0 comments/ 20558 views/ 0 favorites Breakdown By: Sxxyangl Ever had one of those days where it seams that nothing could go your way? Well, Jill was having one of those days. She had woken up terribly late for work, knowing that she could lose her job for being late one more time. She quickly got dressed, jumped in her car, and flew off to work. Less than a mile away from work, she was pulled over by a cop for doing 50 in a 30. He gave her a warning, but took up too much of her time in doing it. When she finally got to work, she was pulled into her boss' office. He put her on probation for a week and sent her home. At least she hadn't lost her job entirely. As she walked out of the building, she noticed the large, dark cloud moving towards her. She hurriedly got to her car and pulled away just as the rain started. Jill's commute was very long. It took her an hour each way. She knew that it would take longer in the downpour she was in. As she pulled onto the highway she looked down and noticed that the slit in her already too short skirt had ripped all the way up to hip. She sighed heavily thinking that her day couldn't get any worse. But she was wrong. Less than halfway home her car suddenly bucked and stalled. She put the car into neutral and drove it into the breakdown lane. In her haste that morning, Jill had forgotten to fill her gas tank. She dropped her head to the steering wheel and began to cry. Hoping that some kind soul would help her, she put on her emergency flashers. She figured however, that nobody in their right mind would pull over in this pouring rain for her. She knew that her only hope was to get out of the car and hope that some man would pull over for her. Jill stepped out of the car. She was a stunning woman, even when soaked to the bone. Her long, black hair was wrapped around her, clinging to her fair skin. Her fire engine red lips engaged in a small pout. Her deep blue eyes searching in the storm for a helpful man. Her freshly torn skirt and now see through white blouse clinging to her above average breasts and flat belly. She crossed her arms underneath her breasts and paced around her car. About fifteen cars had passed when she saw a pair of headlights slowly coming towards her. The car, a brand new BMW pulled up behind her car. Jill walked over to the driver's side door and the driver rolled down his tinted window. Jill gasped as his face was revealed. Maybe her day would turn out ok. The man was a living god. He had wavy blond hair and stunning blue eyes. He smiled at Jill, revealing perfect white teeth and the sexiest pair of dimples she had ever seen. He introduced himself as Adam. "Looks like you're having a bit of car trouble," Adam said still grinning, "anything i can do to help?" Jill's mind started racing with sexual fantasies about exactly what Adam could do to help her. She managed to stumble out that she had ran out of gas and would be very appreciative if he would drive her to a gas station to get some gas. Adam asked her if she had a container to hold the gas, but she didn't. Unfortunately, neither did he. "How about if i just give you a lift home?" Adam suggested. "It's a bit far," Jill stammered, unable to believe how her luck had changed so quickly. "Well, I have nowhere to be, and this could be my good deed of the day. Let me help you out Jill," Adam replied. "Well ok then," Jill smiled, "let me run to my car and grab my things." So, off she ran. Adam couldn't help but watch as her firm butt jiggled slightly as she ran. The slit revealing the bottom curve of her beautiful ass. Adam felt himself starting to get hard at the thoughts of this beautiful woman. Before she reached the car he had already pictured her in many different sexual positions. Jill hopped in the car and relaxed into the leather seats. She apologized for getting them wet. It didn't bother Adam though. He loved the thought of a beautiful woman wetting the seat with her beautiful body. She gave him the directions to where she lived, and surprisingly it was right near where Adam lived also. As they drove they chatted about meaningless things, simple chatter. Each of them, however, had other things on their minds. hen the other wasn't looking, they each took turns glancing at the others body. Jill hadn't noticed before, but Adam had a godlike body to match his godlike face. He had broad shoulders that angled into his obviously chiseled stomach. His arms and legs were bulging with muscles. Jill smiled as she watched Adam's cock growing beneath his pants. "It's right there," Jill said as they neared her house. "The white one with the blue shutters." Adam pulled into her driveway. "Would you like to join me for lunch?" she asked with a smile. "I can't think of a thing I'd rather do," Adam responded with his angelic smile. Jill pulled out her keys and together they ran to her door and fell into the house. They laughed together. She showed Adam to the livingroom. and asked him to sit while she went to freshen up. She left Adam and walked down the hall to her bedroom. Adam had seen the way she looked at him and he decided to take a chance. He allowed her a few minutes before he followed her into the bedroom. He peeked in the doorway to see Jill standing there in her bra and panties, looking at herself in the mirror. She reached behind herself and undid the clasp on her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders to the floor. Adam gasped at how beautiful her breasts were. They were perfectly rounded with large dark nipples. Jill ran her hand over the curve of her left breast, gently pinching the nipple as she did so. Instantly, her nipples got rock hard, as hard as Adam's dick was getting in his pants. Jill then grasped at her panties and bent slightly to pull them down. As she bent, pulling her panties off, Adam got his first good look at her firm round ass. He looked into the mirror and got a great look at her beautiful pussy. It was shaven, all but about an inch above the lips, but that too was neatly trimmed. Jill ran her hand down to her pussy and brushed over her beautiful mound. Again, he watched her nipples harden and her head rolled back as she moaned. Her long hair brushing along the crack of her perfect ass. Adam could take it no longer, he pushed the door open fully. Jill turned and looked at him. "Took you long enough," she said with a coy smile on her face. "I