Joans Luck

"God, this fucking road! And on top of everything it's raining. I hate driving here".

Joan was carefully looking at the road as her old Fiesta spluttered its way up the hill. She was driving home from work, it was late, and she'd forgotten to fill the tank before setting out.

"I just hope this thing gets me home. It's all I need for it to fail me now. With my luck..."

The car didn't stop, but it wasn't going very well either. She had to keep changing gears, and it seemed to be losing strength. Suddenly, it started hiccupping and she really had to stop. She indicated and stopped on the hard shoulder. It was dark already and the rain hadn't eased up.

"What am I going to do now?" she thought. "No use calling my useless boyfriend. He won't either be home yet; probably having a pint somewhere, or if he is he will be playing his stupid PC game and won't budge his ass to even answer the phone."

She wondered if there was a service station somewhere. But with the rain and the dark? Well, she had at least to put up the warning triangle!

Joan got out of the car and immediately got all wet. She had only a dress and a cardigan, useless in the rain, obviously. She managed to assemble the thing and walk a bit away from the car to set it up and make herself visible.

She got back to the car, completely soaked, and considered her options. Tom, her boyfriend, was out of the question, and she didn't know anyone else. What to do? "I need to call a tow truck service or whatever. Is that what they're called? Or is that in movies?" She remembered Tom saying something about an emergency number somewhere in the car's papers.

She looked for it and found a number. They would be around in no time. The sooner the better, as she was starting to shiver from the cold.

A truck finally came, it was all yellow lights. A man in a high vis jacket got out. She lowered the window and explained what had happened. The man, quite handsome he was, told her not to worry. He would take the car to the next village. Meanwhile, if she wanted, she could move to the truck and get warm. He said she looked chilled.

Joan did as she was told, and the fact was the truck was warm inside. Not only that, but it was also fragrant with men's smells. She felt comfortable and safe instantly. As the minutes passed, she even started to feel sleepy.

The man returned. He was a smiley bloke, very handsome, nice dark hair, warm brown eyes, a full mouth, probably a great kisser. "What am I thinking. I'm falling for this guy, and he didn't even say half a connected sentence. How desperate am I?"

"Are you OK? I'm Steve, by the way. Are you feeling warmer now? You looked a bit on the frozen side a while ago," he said, smiling.

"Yes, well. You know. It never rains but it pours, as they say, and I forgot my umbrella."

"Yeah, you do look soaked. Here, take my jacket." And as he said it, he took off his jacket and handed it over. She barely protested and put on the jacket. It was wet on the outside, but heavy and very warm, and it smelled wonderful.

"Thanks", she whispered. She could barely articulate what she was feeling. Steve was so attractive, she felt so shitty, and Tom really deserved one in the back. If this guy only but said something sexy she would certainly melt all over. "I'm Joan."

"Hi Joan. Nice to meet you. I'll get you to safety in no time." It was as if he understood she needed rescuing, that she needed a pair of strong arms around her, her life.

It was in fact a short journey. Steve drove the truck into an enclosure with other cars, maybe a garage of some sort, and told her to come with him to the office. They would deal with the paperwork, and she could call a cab to get herself home.

"You can sit there on the sofa. I'll get you some warm tea if you like."

"Thanks, that'd be great."

She sat on the soft sofa and pulled her legs under her. Then she noticed her dress was wet as well as her cardigan.

"Can I use your toilet?"

"Sure. It's over there. I don't know if we've got any towels. But there are some warm clothes in the cupboard. They may not fit you, but they're quite clean."

Joan went to the toilet and wondered if Steve could read her thoughts. She undressed, dried herself with a hand towel and found an XL thick shirt on the cupboard. It was a bit shorter than her dress, but decent enough. And did she really care for decent right now? Or did she want Steve to see her legs and even feel her legs? She left some buttons undone so that some cleavage was on view. She went back to the sofa and sat down on her legs again. Steve came with two mugs of tea and sat next to her.

"I've called a cab. They said it would be a while, but they'll be here. Don't you want to call someone? Your husband, boyfriend?"

"Not really, no. My boyfriend won't even notice I'm late. He'll be so into his game that my being there or not is all the same to him. He can be an idiot sometimes."

"Well, then. If he doesn't notice you missing, he is a total moron, I'm sorry to say. I'd be worried sick if you didn't show up on time."

"Would you? That's sweet. What about your girlfriend, would she notice if you were late?" Joan was smiling and she had sat up and crossed her legs. Her crotch was barely hidden by the flaps of the shirt. She was sure Steve had seen it when she repositioned herself, and she could see a definite bulge on his pants.

"I don't have one at the moment." As he took the mug to his mouth, he covered his crotch with his other hand. Joan could see that he was having sinful thoughts. At least his body was.

"That's a waste!" she said, and drank from her mug, keeping her smiling eyes on his. Her foot was almost touching his leg. She had only to move a toe and she would touch him. Would he like that? Joan knew she was attractive. She had a toned body, nice breasts, and a lovely face, even if her hair was a bit dishevelled. At least that's what everyone said, that she had a cute face. Tom, when they started seeing each other, couldn't get his hands, or his dick for that matter, off her. She moved her toe and touched Steve's leg. He looked at her.

