badinfluencegirl

she stood there at the side of the road all legs and frustrated green eyes while her long brown curls teased the wind. once more she kicked the tire and watched it spin uselessly on her car.

“i don’t understand how it won’t come off, it’s simple, take off the nuts and jack up the car and take off the tire and… but noooo stupid tire is stuck to the car. dammit!”

finally she gave in and started calling tow truck companies until she found one that could come in under an hour and then she wandered down the street to the nearest coffee shop to wait.

after what seemed an eternity her phone chirped “the driver is uh… just about there” said the dispatcher. she thanked him profusely and hurried back to her car. once there she found her tire on the ground and a quietly satisfied man, tall or at least taller than she was by several inches, smiling at her almost fondly.

“how the hell did you do that?” she goggled at him.

“i kicked it”

“you kicked it?” he nodded “i hate you a little right now”

he laughed and asked for the spare. as she watched his compact and efficient movements her eyes wandered along his body from his broad and capable shoulders as they flexed under the strain (clearly not much of a strain for him) of bolting her spare on to her car to his unexpectedly shapely buttocks outlined under his baggy jeans.

she felt a small clench or tingle or something inexplicable but clearly the beginnings of arousal and she wondered what those big hands would feel like running over her body. whether he would move as easily and confidently when he fucked or if there would be a hesitancy and a sweetness to it instead.

she decided that he was probably this confident in everything he did and allowed her brain to wander a little as she watched him. she could feel his hot breath skimming her nape and his hands sliding along her back. knew the feel of his body as it approached hers and knew also the frisson of arousal that ran along her nerve endings.

she felt him, firm and warm beneath her fingertips as they stroked and explored each other, breath steaming in the cold air and skin thrilling to the kiss of winter as much as the touch of a stranger; they had not asked each other’s names, nor would they.

his hand snuck beneath her coat and then shirt to run along the skin beneath while his tongue and teeth worshipped her neck and ears. she felt her head fall back with his ministrations and surrendered herself to the pleasure. she felt boneless and languid and would have fallen had he not been holding her against him.

against his steadily growing arousal in fact. a hardness that was beginning to strain even the considerable space in his jeans and melt any resistance she might have felt.

he growled into her neck and unsnapped a button on her pants. she felt the rasp of her zipper and goggled at her own behaviour even as she pressed herself against his straining erection and began an exploration of his back with her hungry hands.

her pants dropped just enough and he growled once more as his hand slid beneath her jeans to find only naked skin and springy curls. she gasped and arched as his fingers stroked her roughly and she felt her slickness in his touch. she shuddered and gasped as waves of pleasure ran through her and he laughed low in his throat.

she worried at the snap of his jeans and then again at his zipper until at last she felt his pants loosen and her hand was free to stroke his raging penis through the soft fabric of his boxers. with a small sound of satisfaction she found their opening and at last her hand stroked the silky skin of his erection and he growled yet again.

she shuddered repeatedly into his hand until, with an impatient toss of his head, he yanked her pants lower on her thighs and turned her until she was bent over her car. she raised her hips and that was all the invitation he needed. she howled her pleasure as his penis drove straight home and she felt herself filled by his enormous cock.

he held her hips in his hands and took her there in front of god and everybody while he slammed into her again and again. he moved her hips as well as his own and all she could do was raise her bottom some more.

she felt his testicles slap against her clit every time his engorged shaft bottomed out in her throbbing vagina and she wondered if she could stay on her feet as waves and waves of pleasure started to course through her.

suddenly she felt her body clench and throb as her juices flowed and gushed around his pulsating cock. he groaned into her back and thrust again and again into her quivering pussy until she was just about finished and then he erupted into her, little pulses running through the veins in the base of his penis and shuddering thrusts still driving her to another climax.

they cried out together and he collapsed onto her back as they both panted and laughed into the cool winter stillness.

“all done” he said.

“what?” she asked.

“i’m all done your tire miss, that’ll be twenty bucks since you did most of the work already”

she shook her head bemusedly, arousal running down her legs, and reached for her purse.