This is my first erotic story. Any comments and criticisms are encouraged so I can improve the writing. Please do email me if you have any feedback. That said, enjoy...
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John wiped his brow and squinted at the setting sun. Another long day in the fields was nearing an end and he resigned himself to the long drive home. Tired and dirty, he picked up his tools and closed the tractor engine compartment he had been working on. As usual, he was one of the last people to leave work, the farm owner was losing money and people were looking for other jobs. Everyone knew it was just a matter of time before the banks moved in and closed the farm down. John thought he should start looking for a new job like all the others, but as was his habit, he preferred to finish one project at a time.
Tossing his toolbox in the back of his beat up truck, he climbed in and turned the key. As usual, nothing happened. Groaning to himself, he clambered out of the rusty truck and raised the hood. An hour and a half later, he was driving up the long windy road home. John lived in a small cottage an hours drive up a nearby mountain range. It was a small place, but clean and quiet. It provided him the solitude he treasured after a long day of old broken down machinery and unfriendly farm workers.
Halfway home, headlights appeared suddenly in his rear view mirror. The sun had long since disappeared and the twisty road was treacherous even to him and he had driven this road nearly every day of the past seven years. Yet, here was an impatient driver tailing him and swerving back and forth in a blatant attempt to intimidate the slower, struggling truck. He blinked and tried to pull over to the right of the lane to let the car pass. The engine roared just behind him and a silver Mercedes Benz pulled up alongside him. He glanced over quickly and caught a flash of purple just before he heard a high-pitched screeching of tires. Looking up he realized they had just come up to a very sharp turn. Holding his breath, he stomped on the brakes and watched out of the corner of his eye as the Benz skidded sideways attempting to hang unto precious asphalt that was rapidly running out. The rear end of the sports car began to swing out and John watched in suspense as the driver attempted to correct the dangerous slide. In slow motion, he gritted his teeth as the car began to fishtail in the opposite direction. The driver over compensated and the trunk of the silver car slammed into his left front tire.
"Damn!!" He shouted as his truck lost control and he saw the fallen leaves on the side of the road rushing up at him. The truck squealed as it turned sideways and edged up on two wheels before slamming back down and slipping into the ditch on the right hand side of the road. Crawling out of the passenger door, he watched as the red taillights of the Mercedes disappeared in the distance. Looking back at his car, he kicked at the crumpled door angrily. Tugging on his coat, he began the long walk home.
A couple hours later, wheezing from the long walk uphill, John neared his humble home. Walking up the porch to his front door, he pulled out his keys all the while mumbling about rich people in expensive cars not caring about anyone else on the road. A glimmer from up the road caught his eye. Curious, he closed the door again and started walking towards the light. As he got closer he recognized the silver Benz though the car looked very different now. It was crunched up into the trunk of a tree and the rear end of the car was hanging over the edge of the roadway. The car was completely totaled and John wondered if anyone could've survived the impact. He walked up to the passenger side door and gingerly pulled it open.
A waterfall of blond hair tumbled out startling John. He kicked back and fell unto his rump showering dust all over himself. The car began to creak and slid over the edge. John hesitated a moment and stared at the driver of the car. She was slumped over the passenger seat and her arm was sticking out in his direction still clutching an empty bottle of vodka. There was a loud crunching sound as the tree snapped and fell away over the edge. John leapt forward and grabbed the lady's arm. Tugging her out of the car, he held on with both hands as the car followed the tree down hundreds of feet to the valley floor. There was a moment of silence before a loud boom shook the ground and the trees were illuminated briefly in shades of orange and yellow.
He looked over the edge, wondering how he got himself into this mess and wondering how he didn't end up in that smoldering fire hundreds of feet below. Shrugging, he turned his attention to the crumpled form beside him. He picked the woman up and walked back to his house. He didn't have a phone and with his car lying in a ditch somewhere down the mountain, he didn't know how he was going to get help for this lady. Lying her down on his couch, he looked her over trying to see if anything was stretched out at the wrong angle or otherwise hurt. Aside from a few scratches and bruises, she looked fine. In fact, John thought to himself, she was very fine.
Dressed in an expensive purple business suit, she was young, perhaps in her early twenties. Glossy blonde locks of hair fell to her elbows, framing a soft featured, beautiful face. Her full lips were slightly parted as she quietly slumbered there on his couch. The business suit was what he had seen in the car, he thought to himself. It was professional but very daringly cut, a short skirt with a thigh slit and a matching jacket over a silky white blouse. John sat in silence, mesmerized by the steady rise and fall of her chest. He could see the outline of a bra beneath the blouse, the woman's cleavage was obvious and her breasts teasing and straining against the fabric. Her breath was heavy and husky, laced with alcohol though sweet to John. He followed the curve of her body, down the long supple line of her legs shoed in high-priced white heels.
