Stranded 42

Damn! I am dreading this long ass trip, alone. The fucking holiday traffic, people can't fucking drive. Why am I so damn angry? It's the holidays again, woo-hoo. Blah, I hate the holidays. I am never filled with cheer and good fucking tidings! So here I am, forcing a happy face and cheery voice as I make my way south for holiday celebrations.

My car is packed with brightly wrapped packages and bottles of wine. There are dog treats and goodies for all the other pets. I packed some provisions for myself, some good smoke to keep the nerves at bay, some munchies to take care of afterwards. I have my playlist ready as well as a few audio books to get me through, and off I go.

The weather is a little iffy as I pull out and head for the highway. My tank is full, tires good, new wiper blades, everything should be fine. It's only like a twenty-four-hour drive, nothing I haven't done before. I'm tooling along. And jump off onto the state road, the two lane stretch that runs sort of parallel to the main highway. It's not as busy and hopefully won't be as backed up.

I crank up the tunes and soon I am lost in thought. It's only been a few months since he reached out to me, my old flame. We chat and email, flirt and reminisce. He always knows just what to say to get me going. I smile and giggle a little to myself as I recall our last chat. He wants to "instruct" me. Do a little sexting. I grin. It's been so long since I've done anything like that. I mean, we're older now, do people our age actually do that? It's not like we haven't done it all before, everything we could ever fantasize about...we did it. So why not this? I'm game.

First, he tells me how hard his dick is just thinking about it. He explains how he's grabbing it right now, squeezing it as it becomes thick and engorged. He then instructs me to lie back on my bed and reach my hand into my panties. I'm not wearing any, but whatever. He wants me to rub my pussy, feel my clit as it gets excited, and my cunt becomes so wet. "Lick your fingers and get them very wet." He tells me. "Now slide them deep into your snatch." I do as he says as I squirm and moan. He tells me to imagine his big hard cock inside my pussy and that he is stroking it as he types. I can envision his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it as he jacks off. I start to fuck myself harder, spreading my lips apart, plunging my fingers deep. Then I pull them out and begin to rub my clit. I rub it faster and harder...he's typing, telling me he is ready to cum! He's stroking it and I'm rubbing mine and I am so close...oh my god! My clit starts to throb as I squirt my juices! It has been so long since I've cum that hard! He's saying it too. "Oh My God! FUCK! I am cumming so hard!" And I am winded. I am feeling things I haven't felt in a very long time and it's all good. The tingling in my cunt, the smile on my face and the relief of expelling that pent up tension. So good. When I am suddenly brought back to reality!

SHIT! Traffic has stopped! My mind was preoccupied! I try to keep from hitting the car in front of me and over correct, slide and drop off into a ditch off the side of the road! FUCK! I'm shaken, but otherwise okay. I guess. Damn it! What now? I don't even know where I am exactly. I get out of my car to assess the damage. YEP! I'm fucking stuck! The car seems okay but no way I can just drive away. I'm so pissed. I climb out of the ditch to the side of the road and traffic is gone! WHAT THE FUCK!? There are no cars to be seen, only faint red dots of taillights way off in the distance and no oncoming traffic at all. Damn it, I know better. Don't take the two-lane roads, at night, on long drives through unfamiliar territory, during winter weather! Okay, breathe. It's not going to be like some horror movie where some monster comes out of the woods to eat you, just calm the fuck down! And you have a damn cell phone dumb ass! I laugh at myself.

I take another look to see if anyone is coming in either direction. Nada. Of course. Oh well, maybe that's better than some psycho showing up, I've seen too many horror movies. I shake my head and climb back down to my driver's side door and climb back inside. My car is at a slight angle but not completely on its side, thanks for that! I fumble around for my phone since it became dislodged from its holder during the accident. I finally find it and of course...no fucking signal! Have I already said how much I hate the holidays?

So, I work my way to the back of my car and open the hatch. Now I need to move and rearrange everything to get to my "Emergency Road Kit", which annoys me even more. You're supposed to keep that out so you can get to it in case of an EMERGENCY! And I still hear no traffic. I finally find my kit, I'm freezing, I'm pissed, I'm a little scared. I take out the kit and put everything else back into the car. It's slushy and muddy in the ditch, my feet are wet inside my sneakers. What else could go wrong?

It starts to snow. OF COURSE IT DOES!

