âMaybe I should have just slept with himâ, Rachel thought as she drove along Route 69 with a tear rolling down her cheek. Sure, she was the only 19 year old virgin she knew, and they had been together for almost a year now, but it just didnât feel right. It was December 23rd and she was already half an hour behind schedule on her way to the airport. The last thing she needed to be thinking about was sex with her former-boyfriend when she was on her way home to see her parents.
The chilly Minnesota weather was getting to her and she couldnât wait to be on her Miami-bound plane. As Rachel drove over a pothole the seatbelt swiftly rubbed across her nipple, instantaneously making it hard and her thoughts reverted quickly back to Todd. She thought back to their argument last night, his hurtful words, and his hard body. His long, hard, comforting body. She shook her head violently trying to get the image out of her head. She didnât even see Bryanâs car until it was too late.
âFuck,â Bryan thought. âFuck, fuck, fuck.â His holiday wasnât bad enough. He had just signed his divorce papers not 7 hours ago, he had left his job in the Silicon Valley behind, and now had to move back into his parents home in Minnesota at the age of 29. âWho the fuck is divorced and living with his parents at 29â Ryan mumbled to himself in disgust as he got out of his car. He approached Rachelâs car with annoyance-âwhy donât you watch where the-.â He looked down at her as she apologized profusely and could not help but lose his train of thought. She was beautiful. A few inches shorter than him, long strawberry-blonde hair, and strangely, one hard nipple. âHmmm,â he thought to himself, âthe things I could do to that other nipple.â
Rachel shivered. She wasnât wearing a coat. It was 12 degrees and the only thing standing between her and this stranger was a thin, white cotton turtleneck and her stupid white cotton bra. âI really need to change my good girl image,â she thought. But now was not the time. She had just crashed their cars, and it didnât seem like either one of them was going anywhere. She had bigger problems than wonder what this stranger would think of her innocent bra.
âLooks like you and I better make ourselves comfortable here,â Bryan said. Rachel hadnât even noticed that he had called a tow truck on his cell phone. She was too busy taking in his slender body which was enhanced by his all too perfect style of dress. He was in a charcoal gray suit that suited his blue eyes and dark brown hair. âThe storm is coming in from the west. Route 69 has just been shut down, so the tow truck is going to have some difficulty getting to us.â
Meanwhile, at Bethlehem Towing, Bob Wise and his brothers Joe and Bill are thrilled with their good fortune. âSaddle up boys, weâve got a man and a young lady stranded on the infamous âLovers Laneâ stretch of Route 69. It seems as if weâre going to see ourselves some action.â And with that, the three Wise men piled into their truck, binoculars and all, and took off in the direction of Rachel and Bryan.
âIt looks like weâre going to be here for a while, so what do you say we make ourselves comfortable in my car until help arrives. Thereâs no need for us to be alone out here,â Bryan said to Rachel with a sly smile on his face. She wasnât sure what it was about that smile, but it caused a quivering between her legs that she was sure Todd had never made her feel.
The feeling left her wanting more, so without a moments hesitation she followed him in the direction of his car. âWhatâs your name?â, she asked, suddenly aware that she was stranded on the side of Route 69 having dirty thoughts of a man whoâs name she didnâtâ even know. âBryan,â he responded with a husky rasp in his voice that immediately made her other nipple hard.
He opened the trunk of his car and reached in to get a blanket for warmth. As he bent over Rachel could not help but let her eyes wander toward his ass. She immediately averted her eyes, thinking about her parents and how disappointed they would be in her if they knew what she was thinking. Bryan opened the passenger-side door for Rachel, and she climbed into the car, grateful for the little bit of warmth it provided her with. Bryan noticed she did not have a jacket, and ever the gentleman, he offered up his wool coat for her to wear.
âWhere are you headed?â Bryan asked. For reasons Rachel did not know, she opened up to him. She told him about her original Christmas plans to spend the Holidays with Todd and his family in Minnestoa, about the fight they had, even about how Todd was upset with her for never putting out. When she was finished with her story, Bryan noticed how she shook with regret and fear. Not knowing why, he took a chance that she trusted him enough to let him move closer. He wrapped his arms around her, wanted so badly for his girl he hardly knew to feel safer somehow for being in his arms.
Bryan had felt that she had given a piece of herself to him, and he thought it only fair that Rachel get a glimpse of his life in return. He spoke of his divorce, how he and his wife had rushed into their marriage, and he told her about his college days. Realizing just how different they were excited Rachel and left her wanting to know more about Bryan. Not just about his life, but about his desires. Without warning, Rachel slid her hand across the console separating her and Bryan and let her hand wander between his legs. Trying not to think about what she was doing she wrapped her fingertips around his member and began caressing him through his suit pants. She felt him getting hard through his pants and the excited feeling between her legs returned.
Bryan had a million thoughts running through his head. He wanted so badly to touch her in return, but how could he? She was a college girl and he was practically 30. He had been divorced for only 7 hours and hadnât known another womanâs touch in 8 years. How could he turn around and suddenly allow himself to enter the threshold of another woman. Could he even call her a woman?
âLetâs move into the back seat,â Rachel whispered nearly breathlessly. She couldnât stop to think about what she was saying, or the Rachel she had been for the past 19 years would return. She didnâtâ want to be that Rachel anymore. She wanted to know what it felt like to have a man ravage her. She wanted to join in the conversation with her girlfriends when they talked about orgasms. She wanted to be a woman, and she wanted this stranger to make her a woman. âThe tow truck could arrive any minute,â Bryan responded with a squeak, as she grabbed his shaft with conviction. âYou already told me it would be hours,â Rachel responded. Before he could come up with another argument, Bryan found himself following this beautiful, taunt girl into the back seat of his car. Rachel fumbled into the back seat, trying to pretend like this was nothing new to her. She straddled him and he could feel the heat from between her legs. He was hard in an instant. Rachel decided that in honor of Christmas, she would âtake the reinsâ so to speak. In one swift motion her tongue parted his lips and entered his mouth with force. Not wanting to waste any time, she allowed her hands to travel past his shirt and tie, right down to the top button of his pants. She wanted his pants off before he had any time to reconsider.
Bryan, unable to deny his urges, began kissing her back, passionately. He let his tongue explore her mouth, before letting it move down her neck. Her innocent white turtleneck, in the way of what Bryan had in store for her, needed to be stripped from her body. He pulled himself away from her only long enough to slide the shirt over her head. His lips quickly found their way back to her neck, and without hesitation moved down to her breast, as he circled her nipple with his tongue. She let out a quick moan and could not wait to return the favor. She fumbled with the button on his pants, unable to open it. Bryan wanted to spare her the embarrassment, so he undid the button himself and slipped his pants onto the floor of the car. Here eyes widened in astonishment. 19 years on this earth and it was the first penis she had ever seen. âWhat have you been waiting for Rachel?â, she asked herself.