John swallowed; his throat was suddenly very dry. Leaning back in the chair, he took a deep breath. He wasn't that bad looking, tanned and muscled with rugged good looks but he hardly qualified as a GQ model. He'd had his share of romances and sexual escapades but this was different. The air around him was stifling in the excitement, a sensual charge that delighted and frightened him. Here, in front of him, lay a young and beautiful woman, helpless. She was obviously quite rich or at least from a wealthy family. Her hair was immaculate; her skin deeply and uniformly tanned, smooth and healthy as only daily spa visits could result in. Her fingernails were carefully manicured and natural, no K Mart press on nails there. And here she was, lying on his couch, at his mercy. His desire built up inside, spilling over his normally calm persona and tinged with anger at the thoughtlessness of the accident that landed his truck in a ditch.
Quietly, John moved around his humble home shutting blinds and carefully checking the locked door. Then he returned to his unexpected guest. He began to unbutton her blouse, slowly and carefully slipping it out from under her skirt, revealing a flat and firm stomach. He put his palm down over her navel and felt the heat rising off her body, closing his eyes he reveled in the warmth. Her breathing sharpened slightly as he unclasped her bra but her eyes remained closed and as far as he could tell, she was still asleep. There was an audible snap as the clasp released and the bra came away in his hands. He muttered to himself in surprise, they looked like full C's maybe even D's. The woman's breasts were full and firm and each was crowned with dark brown nipples that were already puckering and stiffening in the night air.
"No scars..." He wondered to himself. "Either a very expensive job or some miracle of nature." And then something clicked in John's mind and he smiled to himself as the reality of the situation dawned on him. He cupped one breast, feeling the weighty flesh, pliant yet supple and firm, and warm. He leaned over her and traced his tongue over her breast. He licked at her erect nipples and they glistened wetly in the soft light. He savored the taste, musky and heady. She moaned quietly underneath him. Slowly easing his weight down, he moved up and kissed her. Her lipstick was flavored, like strawberries and he kissed her deeply, hungrily. She responded quietly, still in a drunken haze her arms came up, holding unto his waist.
John left her lips and traced a line down her slender neck, pausing briefly at her breast before going lower to circle her belly. A few minutes later, he raised himself to his knees and slid her skirt down her legs and dropped it in a heap on the floor. He unsnapped her garters and unrolled her stockings slowly relishing the feel of her smooth skin. Planting kisses on her supple calves he moved slowly over the hot flesh of her inner thigh. Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he nuzzled against the crotch of her silken panties. He licked gently at her full pussy-lips and tasted a musky wetness. Spurred on by this, he raised his head and slid her panties off each leg.
A neatly trimmed blonde bush sat on top of sweet and full lips already beginning to drip juices. The lady's clitoris, swollen a deep pink, unsheathed and throbbed visibly with excitement. She moaned loudly and cupped her breasts, teasing each nipple slowly. John began licking her cunt-lips coating them with saliva and her own pussy juices. As his tongue flicked over her clit she began to squirm beneath his grip. Her breathing became sharp and ragged and her body shook with small orgasms a few minutes later. John kept licking away, occasionally sticking his tongue between her lips and lapping at her juices. Then her body tensed suddenly and she arched her back pushing John off the couch briefly. She cried out and suddenly her pussy gushed streams of juices all over John's face.
Karen was a rich, beautiful brat and she knew it. Barely twenty years old, she had never known what it was like to want something out of her reach. Everything was in reach to a heiress of a multi-billion dollar oil empire. Raised in the lap of luxury she had grown up in villas and castles all over the world. Her parents barely knew her and she had spent much of her childhood driving her nannies crazy. She had everything she ever wanted, expensive cars and an unlimited expense account. But Karen was unhappy. She took to drinking and cocktailing drugs to get away from a plush yet empty existence. After while, getting away took on a very literal meaning and she would fly to faraway places often having a favorite car shipped along with her to explore on her own.
Tonight she had a little too much to drink, and angry at a slow moving truck had sped past never bothering to look behind her. But the adrenaline rush was not enough to sober her and falling asleep at the wheel, the last thing she remembered was a horrific crash and slamming into the airbags inflating all around her.
"Aaaaahhhhhhmmmmm," her own ragged voice bringing her back to consciousness. She clenched her thighs in pleasure and closed her eyes, drinking in the sensation. A moment later her blue eyes flew open in surprise. She looked down at the strange man clutching her thighs and began to scream. He quickly clamped his hand over her lips muffling her.