I climb back up to the side of the road, place an orange traffic cone where my car slid off and turn on the small flashlight lantern thingy that also flashes red. Hopefully someone will notice. But the snow is coming down pretty thick right now. I'm trying not to worry. I get back down to my car and get I. It starts right up, and I crank the heat. I search around for the blanket I brought with me and snuggle up to get warm. As I start to thaw, I decide to grab one of the cheap bottles of wine I brought with me. Don't judge, I like this wine, and it has a screw top, so I don't have to dick around with a corkscrew. I open it and drink straight from the bottle. Ho-ho-ho, happy fucking holidays!

I sit there for what seems like forever, drowning my sorrows, wondering if anyone, anywhere is wondering about me. Of course, I wouldn't know since no one can call and check on me. I turn on the radio and find a news station which informs me that the snow is not going to stop anytime soon. Cheers. Shit!

Wait, I see lights. I'm wrapped up in my blanket, wet shoes off, drinking wine! Ugh! I need to get my shit together! How can I flag anyone down if I am not prepared. The lights pass on by. Heavy sigh. I find my hoodie that's thrown in the back seat and put it on. I slip my sneakers back on, all sloshy and wet and wait for more lights and hope I can get up the hill in time to stopped them next time. When suddenly there are more lights. I jump out, run up the hill to find a big black SUV stopped next to my cone with their flashers on. Their lights are so bright I can't see who is driving. I raise my hand to block their lights and wave to them. They turn their lights to parking and roll down the driver's side window, "Well, you look like you could use a hand." The voice is deep and a little condescending.

"You think?" I respond. And then I hear a little chuckle as he rolls the window back up.

I hear him open his door and step out. I still can't see this person, I have no idea who or what is coming towards me, in the dark, in a snowstorm. I wrap my arms around myself. Then he is closer. He's tall, a big man, salt and pepper hair and facial hair, maybe in his 60's. I relax a bit. He's pretty fucking cute! And I must look like a total maniac. I clear my throat and slip as I try to approach him, hand outstretched to shake his and he grabs it just in time to keep me from falling on my ass making an even bigger fool of myself. He pulls me towards him and steadies me. He's a good foot taller than me as he grins down at me. I want to be mad at him for finding my predicament amusing, but I can't. He places his hands on my shoulders and asks, "You, okay? Are you hurt?" To which I can only manage to shake my head. I am such an idiot.

"Okay, good. Now that that's out of the way, let's see what we can do about getting you back on the road." He grabs the flashlight from the side of the road and starts down the hill. He tells me to wait where I am. I do. A few minutes later he hands me my phone and key. He tells me that I will definitely need a tow truck, but the service out here sucks and asks if I wanted to take a ride with him to get a better signal. I wanted to ask him if he used that line on all stranded motorists, but I don't.

I stood there for too long contemplating the situation. Then I remember my backpack. I tell him I need to go back to my car and grab my backpack because it has all my personal stuff in it. Wallet, cards, pistol, knife. I laugh to myself. He insists on going after it himself. As he goes back down the hill I rush over to his car, open the door and peek inside. No one else inside, packages and gifts in the backseat. I hear him close my door as I close his and race back to where I was. He pops back up with my blanket and backpack in his hands. He wraps the blanket around my shoulders, hands me my backpack, puts his arm around my waist and says, "Shall we?" For some reason I allow him to lead me towards his car. He opens the passenger door and helps me inside as he walks around and gets into his side.

He smiles at me; a little sinister looking grin and I am a little nervous. I'm not feeling scared really, but more excited and anxious. And I no longer feel so pissed off. What is going on? Did I actually hit my head and give myself a concussion? Am I in a daze and imagining all this, it's like an out of body experience or something. I feel like I am floating. I'm flushed. He starts the car, and we pull away, me, the stranded motorist, he, the handsome good Samaritan.

We drive for quite a while, not much of anything to see along the way. He introduces himself as Chris. I tell him hi and thank him for stopping. I tell him there was stopped traffic and I was trying to avoid a collision, I tell him how I am on my way down south for family holiday stuff and, blah, blab, blah, I'm nervous rambling. I apologize and shut up, a little embarrassed. We both start to speak at the same time and laugh, "Go ahead", he says. I start by telling him how sorry I am about ruining his night and inconveniencing him and how grateful I am for his kindness. He reaches out, places his hand on mine and says, "It is definitely no bother nor an inconvenience, I could use a little distraction." And gently squeezes my hand.

