Roadside Assistance [FM]

I’d just gotten out of the shower when I looked at my phone and saw what looked like the death knell of my evening

“My car broke down :(”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had just gotten out of a long term relationship with the first and only guy I’d had sex with at this point. And the sex, let’s just say, it was… lackluster.

After wringing my hands about how I was too nervous to hook up with people for a couple of months after, I finally hooked up with a guy after screwing my courage to the sticking point and asked this guy that I’d run into that I’d matched with on Tinder before if he wanted to kiss me.

After he gave me mind-blowing head for over an hour, we’d been hooking up ever since.

By this point I’d gotten accustomed to receiving bomb dick on a regular schedule and to say I was crushed by a missed appointment would be an understatement.

“Oh no :( do you need any help?”

At this point, I’m just being nice. I know less than nothing about cars, and I was in mourning about not having my back blown out that night.

“My stepdad can come and tow me. But maybe you could jump my car? Might just be a dead battery”

Hope.

“Omw!”

Maybe. Just maybe. I would still be fucking this guy tonight.

He’d managed to pull into the entrance of a rich neighborhood right off the side of a main road. He gets off work late, so it’s already dark outside, but I can see him anxiously pacing around his car, the hood propped open.

I’m no stranger to dead batteries, so I pull in so our cars are facing each other. I get out, and he come around to kiss me. He’s sweet, but I can tell he’s tense and distracted.

“Thank you so much for coming. You really didn’t have to.”

“Of course!” I don’t tell him that I’m not totally acting out of the goodness of my heart.

I go and sit in my car, as he gives me directions on when to accelerate.

The situation isn’t looking good. There’s a lot of pacing and hands on hips looking in the engine.

I can’t help but stare at him with an impure gaze. His hair is all mussed and curly around his face. And he’s dressed well so even in the dark I’m checking out his body. Also something about men and car stuff. Idk.

But finally he admits defeat. He goes and grabs some bags out of the car.

“I’m going to have to call my step dad for a tow. And then I should really go back with him. I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, I’m sorry about your car!” And my evening.

“Here. I bought stuff for dinner. You can still take it.”

A bag of groceries with a baguette and a bottle of wine sticking out. I’m crying on the inside.

“How long until he gets here?” I ask.

“Twenty minutes probably.”

“Okay.” I take the bag of groceries and put them in my car then lean in for a kiss. At first his lips are tense, but they soften as I work my tongue into his mouth and gently bite his bottom lip. “I’m sorry you’re so stressed,” I say and push my body against him.

He takes his hands and gently massages my ass under my short sun dress. He’s caressing the spot where my thigh ends, dangerously close to my pussy.

He reaches his other hand up and traces a circle over my dress around my very sensitive nipple. I can’t help but gasp a little in his mouth.

At this point, we’re both breathing heavily, but the part of my brain that wasn’t consumed by sex took a moment to assess the surroundings. We were very much outdoors. Very much next to a main road. And very much next to someone’s house.

It’s late though, and there is maybe a car speeding past every five minutes. And my open car door somewhat shields us. And the houses are so big that there’s a huge yard between us and anyone’s window.

And I like being fucked outside.

I feel his hard on against my leg, and I slip my hand down to rub him over his pants. He lets out a moan and pinches my nipple hard. Then i fiddle with his belt for an awkward moment before pulling out his cock and giving it a loving stroke.

“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, and it’s my turn to moan.

I run my hand up and down his painfully hard cock, varying my pressure and rhythm. His soft moans tell me it’s working.

Then he yanks down my underwear to my knees and roughly sticks a finger inside me. I’m jelly.

“Are you my good slut, baby?” He whispers in my ear before sucking on my ear lobe. My weakness.

“Yes, yes, sir,” I pant out.

“Good.”

He takes my head and pushes me down on my knees. I’m kneeling on warm cement, my underwear still around my knees, and I suck his cock like my life depends on it. I’m still not good at deep throating at this point, but I make up for it with creative tongue and the help of my hand.

“God, you’re such a good slut.” This encouragement just makes me bob faster, until he grabs my head and face fucks me, his head looking left and right to make sure no one is coming.

Then he pulls me up and positions one of my legs so I have one leg propped on the car. He positions himself underneath me and eases himself inside me.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.”

All I can do is moan as he bottoms out in me. We just hold there for a moment, appreciating the gentle breeze and the feeling of having him inside me, stretching me out. Then we both remember the time constraint we’re under, and he starts to fuck me. Hard and fast.

I’m struggling to keep quiet, and he puts his hand over my mouth. I start to suck on one of his fingers, and we hold eye contact as he slams into me over and over, hitting every good spot inside me.

I can tell he’s getting closer by the way his breathing is getting ragged and his thrusts more sporadic. So I take his finger out of my mouth and whisper, “Please cum in me, daddy. I need it. I need your cum.”

That does it, and he spasms and braces himself against the car as he comes hard inside me.

I fall back into the car, and he stumbles back and leans against the car. We both look at each other and giggle. He quickly zips himself back up, and I hike up my drenched panties.

Probably two minutes later his step dad pulled in and I introduced myself very politely as a good friend.

He blew me a kiss as he got in the truck.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wbjf7o/roadside_assistance_fm