Driving Nude

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Hog57
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It was late. I had just closed a nice deal. I work from my home office so I rarely wear much since I live alone. My last girlfriend left saying I worked too much and played to little. I thought about that a lot after she left. She is right. I had spent the last dozen years since college making boatloads of money, but hadn't done much of anything I would call fun. So I decided to take a drive and clear my head.

I went to the garage. Selected the keys to my old Nova, grabbed a towel and drove off. From the title of this story you may gather that I took the towel because I was naked. You would be correct.

I was driving along listening to the classic radio station, when I spotted something up ahead. As I got closer I could tell it was a tall woman. She was covered in mud and barely wearing anything. For a second I considered that I was naked and that could be taken wrong by the police. What was I to do though? She was obviously in need of help. I pulled the towel out from under me and put it on my lap. So I pulled the Nova over and without being offered she pulled the door open and jumped into my car.

"Drive" she said.

For the next five minutes she told me where to turn and kept looking over her shoulder to be sure we weren't being followed I guessed.

When she finally seemed to think we were in the clear, she asked, "Are you naked?"

"Uh, yes, sorry. I was just out driving trying to clear my head after working a very long day."

"Do you have another towel or a shirt or something. My clothes seem to have seen better days. They were ripped to shreds after I went through some sticker bushes."

"I only have the one towel, but if you want it it is yours."

"Well, I would like to get this mud and stuff off of me and find out if I am bleeding much or just scratched to smithereens." With that she grabbed my towel and began wiping the mud from her face.

"I must ask, should I call the police? Did someone attack you?"

"No, please don't call the police. There is no need. Lets just say a date went badly, but no so bad that the police need to be involved."

The more I saw of her the more I realized that she was bleeding from a few wounds. "I think I should take you back to my house and get you cleaned up. I would take you to the emergency room, but I don't want to answer a lot of questions about driving around naked with a mostly naked bleeding woman in my car. Sorry. And the cuts don't look very deep."

"Thank you. I understand your point. I also don't want to have to answer a bunch of questions about being a mostly naked bleeding woman. You don't live far I trust?"

"Not very far, no. Just a few more minutes driving." We drove on until I saw my mailbox. I turned into my driveway and pushed the gate closed button and then the garage door open button. We got out of the car and looked at each other. From what I could see she was at least 6' 3" with almost black hair and sapphire blue eyes and breasts to complement her stature. OK, they were at least a DD cup. Me, I am 5'10, green eyes, in reasonable condition, and weigh in at a measly 160lbs.

"Come lets get you cleaned-up. There is a shower just over there in the corner. Sorry it isn't private. Mostly it is just me here and that was built to satisfy OSHA. In case I get drenched in coolant or oil or something."

She nodded and went to the shower and began pealing off her clothes. "I expect you don't mind me just stripping these rags off. After all you are butt naked."

"Not at all."

"You can just toss everything into the trashcan. I don't want a reminder of tonight. And, besides they are ruined anyway." She turned the OSHA shower on and stepped under the cold water. The forceful shower quickly washed the mud from her body. When she was stripping her clothes off, she had been moving, bending over and such. Now she was just standing under the water. What a vision. She could have been a bikini model. She had long legs, a flat stomach, and her breasts though large barely sagged. Though they did move quit nicely.

She saw me looking at her and smiled. "Enjoying the view? I don't mind. I work hard to keep this body looking like this. I've been trying to break into modeling, but I won't fuck the guys handing out the modeling contracts so I don't get one."

"That is a shame they wont sign you to a contract. You are a smoking hot woman if you don't mind me saying so."

"Thank you. But I knew I had your vote before you said that. Your dick has been pointing at the ceiling for the last six minutes. It is a nice dick in case nobody ever told you."

"Thank you. Uh, we do have a dilemma though. None of my clothes are going to fit you. I would offer you a bathrobe, but I don't have any. And my towels might not be big enough to work either."

"Well, what to do? Firstly can you check me for serious cuts?"

"Oh, yes of course. Follow me over to the bench. The First Aid Kit is just over here."

"So here we are, sitting in my garage. We are both naked and I haven't even introduced myself. Hello, I am Zachary Smith. This is of course my home. Or at least my garage."

