I was on my way home after a week at my brother's place in Florida. I had travelled on I-95 before but it had become so crowded and dangerous that I now preferred the back roads. The extra time and slower speed were like a small luxury that I allowed myself. I had just stopped for fuel at a gas station in one of the many nameless little towns along the road when a young woman carrying a small suitcase approached me.
"Excuse me mister, could you help me?" She was young, twenty-three, twenty four maybe. Her blond hair contained crazy streaks of green, and she wore denim shorts and a sleeveless top. I could see that she had been crying.
"Yes hon', what do you need?"
"My dumbass boyfriend got pissed at me and drove off without me. Can you help me get home?"
"Where do you live?"
"Macon Georgia, are you going anywhere near there?"
"I'm from Roswell, this would appear to be your lucky day."
She brightened up immediately, "Would you mind if I rode with you?"
"Not at all, I would appreciate the company."
She touched my arm, "Thank you! Thank you so much."
"Throw your suitcase in the back seat and jump in."
"I appreciate this SO much, thank you again." She opened the rear door and threw her suitcase in the back seat before climbing into the front.
As soon as I had filled the gas tank, I joined her and we were off. We had just started out when she began to chatter. She told me that her name was Marianne and that her boyfriend's name was Clarence but everyone called him 'Claw'. Supposedly that nickname came from another family member who could not pronounce his name when they were little and Clarence became 'Claw'. On she rambled about how he was supposed to take her to Disney World but, when they got near Orlando, he pulled into a cheap motel. When she asked about Disney World, he took out his cock and shook it telling her, "Here's all the riding you need to do."
Apparently they started home the next morning but, when he stopped for gas, she went in to use the restroom and, when she came out, she found her suitcase sitting where the car had been. She spent the next half hour cursing at him and condemning his soul to an eternity in flames. I was grateful when she finally calmed down. I was expecting to drive the rest of the way in relative peace. I was wrong.
I heard her seatbelt click and turned to see her releasing her belt.
"I really do appreciate you driving me home, and I want to show you in the only way I know how." She slid over beside me and began to fumble with my belt.
"Hon' that's really not necessary, you don't own me anything."
"Yes I do. Claw liked for me to rub his dick while we travelled, he said that it made the miles go faster."
"Marianne, I don't expect...". Her hand reached into my pants and wrapped around my cock. I glanced over at her and she was smiling.
"There, isn't that better?"
I could not ever answer her. Her hand felt so good as she gently squeezed me. I kept my hands on the wheel and my eyes forward. I could feel myself start to harden.
"Claw used to finger me while we drove, you can do that too if you want."
I struggled to keep my concentration on the road. "Thank you Marianne, but I need to keep my hands on the wheel." And not on some twenty-something woman.
"Okay, but if you change your mind and want to take a feel, you go ahead."
She had me fully hard. Her hand felt cool and she was surprisingly skilled. I found myself enjoying the experience much more than I should have. I realized that I should protest and demand that she stop but, to be honest, I did not want her to stop.
"You have a really nice cock. It feels bigger than Claw's."
"Thank you."
"I've been fascinated by men's cocks since the first time a boy pulled his out and I made it get hard. That was such fun."
I had no answer for her. She continued to ramble on, but I was completely lost in the sensation of her hand holding and squeezing me.