We finally reach a diner and roadside hotel in the middle of nowhere. He pulls in and says he needs coffee, asks me if I'd like some and I tell him yes. We get out and approach the diner. The snow is coming down, fat thick flakes. It's so pretty and quiet out here. No other vehicles, no other lights besides what are on inside the diner. As we enter a little bell rings and the smell of coffee and bacon fills the air. An older lady comes from the back wearing an apron and a big smile on her face. "Well look what the cat dragged in! What are you two doing out on a night like this?" We look at one another and at the same time say, "Traveling." We grin.

She tells us to have a seat, and I'll bring you some coffee. We do. I excuse myself to use the lady's room. I must look a total mess! I get inside and lock the door. As I approach the mirror I am horrified! But I have to laugh! The knees of my jeans are wet from walking around my car. My messy bun is a total nightmare, and I have a smudge of dirt across one cheek! What a sight. I quickly wash my face, take my hair down and shake it out, then wrap it back up in a not-so-messy, messy bun and go pee. One more look in the mirror, better. I exit the bathroom to an empty diner! What now!? I roll my eyes, look around and head back to our booth. There are two steamy cups of coffee that smell so good. I grab mine with both hands to feel the warmth and sip.

Soon Chris and the waitress walk in the front door from outside. Both brushing the snow from their clothes. I must have had some expression on my face because he shakes his head and smiles as he walks toward the booth. He sits and says, "I have some good news and some bad news. Bad news, we're not going anywhere tonight. Good news, I just got us each a room next door. We can figure things out in the morning." I take a deep breath, rub my face and exhale. I look directly into his eyes and tell him he didn't have to do that. He can just go on his way now that he has gotten me somewhere safe. He interrupts and says, "Hey! We've come this far; I need to know how this little adventure ends." And slides me a key. It is an actual old school hotel room key. I smile and shake my head. He reaches over, lifts my head to meet his gaze and tells me, everything is going to be just fine.

We finish our coffee, thank our hostess and go back out to his car. He takes out a small duffle bag and grabs my backpack as we walk the short distance to the hotel. He hands me my bag, grabs my hand and gives it a little kiss and says, "Sweet dreams," We head to our separate rooms, right next to one another and go inside. Totally retro! Paneled walls, shag carpet, a somewhat boho western décor with the faint smell of bleach and cedar but kind of quaint. It's clean enough and I'm exhausted. But I still feel wired from the excitement and the coffee. I realize I have no clothes to change into and hope there is a robe in the closet. No such luck. Not like it's a three- or four-star establishment. I decide to shower. At least there are clean white towels and hot water.

I let the water run over my head as I think about my stranger. I wonder where he is headed, who he's visiting? I soap up one of the washcloths and begin to wash myself. The water is so hot, the bathroom so steamy. I begin to hum and then sing. "Would you forgive me love, if I danced in your shower. Would you forgive me love, if I laid in your bed. Would you forgive me love if I stay all afternoon" I rubbed my soapy hands all over my tits and pinched my nipples making them hard. I continued humming the song as I soaped up my pussy. The water ran down between my legs as the soap, all slippery felt nice while I rubbed until I gave myself an orgasm. I stood in the hot shower a little longer then grabbed two towels, one to wrap my hair, the other to wrap my body. Luckily, I do have a comb, toothbrush, other essentials in my backpack. As I leave the bathroom the air is cold and I wished I'd had something to put on, I even forgot my blanket back in the car. I rushed to the bed and slid in between the sheets, which were not exactly warm. I sat there, knees against my chest, hugging myself for warmth when someone tapped on my door. I jumped, startled.

"It's me", he says. "Can you open the door for a sec?" He asks. I wrapped the towel snuggly around myself and walk to the door, heart pounding. As I open the door, he hands me a robe. "Here" he says. "I thought you could use this more than I could." I noticed he was in pajamas and smiled. I thanked him, reached for the robe and he doesn't let go. He lifts his other hand and he's holding a bottle of wine. I am shivering from the cold and covered in goosebumps. He says, "You should get back inside and wrap up!" He then walks right into my room and closes the door. I'm standing there, in a towel, with a stranger in a roadside hole-in-the-wall. Dumbfounded. "Go change." He says. And... I do. I head to the bathroom and drop the wet towel; the bathroom is still warm and steamy. I wrap his robe around me and it's nice. I feel warm again and it smells good, like man and soap. I sniff it in deeply and it stirs something within me. Seriously, what is happening? I unwrap my hair and shake it loose, then tie it back up, all damp and messy. I step back out into the room.

