The Eagle Has Landed

I'm out cycling; I generally cycle most weekends, usually with a friend, but today I'm on my own.

I'm going fairly fast along a winding country road; I see a few parked cars on my side of the road ahead of me. I look around to see if it's safe to pull out and avoid the cars. As I look forward again, I see a car door, sweeping open in front of me, thinking - what the hell - where the hell did that come from. I try to swerve around it, but 'nop', I catch the edge of the door and this throws me off my bike, bike one way, me another, rolling a few times until I end up in a small pond.

I lay on my back, with my eyes just barely open. I hear a faint sound of someone calling, "Hello... hello... Are you okay?" I start to open my eyes slowly, looking up at a blue sky, my head spinning.

The voice again, "Hello... are you okay... I'm so sorry... oh dear!"

I feel a hand on my shoulder, shaking me. I can now make out it's a female's voice, sort of strange sounding, "Hello...hello...you okay?" I search for her with my eyes moving slowly from side to side, as I blink. I see her; I blink a bit more to clear my vision. Turning my head towards her, first thing that strikes me is her very bright long curly red hair, she looks to be in her late thirties, not what you would call a stunner, but quite pretty, almost what you would say is a handsome looking woman.

I'm a bit more coherent now, and hear her say, "Hello... are you okay... are you hurt?" I can now make out the accent, she sounds American. I am a bit shaken, I start to stand up, the lady helps me to my feet, as I stand I notice she is taller than me, I am six foot tall. I start to brush myself off, but am all muddy, so just smearing it more around than off.

I notice she is wearing loosely fitting jeans, and what looks like a man's shirt, and trainers.

She asks again, "Hi... you okay... I'm so, so, sorry... the wind caught the door and threw it open, I couldn't hold it."

I speak for the first time, "Yes... I think so, no broken bones... I think!"

Still brushing myself off as I look around for my bike:

The lady offers to help, pointing at a house just across the street. Asking me to go with her, "Please come in, and get yourself cleaned up."

I see my bike, and start walking towards it; I pick it up, and see it isn't too badly damaged, apart from a puncture and a few scratches.

The lady still insisting that I go with her to clean up, she asks, "Is your bike okay?" To which I reply, "Yes... just a puncture... it's okay, still ride¬-a¬ble I think."

"I have a garage; you can fix the bike in there." Still in a bit of a daze, I nod my head to accept.

We were both walking towards the house, and then just as we reach her car she says, "If you don't mind I'll just get my mom out of the car." I look into the car through the front screen, and see an old lady in the passenger's seat. I stand there and watch the lady get her mom out and into a wheelchair.

We start walking, and the old lady asks, "How are you young man, you okay, not to bad a fall I hope? Don't worry, she'll pay for any damage, I'm sure."

I reply "No... thanks, it looks worse than it is."

"Oh...yes that's fine, let me know what the damage is and I'll pay you, no problem... it's the least I can do, it was my fault...I'll pay, just let me know?"

"Just a few scratches, and an inner tube, it's fine, I think I'm more shaken than the bike." I reply.

The lady says, "I'll just open the garage, and you can fix your bike in there."

I wait outside while she wheels her mother into the house. I am looking over my bike again just to check, I hear a few noises from the other side of the garage door, and then it opens. The lady comes out and asks me to come in. I take my bike into the garage as she closes the door behind me.

"Do you need anything?" she asks,

"No... thanks... I always keep a couple of spare tubes."

The lady looks at me and says, "Chris... my name, it's Chris!" holding out her hand to shake.

I take her hand and shake it, "Bob... hi." I reply.

Her grip is strong, like a man, her skin was kind of tough but not rough, as if she did a lot of manual work.

She starts to look at me, well more the sort of state I was in, all wet and muddy.

Chris says, "You look like you've just had a fall, off your bike and into a muddy pond!"

I look at her with a slight smirk on my face, "Ha... ha... very funny!"

Chris smiles, and says, "Let me help... I'll... I'll... clean your clothes. You can't ride looking like that; you must be feeling wet too? It's the least I can do."

I look down at my clothes, brushing them lightly, "No...it's okay... I'll be okay...you don't have to..."

"No, I insist, take off your clothes."

"What! Not all of them?" I exclaim.

"Okay... not all of them... You can keep your pants!"

"I've got a pair of boxers on!" I say.

"Okay... go on then... all but your boxers... Come on!" Chris says, without even a hint of shyness.

