I was driving home from a meeting with a friend when my car started acting funny. It was late autumn and a damp full moon night and I didn't want to get stuck in the middle of nowhere. Finally the engine just stopped altogether.
It was after midnight but luckily for me I was just going through a little town and I rolled to a stop right near a french cottage style guest house I'd never noticed before. It was closed of course, but I did see a light on inside.
A storybook stone house with a very european look. I knocked on the door.
A young man came to the door a bit disheveled as he was tucking his shirt into his blue jeans. I told him what had happened and I asked if I could use his phone since there was no cell service.
We walked down the hall way to the phone in the back kitchen area. Passing the living room I noticed he had been watching a porn movie. He embarrassedly turned it off with the remote in his hand thinking I didn't see it.
I telephone my husband and told him where I was and that he would need to pick me up. It would take about an hour for him to get to me. I got off the phone and Julien offered me some cherries that were on the counter in the kitchen. He had a very slight french accent.
We talked over the island in the kitchen and he told me he was watching the house for the owners who were away. He was very cute and I really liked the curl of his black hair and I told him so and he started blushing.
I picked up a cherry that was actually two on one stem. As he was talking I put them to my mouth and unconsciously began to run my tongue between them. When I realized what I was doing I quickly put them in my mouth. Now I was blushing.
He asked if I wanted him to look at my car so I followed him down the hallway watching his tall slender body. We walked to the car and he opened the hood and started working on something. He said "you see this dark blue tie holding this wire? It's worn and has let the wire short out against the side of the engine. I can get some tape and fix it."
There certainly was something I liked about the way he walked as I watched him come back to the car. With the backdrop of the french house it sure was a romantic setting. I held the flashlight for him and leaned in close and my face was next to his. He turned quickly and we were kissing on the lips. I loved tasting his mouth. I didn't resist. "I'm sorry" he said " I never did anything like that before and.....
I stopped him and said it was alright and that I actually enjoyed it. "I'll try the engine" he said but it didn't start. "I think we should go back to the house" I said.
My husband always tells me I am a hot at my mature age. Maybe that's true and maybe this young guy is just horny but I certainly haven't felt myself get this excited in a long time and it felt good.
We left the car and walked back and I again told him it was OK and held my hand on his neck and put his arm around my waist. He said I reminded him of a sensual mature woman back home in France whom he had once been with. When we got inside the foyer we started kissing again only hotter this time.