was enjoying the show, but I needed to join." "Well come on down," Jill said with a giggle. "Don't mind if I do," Adam said as he pulled Jill to him and dropped to his knees. He was face to face with Jill's sweet cunt. He ran his hand along her lips, feeling her juices already inside. He opened her sweet box with his fingers and glided them over her swollen clit. He moved his head into her. Flicking his tongue along her clit. He reached around and grabbed her ass in his hands. He licked and bit at her sweet clit. Swirling his tongue around the hole, teasing her with his tongue. Adam started to fuck her with his tongue. Rolling her ass around in his hands. Jill ran her hands through Adam's hair, gently pushing his head deeper into her throbbing pussy. She felt her legs start to tingle and she knew she was going to cum. She pushed Adam's head into her as her hips thrust forward into him. Adam felt her muscles starting to contract around his tongue, so he inserted two fingers into her and fucked her with them while his tongue flicked across her clit. Jill started screaming with pleasure as her orgasm reached its height. Adam licked all her sweet juices as they flowed over his face. Jill's body relaxed and Adam stood up, facing her now. He pulled Jill to him, and pressed his lips to hers. She licked her juices from his lips. She savored the taste of herself. They kissed passionately, animalistically. Their tongues darting at each other. Gently biting lips. Adam reached his hand up and caressed Jill's breast. She moaned with his light touch. Jill reached down and felt Adam's throbbing dick through his pants. She undid his belt as he pinched at her nipples. He lowered his head and began to suck on them. Swirling his tongue around her delicious nipple. She fumbled with his pants, but got them undone and they dropped to his ankles. He quickly stepped out of them. Jill then pulled down his boxers, bending down as she did so. He stepped out of them also. Now Jill was down on her knees looking at Adam's perfect, rock hard, throbbing, 8 inch cock. It scared her a little, she had never seen a dick so wide, she didn't know whether she would be able to take it into her mouth. She hesitated a little, but moved her mouth forward and rolled her tongue around Adam's head. She stroked his dick as she licked up and down. She was right, at first she wasn't able to take him in very much. At first, she could just suck on his head, but she stroked him as she did so. She sucked gently, rolling her tongue around as she sucked. She worked her way down a little more each time sucked. ventually, she was deep throating his enormous cock. Sucking ravenously on it as she played with his balls in her hand. His hips were thrusting into her face, shoving his cock deep into her throat. He started pulling at her hair, forcing her to go deeper. His hips thrust quicker as he felt his cum build up inside. He thrust forward and with each thrust, more of his cum shot into Jill's mouth. She was able to swallow most of it, but there was so much that a little dribbled down her chin. She stood up and Adam took his finger and wiped it away. They kissed some more, Adam was already hard again. "Fuck me." Jill whispered into Adam's ear. So, Adam led Jill over to her bed and bent her over. He slapped his dick on her ass before rubbing it gently over her clit. She moaned. He could feel her wetness all over the head of his cock. He pushed it in slowly, feeling how tight she was. She moaned again, it was a sound of pain mixed with pleasure. He went easy on her at first. With one hand he held onto her hip, the other reached around and played with her tits. He thrust harder and deeper as she loosened around him. He took his hand that was playing with her tit and grabbed a ponytail of her hair and pulled back so that her head was pulled back a little. He was slamming all 8 inches of his dick into her now, his balls slamming against her clit. He took his other hand and inserted a finger into her ass. She screamed with pleasure. "Fuck me Adam, fuck me harder!" Jill screamed. Adam didn't think he could fuck her any harder, but he did. It felt like he was going to rip her apart inside he was fucking her so hard. Jill pulled a pillow to her and started screaming into it. Adam felt her muscles contracting around his dick and her cum flowing all around it. This sensation was enough to make him cum. Although nearly impossible, he fucked her wet cunt harder and faster than before. His hot cum shot up into her, Jill could feel it. He moaned and slapped Jill's ass. After his dick stopped pumping, he pulled out and collapsed on the bed. Jill curled into his arms and they slept that way for a while, completely exhausted. When Adam woke up, he smelled the most delicious smell of his life. Jill was gone. He got up to find her. He found her in the kitchen cooking. "I promised you lunch, didn't I?" she smiled at him. They sat down and ate. Adam announced that he had to be leaving. Jill got up to walk him to his car. They reached the car and Adam opened the door to get in. He pulled Jill close to him once more. They kissed passionately once again. Adam pulled her even closer, hugging her to his chest. Jill looked over Adam's shoulder and smiled. In the backseat she saw a gascan. Breakdown I took a trip to Europe one summer and I bought an all-access train pass so I could travel freely from country to country. I had come originally with a group of friends but had to take a short excursion by myself to meet an old friend in Amsterdam. My friends would meet me there the following week. I got on the train late at night after drinking and smoking more than I should have. I wasn't ready to pass out, but I was pretty belligerent. Because of that, I decided to find the train car with the fewest passengers, hoping that I might even get one to myself. After scanning the entire section of the train I had boarded, I found one car near the back with only 3 men and a woman in it. Every other car had more people so I settled into a seat a few down from the woman. She stared at me for a while and then left the car, leaving me with the 3 men, who also had their eyes on me. I wondered if they spoke English. "Do any of you speak English?" I asked drunkenly. "Yes," they all replied in unison. They had Scandinavian sounding accents and they all seemed to know each other. "Are you