shooting down my throat, makes my pussy quiver. I swear, I can feel my juices flow, soaking panties. I am so wet, just thinking about him that I let out a little sigh.