"Michele Klink, pleased to meet you. You have a very nice garage. With some very nice cars. I am sorry I got mud all over the seat of your car."

"Yes, after I treat your cuts and scrapes I will clean up the Nova."

"I can do that. It was my mess that messed up you car."

"Nonsense. But if you want to help I will be happy to accept."

"Deal."

"OK, turn away from me. I'll check your back." At first I looked her over from head to foot looking for any serious cuts. Not seeing anything too serious, nothing more than simple bandages wouldn't fix. I looked again at her bare back, legs and bottom. "I don't see anything too serious yet. I'll need to rub some ointment all over your backside and put some bandages on a few, but you were lucky I guess that it wasn't worse. I must say however, that the view from here is just as good as it was before you turned around."

"Again I appreciate the complement. Do you have a spare towel?"

I went to the cupboard and got her a dry towel. She tried to wrap it around herself, but it was just too small. Not even long enough to secured around her waist let alone her bust.

"Oh, well. Looks like I will be naked for awhile. Do you mind?"

"Not at all. Having a beautiful woman naked in my house is my most favorite dream. Now, let me check you for more injuries. Please sit down and I will check your feet." She sat on my mechanics stool and I kneeled on the floor with one of her feet on my knee. Again, remaining professional until I had checked both feet. Given our positions I couldn't help but look up and see her cunt. Don't judge me harshly because I call her womanhood a cunt. To me it is a term I use for the glorious flower that is woman. Hers is perfect to me. Devoid of pubic hair and slightly open. I don't know if her slightly open state was the way she always was or if in our present situation she is excited.

"Your feet need to be wrapped. I'll spread some ointment on them then wrap them. You should not walk on them for a day or so."

"Am I to be your captive now?" Michele looked to be half worried and half amused.

"No you are free to go if that is your wish. I will take you anywhere you want to go or call a taxi for you if that is your wish. My vote is for you to be my guest for as long as you would care to remain here. But it is your vote that counts not mine."

"I will think about that. Firstly though, would you continue with the First Aid? I seem to be bleeding on your floor a bit."

Really, most of her injuries had stopped bleeding already so there were just a few that needed more than just an application of antiseptic ointment. I went for my supplies, cleaned and dressed her wounds, then escorted her to my living room and the couch. I would have liked to be a real gentleman and carry her to the couch, but she weighed at least as much as me and I am not fit enough to carry her more than a few feet without dropping her. I had to settle for her throwing an arm around my shoulders and my arm around her naked waist to help take all the pressure off her feet.

"Thank you kind sir." She said after we got her to the couch.

"Do you want a blanket or something to cover-up?"

"What is the point? You have seen up close every inch of me already. And I am comfortable naked with you. And wrapping myself up in a sheet just seems like too much effort. You don't plan on getting dressed do you? Please don't. I like the way you look."

"If that is your wish, I will of course remain naked. I am usually naked at home. Except when I have company of course. I'll make an exception in your case, since you asked so nicely. Oh, where are my manners? Would you like anything to eat or drink?"

"Please. Something light would be nice. My date ended before dinner."

"Does a chef salad sound good? And what do you want to drink?"

"A chef salad sounds great. And just some ice water please. I want to stay sober."

"Sure, coming right up." I went to the fridge and pulled out everything I needed for the salad. And began chopping. Throwing it all into a salad bowl. Soon I had it all together and got her her ice water. Taking it all to the couch where she had turned sideways stretching her feet out. I put her water on the side table and gave her the salad bowl. She began eating like she hadn't eaten in a week. Michele soon gave me the empty bowl. "More?"

"No. That was just so good I just couldn't stop. And I have always been a fast eater. Growing up, if you didn't eat quickly your food got taken by the others."

That sounded odd to me. "Where did you grow up where you had to eat so fast? Were there a lot of people in your family?"

"I don't usually tell people, but I'm an orphan. I was left as a baby at the fire department. No idea who my parents are. Guess I wasn't anyone's idea of a beautiful baby as I was never adopted."

"Well, you are beautiful now. I can't imagine you weren't a beautiful baby. I am so sorry that your life had such a hard beginning."

