I’m shivering, soaking wet and annoyed. The torrential rain beats down on me as though taunting me for not wearing a coat.
I stand still taking in my surroundings, the annoyance slowly turning into anxiety. There are no street lights, It’s pitch black, aside from the occasional car that whizzes past me and my broken down car.
I look around in the darkness. What if there was a person lurking over the verge? What if an unknown car pulls over?
I hug myself and take a few deep breaths. I pull out my phone and curse myself looking at the 10% battery. Thank god I had enough battery to call the breakdown recovery number.
I wait. Minutes pass that feel like hours. I am on the verge of crying when finally I see the tow truck approach.
I smile as I watch him get out of the vehicle, large umbrella at the ready. I rush over to him, shouting, “Thank goodness you’re here!” I am so happy to see him I lose myself for a moment and find myself reaching out to hug him. As I wrap my hands around this stranger’s waist I see him up close and realise this guy is cute. In fact he is more than cute. He is outrageously hot.
I pull back as I realise how inappropriate that was especially as I’m wet from the rain. “Erm, I take it you’re Marina?” He asks rather amused.
“Yep, that’s me. I’m sorry, I’m so happy to see you!” I say, my teeth starting to chatter. He smiles, “Look at you, you’re soaked. Do you have any spare clothes?” I shake my head and huddle closer to him under the umbrella.
“I tell you what, hold this. I’ll be back in a minute.” He passes the umbrella to me and climbs into the cab. I watch in shock as he takes off his jumper. Is he really going to give me his clothes? My mouth gapes open as I see him peel off his t-shirt, revealing some tight abs underneath. He seems oblivious to me watching him and slides back out of the cab under the umbrella.
“Get in and put these on. I can’t stand seeing you like that. I’ll get the car loaded.” He hands me his soft, warm clothes and walks towards my car.
I climb in and smile as I feel an immediate warmth inside the cab. I slip off my sopping wet jumper. I shudder as I unhook my bra, noticing the heat slowly softening my hard nipples. I glance over into the side mirror and see his is busy and not looking in my direction.
As I slide on his t-shirt I am immediately engrossed by his scent. It rouses something in me. My nipples are erect once more, but this time for a different reason. I look down and see them standing proudly beneath his white t-shirt.
I look for him in the rear view mirror once more. I cannot see him. I jump as he opens his door. He laughs. His smile is incredible and adds to his sexiness.
He looks over at me and I notice him glance down at my chest for just for a second. “Let’s get you home.” He winks at me and then pulls onto the road.
I realise I am no longer in a rush to go home. I feel a stirring throughout. His body. His smile. His scent. Him coming to my rescue. My body aches and I want him to know it.
I undo the button and flies on my jeans and start wriggling to pull them down. I watch him to see his reaction. He looks taken aback, “What are you doing?”
“My jeans are soaked. I have to take them off.” I say, revealing a tiny purple lace thong as I slide them off.
He gawks at me for a second and stares at my little undies, before placing his eyes back on the road.
His silence is all I need to carry on. “And my undies. I have to take them off too.” I look over at him, as I slide off my thong slowly. “Look at that. They are soaking wet.” I say holding them up.
He takes an audible breath in as he dares to look over at me holding my wet thong, wearing nothing but his t-shirt, nipples bursting through.
I look down. He is throbbing through his trousers. I’d love to see what’s under there.
I lift my feet up onto the seat and let my knees fall apart. “Mmm, It’s so nice and warm in here.” He looks over once more, his concentration lost as he notices the obvious glistening of my already wet pussy in the dim light of the cab.
“I really am soaked through. Look how wet I am.” I slide my fingers onto my pussy, playing with the strands of wetness, lifting them up and rubbing them in between my fingers.
“I’d better take care of this before I get home.” I say sliding two fingers effortlessly in. I look over at him. He looks fit to burst. He pulls over in a dark lay by. He switches on the light. He wants to see me. Properly.
I spin around so he has a full view. I look at his hot body and his hidden hard cock. My breathing gets faster as I fuck myself hard. The sounds of my fingers entering me make me gush even more and my hand is soaking wet.
He watches with lust, but does not touch himself. I stare at him as I move my other hand onto my clit, fingers rubbing furiously whilst the other fucks hard.
His returned look of lust brings me to the edge and I cum hard all over my hands, thrusting up and down with each wave.
You smile at me, turn back to the wheel and start the engine.
I am impressed by his restraint and also disappointed I didn’t get to see what was underneath those trousers.
We drive to mine in silence. I steadily put my jeans back on.
He drops me and the car off. Before he leaves I say, “What about your t-shirt?” My look on my face reveals my desire for him.
“Keep it as a souvenir. Maybe I’ll ask for it back one day. Now I know where you live.” He winks at me and I watch him drive away.
I lift his shirt to my face and inhale gently. It’s time to go inside. I am soaking wet once again.
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