|Blogs > desleeped > I Stole This Blog|
Masturbate to this.
Masturbate to this.
As I drive home from work one snowy night, I see a car at the side of the road. Being who I am and the way I am, I check for signs of life. Seeing a person slumped in the front seat, I pull over to assist in whatever way I can. Upon approaching the car, I see two things: a flat tire, and a flat spare. The person in the front seat begins to rise. I can now see that it is a young lady of about twenty-something, and she has been crying. I ask "May I help you?" to which she immediately locks all the doors and rolls up the windows. As I approach, I raise my hands as if to say, Relax, I won't do anything stupid. I set one hand on the engine hood to test for temperature. It is cold. She has been here for a long time. I carefully approach the driver side window, hands up, and ask again if there is anything I can do to help. The window rolls down a little, and a quiet voice says, "There’s nothing anyone can do. I am out of gas, my battery is dead, and my spare is flat. Just go away so I can die in peace." I ask if she has a cell phone. She laughs bitterly, holding her phone where I can see it. No Service. "Today is just not your day, huh?" I say. "Well you aren’t going to believe this, but I work for a junkyard, and I just happen to have a tire that will fit this." She says, "Yeah, sure. And I bet you have jumper cables and gas too." Upon saying this, she rolls the window back up and slumps back down. So..., I go to my truck and I get: One tire, One pair of Wal-Mart cheap ass jumper cables, and (drum roll please) One five gallon gas can that just happens to be half full. I take them over to the car and I tap on the window. I guess she wasn’t expecting me to actually come back, but either way, I surprised her enough that she leapt over to the passenger seat fast enough to make the car rock. I showed her the cables, gas can, and tire, and she started crying again. I opened the fuel door and poured the remaining gas into her tank. I noticed then the lack of gas cap. As I turned to get one from my truck (always keep a spare), she rolls the window down. I ask if she is okay. She still has tears in her eyes, but now she is happy to see me. "How are you going to change the tire?" She asks. "Just let me worry about that." I say. "Are you cold?" "Shit yes I'm cold! I've been sitting here for hours!" "I have a blanket in my truck. Wait here while I go get it." Says I. I head to the truck, taking the flat tire with me, and she asks," Could I wait in your truck? It's awfully cold in here." "Sure. Just don't take off with my truck." She laughs again. "I couldn't drive that if I wanted to. I'll probably need help to get there." I get the blanket and walk back to her car. The blanket is warm, homemade, and she welcomes it. For the first time, I realize that this girl is probably freezing to death. I hurry her to the truck (which has been running this whole time) and carry her to the back seat. Upon discovering this, she says, "Please mister, don't hurt me. I don't want to die!" With this she starts crying again. I lay her down on the back seat and adjust the heater to aim at her, and put it on full. As I go to get out, she grabs my arm. "I'm sorry mister, I'm just so scared." Her hand is like ice. "You just sit here and warm up. I will be right back." I go to her car, take her keys out of the ignition and pocket them. After closing the window and locking the doors, I carry the gas can and cables to my truck. After some redneck engineering, I throw the new spare in the back of the truck. When I climb into my truck, I notice that the lady in back is asleep. I drive to a gas station and air the new tire up, get gas and a hot chocolate for the lady. I get in the truck and wake her up. She slaps me. "Here. Have some hot chocolate. It will help warm you up." After about half of the hot chocolate is gone, she begins to come back to life. We return to her car, now buried in snow, and I position my truck for a jumpstart. She tells me her name is Sara, and she just broke up with her boyfriend of three years because she walked in on him "Fucking her best friend." That is what put her on the road, in a snow emergency, with no gas, and nowhere to go. I change her tire and start her car. She asks if I could follow her to make sure she gets home. I say, "Sure. It's what I do." Two hours of horrid driving, one bad stuck, and a few close calls finds us at her place. "Nice place. You live here by yourself?" I say. To which she replies, "This is my parents place. They're in their second home for the winter. I was supposed to go with them, but I wanted to stay with my boyfriend." We go inside because she insists on paying me for the tire. Once inside, she leads me to a large open bedroom with an entertainment center, a large tub\shower combo, and a Jacuzzi. She begins to fill the tub, thinks better of it, and fills the Jacuzzi instead. "Come here you. You have earned this." She her arms around me and kisses me deeply. A bit surprised, I hesitate. She lets go and steps away, her face red with embarrassment. "Oh my. I am so sorry. I didn’t know you were gay." To which I cross the room, pull her to me and deliver the deepest, most romantic kiss I have ever given. "I am not gay. I was just not prepared for that." She sways a little. "Oooohh. You are one heckuva kisser!" She leaps into my arms to kiss me again. This time we both