"It wasn't all bad. I did have a friend that also didn't get adopted. We are best friends, but she lives across the country with her husband and kids. Not exactly close enough to come get me. Not that I want her to either. There is something about laying on your couch naked with you just right there also naked that feels perfect to me tonight. Unfortunately for us though all you and I are going to do tonight is talk and look. These cuts and scrapes are too annoying to me right now. That and the ointment is a bit distracting as well. But once I'm feeling better, you had better be ready. Because I am going to show you just how grateful I am to my handsome knight."

"Really, that is not necessary, but I will with all humility accept your gratitude. Mostly because your are almost blindingly beautiful and also I really really like you. I must be tired I seem to be using the same words over and over. I think it is time for bed. Are you ready?"

"Yes, I have had a full day. I am on low power right now. Help me to bed please."

I offered her my hand and pulled her to her feet and then we did the arm thing again so I could help her to the spare bedroom.

"This looks like a guest bedroom Zack! Take me to your bedroom please. I told you that once I am not all itchy and smelling of ointment we are going to knock boots, do the beast with two backs, screw or if I am lucky make love. I am not sleeping in the guest bedroom. Now nor never. I am sleeping in your bed. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." What could I do? The lady had spoken. I took her to my bed.

"Yes, this is the place." She smiled prettily as I set her down and pulled back the covers on my bed. She swiveled herself around and tucked her legs under the covers. She watched me as I went around the bed and climbed in. "You're too far away." She shifted towards me, wincing a bit from her injuries. "Much better." She was softly snoring in seconds. I, on the other hand didn't sleep much at all that night. I must have slept some, it is just I kept finding myself awake with no sense that I had been asleep between the times I was awake. Seems having this beautiful woman next to me in bed for the first time got my head spinning and my heart racing.

At about 5:00 AM in the morning, with apparently no intention of my brain letting me sleep any longer I got up quietly. I went into the kitchen to make some really strong coffee as I thought I might need lots of caffeine today. I turned on the business news channel and sipped my coffee.

Several hours later Michele made her debut for the morning.

"Good morning Zack. How long have you been up?"

"A few hours. I didn't wake you did I?"

"No, not unless you count your absence in bed as waking me up. Just don't do it too often, OK?"

"I can think of nothing that would give me greater pleasure than to sleep beside you all night. Well, mostly nothing. Since you are now awake, are you ready for breakfast?"

"I am. That salad last night was good. Can you also cook breakfast?"

"OK, I've shown you my limited cooking skills. How about you show me yours?"

"What have you got in the way of ingredients?"

"Everything is in the fridge or pantry. Have at it all if you wish."

"Good enough. You sit on the couch where I can see you while I work. Just a bit of inspiration for me." She smiled and I swear she winked.

She worked for about 15 minutes throwing together all manner of things from both the pantry and fridge. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing because of the raised counter that blocked my view. All I knew was the smell of her cooking was making my tummy anxious to eat her cooking.

"That smells awesome. Is it almost ready? I need a napkin to wipe my drool."

"And just why are you drooling? Is it the smell of my humble cooking or that you have been staring at my tits since I walked into the room?"

"But they very nice tits, and ass and cunt. Not trying to leave out your legs, tummy, hair, eyes, mouth, nose and most of all personality. Each part of you is very nice, but the whole is extraordinarily sexy. I can't believe how lucky I was to be the one to rescue you last night. I thank my lucky star that you can't wear my clothes. In my dreams you would never wear any clothes."

"Are you trying to make me your slave, Zack?"

"Never Michele. You are free to leave anytime you want. I just hope you never want to leave or get dressed."

"Naked? Really? Why would you want me to always be naked?" Michele smirked.

"I could say that because you are the woman I have been dreaming of for as long as I can remember. I could say that finding a nearly naked woman running along a road and rescuing her is every man's fantasy. But the truth is I just can't seem to get enough of you. And any clothes you might wear would only detract from your perfection."

Michele stood there for it seemed to her like an hour after Zack's confession. In fact it was at least ten seconds. Enough that their breakfast was beginning to smell a little like it was overcooking. "Oh, shit." She moved the pan off the burner. "Sorry, I think our breakfast is a bit scorched."

Breakfast was a bit scorched, but not ruined. I at it and watched her eating. I didn't even really taste what she cooked for us. I admit I was totally captivated by Michele.

