Heading home after another routine day at work, and it’s nearly dusk. Traffic’s a bitch, but you’re basically on autopilot, just trying to get where you’re going. Thinking about nothing, absently listening to some pop song playing on the radio. Wondering what’s for dinner, what mood she’ll be in when you get home, trying to recall the last time you got laid and really enjoyed it. Without even realizing it, you’ve exited the highway, getting closer now, enjoying the contrast between interstate and countryside. It’s a pretty evening and you decide to take the long way, enjoying the feel of your truck, the window open, the balmy temperature encouraging you to waste some time.
Ahead on the side of the road, a car with its flashers on and hood open. You can’t see the driver, but you shake your head in sympathy as smoke rises from the engine. You pull alongside and make eye contact with her…and decide to pull over to offer some assistance. She’s clearly both upset and perplexed; you correctly guess that auto repair is not her strong suit.
You offer to take a look and she gratefully steps back to grant you access. You check a few things, tighten some connections, and suggest she try to turn it over. Nothing. Out of ideas, you suggest she call for roadside assistance, and she does. It’s going to be 45 minutes; you offer to wait with her. Dusk is deepening and it will be dark soon. You invite her to wait in your truck.
As you hold the door open for her, you can’t help but appreciate the curves outlined by her gym outfit. She’s clearly commando under her leggings. Her sports bra and tank leave little to the imagination. You appreciate a girl who’s working on getting and staying fit. You slam the door and head to the driver’s side with a little smile playing around your lips. This certainly isn’t routine! A welcome diversion.
Hopping into the cab, you ask if she’d like to listen to the radio while you wait. She smiles shyly and says to put whatever on. She’s looking you up and down out of the corner of her eye, you can tell. You sit in silence, but it’s companionable, not awkward at all. The sun sets and you both remark on it. You make the usual small talk. She’s older than you, her husband is out of town tonight. She lives not too far from you. She works. Her kids are grown. You both share the polite details common when meeting a stranger. Eventually, the conversation lulls, but strangely, tension builds. She keeps glancing at you, then looking away. It occurs to you…she’s into you, and she’s kinda hot.
You turn to her and find her staring at you. And it’s the simplest thing in the world to lean forward and kiss her, tentatively at first, deepening the kiss when she responds, and suddenly it’s all tongues and hands and skin and damn. You’re forcing her bra down, torturing her nipples with your thumbs and then your mouth. You slip your hand beneath her waistband, finding her pussy and discovering that she is so wet, so ready when you plunge two fingers into her.
Your cock is about to burst through your jeans and she can feel you hard against her. She pushes you away and you think for a minute maybe she just got carried away and she’s thought better of it. You sit back and try to steady your breathing, wondering what in hell you’re gonna do about the raging hard on. But then her hands are on you, stroking you through your jeans, fumbling with the button, the zipper, reaching inside to pull your rock hard cock out and before you know what’s hit you, she’s on you and you are so deep in her mouth you moan out loud.
She begins to lick and suck, starting at the base and going to the tip, alternating the flat of her tongue and the tip, licking and sucking, nibbling gently along the shaft, swirling her tongue around the head, licking the precum off you like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. She’s moaning and squirming and her enjoyment is evident, which just makes the whole thing hotter and more surreal for you. Your hand moves to the back of her head and you lace your fingers in her hair, pushing her deeper into your lap, thrusting your cock deeper into her mouth. Her head bobs up and down and you can’t help but meet her, thrust into her warm, wet mouth, again and again.
The tension inside you starts to build and build and…fuck, in the distance behind you, you see flashing lights and you realize the tow truck is approaching. You grab her head with both hands, fucking her mouth faster, desperate to cum into that wetness. She looks up and can see the glow of the lights approaching and realizes the urgency. She takes you deep into her mouth, sucking you in an indescribably good way and you moan as you start to cum, spurting over and over as she swallows every fucking drop. She licks you clean as the truck pulls in behind you and sits up, straightening her clothing and smoothing her just fucked hair.
The tow truck driver approaches your window as you’re zipping up and asks if you called for a tow. She says it’s for her and hops out of the truck, giving you a brief smile and a wave as she closes the door. You never even got her name, her number.
As you drive off into the night, you run your fingers over your lip and smell her sweet pussy juices and smile. So much for “routine!”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8sl47y/roadside_assistance_mf