American?" One asked. He had dark hair and a small build. The other two were blondish with larger builds. "Yeah," I replied, "And I'm drunk as fuck!" They laughed and moved to sit near me. I was surrounded. "I am Dirk," the dark haired one told me, "and this is Sean and Demetri." He motioned to the other two and they smiled. "I'm Raynne," I told them. We spoke for a few minutes about our destinations and all that kind of stuff. They told me they were going to Amsterdam for a friend's birthday. They sat very close and shamelessly looked down my shirt half of the time. I just laughed and swayed in my intoxication. I was starting to have fantasies of fucking all three of them on a moving train in the middle of Europe, and it was turning me on. Then, out of nowhere, the lights on the train went out and we screeched to a sudden stop. I fell into Dirk, grabbing his leg. He put his arms on my shoulders. I couldn't see a thing it was so dark. "We are going to be stopping for a period of an hour or two," A voice came through a speaker, "the lights are down and we have debris on the track. Please remain calm and patient." Then it got very quiet. I was still practically on top of Dirk after falling and then he just grabbed me and started kissing me. I kissed back and realized that my fantasy was about to come true, only the train wouldn't be moving and it was pitch black. He pulled away and said something in Swedish to the other two men. They started touching me and removing my clothes. I heard zippers unzipping and I felt hands on my hardened nipples. Then, a hand up my skirt and then my skirt coming off. I was too drunk to keep track of who was who. I sat on Dirk's lap, I think, and felt his cock against my thigh. I reached down and rubbed it, making him moan. The other two continued to rub and touch me, until I was wet and ready, naked except for my shoes. Dirk slid his cock up my warm hole and I started riding him, sitting up. We kissed and he held me tight and met my thrusts. His cock wasn't huge but it did the job, and in no time I was cumming, moaning, and grinding into his hips. He threw his head back and creamed me. I could feel it splashing inside of me. I got up and announced that I was ready for another. Sean or Demitri, I am not sure which one, then moved me onto the seats until I was on all fours. I felt a tongue dart into my slit and start licking. I moaned loudly and pulled the other guy's cock into my mouth, pumping his shaft and sucking his tip. He grabbed my shoulders and thrusted harder into my throat. His cock was a lot bigger than Dirk's and I wanted him to fuck me. I moved away from both of them slightly, still aware of where each man was, and then I told the guy I had been sucking to fuck me. He quickly pushed against me from behind and thrusted his thickness into my hot cunt. I took the cock of the man who had been eating me out into my mouth while the other fucked me. I suppose Dirk just listened. I could feel the man behind me hitting my back wall with the head of his dick as he thrusted in and out of my dripping slit. I moaned and came, raising my hips and spreading my legs so he could feel even more of my insides. His massive cock continued to screw me from behind while I sucked hard on the other guy. He thrusted into my face and moaned as he started cumming in my mouth. I swallowed his cum and licked his cock until he slipped it out. By then, I was being fucked very hard and could barely hold myself steady on the seats. Hands held my hips while the cock rammed into me. I screamed and moaned and so did the guy fucking me. He went for a long time before I felt his cream deep in my cunt. He pulled out and flipped me over on my back, my legs splayed open. His tongue was warm and he licked his own cum from my hole and pushed his fingers against my clit, sending me into another climax. I writhed on the seats and felt more hands probing my body. A semi-erect dick was against my face and I realized this wasn't any of the original men, but a new guy who had just entered the car. I didn't care because I was so horny and drunk, so I let him rub his dripping cockhead against my stomach and tits while I felt his hands on my sides. The tongue pulled away from my clit and was quickly replaced by the new man's now rock hard prick. He shoved it into me hard and fast. "Ah!" I screamed, and tried to position myself higher up but I couldn't. He rammed his cock into me repeatedly, grunting and speaking in Dutch. I could feel his breath against the skin of my neck and I shivered. He held my hips and impaled me with his dick. I gasped and moaned when he started to rub my clit at the same time, and came loudly while he continued to thrash into me with the hardest cock I'd ever felt. It was like solid rock. Finally, after I had come again, he shot a load into my hole and pulled out, catching his breath. I laid there, panting, until I felt another cock pressing against my slit. This time it rubbed up and down until I was soaking the seats and myself. I pleaded for him to push it in but he kept rubbing, until I noticed he was putting it in my ass. I raised my hips and guided him in, while he pushed against my tits with his chest. In minutes, he was fucking my ass in a piston-like rhythm, telling me how glad he was that the train had stopped. He was almost going to cum when the lights flashed back on and I opened my eyes. Dirk was the man on top, fucking my ass, while Sean and Demitri stood aside and a man I didn't recognize sat next to me. That must have been who fucked me previously, I thought, trying to think while I was being reamed up the ass by Dirk's prick. I bucked my hips, losing my concentration on the car and started screaming as he shot a load into me. He pulled his cock out and I opened my eyes, noticing Sean putting his cock into my mouth. I sucked and pumped and felt another cock at my hole - Demetri. He fucked my cunt and my ass as I sucked Sean until he shot down my throat. Then Demetri splashed inside my ass and I felt hands turning me over. The other man fucked my ass from behind while I sat down on Dirk and fucked him on top. I was being double penetrated and another man just walked in, gasped, and unzipped his pants. He looked into my eyes and I told him mentally to come on over. His dick was in my mouth in seconds and I came on the two cocks below me as they simultaneously