The divorce became final today. I’m forty-five years old, out of shape, overweight and horny as hell. Now I am also alone. Nobody around to solve even that problem for me. I could usually count on my no account man to fuck me when I was horny. He didn’t care about anything but the fact you were female.
The last of the customers finally left the store at six o’clock. I happily locked up and got ready to go home. I got into my piece of junk car, and went about four blocks when I heard a loud bang and the car made a loud thumping noise. I pulled into a mall I had never noticed before and got out to look.
I had a flat. I opened the trunk as if that would help. I had no clue how to change a tire. I picked up my telephone to call a service station and I was in a no call zone. Go Figure!
I looked around and there was only one store open, I walked toward the place and it wasn’t until I entered that I realized it was an adult bookstore. There was a nice looking muscular man behind the counter reading, who looked up and asked, “Is there something I could help you with lovely lady?”
I explained my situation and he smiled. “A good looking lady like you should be able to get some man to change her tire. I will make you a deal. You watch the place, while I change the tire, and then you give me a blow-job as a thank-you.” He picked the keys out of my hand and he was out the door before I could frame an answer.
I think he was kidding to see if he could shock me. He was going to be surprised because it sounded like a plan to me.
It took him about twenty minutes and I used the time to inspect the toys and other things that constituted the store’s stock. I laid aside two vibrators, and a large jelly dildo to take home with me along with some lubrication that said it tasted like strawberries.
