I found this great short story in Literotica, "Stranded in the rain" written by skinnypom . It gave me this idea, a variation on the same theme just like musicians do, as a base for inspiration, as an homage, not as a plagiarism.
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Did she know from the start that this was going to happen? Did she know that I was going to be there, on this road, waiting for my rescuer, my extremely curvy valkyrie in white shining pick-up truck? Did she know that I was going to lust for her magnificent wide body?
I had been riding my bicycle all day under a hot summer sun, on winding and steep Vermont roads. In the afternoon as I was looking for the next small town, the temperature climbed even more due to the approaching thunder storm while I was getting lost. I thought I was close to my goal, maybe two miles or so but my requests for directions were answered by something close to "you can't get there from here". The fact was, I had to make a long five miles detour along the neighboring hill already covered with a menacing dark cloud. Suddenly it became much darker, the wind picked up and the thunder rumbled in the distance. I was now alone on the side of the road, at the exit of this small village, considering my poor options, when suddenly a white pick-up truck appeared by my side without having made any warning sounds. The window opened and a soft firm voice asked me
"Do you want a ride?"
Just then the rain started to pour and I answered shouting but with an almost pleading voice
"Yes please".
"Throw your bike in the back and climb in".
I did and got inside the pick-up truck. But by the time I had put my bike in the back I was already drenched.
"Sorry I'm wet"
"Don't worry about it".
It was totally dark by now, the only real lights were beaming outside, and I could just make the contour of her silhouette, a very large silhouette, thanks to the dim light on the dashboard.
"Do you know where you're going?"
"I want to get to the next town... Barre I think?... There is a youth hostel there."
"I live a couple of miles down the road. If it's OK with you, we'll stop at my house first, and I can bring you to Barre later on."
"That will be wonderful, thank you very much".
I was really tired by then and didn't pay much attention to my surroundings, enjoying the shelter of the truck after this sudden cold shower, underneath the rain pounding on its roof , and feeling or wanting to feel taken care of by this corpulent woman. Soon we arrived at her house secluded in the woods. She left her truck under a canopy in between the house proper and a second building, and entered the house through a couple of stairs closed to her truck door. I went around the truck and found her already in the kitchen.
"Come in, come in, make yourself comfortable".
There was a large kitchen all in luminous wood, counter, chairs and large table.
"Do you want to eat something?"
"I'd love to" and then "but I don't want to impose"
"Don't worry about it, sit down, I'll get you something in no time".
I sat down at the table after a quick visit to the bathroom, bent down and rested my head on my crossed arms. Some time later I felt a soft hand on my shoulder and found a bowl of warm home made soup in front of me as I raised myself.
While was eating my soup, she was watching me from the other side of the table with a gentle grin, standing, with her hands resting on the lower counter in front of her, her body bent slightly which made her deep cleavage more obvious with her heavy breasts hanging down without any apparent restraint. She had changed while I was dozing, a sleeveless undershirt with a wide low opening and a skirt made of light beige towel like fabric, coming down above her knees, the incorporated elastic belt holding the skirt over her large overhanging belly and her very protruding rear end.
I looked at her and we smiled at each other.
"I'm sorry. I'm not very talkative tonight."
"Don't worry. Just take your time and eat."
I was in a sleepy state, similar to an inebriated state, almost like I was high, enjoying being taken care of in a dry clean place, after long days fending for myself on the road, sleeping in dirty youth hostels, eating not very good meals.
After I finished my soup, I rested my elbow on the table, put my chin on the back of my hand while listening to the music playing in another room, a symphony with a somewhat familiar theme. She was getting rid of the dishes from across the table in front of me, bending over in the process.
"Wow she does have big breasts. How much I would love to take them in my hand, to massage them, to suck on them... Would I do it if I could? You bet I would? But she is old... so what? I find her very sexy and I can't take my eyes off those big boobs. And those large thighs, and those round shoulders, and those fat arms, and this huge ass, yes I'd love to get closer to her, to hug her tight, to feel her mass close to me... "
Her figure was now moving around, the fatigue of the day making me see her at turns closer and then away, actually adding to the erotic charge.
She woke me out of my slumber...
"Would you like to sleep here? You seem to be awfully tired to go back on the road and find your hostel, even if I bring you there".
"I'd love to" it seemed like it was all I could say followed by "but I don't want to be..."
She stopped me in mid sentence