"Are you warm enough?"

"Yeah, very much so. I'm even a bit hot. This shirt of yours is quite warm. And with the tea..."

"I thought that maybe your feet or your hands would still be cold." As he said that Steve put his hand on her foot and softly squeezed it. Joan let out a very slight moan.

"That's nice. Don't stop." She uncrossed her legs and turned to him. She put both her feet on his lap, no longer worried about him seeing her knickers, which were on view. Steve massaged her feet, one at a time. When he dropped her left foot and moved to the other, the left foot leant on his crotch. A moment later Joan did what she had to do: she moved her left foot against his crotch and massaged the bulge. "Do you like this?"

"I do, yeah", Steve said. "And I think I won't be able to keep massaging just your feet."

"I thought you'd never ask."

Steve leant over her and kissed her. Joan received him on her and pulled him to her with her arms and her right leg. He started undoing the few buttons that she had left done and kissed her throat. He quickly moved to her breasts (somehow, she'd forgotten to put on her bra) and sucked her hard nipples as he kneaded her breasts with his big warm hands. He kept going down. He kissed her tummy and her belly button. His hands were on her hips and thighs, his thumbs slipped under her knickers' front, and were on her groin. He pulled the knickers down and kissed her cunt. She opened her legs wide. She was feeling wet and hot. He licked her clit and inserted two fingers. He sucked her and licked as his two fingers moved inside her, one on each side of the inner part of her clit. He was making her come fast, and she didn't want him to stop.

"Oh, Steve, I'm going to come so hard!"

"Not yet, not yet. Hold on. Let me inside." Joan couldn't believe it: he actually stopped his delicious actions and fumbled with his pants. But suddenly she understood as she felt how easily he entered her and how powerful the feeling was. He was hard as stone and went deep inside her. She felt her orgasm return, but strongly, if that were possible. His hot body pressing her hard against the sofa was amazing, as was his slow but firm pounding. She felt her cunt muscles contract and resist his movements deliciously. He seemed to be feeling it too and held her even stronger: he forced his arms under her and held her shoulders down against his pushing, and she arched her back so that her clit rubbed harder against his relentless cock.

"Now, Joan, come now!" he grunted in her ear and bit her neck and sucked her throat. She couldn't contain it anymore and felt her body liquify in successive waves of pleasure. She groaned and almost screamed insanely. She had never felt this intensity in her orgasms with Tom, which were shallow in comparison. This orgasm (or better, this brutal sequence of wave after wave of orgasmic lava flowing deeply though her), these multiple orgasms were something she had never felt before.

And it seemed it wasn't over, for Steve kept at it. She remembered that only a few moments ago he had started fucking her. She held onto his ass and pushed him deep inside. He pounded her slowly, but hard, his whole torso arched when he pushed in and then it pressed on her when he pulled back. At the same time his hands and arms fixed her against him, while his mouth kissed her face, her ears, her neck, her eyes. She was feeling him all over her body and another brutal orgasm was building inside her. Her legs were already trembling, she felt her cunt oozing liquid as never before, her clit was burning, and her cunt muscles were contracting violently. Her moans told him the whole story and he upped his pace. "Come, Joan, come. Let yourself come all over me, open your legs as much as possible, let me all in, yes, like that." As she did what she was told she came again, this time even more fiercely. She let out a loud and long scream and ached her body as if possessed. As the waves of pleasure washed along her she collapsed in uncontrollable spasms.

"That's it," he whispered in her ear, "let yourself go," and he kept pushing, ever more gently now as the waves and tremors subsided. Her heart and her cunt were throbbing in unison, and she felt a tear run down the corner of each eye. She kissed him and held him tightly.

Steve rose from her. "Now it's my turn," he said smiling and grabbing his thick and purple cock. "Suck me off, Joan." She immediately sat up and put his cock in her mouth. It was very hot and wet from her inside juices, and she kind of liked it, the taste of herself as she sucked him. She grabbed his balls with one hand, his shaft with another and sucked his bursting head strongly. She went hard at it and felt him coming to boiling point fast. "That's it," he said, "just like that, now, Joan, don't stop now, keep going." And she kept going at it, she sucked him so hard that she almost feared she would hurt him. He let out a loud groan and she felt her mouth fill with warm semen, a strong jet first, and then the biggest volume of come she had experienced. She had to swallow most of it, although some dripped from the corners of her lips. She didn't stop sucking, as she knew that this was the moment men's cock heads were the most tender. She looked up and saw him look at her with a contracted expression: he was suffering deliciously, she knew. Now she gave some attention to how his cock looked, and his balls: they were beautifully veined and dark, his foreskin thick, his girt just perfect, even now that it was losing tension.

He sat down and she kissed his belly, his abs, his breast, his neck, his mouth. "That was the best fuck I've ever had, Steve," she purred.

"Yes, I think so too. I've never felt someone react to me as you did. We must do this more often!"

"Hmm, hmm, I agree."

They heard a car honk outside. "That must be your taxi," Steve said, as he pulled on his trousers. "I'm going to see to it."

"Yes," Joan said, as she snuggled on the sofa, belly down, and pushed her ass up. "Make it go away and come back to me."

"Yes, Joan!"