Fender Bend(Her) Over
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"Listen," he said, "I hate to do this, but I'd really like to avoid going through the insurance companies for this little fender-bender. Maybe we could exchange information and I could pay you directly instead, after you get estimates to fix the damage, of course? Maybe there could be someway we could work that out? Maybe something I could do for you to help the process along?"
I was breathing heavy now and didn't care one bit about the damage to my car at the moment. I thought about answering his questions with the first things that came to mind.
You can work something out for me all right...
You can get inside this car and put your mouth all over my pussy...
You can spread my legs in the backseat and slide your hard cock inside me...
I shook my head at those thoughts, trying to play it as cool as possible.
"I can think of a few things you can do for me." I smiled my most sensual smile, hoping against hope he would pick up my signals. I placed my hand against his arm. "Maybe you can come inside and sit down and we can talk about...a few of the things you can do for me."
Oh my God, I thought. This is so unlike how I am at all! I'm never this direct.
Angie's words came to mind. "It's going to be a hell of a next few hours."
"Of course," the man said, a smile sneaking onto his face. "My name's Troy, by the way."
"Katie," I said. And I couldn't help but lick my lips.
I watched Troy as he came around the front of my vehicle like a lion watches a gazelle in the wild. Every single part of me was throbbing with anticipation. Every fiber in my body was yearning to be touched. He slid opened the passenger door and slid into the seat.
I didn't waste anytime. "So," I said, placing one hand gently on his thigh. "Let's talk about how you are going to repay me for rear-ending my car." I looked up at him and stared into his cool green eyes.
He had a slight smile on his face, not too eager, not turned off—just right.
I rubbed my hand up and down his thigh, getting closer and closer to his cock.
"Well," he started. "First, I'd like to just say how sorry I am for—"
This was going too slow. "No-no-no-no," I said stroking his leg higher and higher. I leaned across the center console and whispered in his ear. "I don't want an apology. I want to know what you are going to do for me." And then it just sort of slipped out. "Are you going to eat my pussy? Or finger-fuck me until I come?" Then I placed my hand on his cock.
His cock felt like heaven in my hands. It was already hard and bulging through his pants.
Troy stared at me for a moment. I wasn't sure if he thought I was crazy and would run screaming from the car or if he were mulling over his options. But then he said, as cool and collected as can be, "I'll give you something more than just my fingers."
And then our lips touched. His kiss was smooth and wet and perfect. I worked him out of his pants and as soon as I felt his warm hard cock in my hands, I wanted to melt. It all felt so wrong to be doing this with a perfect stranger, but so right at the same time. And at that moment, I couldn't help but feel as though Angie was right. I needed this. I needed to inject a little excitement, spontaneity, random-casual sex into my life to get things jump-started. And so far, this was the perfect way to do just that.
I buried my face in his crotch, opening my mouth wide and taking him all in. He tasted amazing. I worked his cock with my hands while I bobbed my head up and down, taking particular care every now and again to tease his tip by making little circles around it with my tongue. Meanwhile, he slid my shorts and panties down from my waist and wrapped his arm around my leg, finding my cunt and spreading my folds wide so he could slide his fingers inside me.
Having his fingers inside me caused my body to seize up. It was almost too much to bear. I thrust my hips against his fingers and worked him in and out of my mouth at the same time. But then he quickened his pace and all I could hear was the palm of his hand slapping my ass every time he fingered me.
I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. All I could do was follow my body's desires and allow him to take me, to use me as he wished.
"Come for me, baby. Come for me." Hearing him say this almost made me finish right then and there. But I knew that I wouldn't be satisfied unless I had his cock inside me.
I pulled my head up and whispered in his ear. "Fuck me," I said. "Fuck me, hard." It came out more commanding than I had intended. However, the drug coursing through my system was turning me into a little nymphet that needed to be pleased.
I repositioned myself so that I was sitting on his lap in the passenger seat and facing the same way he was. Then, I lowered the back of the seat so that we were more horizontal in the car, my entire body on top of him and my legs pressed up against the dash board.
As soon as he was repositioned, he spread my legs and slid himself inside me. As soon as his cock entered me, I saw stars. I still had my shirt on, but Troy had one hand down my bra and was cupping my breast, squeezing me tight while he thrust himself inside me. All I could feel was his firm, toned body, his warm, perfect skin, rubbing up against mine.
Then I could feel the waves of climax coming on—my whole body became hot, my breathing labored, every part of my being was craving, desiring, needing. "H-h-harder," I stammered between breaths. "H-h-harder."
He quickened his pace, sliding his moistened cock in and out of my pussy. The hard slapping sounds of our bodies in the throes of love-making filled the car.
He grunted as he started to come. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me. And that was what did it. That was what pushed me over the edge.
I felt the contractions inside of me rise up inside of me like a wave. They coursed through my body, sending waves of ecstasy that caused me to shudder. I moaned. I wailed. I came.
Finally, his thrusts slowed. Our bodies relaxed. And soon it was just the two of us, sweaty and hot, coming down from the pleasure we had given each other. And for the first time in six months, I realized I didn't need Ryan in my life.
Angie was right, I thought. This was just what I needed.
Finally, I opened my eyes and so did Troy.
We stared intently into each other's eyes.
"How about we go back to my place and go for round two?" I asked.
He smiled, nodded, and we both completely forgot about our little fender bender.
Fender Bend(Her) Over
Faye Ryan
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