We are on separate directions on the road of life but on the same interstate in North Carolina. I am catching a flight in a few hours for my first mercenary contract overseas. I see her broke down on the side of the interstate. Her white BMW had its hazard lights on with an obvious flat tire sitting far on the right shoulder. I can see her standing in the grass next to the shoulder staring at her car, talking on her phone.
She is wearing a white tennis shoes, tight blue cheerleading skirt and blue sweatshirt with her university initials and graduation year (from the number on it she only graduated the past spring) in bold letters across the front. Her legs are tan and fit, her hips are perfect child baring, her breasts are small but perky and her hair is long dark and perfect. In the very instant I saw her, I knew I had to stop and say hello. So I pull my rental car over to the side of the road and approach her.
At first she is apprehensive but my friendly, non-threatening demeanor quickly earns her trust. She introduces herself as Kara. She is on her way to homecoming weekend for her alma matter. She was on the cheer squad and its tradition for the graduated cheerleaders to come back in their uniform and hang out, perform some basic cheers and take pictures on the sidelines and at alumni functions. Not only to relive the glory days but to also show themselves off as trophies for other alumni. Maybe a rich doctor, lawyer or trust fund guy a couple years older.
She also tells me she just hung up with the auto club and they should be here soon. I tell her Ill keep her company until they arrive. Its loud on the side of the interstate, dangerous, and the air temperature is still warm (even though its well into fall) so I suggest we sit in my rental until the auto club arrives.
She hesitates and looks me up and down. She agrees but wants to grab somethings out of her car first. She opens up the back door and grabs her designer purse which was sitting behind the passenger seat. She sits it on the ground and reaches for the computer case behind the driver seat. She cant reach it so she kneels on the back seat and reaches again. Once again, she cant reach it. She kneels a little further into the car and leans forward more.
As she does, her skirt raises up. I can see her blue bloomers, and the outline of a thong. She is still struggling, it appears the case is stuck on something. I am mesmerized by the view of her perfect ass, lurching forward and backwards, she is grunting slightly and is starting to breath heavily.
I just have to touch her, I NEED to touch her. I kneel on the seat behind her. She is so intent and focused on her stuck computer bag she doesnt realize Im behind her until I shut the door. She startles slightly when she realizes Im behind her and lets out a gasp. I behind her but not yet touching her.
"Troubles?" I ask.
"Umm, yeah. Its stuck" She is nervous but proud and doesnt want to tip her hand to the fact that I intimidate her.
"Let me try." as I creep closer. Now my rock hard cock in its denim prison is slightly pressed against her ass. I could break a cinder block wall Im so hard so I know she has to feel it. I reach for the bag, give it a vane tug and as I remove my hand I casually rub her tits. She is breathing heavier. Nervous, possibly scared, and possibly aroused.
Ask me now why I did what I did and the only reason I can give you is animal instinct. I was almost surprised when I heard myself unzip my pants and free my cock. I take it and, with pre cum oozing from the tip, I guide it between her thighs and rub it over her mound.
I pull back and push forward. I hold her hips and I start see-sawing my cock along her slit. Her moisture is building and seeping through her thong and bloomers. Her slit is becoming more and more defined with each back and forth motion I make. Her breathing is becoming more and more ragged, she is running her hands through her hair, which keeps falling over her eyes.