ejaculated into me. I got off them and fucked the new guy, hard, sitting on his lap. There were 5 guys total by then and I realized that I was starting to get tired. I didn't care, and I kept on fucking and sucking until the train started moving. Finally, another woman walked into the car after two of the men left and she took my place. More guys came in and the car became the sex car for the next few hours. The other woman fucked and I sucked, then we would switch. At one point, I had a cock in my cunt and a cock in my mouth while she rubbed my clit and took cocks in her ass and pussy while sucking on two more. All that could be heard was moaning, screaming, and heavy breathing. That and a lot of slurping. It was the dirtiest thing that I'd ever participated in but I was drunk and I loved it. I felt a jerk and then my eyes fluttered open quickly. I was fully clothed and leaning against my bag on the train. I looked around and saw 2 men, both with blondish hair. They looked at me strangely and I sat up. Then I remembered my dream and I smiled, adjusting myself and meeting the stares of the two real men sitting across. Maybe I could make my dream cum true, I thought. Breakdown STANDARD DISCLAIMER This story is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in it are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. It may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached. Copyright © 2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. *************************************** PART I Henry opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Morning sunlight filtered into the room through the sheer curtains on the double doors. He glanced at them and blinked. The doors led to a balcony with stone balustrades, which overlooked a yard that made him think of a Roman villa. The house—Henry wouldn't call it a "mansion"—had been built by some idiot movie star in the Seventies. It was a cross between the Playboy mansion and Caesar's Palace, complete with cypress trees, a marble fountain, and a "pool villa" that was bigger than the house Henry grew up in. Personally, he thought it was ostentatious. His wife liked it—it was her idea of classical. It was also the lifestyle she'd grown accustomed to. With a frown, he rolled the phrase over in his mind and imagined a high-priced divorce lawyer using exactly those words to squeeze more money out of him. He sighed with a mixture of disgust and resignation. After a moment he glanced at his wife, asleep beside him. Even after thee children and twenty-plus years of marriage, Leanne was a beautiful woman. He'd been dreaming about her and he had an erection. Unfortunately, he knew better than to wake her. They hadn't had sex in more than a year, and only then because she'd been drunk after a party. She always had some excuse to spurn him, and he wouldn't force himself on her. The lack of sex was frustrating, but he smirked at one of the few thoughts that gave him comfort: he still looked like he had when he was twenty-five. He had more gray in his hair and a bit more weight around his middle, but Leanne had to work hard to keep her figure. Her blonde hair came from an expensive salon, and only her plastic surgeon knew about the nips and tucks. Well, Henry thought, I know about the nips and tucks too. He paid for everything, of course. Why wouldn't he? She was his wife, after all. But aren't wives supposed to have sex with their husbands? he wondered sarcastically. At least once in a while? Unfortunately, Leanne was like a Tiffany lamp: too expensive and too beautiful to touch. Unless you're her personal trainer, Henry thought with a teeth-grinding snarl. Or her decorator... Or her travel agent... Or the father of another pageant contestant... Or... The list went on. None of the affairs had been for long, but Henry still resented them. He'd even paid a private investigator to follow her for several months. He had proof of several of her affairs—pictures, videos, and even hotel receipts—locked away in his safe. Since then, he'd had a security system installed in the house, including hidden "nanny cams." Leanne didn't know about them, but the tiny video cameras sent their feeds to a locked cabinet in Henry's private wing of the house. Digital tape recorded every infidelity. Sometimes Henry watched the video. Leanne was still as wild and uninhibited as she'd always been, just not with him. At some point in their marriage, she'd lost interest in him. He remained faithful to her, although he couldn't explain why, even to himself. He'd had plenty of opportunities over the years, but he'd never taken them. He didn't know why he didn't divorce her, either. She'd try to take half his money—or worse, half his company—but with overwhelming proof of her infidelity, she'd be lucky to walk away with the clothes on her back. She probably wouldn't contest the divorce in the first place, though. She wouldn't want the scandal. Unfortunately, Henry had said "till death do us part," and he meant it. So he stayed. And he paid for her exorbitant lifestyle. He even tolerated her affairs, albeit with a silent, seething resentment. He threw back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His erection had long since disappeared. He padded into the bathroom and shed his monogrammed silk pajamas. They were a gift from Leanne, of course. She wanted him to look the part of the wealthy industrialist. He snorted. "Wealthy industrialist," indeed! He owned a company which had survived the downsizing of California's Military-Industrial Complex, nothing more. In addition to his company, he personally held patents on a dozen processes used in the aerospace industry. If anything, he was a successful businessman and inventor. The US government wasn't going to stop building missiles or launching satellites anytime soon, so Henry's patents alone would earn millions of dollars a year for years to come. Even Leanne couldn't spend that much money, and their children would be wealthy, without ever working a day in their lives. Henry turned on the shower and shook his head in frustration. Of his three children, only one of them deserved the money. The irony was, she wanted it the least. His son, Chad, was twenty-four, single, and an entertainment lawyer. He was also a spoiled playboy, who partied with the Hollywood glitterati. As far as Henry was concerned, they were a bunch of