She goes on to say, "I've got a dryer, I'll give them a quick hand wash, then stick them into the dryer. They'll be ready in no time."

I turn my back to Chris and peel off my muddy, wet clothes, not making eye contact with Chris. She stands there not even facing away, holding out her hands.

I'm now standing there in the middle of her garage, in just my boxers. Chris takes my clothes saying, "You can fix your bike now, I'll see you in a few minutes."

I'm left to fix the puncture. This takes me about fifteen minutes. I feel a bit cold, but okay. I see a box in the corner of the garage full of old rags; I take one to clean up my bike with. As I am wiping down, Chris comes in, "Hi, how you doin'?"

I look up, "Oh... hi, I found this rag over in the corner in that box, I hope you don't mind me using it?"

"No, you're okay; they're there to be used."

Chris is standing right in front of me, she says, "You look cold, if you've finished, come into the kitchen, I've made some coffee. You drink coffee?"

"Yes, I drink coffee."

Chris says, "I've just put your clothes into the dryer, they'll be half an hour or so, is that alright? I hope it doesn't make you late for anything?"

I stand up and look at Chris, "No, I'm not going to be late, I wasn't going anywhere in particular, just riding around for a couple of hours anyhow."

I lean my bike against a wall. Chris walks to the integral door with me following her. She says, "Go into there, I'll be back in a second," pointing to a door which leads into a kitchen. I see a table with a couple of mugs of coffee on it; I walk over and sit down at one of the placed mugs. Chris comes back, holding a dressing gown, "Put this on, it's all I've got for the moment."

"O... thanks, it's okay, I'll be fine as soon as I've had the coffee I'm sure."

She insists, "Put it on, go on."

I stand up, take the gown from her and put it on. A scent wafts up from the gown, a scent that says this belongs to a woman. I put it on; the warmth comes through as I tie up the front.

"Thanks, it does feel better, I feel a bit girly though!"

We chat for a while, where Chris tells me that she had just returned from seeing the doctor about her mother, telling me, that her mother has been in a wheelchair for a number of years, and that she has been looking after her.

Chris tells me that she was in the American army, as a physical education and combat teacher. She had married young, to an English army officer, and was married for six years, but now has been a widow for eight years. They never had any children; she just looks after her mother.

Looking into Chris's eyes, I could tell she was a kind, caring person. Just by the fact she is helping me out right now tells me that, even if it was slightly her fault that I was in this predicament.

We finish our coffee, Chris looks over to the dryer and back to me, "Be another twenty minutes!" she says.

We both stand up, I reach out for the empty mug as Chris says, "Just leave it there, I'll clean up later."

"Oh, okay, I'll just put it over here," taking it over to the wash basin. Chris comes up beside me placing her mug into the basin as well, as I look at my watch, not sure why I needed to know the time anyway. Our hands touch; I quickly move my hand away, "Oh...Sorry!" I say, as I look up towards her.

Chris looks at me as she says, "It's okay, sorry for what?" She reaches out and takes hold of my hand, which was frozen in mid-air.

Although we had shaken hands before, when I thought she had a manly feel to her, now her hand felt softer to the touch, still the tough feel, but a softer feminine touch.

"See, it's just a hand, it doesn't bite!" She says this with a slight grin on her face, I was not sure what she intended by that.

We both look at each other, our faces move slowly closer, our lips touch, our eyes close. Her hand clasping mine tighter. We start to kiss with a bit more passion, our tongues mingling together, slowly, searching each other's mouths. Our bodies get closer together. I get an instant hard on.

We now have our arms around each other, squeezing our bodies together. I was sure she could feel my cock, so I try and move my hips away a little. But, Chris moves her hands to my ass, pulling me back into her. I don't try to resist, no way.

As we kiss, slavering over each other's lips, I feel Chris's hand manoeuvring between us, she loosens the gown, moving her fingers slowly over my boxers, reaching in searching to find my cock, she traces it out with her fingers, and gives it a light squeeze, she finds the gap in front of the boxers, fumbling a bit, then, OH, there it is, she finds it. She grips it; fuckin' hell can she grip a cock! I let out a bit of a moan just at that point. But in my mind it was a cry of 'Shit that's tight.'

Chris, with her other hand slips off the gown, it lands on the floor. I am back with just my boxers on, but now, there is a hand in the opening, clutching my cock.

Chris breaks off the kiss, pulls away slightly, looks into my eyes, she winks, and says; "Now that's a nice weapon!" She squeezes it again, harder. Fucking hell I thought I was going to cum right there.

