I grew up in a small town where everybody knew everybody. I went to church on Sundays and I studied hard for my straight A’s. My parents didn’t let me, my sister or our three brothers date before we were 18, but that didn’t matter. We hung out with other kids who had the same rules. Our curfew was 9 p.m. on a school night and 10 p.m. on the weekends and we never broke it.
When we were 18 we went away to college. It was our first tastes of freedom and we all went to different colleges all over the country. We still focused on our studies and we still followed the rules that we’d lived by at home, no matter what our college friends did. Then one by one we graduated and moved back home to start our careers. My oldest brother was the first one to come home. He started his own business and he immediately hooked up with a local girl and before we knew it they were married and having babies. Next in line was my sister. She started working as a legal secretary and before long she started dating a lawyer and wedding bells could be heard. She quit her job and started having kids. Then there was our middle brother. He was an engineer and got a job in the next town, 15 miles down the road. By the time I graduated from college he was engaged and I got to be a bridesmaid once again that summer.
Now all eyes were on me. With my youngest brother pre-med everybody knew that it was going to be a long time before he settled down, but I was now a fully trained elementary school teacher, a perfect job to keep until I met a suitable boy, got married and pregnant. In that order. I spent all summer being introduced to suitable young men by my siblings and my parents. Most of them were boys I’d known as a child, some of them were from other towns in the area. They were well educated and had started careers that made them excellent husband and father material.
I happily went on a lot of dates. We went to dinner and the movies or dancing. They were all impeccably behaved. They would hug me and kiss me, but never try anything else. I was a possible wife and the unspoken rule was that there would be no sex until I had an engagement ring on my finger. I didn’t mind. I’d never had sex and I didn’t know what I was missing. I was a bit curious, and my sister and my married friends had let certain things slip, but I was happy to wait until I met Mr Right.
A week before I was due to start working I decided to go on a road trip. One of my friends from college had got a job in a town 100 miles from mine, but she didn’t know anybody so she wanted someone to keep her company and help her decorate. I decided that it would be a nice way to spend my last week of the summer and my parents agreed as I’d been getting increasingly nervous about the start of school. I set off in my old Taurus, the air conditioning on full blast and my favourite music belting out from the speakers. It had been a hot and humid summer and there was still no sign of any change. I wore my curly brown hair in two braids and my face was full of freckles from the sun. I wore a yellow tank top which didn’t quite cover the straps of my sensible white bra, turquoise shorts and white sneakers.
There really isn’t much on an 80 mile stretch between our two towns so it should be a relatively quick drive. The highway was deserted and I felt so free and liberated. I was about halfway when I heard a weird sound. I turned off the a/c and the stereo and the sound got louder. Then there was smoke coming up from under the hood and I realised that I’d better stop the car. I pulled over and jumped out of the car and moved away from it. I grabbed my purse and got my cellphone out, but I couldn’t get a signal.
I was probably sitting there for half an hour with nobody coming past. Then I heard the sound of a motorbike in the distance. Finally! I stood next to my car and waved and the motorbike pulled over behind me. The guy took his helmet off and revealed a weathered face with a blonde beard and longish blonde hair with signs of grey. I figured him to be in his late 40s or early 50s. He looked a bit dangerous, but he smiled at me and walked up to me.
“Do you need help?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “There was smoke coming out of the car and now I don’t dare get into it again and I can’t get a signal for my cellphone.”
He yanked the hood up and looked underneath. He fiddled around a bit and then he told me to try and start the car, but the engine was truly dead.
“You better come back to my place. It’s just a couple of miles from here. You can call a tow truck from there.”
I hesitated. I didn’t know this guy, but chances were it was going to be hours before someone else came along and I’d already drank all the water I’d brought. I could be in serious trouble if I didn’t go with him. He gave me his helmet and I hopped on behind him. He instructed me to wrap my arms tightly around him and move my body along with his. I got a shock between my thighs when he started the bike, it felt unlike anything I’d ever experienced before and I was pleasantly surprised by my reaction.
I’d never before been this close to a man and he smelled of leather and sweat. My first reaction to him had been that he was a bit unattractive, but now I was starting to feel drawn to him. I enjoyed the feeling of his muscular body so close to mine.
It didn’t take us long to reach his place. He lived on a farm that looked a bit dusty and dilapidated. A guy came out of the barn when we pulled up.
“Great that you’re here Bob,” the motorbike guy said. “This young lady’s Taurus is stranded by the old creek. Can you tow it back here and see if you can fix it?”
“No problem boss,” the guy replied and set off.
The motorbike guy turned to me. “Bob’s the best mechanic around. He’ll probably have your car fixed within an hour. Do you want to use the phone?”