shallow, undisciplined sybarites. His oldest daughter was almost as bad. At twenty-two, Kacy had two goals in life: to become Miss USA, and to marry a good-looking, wealthy... somebody. She didn't really care what her future husband did for a living—if anything—as long as he was handsome and rich. At the moment, she was dating a semi-literate race car driver. Henry snorted in disgust as he lathered himself. How had he gone wrong? How had he raised two children who were such... jackals? He hadn't, that's how. Chad was a male version of his mother, narcissistic and completely amoral. And Kacy had taken up her mother's crown in the beauty queen business. Henry shook his head with disbelief. How had he gone wrong? His one consolation was that he hadn't gone wrong with his youngest daughter. For whatever reason, Aly was an actual human being. She had more goodness and decency than Chad and Kacy combined, and she actually used the brain God had given her. At nineteen, she'd just finished her first year of college. Henry had tried to convince her to attend his one of his alma maters, Rice or Caltech, but she'd had her sights set on Virginia Tech. He thought she was going for the wrong reasons—she liked the football team—but the school did have a solid engineering program. It might not be up to the standards of Caltech, but it was a far cry from the local community college. So he'd reluctantly agreed, and Aly had gone to school 2,500 miles away. The distance had been the hardest part. He and Aly were close—too close, he sometimes thought—and they traded e-mails almost every day. They talked on the phone at least once a week, and she e-mailed pictures as often as she could. In a week, she'd be home for the summer, and he'd be able to spend as much time with her as he wanted. She had a six-week internship with a company in Thousand Oaks, but the rest of the summer was hers. Thinking about her always made him smile, and he finished his shower in a much better mood. Still smiling, he rushed to get ready. He had a busy day at the office, and he wanted to beat the traffic. He dressed in a suit and tie, and barely spared a glance for Leanne on the way out of the bedroom. She was still asleep, of course. She wouldn't rise until well after ten o'clock. Her personal trainer was due at eleven, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Henry clenched his jaw and swallowed a snarl. Fortunately, his cell phone rang as soon as he turned out of the driveway. As he talked to the East Coast client, he forgot all about Leanne and her unfaithful, self-absorbed, hedonistic, manipulative... ----- Henry finished his conversation as he pulled into his parking space. He snapped the phone closed and strode into the building. His office was a short walk from the main atrium, and his assistant looked up when he walked into the reception area. "Good morning, Dr. Adair," she said. Henry grinned at her. She normally called him by his first name, so she must've been in a playful mood. She was the only person who called him "doctor." Everyone else in the company called him Mr. Adair, or simply Hank, if they knew him well enough. But she'd been his assistant for nearly ten years, and she'd earned the right to tease him. "Mornin', Jayne," he said. Then he smiled with inner amusement—even after three decades on the coast, he still reverted to his Texas drawl sometimes. "I put your breakfast on your desk," she said as she followed him into his office suite. Pomegranate juice and a bran muffin, he thought bleakly. Great. He missed the days when he could have a sausage biscuit, or even a breakfast burrito. But the doctor had told him to watch his cholesterol, so Jayne relentlessly fed him healthy food. He did sneak an occasional cheeseburger for lunch, but only when she wasn't paying attention, which wasn't often. "Raytheon is having problems," she said. She clicked his mouse to bring up his e-mail. While he ate breakfast, she summarized more than twenty e-mails. As she did, she bent over his arm, and he had a difficult time not glancing at her breasts. Worse, her perfume made him think of very unprofessional things. He ruthlessly pulled his mind back to the task at hand: problems with one of their major clients. "Thanks, Jayne," he said when she fell silent and straightened. He peered up at her for a moment, studying her face. She wasn't a classic beauty like Leanne, but she was pretty. Her good looks were the reason he'd hired her in the first place, although he quickly discovered her preternatural ability to remember things—from names and faces to facts and figures. She was also loyal, which he valued nearly as much as her other abilities. He chuckled to himself. Even with her professional skills, he still appreciated her good looks. She was shorter than Leanne, but just as busty. He'd never asked, but he was sure her breasts were real. And the rest of her figure suited her perfectly. She was a bit of a clothes horse—Henry paid her very well—but she was always professional. Sexy as hell, perhaps, but still professional. When the silence drew out, she arched an eyebrow, teasing and serious at the same time. Completely out of the blue, he asked, "When did you know it was time to get a divorce?" She blinked in surprise. "Sorry," he said hastily. "Forget I said anything." She looked at him for another moment, inscrutable. She'd been divorced for at least eight years, and Henry didn't know why he'd even asked the question. "Really," he said. "Forget I asked." "I guess I knew from the beginning," she said at last. "I liked the idea of being married more than the reality." He nodded. "And when Jeff started talking about kids..." She shrugged. "Are you and Leanne...?" He shook his head, a bit too quickly. He was suddenly embarrassed. He and Jayne knew a lot about each other's personal lives—it was inevitable, especially since they worked so closely—but there were some things he didn't share, like Leanne's infidelity. Jayne probably knew (or suspected, at any rate), but they didn't speak about it openly. "Okay," she said at last. Her smile held a touch of melancholy. After a moment she turned to business. "After the Raytheon crisis, top priorities are the messages from Colonel Musgrave, Senator Tasker's office, and Dr. Mueller." "Right," he said. His own smile held a bit of melancholy as well. ----- Henry ignored the beep of another