It was another gorgeous day in the Southwest, and I was feeling restless. I had an itch in my pussy I needed to scratch, and my boyfriend was out of town.
Oh – by the way – I'm Ann. And, truth be told, my pussy loves to be filled, and I just love sex. I really love my boyfriend's big cock; I love to feel it fill my pussy, I love it in my mouth, and I love his cum – in whatever hole.
But, I do still have some fantasies unfulfilled. Maybe one day, I'll get up the nerve to ask my boyfriend if we can have a three-way with one of his buddies. He doesn't like to share, though, so I'm not sure that will ever happen.
So, anyway, I went for a drive and headed east out of Albuquerque on I-40, heading for Madrid. There were a lot of art shops there... and places I wanted to check out on the way. I got off the highway and headed north on 14. It was desolate in between the towns; it wouldn't be a good place to be if you needed help.
But that didn't bother me. In fact, I was looking for a bit of isolation, so I wouldn't keep thinking about that itch in my pussy. Damn, just thinking that got me wetter. Gotta get my mind off sex....
I got jolted out of my reverie by a loud BAM! And my car started to wobble – almost out of control! I squeezed the wheel tight and steered off the road, skidding to a stop.
My heart was pounding; my breasts were heaving as I panted. And, damn! ... my pussy was still hot. I sat still a minute as my pounding heart slowed down. Then I got out to see what happened.
I circled around my car, and saw what was left of my right front tire. There was a huge gash – it was a total loss. I knew I'd need some help to get that replaced, so I pulled out my cell to call.... and there was no service. Shit. What now? There were no cars that I could see, and not many people traveled on this road.
There was nothing I could do but wait.
So, I got in the car, rolled down all the windows, and waited for someone to pass by. I was in the open, and the car got hot quickly. I was covered with a sheen of sweat; I could feel a trickle run between my breasts, and beads were running down my face. Even so, my pussy was starting to really want attention.
I thought, "What the hell?" I hiked up my sundress, slid my hand down my belly and to my pussy. I started to rub my mound, and my fingers brushed my pussy lips. I could feel my clit in my palm. You see, I have a nice, thick clit. It's the kind you can really run your finger around, and almost jerk off like a little cock.
I grabbed and pulled my pussy lips a few times – I like the feeling when I really stretch them then release; it's kind of like a little "snap" in my snatch, so to speak. I was really wet; with both pussy juice and sweat. And I was starting to feel really good....
And then I heard a motorcycle engine.
I pulled my hand out of my pussy and got out. I could see two motorcycles approaching. My first thought was fear – maybe I should hide and wait for someone else. Then I realized that it could be a long time until someone else showed up. So I flagged them down.
It was two guys on Harleys. When I saw them, I felt a few things at once – relief – because they could help me; fear – because of what they might do to me; and this caught me by surprise – I felt lust. My pussy got wetter, and in some way I hoped they wouldn't be perfect gentlemen.
They got off their bikes and walked toward me. One was tall and solidly built; the other was equally solid, but shorter. I nervously called out, "Hi. Thanks for stopping. I could use some help."
The taller one asked, "What kind of help do you need?"
"Well," I said, walking to the front of the car, "my tire's got a hole in it, and I don't know how to put on the spare."
"Yeah, we can help you with that. Open your trunk." I did, and they got to work. They took off their riding jackets, and I could see they had tank tops on – lots of muscle. And their bulges were looking pretty nice too.... I tried not to pay too much attention since I didn't want them to get the wrong idea – or maybe I did.
But, I realized it wouldn't be safe. After all, I didn't know them at all. It's best to thank them for their help, offer some money, and let them get on their way. I didn't have long to think about it, though, since the car was jacked up and they were already putting on the spare.
Once they were done and put the jack and the flat in the trunk, the taller guy asked, "Need help with anything else?" Part of me really wanted to say yes, but I didn't.