participate, and stumble to the bed. The hot tub buzzes signaling that it is full. We stop kissing only for long enough to remove our clothes. She is stunning, but still pale and blue from the cold. Her car's heat had stopped working some time before I met her. "Shall we warm up a little?" she asks. "Definitely." I say. We slide into the hot tub slowly, savoring the feel of the kiss of the hot water on our cold skin. As we grow accustomed to the heat, we relax into each others embrace. I hold her close, kissing her lightly on her neck and shoulders, feeling her body tense as I push buttons her Ex never even knew where to start looking for. She moans in satisfaction as I caress her back and neck with my hands. She kisses my neck, nibbling lightly on my earlobe. She rubs my back, and pulls me close and whispers softly into my ear, "I dont think I can ever properly repay you for saving my life." I hold her close and I take a breath. “I help people. I stopped to help you because you needed my help.” We share a deep kiss. "Thank you for saving me. I would have died out there." She says. She turns so I can rub her back. As I massage her, I kiss my way around the nape of her neck, across her shoulders and down to the water line. She straightens, turns around, and says "Alright, your turn." I turn around and she begins to rub my neck. As she rubs her way down my back, she says, "I want you to make love to me." and begins to give me the best backrub I have ever had. By the time she finishes, I am practically purring. We face each other again. I kiss her lips, her neck, and slowly kiss my way across her chest to the first nipple. I pause at the very edge of her aureole before applying a hot wet tongue around the edge, across the top, and finally I take her nipple into my mouth. She moans with approval. I work my way across to the other nipple, repeating what I did with the other one. "Oooooohh." She says as I lick my way to her belly button, raising her hips so I can continue my way down to her neatly trimmed pussy. "I've never done this before." She says. "Not even with (her ex) Kevin." "Never done what? This?" I say as I kiss her pussy lip and slowly begin to lick her. Her body shudders as I show her what her Ex should have shown her can be done with a well trained tongue. I slowly caress her moist, sensitive parts with my tongue. "Oh my god! keep that up and you'll make me cum!" She breathes heavily. "And I am just getting warmed up!" I say. She grabs my head and buries it in her crotch. "More! Please! Don't Stop!" She moans loudly, "Please, please make me cum!" I am more than happy to oblige her. With a deep lick into her honey pot I insert a finger slowly into her, stroking softly. As her breathing increases and her chest flushes, I feel her orgasm building. "Make love to me! Please!" She is practically screaming. I stand in the tub so I can properly penetrate her without hurting her. She stops and looks at my member and says, "I've never had anything that big before. I don't know if I can take it. Be careful." I tell her I will be as careful as I can. I slowly rub my precum around the head of my dick, all the while rubbing my lady's clit. I move slowly, penetrating her inch by inch, backing out a little bit each time to ensure I am lubed enough to not hurt her. She watches in the mirror in awe as I bury my sword to the hilt. "Mmmmmm. Oh my god! Oh my god! She wraps her legs around me, squeezing us together. "You feel so good Sara. So hot. So tight!" She wraps her arms around me and in a slightly husky voice she says, "Fuck me! Fuck me with that big dick of yours!" I begin to pump my member slowly in and out of her steaming pussy. "It feels soooo good! Please don't stop!" I pump into her harder, faster. She screams "Oh yea baby, fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!!!" She cums without warning, squeezing me and my cock harder than I have ever been squeezed. I keep working myself in and out, slowly until she comes back to her senses. "Carry me to bed." She orders. I lift her semi-limp body into my arms, still impaled on my dick, and carry her to the bed. I lay her down, pull out slowly, and proceed to go down on her again. She moans with pleasure as I lick our juices off her inner thighs and begin to probe her pussy once again with my tongue. At this point, it doesn't take much to make her cum again. I savor the sweet flavorof her juices as she cums again, this time directly into my eagerly awaiting mouth. "More, please," She laughs from the bed, "But this time, I want to be on top!" I lay on my back, with my head against the head board as she straddles me. "Are you ready for me, Lover?" she asks. Before I can answer, she plunges down on my cock, burying it to the balls. "Aaahhhh. That’s much better," she coos, "Now I am going to make you cum!" She works it slowly, quickening pace only slightly, for about fifteen minutes before I tell her that I am going to cum. "Cum all over me!," she says. She lays back and I sit up. Now I am doing the work. "Here it comes!" I yell as I pull out and she grabs my cock and aims it for her chest. I blow The Biggest Load Ever onto her and we both collapse in a heap. We spent most of the night in that position, just breathing. I was sad to have to leave the next morning, but we promised to meet up again. She moved away and I will miss her. I always stop for stranded motorists. You never know what kind of help they'll need.