Paring Lot Hero

"Oh, just great" sighed Angela as she noticed her car in the parking lot. A flat tire. Could this day get any worse? The petite blonde's shoulders slumped, and she struggled not to cry at the latest crisis in her life.

Angela was 21 years old, taking double major in Drama and Design at the local college, something that never failed to make her male classmates giggle. A Double D taking a Double D. She wanted to be taken seriously as an actress and eventual producer, but every director she'd ever met suggested an up close and personal audition on his casting couch.

"Well, now what am I going to do?" she wondered out loud, looking around, for what, a random tow truck and mechanic? There was no way she was going to change a tire, even if she'd had the first clue where to start. Slipping her cell phone out of her purse, she considered calling her dad for help.

"He'll just tell me to handle it" she groaned. Angela's father had given her a long lecture on independence and not relying on a man for everything during her last visit home. You'd think it would be her mother giving that speech, but truthfully, her mother would have been just as helpless in this situation as Angela.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" she cried, aiming a swift kick at the flat tire. And all she got was a major pain in her foot and a scuff on the toe of her very pretty 3" black heel. "Why do these things always happen to me?"

Across the parking lot, the sounds of her frustration and pain drifted to a man just getting into his Dodge pickup truck. Never one to shy away from a lady in distress, his mother had taught him better than that, William closed the truck door and walked towards Angela.

It was the gorgeous blonde from his math class in freshman year. She was just shy of 5'1 and her curves had kept him awake plenty of nights. He'd never been able to get up the nerve to talk to her. At 6'3, too thin, a little acne and teeth just out of braces, he didn't think she would have given him the time of day. She was always surrounded by the beautiful people on campus.

Now, after a couple of semesters in the gym, he knew he didn't look anything like that baby-faced geek, but he still lacked confidence in himself. "But a lady in distress" his mind reminded him "and you can't leave her here".

"Excuse me, ma'am," he said in his best gentlemanly manners "Can I help you with something?"

"What? Oh, um, I've got a flat tire" Angela was a little spooked. Where had this giant come from? It was just starting to get dark out and she definitely did not recognize him.

"Well, I happen to have some tools in my truck, if you want me to take a look." William offered, realizing she was scared. He backed up a step, trying to put her at ease.

"Oh my gosh, would you?" she breathed a sigh of relief. "I didn't know what I was going to do. I've had the worst day, you know? And I don't know anything about tires." She smiled up at him and he could have sworn she batted her eyelashes. She was flirting with him! Maybe his day was looking up.

William headed back to his truck for tires and Angela started calculating how much money she had left in her checking account. Not enough for a new tire that was for sure. Heck, she didn't even have enough money to buy him a beer after. If only she had gotten that new role!

William started examining her tire and whistled. "Shoot. Ma'am, this tire has been slashed. We're going to need a new tire. Maybe a tow truck, if I can't get this one off. Look, the passenger tire is wrecked too. Someone sure doesn't like you."

"No!" she wailed, tears starting to fall down her cheeks. This was her worst nightmare. Now she was definitely going to have to call her dad.

"Well, now, don't start crying. It's just a tire. Nothing a couple hundred bucks won't fix."

"You don't understand, I don't have ten bucks. I was counting on getting a job today and when I wouldn't sleep with the director, he tossed me out of the audition and told me I'd never make it as an actress. My whole life is a mess!" the tears kept flowing and she just knew it was making a mess of her mascara.

"Hey, hey, don't cry honey. We'll figure it out. You've got family or a friend that could come pick you up?"

"I mean, I guess" she sniffed. "I'm just too embarrassed to face anyone and most of my friends ride the bus. I guess I could catch the next one?" she wondered, staring into his eyes, hoping he'd offer her a ride.

"At this hour, with the drug addicts? Absolutely not. Tell you what, let me introduce myself. I'm William. My mother tells me I'm a good guy and totally clueless about girls, so I'm no danger to you. Why don't I just take you home?"

Angela laughed; William looked anything but clueless about women. He looked like a man who could do a lot with hands that size. "I'm Angela," she said, holding out her hand "and I accept your offer."

William reached for her hand and felt a spark of desire pass between them. In that moment, he knew he had to have her. This woman was going to be his. She just didn't know it yet.

He guided her to his truck and realized she'd need a boost to get in. Her black mini dress was so tight around her hips that she couldn't easily get her leg up on the running board. He tried so hard not to think about the wonders between her thighs. Soft, warm and wet, he'd been dreaming about plunging deep into a woman, hearing her scream his name and begging him for her release.

His hand lingered on her tight ass for a fraction too long and he felt her stiffen, just a little. He tried to play it off and said "Are you comfortable there?" as if he hadn't been copping a feel like a teenage boy.

Angela felt the heat of his hands on her. Slightly calloused and so big. She imagined them stroking other parts of her and tried to ignore the obvious attraction between them. This was just a ride home, she reminded herself, a good deed. She didn't owe him sex in exchange for a ride, he was being a gentleman.

As William rounded the truck, he tried to convince "Little Will" to sit back down and ignore the vixen in the passenger seat. At least get her home, convince her he was a nice guy. Maybe she'd agree to a date. Maybe, the voice in his head protested, you should take her to your place and claim her now.

William drove out of the parking lot and asked "So, my lady, where shall we take you?"

"I should have told you, I live about an hour from here, south of the city. It's a long drive. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Nah, it'll give us a chance to get to know each other. It isn't every day I meet an actress" he said, grinning at her.