He is sitting on the edge of the bed. He tips his head and says, "Nice." I reply, "Oh, this old thing?" And do a little twirl. "I enjoyed your song" he said and pats his hand on the bed and motions for me to come sit. Of course I do. What is it with him that makes me just go along with everything he says? I crawl up to the head of the bed and get under the covers. He hands me a plastic cup of wine and apologizes for the lack of proper wine glasses. I laugh and clink my cup to his. We drink and it's so good.

I'm feeling a little calmer now and motion for a refill. I think I need it after the events of this night. He scoots closer to me, towards my feet which are curled up under me. He pours more wine into my cup and leans in a bit, placing his hand on my hip. He slowly moves it up my side, brushing against the side of my breast and it sends a shiver through me. I have no idea where this is going but it's nice. He wraps his hand around the edge of the robe and pulls it away from my body exposing my naked breast. My nipple is instantly hard. He bends down and takes it into his mouth and sucks it in. I melt. I start to moan out of surprise and pure exhilaration. I want him. I want his hands all over my body. He takes the cup from my hand and places it on the end table. He then reaches under the covers and pulls my legs out straight, so I am on my back. He then unties the belt from the robe and pulls it out from under me. He playfully begins to wrap the belt around both my hands, above my head and to the headboard.

Suddenly he throws back the covers and opens the robe exposing my naked body. I start to feel vulnerable and embarrassed when he begins to rub both his hands up the length of my legs, up to my bare cunt. He spreads my legs and tickles my clit with his fingers. I am squirming under his touch. He starts to breathe heavily and moan as he places his head between my legs. His breath is so hot on my snatch as he plunges his tongue inside. Oh my god, it is so good. He licks and sucks, flicking his tongue against my clit as he spreads me open. I can't take it anymore! I cum so hard on his face and he's sucking it, slurping it. FUCK! My body is convulsing as I squirt all I have inside his mouth. I want my hands free, to grab his head and kiss his mouth. He looks up at me, face all glazed over and he sucks my juices off his fingers and wipes his face with the robe.

He crawls up to the head of the bed and kisses me, roughly, passionately. His tongue plunging into my mouth as I suck it in. I look down to see his cock is hard and making a tent in his pajama bottoms. I tell him to untie me and let me take care of that. He shakes his head no and starts to undress. I knew he was good looking, but he was more than that, he was amazing. Strong chest and arms with a nice patch of chest hair, salt and pepper to match his head. I smile. He then slides off his bottoms and his huge cock pops straight out. It is so nice, and I want it badly. He grabs it firmly and looks at me playfully, "You want some of this?" He asks. Oh yes, yes, I do. He walks to the bed, dick in hand and slaps me in the face with it. He's looking down at my face, his cock in his hand and a big toothy grin on his face. "Open wide." He says.

He shoves his dick into my awaiting mouth, and I suck it. I run my tongue up and down the shaft and taste him. I look up at him and say, "Fuck my face." He puts his hands on either side of my head and begins to move his hips and fuck my mouth. He pushes his cock down my throat and holds it there as I swallow it down, I can feel the muscles in my throat work his cock. He throws his head back and pulls slowly out of my mouth as I suck and lick it. He reaches over and unties the belt from the headboard and straddles me on the bed. I put his dick between my tits and squeeze them as he gyrates and then he is on top of me, plunging his big dick into me. He is such a good fuck! He slams into me, his hands grabbing my ass and fucking me deep. He pulls his cock out and flips me onto my stomach. He rams his big hard rod deep. He is fucking me hard and fast and then lays his chest on my back as he begins to cum. He pulls it out and finishes onto my back and my ass. I can feel his hot cum shooting onto my bare skin as I reach around and rub it into me.

He collapses next to me on the bed, breathing heavily. "Oh man!" he says, his face in his hands, "that was so hot! I have never done anything like that before!" "I honestly don't know what got into me, I had this vision going on in my mind and decided to go for it. I had no idea you would be willing to act it out with me."