A Ride To Remember

As I was driving home from work, I noticed a car pulled off to the side of the road. Just a mile or so down the road, I noticed a woman walking. Assuming the car to be hers, I rolled down my window and asked, "Hi, ma'am. Is that your car back there? Do you need help?"

"Yeah. My tire is flat."

"Well I have a cell phone if you'd like to call someone. Or I can change your tire."

"I don't know. I mean, I don't have any cash to pay you anything."

"Ah, you don't have to pay me. I've been there. I'll change it for free.

"Thanks."

"Well, hop in."

After she had climbed into the passenger seat, I turned around and drove back to her car.

"Can you open the trunk so I can get your spare?"

"Sure."

After she opened her trunk, I began removing the spare.

"Uh oh"

"That don't sound good," she replied.

"It's not. Your spare is flat."

"Oh no."

"Well, I have my cell phone, if you'd like to call someone to come get you. I can even wait with you until they get here."

"I don't have anyone to call. I'm just transferred to UGA and haven't made many friends yet."

"I hate to leave you out here. Where are you going?"

"Home."

"Where do you live?"

"In Arbor Creek."

"I go by there on my way home. I can give you a ride."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure."

"Thanks," she said as we got back in my car.

"What's your major?"

"Art."

"Cool. By the way, I'm Keith."

"I'm Ashley."

"Nice to meet you Ashley."

"Nice to meet you, too. You're the first person I've seen in this neighborhood that isn't over 40."

"I know. It is a mostly older community. But it's a short drive to Athens and not overpopulated by drunk college students--no offense."

"None taken," she said, laughing. "So, I'm guessing your out of college based on what you just said."

"Yeah, I'm probably old compared to you. I'm 30."

"Not too much older. I'm 22."

We chatted a little more as I drove her home. As we pulled into the subdivision I asked, "Which way?"

She pointed out which direction and then to her house as we approached saying, "That one."

"Well, here we are. Good luck with your car."

"Thanks."

As she was walking away she turned and asked, "Hey, do you want to come in and wash the grease off your hands?"

"I did get slightly dirty messing with that spare. Sure, if you don't mind."

She pointed me towards the bathroom as we walked into the house. I needed to relieve myself of the water I drank while at work, so I decided to do so while I was in the bathroom. As I was finishing up the bathroom door opened.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. I thought you were just washing your hands. I was going to ask if you wanted something to drink before you left. Oh my god. I'm ...." She was having trouble finding something else to say as she was embarrassed that she had walked in on someone who was still pretty much a stranger to her.

"It's OK. I should've asked if it was OK to use the restroom while I was here or been smart and locked the door."

"I...I..." She stopped and giggled as she looked down.

It was then that I noticed in the process of being walked in on that I had forgotten to put my cock back in my pants. So, there I was "hanging out" in front of her.

"Oh no. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to flash you," I said, turning embarrassed myself now.

It was then that I finally took the time to notice her. She was quite a nice looking woman. She had chestnut brown hair just past her shoulders, stood at about 5'5, looked to weigh about 130 and had the cutest smile I'd seen in a while. I then caught myself looking her over, noticing how her denim shorts left most of her tan legs uncovered and how her t-shirt stopped just above her navel.

"Like what you see?" she said as she smiled and pointed.

It was then that I realized my cock had began to grow hard as I looked her over.

"I'm sorry. I should probably go," I said.

"It's OK. It's actually not one to be ashamed of."

"Really? It's only 6 inches. Definitely nothing to brag about."

"It's really thick, though."

"You just haven't seen many," I replied laughing.

"I almost feel like I should show you my tits to be fair," she said laughing.

"Only if I can touch them," I joked back.

"Do I get to touch yours?"

"Sure you can touch my tits. But they aren't as nice as yours I'm sure," I quipped.

By this time I was fully erect thinking about what she would look like fully nude.

About that time, she reached down and began to stroke my hard cock. "Wow, it's really hard."

"And all because of you," I said.

"Let's get out of the bathroom," she said, leading me to the living room. "Have a seat," she said as she removed her shirt and bra, revealing a nice pair of B cup breasts.

"Is it my turn to touch?," I asked.

"Sure," she said as she sat next to me.

I leaned over and began massaging both her breasts. "Very nice," I said. I then leaned in and gently sucked her left nipple. Getting no rejection, I moved on to the right. As I continued to suck and gently nibble her nipples, a soft moan escaped her lips. It was then that I looked up and saw her head back with eyes closed.

I began to kiss my way down her body now. As I reached her navel, I paused, expecting her to stop me at any minute. But, she didn't. I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down her legs, tossing them aside. Pulling her panties to the side, I began to gently lick her soft mound. "Oh, that feels so good," she said.

As her excitement grew, so did the moistness of her pussy. Her clit began to peek out from under the hood. It was then that I inserted one finger into her now wet pussy. Working up a steady rhythm with my finger as I continued to lick and gently suck her moist pussy lips, I alternated between her slit and her clit.

It wasn't long before her breathing became hastened and her body tightened. Soon, thereafter my face was drenched with her juices as she reached her climax. "Oh hell yeah," she said as she smiled. "Your turn."

As I got up and sat on the couch she went to her knees, and pulled my pants and boxers down in one swift motion. Her mouth engulfed my hard member and soon she worked up a rhythm bobbing up and down on my swollen cock. "Wow. You have talent," I said as she continued her oral assault.

I was wondering how long I could hold out when she stopped. "Wait right here," she said. A few seconds later she returned with a condom in hand. She had removed her panties while she was gone.

Without a word, she rolled the condom onto my cock and straddled me. She then slowly slid onto my prick until ever inch was inside her. She lifted herself up until just the tip was in and slowly slid back down to the hilt again. She did this 3 or 4 times before she began to ride me harder. I kissed her breasts as the bounced in my face, holding on to her hips as she bounced up and down on my raging hard-on.

Our moans mixed together as we became lost in our lustful moment. After several minutes of having her riding my hard cock, we switched positions and I re-entered her missionary style. I worked up to a nice pace rubbing her clit as I thrusted repeatedly into her hot love tunnel. Finally, I began to feel that tale-tell tingling in my balls. About that time she screamed out, "I'm gonna cum." As she came, it sent me over the edge and I unloaded one of the biggest loads I've ever produced into the condom. We lay there for a few minutes, me still inside her. I then pulled out and removed the condom, disposing of it.

We both got dressed and soon afterwards I said, "Well, I better go."

"Yeah, I need to call a tow truck for my car," she said.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Ashley. Or should I say nice to eat you?" After a brief laugh from her, I added, "I know. That was cheesy."

"Same to you. Feel free to come back again sometime. You know where I live now."

"Oh I will. Let me give you my cell number."

We exchanged phone numbers and I headed home for the day.