Chris still had hold of my cock through the opening; my knob was sticking out the top of the boxers. Chris looks down, then back up at me, gives me a sweet kiss, as she lets go of my cock. She looks down again, and this time she bends her knees to lower herself, and at the same time grips the sides of the boxers to remove them.

As she lowers them, my cock bends down, and gets to the point where it's free of the waist band. It springs back up, hitting Chris under her chin. As I step out of my boxers, Chris, grabs my cock again, looks up at me and says, "As I said, nice weapon... Bob...I wonder how many rounds it has."

She looks at my cock, sticks her tongue out, and licks the underside of my knob. I see her opening her mouth wide, moves it over my cock, taking in my knob and sucks on it gently. After a couple of minutes, she takes it out and spits on it. Looks up at me and says, "The taste of cock, so distinctive, it's been a while, but, you never forget what a cock tastes like!"

Chris, spits on it again and lubricates my shaft with her hand. The feel of Chris's hand was amazing, I've had hand jobs before, but Chris's rougher hand was just so different in an incredible way.

Chris starts to wank me off with just my knob in her mouth, sucking like a vacuum cleaner, occasionally letting it out to spit on it again.

Oh fuck, I thought to myself, "I won't last much longer at this pace." Then, Chris stops, looks back up at me and says, "You're much bigger than my husband was, but I'm going to give this a go!"

I look down at her, "What do you mean? Give what a go?"

She grins, "Deep throat!"

Chris takes my cock back into her mouth; I can feel her tongue licking around my cockhead. She takes it out and licks my whole cock several times like a lolly pop, from balls to head. She grabs my balls, plays with them - light squeezes - and rubs. Then she takes my cock back into her mouth, taking it in halfway then back out, back in a bit more this time, keeps it there for a few seconds, then back out. Chris looks up at me, her eyes slightly watery and says, "Fuckin' weapon, watch this!"

I was watching; no way was I not going to watch. Chris takes in the head and then ever so slowly my cock just disappears into her mouth, her nose was touching my groin, I could not see my shaft anymore, she stays there, shaking her head rapidly from side to side, I could feel my knob pulsating, throbbing, she squeezes my balls, I was going to cum, oh fuck, I was going to cum. I put my hands on the back of her head, I push hard, then Chris pulls away, my cock came right out, covered in spit and ligaments trailing from my cock to her lips. She breaths hard, taking in huge gulps of air several times. Her eyes have tears running down.

I ask, "You okay... Chris?"

She smiles up at me, "Fuckin' weapon, I knew I could do it!"

Chris grabs my cock, and asks, "You there yet?"

I look down at her and reply, "I was almost going to cum when you had it buried."

Chris, looking straight at my cock says, "Well, let's see what sort of ammo this weapon has."

My cock is now back in her mouth, a bit more than just the knob, her hand on my shaft, a tight grip, the other hand playing with my balls. Chris goes to work, wanking my shaft hard, sucking hard, me, just thinking this is it!

About four minutes, and shit this is it, my hands are already on the back of her head as she bobbed up and down, a mass of red hair on my cock. I let her know, "Chris, I'm there, I'm going to cum... Fuck... Chris... Fuck... shit... I'm..!" I blow and it was like Chris said. I felt like I was shooting bullets. Chris swallowed several spurts, she kept wanking me, sucking me, milking me. Oh fuck, I don't think I've ever cum that much and that hard before.

Ding...Ding...Ding...The dryer lets us know it's finished, just as I was.

Chris still keeps sucking and wanking me off, well after I had finished cumming. She must have sensed I had nothing left. She stops wanking my shaft, slowly removes her mouth, keeping a suck on, and as her lips left my cock there is a sweet "pop" from my cock leaving her mouth. She kisses it, and tenderly licks the tip.

Chris gets up, looks at me, giving me a peck on the lips, and says, "Let me tell you, I've had three men in my life. You're the fourth, and yours was the biggest load of all. I love the taste of cum, I never waste any."

I look to the floor, gloomily.

Chris, puts a finger under my chin and lifts my head to look at her, and asks, "What's up big Bob? I thought a blow job would have at least brought a smile to your face!"

In a sort of shy way, like a bone had been taken away from a dog, I say, "I was hoping you might let me... Well... you know... ummmm... fuck you?"