"... you like it?"

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"Did you like the food?"

"I am sorry I don't even remember eating it. Seems I am distracted by you." That got me a thousand watt smile.

"Best excuse ever. Oh, we never cleaned-up your car. We can do that now if you want."

"And how are your feet? Let's take a look. Put your foot on my leg so I can see." She turned in her chair and put her right foot on my leg so I could remove the bandages I put on last night. I couldn't help but look further up her leg to her wonderfully beautiful cunt. I refocused my attentions to her lovely foot. I removed the old bandages. Most of the redness of her cuts was gone. "This one is healing nicely, a day or two more should be enough. Let me see your left foot now."

"Of course." She was teasing me again. She knew I had stared at her cunt. Her wonderfully beautiful cunt. "See anything good?"

"Everything." That got me a million watt smile. Which in turn caused my dick to properly say hello to Michele. I set about removing the old bandages and examining her wounds. "These cuts are not as bad. Just a little redness. Should be mostly healed by the morning if we keep you off of it. I'll go get some new bandages and ointment. Be right back. Stay there. Now walking around until you have them bandaged again."

"Yes sir!" She was smiling as she said it.

I was back in a flash with everything. I again had her foot on my leg and that awesome view of her wonderfully beautiful cunt. I got to the real work re-bandaging her feet. "All done. I'll help you to the couch so you can rest."

"I'm fine, really. I can walk."

"Nope, not going to happen. I'm helping you until I am sure your feet are back to 100%. I want you better fast. You can't be walking on your feet by yourself. If you do your cuts will not heal quickly or well."

"Uh-huh, you just want an excuse to hold me."

"Of course I like holding you. You are great and beautiful too. Now come on take my hand and stand-up. Grab on and here we go." Just like before, her arm was over my shoulder and mine was around her waist. Then as we were almost to the couch she stumbled a little and we went crashing onto the couch. Somehow I ended up behind her and she fell on top of me. My hand that had been around her waist was now full of a soft yet firm DD tit. I took some time fully inspecting her breast. I found no lumps. The scratches from last night were almost completely gone. Her nipple seemed to be reacting adequately to my touch. "I pronounce this breast to be quite healthy Michele."

"Glad to hear it. Is the other one just as healthy?"

Invitation accepted. I freed my other hand so as to inspect her remaining breast. To my joy it was also quite healthy. I may have inspected her breast for longer than was medically necessary, though she didn't seem to be complaining. This led to other events unfolding. Namely my dick. It was hard. And leaking all over her butt since she was sitting on my lap at the time. Luckily it was already hard when I was helping her to the couch or I think it would have been very uncomfortable had it been trapped beneath her in a downward position.

"Zack, that feels incredible please do not stop. You know your way around my boobs perfectly. You keep that up and I might stay right here all day, or maybe all month."

"I told you you could stay as long as you like last night."

"No you idiot. Here on the couch with you caressing my boobs."

"As you wish. Who is getting the better end of this deal? Me or you? I hope you think you are. Though I think maybe it might be me."

"Who cares? I am in heaven. You keep that up and I will definitely make a mess on your couch I think. In fact I can already feel an orgasm on the horizon. Tug on my nipples Zack. Yes, just like that." In an instant Michele came. She indeed made a mess. Did I care? Not a bit. It could be cleaned. She was what is important. I kept fondling her breasts. "Oh, my. That was a good one. You keep doing that to me and I will cum again right here. Are you OK with that?"

"Yep!" I lifted, rolled, rubbed, caressed, pinched, and tugged at her breasts and nipples until she had cum three more times.

"OK, stop stop. For now I am whipped. You have ruined my boobs for anyone else. They are yours for as long as you want them."

"I accept, gladly. Does this mean you are staying here? With me?"

"Yes. And not just because I have no where else to go. Because I don't. Last night the reason I was running on the road was because my boyfriend went crazy. He thought I was cheating on him. I wasn't. When I got home he had already destroyed everything I had. Those rags I was almost wearing last night were the only clothes I had left. So, no place to live. No car, it is his not mine. I am not going back to the crazy son-of-a-bitch. I don't think he would kill me, but slap the crap out of me, sure. I will never put up with that."

Hog57
Hog57
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