Suddenly, there was a loud bang. I could feel myself losing control of the car and I swerved, trying to avoid letting the soft shoulder suck me too far into the ditch. At last the car stopped my foot heavy on the brake. For a few minutes, I just sat in the driver’s seat, gasping for breath and tightly gripping the steering wheel, as I tried to compose myself. Then, as my breathing stabilized I slowly started to get out of the car.

Car trouble
, I call her Bev had been so sweet, I thought as I drove down the dark highway. Bev was the girl of my dreams, five foot six, one hundred and thirty five pounds, long wavy ebony hair, flowing down her backless sundress. She has high cheekbones, like she has some Indian blood, bright blue eyes and full red painted cupid-bow lips. I could feel myself getting hard in my slacks just thinking about her.
I’m Aaron Markem and I’m twenty two years old, six foot one, one hundred and ninety pounds, dark-hair, brown eyes and I have a solid eight inch rock hard uncut cock. One of my earlier girlfriends claimed that I could drive nails with it. I’m a well-rounded person. I ride a motorcycle, love all kinds of music, and have an artistic side to me that very few are aware of.

Wiggling uncomfortably on the seat, I looked out the front windshield then glanced in the rearview mirror. My car was the only one on the road for miles. No one was around. Slipping my hand down into my lap, I unzipped my slacks and pulled out my hard cock. With a groan, I started stroking it as I thought about Bev. Of her ruby lips against mine, my hands on the smooth skin of her back as I held her on the dance floor. If only I’d had another hour with her, I’m sure I would have had her panties off.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang. I could feel myself losing control of the car and I swerved, trying to avoid letting the soft shoulder suck me too far into the ditch. At last the car stopped my foot heavy on the brake. For a few minutes, I just sat in the driver’s seat, gasping for breath and tightly gripping the steering wheel, as I tried to compose myself. Then, as my breathing stabilized I slowly started to get out of the car.
As I shakily walked around to the front of the car, I thought to myself, “What the hell had just happened?” Then I looked down, dropped to my knees in shock. “Bleep. I blew a fucking tire and I don’t even have a spare. Son-of-a…”

Slamming my hand down on the hood as I moaned, “I’m screwed. How the hell am I going to get home now?”
The only reason I’d left Bev’s so early was because I’d had to get home in time to get a good nights sleep so I’d be well rested for an interview in Dallas. The party we’d gone to was closer to her house than to the city. So even though there was a chance I could have gotten laid if I’d stayed at her house, it hadn’t made sense. It was better to just go home and get up for the interview all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

And now, this. “Son of a bitch,” I screamed at the sky. It was so late that very few cars were passing on the freeway. And I didn’t even have my cell phone with me. Well, I thought, maybe I can wave someone down and they’ll call a tow-truck for me. If not, maybe they’d give me a ride home, I thought. As I watched the approaching lights of the very next car, I put out my hands and started waving frantically.

”Wow,” I thought. “I don’t believe it. The first car I waved at is stopping.”
Slowly the car pulled over and stopped in front of mine. I stayed near the open driver-side door, just in case some crazy wacko got out, intent on killing me. I’d rather take my chances inside my car, than out.

But the person who got out of the other car didn’t look anything like a wacko.
The first thing I saw was her heels, tall black stilettos. Then, I saw the curve of both her calves. She wasn’t wearing stockings but her bare skin in the moonlight was smooth creamy beige. Next came her thighs, half hidden by a tight black skirt that was all business, no slits.
Finally, she stood up. She was tall, around five foot nine with white-blonde hair and dark painted eyes. Her hair was finely styled and flowed in waves to her shoulders and was evenly brushed to a high sheen. Her lips were dark ruby red and moist. And I could smell her expensive perfume already.

Standing up, she stood beside her car, watching me carefully. Then she called out. “Do you need help?”
I squinted at the woman in the dark, the only light that of my headlights and the red taillights from her car. “Well, do you have a phone? Maybe if you could just call a tow truck, I’ll be okay.”

“Sure, I can do that,” she laughed. Then, when she sat back down in her car and started fishing around in her purse, I stared at her long bare legs.
Bev was a knock out but damn, this lady was stunning, a real babe. Bev was the kind of girl that you married, but this lady was the kind you wrapped around you like a bandage and had as many ways as possible, all at once.
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Standing up again, she waved her phone at me. “I called the best company I know of. They should be here in about forty-five minutes?”
Chewing my lip, I leaned dejectedly against my car. Forty-five minutes? That was going to be a long wait. Oh well, at least it was summer, so it wouldn’t be freezing.
“You going to be okay out here?” the lady called. As I looked up at her, she moved a bit closer, leaving the safety of her own car.
“Yeah, I should be okay. Thanks for stopping, though. I really appreciate it,” I gratefully said.

“I’d give you a ride, but I really can’t allow strangers in my car. Sorry,” she explained and then with a slight blush looked away. Then she looked back at me and smiled.
“I understand. I’m just glad you stopped, instead of leaving me stranded.”
She nodded and then walked closer to me. As we talked, I noticed she was eyeing me up and down as she came over to me. “I’ll wait with you, if you like?” she offered in a soft voice, her eyes locked on my body instead of my face.
“Uh, yeah, sure OK. Sure, yeah, that’d be great,” I almost stammered. “It’s going to be an awfully long wait if I have to sit here alone.”

With a smile, she looked up at me for a couple of minutes and then she moved around to the front of my car and pulled herself up on the hood. As I watched, she slid casually back and leaned on the windshield. Again I was amazed at how really gorgeous she was.

What the hell, I thought; feeling only a tiny stab of guilt when I looked at the gorgeous stranger and my body reacted. Quickly, I hoped up onto the hood and slid over next to her.
“Were you downtown?” she asked.
“Nah, I was in Grand Prairie on a date, but…”
“You had to get back this way? Closer to Dallas for tomorrow?”
With a nod, I asked, “How about you?”
“Date,” the girl answered, then she looked around and added, “Didn’t pan out though.”

“No?” I asked curiously. When she mentioned she’d been on a date, I was pretty sure she wouldn’t be interested in me. But now it appeared that things hadn’t gone quite so perfectly for her, either.

“Nah,” she sighed, shaking her head.
“Didn’t get lucky either, huh?” I offered quietly.

It was hard to tell but she appeared to blush as she turned and met my eyes and answered, “Nope.”

Pretending to look at the stars, I smiled contentedly as I breathed in her intoxicating aroma of her perfume. “Well, the night’s still young,” I added.

The enchanting stranger looked at me and with a smile purred, “Yes. It is. And so are we.”
Facing the girl I said softly, “Old enough to know better.”

Boldly she put a hand against my cheek and as I watched, licked her lips and moved closer. Then finishing my thought, she added, “And young enough to do it again.”
“Twice,” I came back.

The instant our lips met was electrical and a fire starter. Simultaneously we both drew closer together, pressing our bodies were against each other. Confidently I slipped her blouse off and started to caress her naked breasts, as I marveled at how perfectly they fit into my hands.... CONTINUE READING FULL EPISODE HERE - http://celebrityvibez.com/must-read-car-trouble-21-a-short-sex-story/