I called my friend and told her about my car breaking down. She promised to come and pick me up if the car couldn’t be fixed the same day. I turned around and faced the motorbike guy. He’d taken off his leather jacket and was wearing a sweat damp white t-shirt that showed off his muscular chest and his strong arms. He had a tattoo on one arm. I’d never seen a guy with a tattoo before.
“What’s that supposed to be?” I said and pointed at the tattoo.
“That’s something I got in the Special Forces. It’s kinda like a brotherhood thing.”
I immediately relaxed. This guy had been in the Special Forces. He was a true patriot like me and I would be perfectly safe in his company. He excused himself and came back seconds later with a pair of cut-offs instead of his leather pants.
“It’s too hot for leather gear today,” he smiled at me. “By the way, I’m Justin, what’s your name?”
“I’m Siobhan,” I replied and shook his hand. “Do you live here alone?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Ever since my ex-wife took the kids and split on me.”
“Oh,” was all I could think of saying. People didn’t get divorced in my circle.
“Can I get you a cool drink?” Justin asked. “A beer perhaps?”
“I don’t drink alcohol.”
“How about a coke?”
“That would be lovely, thank you.”
We sat down on his porch and drank in silence, making small talk. I told him about my new job and about my friend and he told me about being in the Special Forces. I was absolutely fascinated. After a while I realised that the coke had run straight through me so I asked him where the restroom was. He chuckled and gave me directions. I couldn’t close the door, but I figured I was OK since Justin was out on the porch. I did my business quickly and then moved to the basin so that I could wash my hands. I was standing with my back to the door when all of a sudden I felt a strong hot body pressing itself against me and two big hands cupped my breasts.
“I’ve not been able to take my eyes off these wonderful big young tits,” Justin whispered in my ear and then kissed my neck. “I just had to feel them in my hands.”
I knew I should tell him to back off but I couldn’t. I was frozen by the exquisite feeling of his hands kneading my breasts. It sent a wave of warmth straight to between my legs and I felt an unfamiliar wet sensation. Before I knew it he’s unhooked my bra and his hands had found their way under my tank top and he was rolling my nipples between his fingers. The feeling was incredible and I moaned out loud. He took that as approval and he pulled my tank top off me and pulled me out in the hall where the light was better. I’d never been naked in front of a man before and I felt awfully shy as his eyes took in every inch of my firm c-cup breasts.
“You have beautiful tits, Siobhan,” he said and reached over and cupped one, running a coarse thumb across my nipple. “I want to see the rest of you.” He looked at my shorts.
“But Bob will be back soon with my car,” I protested.
“Bob will be back when I say he’ll be back,” Justin said, his voice getting harder. “Now take the fucking shorts off or I’ll do it for you.”
It was over 100 degrees, but I shivered at the sound of his voice and felt my nipples contract. He chuckled and gave me a look to tell me he was serious. I slowly pulled my shorts off and was standing before him in my white cotton panties. He moved up to me and pulled my panties off, exposing my most private area to his gaze. I stepped out of my panties and he brought them up to his face and felt them with his lips.
“Oh you want this as much as I do,” he smiled.
I couldn’t deny it. I was more scared than I’d ever been, but I was also feeling feelings of excitement running through my body. I wanted to know what he was going to do next. I didn’t have to wait long. He took me into a room with a huge bed in the middle. He made me sit in the middle and then he brought out leather restraints to tie my hands to the bed head and then he disappeared again. I was getting scared again. What if he just left me here? Then I heard his voice, he was on the phone.
“Maria? Yes, hi, this is Siobhan’s dad. Her car needs fixing so she won’t be able to make it tonight. She’ll call you sometime tomorrow.” I couldn’t believe it. He was keeping me here! Well, my parents would get worried if I didn’t call them and let them know I’d arrived. Then I heard his voice again. “Mrs O’Neill? Hi! I’m Mr Grady, Maria’s father. I decided to pay Maria a surprise visit and I’m taking the girls to the theatre, but we’ll have to stay overnight in a hotel. Is that OK with you? Good. Siobhan couldn’t get a cellphone signal, but I’m sure she’ll call you tomorrow when we get back to Maria’s.” Oh shit! Nobody was going to miss me for at least 24 hours.
He came back with a smile on his face. “That’s that taken care of.” He walked around the bed and inspected my body. He ran his hand through my pubic hair. “Hmmmm… I don’t like hairy snatches. There’s not much, but it’s too much.” And then he tied my legs up, leaving me spread-eagled on the bed. He came back and sprayed shaving foam all over my pubic hair. He then slowly started shaving me, making sure every hair on my pussy was taken away. He’d run his hand across my snatch, evoking feelings I’d never felt before, then he’d rub a new lot of shaving foam on me and start all over. When he was finally done he brought a sponge and wiped me clean. I looked down and there was not a hair in sight.