"I think you have to be cast in something other than a high school play to be an actress" She sighed. "I'm a Drama and Design major and I can't get a job painting sets, never mind a starring role."

William considered this and suggested "Why don't I take us out for a late dinner and then I'll take you home. I'm guessing you're a starving student as well as a starving actress?"

Angela laughed and nodded. "Aren't we all?" she was quiet for a minute. "William, what do you do? I mean, why were you in the parking lot? Are you part of the movie?"

"Just lucky, I guess. Good thing too, because you'd still be waiting on a ride."

They drove for several long minutes in silence and when William looked over, he saw that Angela had fallen asleep. This was his moment! He merged off the interstate and headed west out of the city. By the time Angela realized what was happening, he'd have her at his cabin and they'd have to stay the night.

Angela woke up as William slowed down to make the final turn into his driveway. He had inherited the cabin from his grandfather, and he didn't have neighbors within 10 miles. Angela might make a fuss but there was no one to hear her.

"Wait, where are we?" she protested. She saw a small cabin surrounded by trees, a neat wood pile near the front door and a single light on at the entrance. Angela felt her insides turn ice cold. She knew better than to take a ride from a stranger. Even one as handsome as William.

"Woah, slow down! I told you we'd get a late dinner. This is my place. I make a great steak and you can just relax." William intended to have her for dessert, but he didn't think she needed to know that just yet.

"I thought you were taking me to a restaurant" she said icily. "This is not ok William. I want to go home." She crossed her arms protectively across her ample chest and glared at him.

"And I want to cook you dinner. So, I'll do that, you'll eat and then I'll take you home. Everyone wins." He grinned at her and she felt the ice melt. Maybe she was being silly. He seemed like a nice person, just a little awkward with women.

"Fine. But I'm holding you to that plan. Exactly. One wrong move, and I'm walking out."

William felt a thrill of triumph. As if she was walking anywhere in 3" heels and a mini dress. She was his for tonight. Maybe forever.

True to his word, William did cook a fabulous steak. Angela could hardly say no to a glass of red wine and a single glass became two and then three. By the end of the meal, her dress had slid up her hips, exposing a hint of black cloth, which he was sure was damp with her desire. Though she seemed unaware of it, he had released the halter strings tied at her neck and the ribbons hung loosely, her tits dangerous close to popping out.

"That was the best meal I've had in months" she smiled, delicately wiping her mouth. She still had a hint of sauce at the corner of her mouth. "Time for me to go home. I've been in your hair too long already." She stood up, a little unevenly.

William caught her as she wobbled. "Easy there. I think maybe the wine has gone to your head. I know it did to mine. I'm not driving you anywhere tonight honey." William was sober, having drank less than a glass all night, but she didn't need to know that. He leaned over an wiped the sauce from her mouth with his thumb.

"Yum." He said, sliding the thumb into his mouth. "I think maybe you taste too good to let go." He leaned in, cupped her chin and kissed her. "Yes, honey, you taste far too good. I think I'm going to need a lot more of that sugar."

He grabbed the sides of her dress and yanked down, exposing her full breasts. She shivered, from both desire and the chill in the air. He saw how her nipples immediately pebbled, turning into hard nubs begging him to suck.

"William, I can't do this" she protested, weakly, as his hand massaged her breast. It felt so damned good to be touched. She could feel his desire and tried to resist him.

"Sure you can. You've been wanting to touch me all night. You've been wondering if it's true that a man's hands match his cock." He fondled the other breast and took her nipple between his teeth, making her gasp.

With another quick movement, Angela's dress was a scrap of fabric on the floor and she stood before him, nearly naked, in a tiny black thong and her heels. He'd told her earlier to leave them on and now he was glad. She was quivering with desire for him and he wasted no time in removing his own clothes.

"Oh my god," she breathed, seeing his powerful erection. It was thick and at least 8". "That will never fit in me" she protested.

"I think it will. You'll get used to it." He growled, pushing her to her knees. "Open up and let's see how pretty your mouth looks when it's full." Her mouth opened seductively, and she looked up at him. He slid in and out of her mouth, slowly at first, then with enthusiasm. She was right, her mouth couldn't handle all of him but she sucked and stroked him close to exploding.

Suddenly, she felt him exit her mouth, leaving her empty. She was back on her feet and he leaned in for a powerful kiss. "Good job honey. Next time, you can swallow it. This time, the only place I'm coming in is in your sweet pussy."

He guided her to his bed, a massive king, covered in pillows and soft fabrics. He laid her down on her back and gently removed her soaked panties. Holding them up, he smiled "I think you want this as badly as I want to give it to you." She nodded and parted her thighs in invitation.

"You are so beautiful. I need to fuck you hard first. Next time, we'll go slower. Think you can handle it?" William watched as she swallowed hard and nodded. Her eyes were huge, imagining how his thick cock would feel. There was no way he'd fit, she knew, but it would be wild ride.

William pushed her legs apart wider and slid a single finger into her. In and out, slowly, drawing out the tension. She was soaked just from sucking him off. Unable to restrain himself, he plunged into her and felt her sharp intake of breath. Was it pain? He was too far gone to care. He fucked her fast, hard and deep, hearing a roaring in his ears as he came, a long, drawn out orgasm that felt like it would never end.

As he laid on top of her, he realized the sounds he'd heard were Angela's release combined with his own. She was panting as hard as he was and staring at him in disbelief. "What was that?" she whispered, "That was so incredible, I don't think I can move".

Chucking, he kissed her deeply again. "That was just round one honey."