Chris, grins with a dirty sort of smile, and with the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen, says, "Ahh... yes... a fuck... typical male request, well, don't worry big Bob; I'll get that missile to fire again! I'll make you smile, and fulfil your male hunger." With another peck on the lips, requests, "Come on, follow me!"

"I'll just put the gown on."

Chris says, "No... leave it off."

"But your mom..."

"Don't worry about her, I've given her her medication, she's asleep and won't be up for a couple of hours."

She leads me out of the kitchen, along a hallway, just before the stairs is a door slightly open, I glanced in and see what looks like a home gym, running machine, a rower, weights, etc... We reach the top of the stairs towards her bedroom I presume. I walk along with my limp cock dangling between my legs, slapping against each thigh as I walk, Chris leading me by the hand.

Chris, went in and I follow her through, I was about to close the door, when she says, "O...don't bother, leave it open, its fine, no one else here."

Chris turns to face me, both hands on a shirt button, and asks, "Okay, how do you like to do this? Do you want to take my clothes off? Or do you want to watch me do it?"

"I'd like to watch."

I walk across to the bed, and sit on the edge, legs slightly apart, cock limp in the middle, my hands straight behind me resting on the bed.

Chris starts to unbutton her shirt, flicking her head from side to side so that her long curly red hair is behind her. She doesn't let the front open, as she undoes the last one; she steps forward, till she is right in front of me. The shirt is slightly open and I can see that she doesn't have a bra on. She looks at me, smiles, and then slowly parts the shirt. Amazing. No wonder, these tits didn't need a bra. They were not big, just amazing. They stood proud, no sagging, nice nipples, not quite hard...yet, beautifully round pert pair of tits.

Then I look lower, as she slips off the shirt, even more amazing, I reach out with my hand to touch her stomach, it was ripped, what you might call a six pack. This woman's body was fit. She had a few scars, I didn't ask, I just thought to myself that they must have been wounds of war.

"Do you like what you see Bob?"

I was mesmerised, could not reply, transfixed to her stomach and tits. I run my fingers from the bottom of her tits across her rippled muscled stomach to the waist of the jeans she still had on. I just nodded my head. I move forward and kiss her stomach several times all over. I could also feel a bit of movement in my cock.

"Want to see some more honey?" Chris asks.

I look up at her, move both my hands towards the top button of her jeans, and ask, "May I?"

"Please be my guest." Chris says.

I undo the button, move slowly to the zipper, and lower it. The two sides fall apart revealing a glimpse of her red underwear. I lower her jeans to the floor and Chris steps out of them.

My thoughts again - "Fuckin' hell, fuckin'...hell, fuckin'...hell."

From the clothes this woman was wearing no one would ever guess the body that is under them. Her very long legs went from her ankles all the way up to...well... forever. Her thighs, just pure muscle, toned, looking down to her calves, these would put any athlete to shame. I place my hands on her hips, one either side; slowly move down feeling the muscle tone and tightness of her, I get to her calves. I put both hands on one calf, and squeeze softly. She was so firm. I move both hands together, back up towards her thigh, squeezing, caressing. My cock is now positively getting some shockwaves through it. My eyes are agog.

I look at the small red triangle. Chris puts a hand on my head, I look up at her, "Would you like to see behind that?"

I nod my head, "Yes...yes please!"

I move my lips towards the red triangle and kiss it.

Chris takes a step back and turns around. Her body is just as amazing from the back as it is from the front. Her back had defined muscles, her ass, just perfect, looks solid. Chris is standing just out of reach, otherwise I would have grabbed her ass, to get a feel of those hard boulders.

Her knickers, well, more bikini bottoms, are held up by thin bits of fabric tied up in a bow, one on each hip. Chris takes hold of one end on each side and pulls up, untying the knots, and then letting them fall. From the back it is just a very thin string going up between her ass cheeks. Chris looks over her shoulder and winks, "You ready babes?"

I again nod my head, "Oh yes...Definitely!"

Chris turns around slowly; she has one hand hiding her pussy. She parts her legs slightly, as the other hand takes away the red material, and throws it to me as she blows me a kiss.

I catch it, hold it up to my nose, and take in its scent, wonderful, just wonderful. I kiss it and throw it over to a chair that is besides the bed.

Chris moves closer, pussy still covered, moves even closer, then says, "Hi Bob!" moving her hand away. Fuckin' hell, Chris is just full of surprises, an amazing tattoo of a golden eagle, wings spread out, very vibrant, clean shaven, then my eyes move lower to her rosy pink pussy lips, dangling, like puffy butterfly wings.