call. He didn't even take the cell phone from his ear to see who was calling. His engineering manager was heading to Raytheon's facility in Arizona, and the call had already taken longer than it should have. Henry was growing annoyed with the man. "Look, Bob," he said at last, "you're in charge of engineering. I understand that Raytheon is working with a new process, but when problems do come up, it's your job to fix 'em. Got it?" The phone was silent for several seconds. "Got it," Bob said at last. "Sorry, Hank." "I'm sorry about your fishing trip, but you know how much money we're talking about here." The Raytheon contract ran well into eight figures, with quite a bit more if the new guidance technology increased accuracy, which Henry knew it would. "Yeah, I know," Bob said. Then he seemed to brace himself. "I'll get to the bottom of it and make sure the Raytheon guys know what they're doing." "I know you will, Bob." Henry's phone beeped again, but he ignored it. "That's why I'm sending you instead of trusting this to anyone else." The conversation turned to details, and they talked for another five minutes. Henry sighed when he finally snapped the phone closed. His desk phone rang. The blinking light showed an internal call. "What?" he snapped. "Your daughter's on line three," Jayne said smoothly. "Sorry, Jayne," he said. "I didn't mean to bite your head off." "I know." He smiled. "What would I do without you?" "Go bankrupt and have your family disown you," she said with aplomb. "That might not be so bad," he muttered, thinking of Leanne and his oldest children. Jayne must have heard him. "It's Aly on line three," she said. He perked up immediately. "Okay. Thanks." He stabbed the button for line three. "Hi, sweetheart." "Is it a good time?" Aly said. "I tried calling your cell phone, but you didn't answer." "Sorry," he said. "I was on another call. An important one." He frowned at the memory, but then took a deep breath and forced a smile. "What can I do for you?" "I need help, Dad," she said frankly, and Henry sat forward. ----- "Jayne," Henry bellowed, ignoring the intercom. "You don't have to shout," she said when she appeared in the door. "I'm right here." "Book me on the next flight to Blacksburg, Virginia," he said. "And have a rental car waiting at the airport. Also, call U-Haul, or Ryder, or whoever, and rent a truck for a one-way trip." "Are you on a white knight errand?" she asked, smiling wryly. "My little girl needs help." Jayne leaned against the doorframe. "What happened?" "Her car died and she doesn't have a way to get home from school. The dealership told her it would be two weeks before they'd have the parts. Damned Eurotrash imports!" She rolled her eyes. It was one of his frequent rants. "Anyway," he continued, "it's a good time for me to go—" "To escape, you mean," she interrupted. "—and I'm..." He turned sheepish. "Am I that obvious?" She smiled fondly and shook her head. "Yeah, I guess I'm taking an impromptu vacation. But I won't really be out of contact. I'll have my laptop and my cell phone. Bob can handle Raytheon, and you can handle everything here." She nodded. "So I'm going to rescue my little girl." "That's what daddies are for," she said. Aly was like a kid sister to her. "I'll make all the arrangements," she added. "Do you want me to drive you to the airport?" He considered for a moment, but then shook his head. He didn't want to inconvenience her. Besides, he needed her running things in the office. "I'll take a limo," he said. She nodded. "I'll have the driver meet you at your house." With a nod and a smile, he turned back to his computer. He had a dozen e-mails to send before he left. He'd also have to tell Leanne, but she wouldn't care. She and Kacy had a pageant in San Diego. He vaguely recalled that it was part of the Miss California USA competition, but he didn't give it a second thought. ----- Virginia was hot. Hot and sticky. Henry had already worked up a sweat just walking to his rental car. Five minutes later, with the air conditioner on full blast, he was headed toward Blacksburg and the Virginia Tech campus. He called Aly once he was sure of his bearings. She gave him directions to her dorm, but he remembered the place from when he'd brought her to school. She met him in the lobby and his eyes lit up when he saw her. Unlike Leanne and Kacy—who were salon blondes—Aly was dark-haired. And while Leanne and Kacy were busty—courtesy of very expensive boob jobs—Aly was petite and natural. She was nothing like her mother or sister, and Henry liked that just fine. She hugged him tight. "Thanks for coming. I could've driven home by myself, but..." "Nonsense," he said. "That's what fathers are for." She looped her arm through his and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Thanks, Dad. You're the best." ----- They picked up the rental truck and returned to the dorm, where they loaded Aly's things. Henry couldn't imagine how she'd fit so much stuff in her tiny dorm room. It filled nearly half of the small truck. After she checked out of the dorm, they had dinner and spent the night in a hotel. Her car was still with the dealer, but Henry arranged for them to send it cross-country when the repairs were complete. The service manager had balked at Henry's "request," but the dealership's general manager understood the unspoken threat in Henry's voice. The next morning, Henry and Aly were on the road by seven o'clock, with sausage biscuits and hot coffee. Henry cringed at Jayne's imagined reproach, but he savored the buttery biscuit and willed her to silence. "What're you smirking at?" Aly asked. He felt his cheeks heat. "Smirking?" "Yeah. Just now. You were smirking." "I shouldn't be eating this," he admitted. "Because of your cholesterol?" He nodded. In the blink of an eye, she snatched the biscuit and began rolling down her window. "Aly, no!" She tossed it out, wrapper and all. "Aly, that was my breakfast!" "We'll stop for an early lunch," she said, unperturbed. He glared at her. "You know Jayne's going to ask me how you ate," she said. "And I won't lie to her." "You could've lied this once," he muttered, half serious, half joking. "No, I couldn't've. If you won't take care of yourself, the women in your life will just have to do it for you." ----- The trip through Tennessee was uneventful. After more than ten hours on the road, they stopped for the night in Memphis. They asked the hotel clerk for adjoining rooms, and opened the door between them. Henry checked his e-mail while Aly took a shower. He'd just finished replying to the urgent messages when she walked through the adjoining door. She wore a towel around her head and a baggy Hokies T-shirt. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her toss a bottle of lotion onto the bed and flounce after it. He glanced at her, but then immediately looked away. She wasn't wearing panties, and he'd caught a glimpse of her... He felt an all-too-familiar stab of desire, but he quickly suppressed it. He cleared his throat. "Um... sweetheart," he said tentatively. "This isn't your dorm." Even out of the corner of his eye, he could see her confusion. "Shouldn't you put on some shorts or something?" She laughed. "Oh, Dad." What's that supposed to mean? he wondered. "It's not like you're going to attack me or anything," she added. But she didn't cover herself, and Henry resolutely stared at his laptop. "No," he said, "but you shouldn't walk around half-naked, either." Breakdown "I'm not 'half-naked.'" "Aly," he said, his voice level, "I can see your... you know." "My what, Dad?" she teased. He cleared his throat again. "You know what I'm talking about. And I'm not going to turn around till you put on some shorts." "All right." She hopped off the bed and returned to her own room. "If I'd known you were going to be such a prude," she shouted back, "I'd've worn a hoodie and sweats." She returned a moment later, wearing a pair of running shorts instead. "I was finished with my legs anyway." She pulled off her T-shirt and Henry almost gave himself whiplash as he turned to face his computer. ----- Later that night, Henry lay awake in bed. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Aly's pussy. Her lips were smooth and hairless, and he wondered if she shaved the rest. As soon as the thought popped into his head, he suppressed it in a wave of guilt. Fathers do not think of their daughters that way, he told himself. Leanne had her pubic hair waxed. She kept a little strip above her slit, but the rest was bare. She didn't even bother to hide her body from him. It was just one way she tormented him, and he hated her for it. Personally, he liked more hair than just the strip, but that was the style these days. Besides, he'd be happy with any pussy he could get. Except my daughter's, he added hastily. He tormented himself for another ten or fifteen minutes. When he realized that he had an erection, he felt even guiltier. He rolled over and tried to go to sleep, but his hard-on wouldn't go away. He kept seeing Aly's smooth pussy in his mind, or her breasts, so firm and round and... Stop it! he cried silently. Stop it, stop it, stop it! He punched the pillow and tried to get settled. Eventually, his erection subsided and he fell into a fitful, dreamless sleep. ----- Aly left the suite door open in the morning. Worse, she kept walking past it as she packed her small suitcase. She was nude, of course, and Henry did his best to keep his eyes focused on his laptop. He began pounding out e-mails, venting his sexual frustration on his computer. Before he realized what was happening, he felt Aly behind him. Fortunately, she was dressed. She rubbed his shoulders and he began to relax. "Do you want a sausage biscuit for breakfast?" she asked. He looked up and felt her shrug off his unspoken question. "We're on vacation," she said. "I won't tell." He smiled. The old Aly was back, the girl he loved, rather than the sex kitten flashing her father. "Sure, sweetheart," he said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, Dad." "I love you too, sweetheart." "Now c'mon," she said. "Let's stop by McDonald's on the way out of town." He smiled and closed his laptop. ----- For the next two hours, they talked about everything in the world, from engineering courses to music to boys. Or, as Aly corrected him, "men." He didn't like to think of her dating men instead of boys, but she wasn't a little girl anymore. She told him about dating an English professor—a man fifteen years her senior—and Henry even managed to hide his disapproval. Fortunately, the relationship didn't last, since she didn't want a long-term commitment. Then she told him about one of the engineering professors. He'd been married and older still, but she ended their relationship after only a month. "What about guys your age?" Henry finally asked. She shrugged indifferently. "They're boys," she said. "They only care about one thing—getting into my pants—but most of 'em wouldn't know what to do if they got there." She shrugged again. "I just like older guys. Men." She looked at him sidelong. "I wonder why." Henry felt his face flush, and he concentrated on the road. He tried not to think about her comment, but he wasn't entirely successful. He did manage to discreetly re-arrange his erection, but it wouldn't go away, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. They fell silent for the next twenty miles. He didn't know what she was trying to do, but he couldn't get her out of his mind. He told himself—over and over—that fathers didn't think of daughters "that way." He had a difficult time convincing himself. They stopped for lunch at the Arkansas-Oklahoma border. Aly ordered a chef's salad, while Henry ordered a cheeseburger and French fries. She gave him a sharp look, but he said, "Vacation, right?" She relented a moment later, and reached across the table to pat his hand. He felt an electric tingle and immediately looked away. Aly merely giggled and stole one of his French fries. "Oh, Dad," she said with a sigh. They finished their meal in relative silence, but Henry couldn't keep his eyes from her. She wasn't wearing much makeup, and she had her hair pinned up. Still, she looked beautiful. She was wearing a halter top—without a bra—and he could clearly see her small nipples. He tried not to stare, but she caught him once and he turned bright red. After lunch, he was glad to get back on the road. Aly wasn't built like her mother, but her lithe figure accented what breasts she did have. Unfortunately, she turned in her seat and sat with her back against the door. She rested her thigh on the seat, and her shorts were loose enough that he could almost see... He gripped the wheel and stared straight ahead. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Aly grinning at him. ----- The drive across Oklahoma was mostly uneventful, and Henry kept his mind on business. When he had good cell phone service, he made a few calls, and got updates from Jayne about the situation with Raytheon. When they neared the Texas border, the truck started grinding each time Henry let off the accelerator. Aly took out the map. They decided to stop for the night in Amarillo. It was the next big town, and they could have a mechanic look at the truck. Unfortunately, the grinding grew worse. When the truck gave a final lurch, Henry gripped the steering wheel. He might not be a mechanical engineer, but he knew the sound of metal on metal when he heard it. The interstate was straight and flat, but it was also full of 18-wheelers traveling eighty miles an hour. He looked for a place to pull over. The transmission gave a final squeal and the engine died. The steering grew heavy and Henry aimed for the shoulder. An air horn bellowed as a truck barreled past. He turned on the hazard blinkers and sat back, his shoulders suddenly hot with tension. "Wow," Aly said. "That was close." Henry nodded wordlessly. Then he flipped open his cell phone. It didn't have a signal. "Try yours," he said. Aly opened her phone, but then shook her head. "Well," he said, resigned, "I guess we're walking." They shouldered their bags and started walking toward the town ahead. A battered old tow truck passed them about twenty minutes later. It pulled to the shoulder and waited for them in a cloud of dust. "Is that your truck broke down back there?" the driver asked, hooking a thumb behind him. Henry nodded. "I can't tow it with this rig," the driver said, "but I can give you a ride to town. That's where I'm goin'." "That'd be great," Henry said. "Thanks." "I'm Tyler," the driver introduced himself. "Hank," Henry said. "And this is my daughter, Aly." "Pleased to meet ya." They made small talk during the drive. The town was called Lela, and Tyler owned the only garage in town. "Sorry I can't tow your truck tonight," he said. "My main tow truck's on the rack." He pointed to a brown cardboard box on the dash. "Fuel pump." Henry nodded. "I'll have it fixed tomorrow, 'bout midmorning," Tyler said. "If you'd like, you can call Moneymaker's Towing in Shamrock," he continued. "They'll charge you for the trip out here, in addition to the tow, but I won't be able to look at your truck till I get mine off the rack anyway. You can have Moneymaker's tow you back to Shamrock, though." He shrugged. "Will you be able to fix our truck once you get it to your garage?" Henry asked. "Won't know till I look at it." "Fair enough." "Do you want to call Moneymaker's?" Tyler asked. "I can give you the number." Henry looked at his watch. It was nearly nine o'clock. He had an emergency number for the rental company, but he decided to deal with them in the morning. "Do you have a hotel in town?" he asked. Tyler gave him an appraising look. It wasn't a puzzled look, though, which raised Henry's opinion of the man. "Sure," he said at last. "We have the old Grand. It's not very modern, but it's clean." "Then I think we'll spend the night," Henry said. "If you can tow the truck in the morning..." Tyler nodded. "I'll drop you off at the hotel and give you a call when I'm ready in the morning. Should be nine or ten o'clock. A'ight?" "Sounds good," Henry said. He pulled out his wallet. "How much do I owe you for the ride to town?" "No charge." "Are you sure?" Tyler snuffled and nodded. "Wouldn't be able to call myself a Christian if I'd left you there on the interstate." He tipped his hat. "See you in the morning." Henry thanked him again and then shut the truck's door. It pulled away with a cloud of dust. The Lela Grand Hotel was clean, but small and dated. It must've been built in the Twenties, and it hadn't been renovated since. It looked like something out of a movie, with faded red carpet and battered wood paneling. The manager perked up and smiled as they approached the desk. Probably the owner, Henry thought. "I'd like two rooms for the night," he said aloud. "I don't suppose you have adjoining rooms?" "Sure do," the man said. He had Henry sign the register—an honest-to-God paper register—and swiped Henry's credit card through a reader. The device chirred as it dialed. Then a busy signal blared. "Ah, that happens all the time," the manager said. "You look like the trustworthy type, though. I'll just make an imprint of your card and we'll run it through when you check out. Is that okay?" "Fine," Henry said. The manager handed over two keys—genuine brass keys, with faded plastic fobs. "Rooms 6 and 8," he said, "at the top of the stairs, to your right. Do you need help with your bags?" Henry shook his head. The hotel might be quaint, but the manager was polite, and Henry couldn't ask for more, especially in the middle of nowhere. The rooms were just as dated as the lobby. The TVs were fairly modern, but the phones were old single-line clunkers. Henry threw his suitcase and laptop on the bed. It squeaked as they landed. A moment later, Aly knocked on the adjoining door. He unlocked it and swung it open. "Nice place, huh?" she said. She was serious. "It's kinda cool, isn't it?" "It's not what I'm used to," he said, "but it'll do in a pinch." "The bathrooms have old cast-iron bathtubs. Cool, huh?" Ten minutes later, she met with her first disappointment: her bathroom didn't have any hot water. She started to call the front desk, but then had an idea. She went into Henry's bathroom and tried the tub. "It's hot," she said. "If you don't mind, I'll just take a bath in here." He gestured with a smile. While she ran a bath, he plugged the phone cord into his laptop. The dial-up connection was slow, but the computer began downloading e-mail. He listened to Aly hum as she soaked in the bath. His thoughts wandered to her body, and he quickly flushed with embarrassment. After a guilty moment he shook off the thought and concentrated on his computer. ----- "Do you want to have a late dinner?" Aly asked when she emerged from the bathroom. Henry turned but then quickly looked away. She was wearing a single white towel. Around her head. Her nipples were puckered and stiff from the air conditioning, and he had an answer to his question about her pubic hair: she had a small strip above her slit. "Oh, Dad," she chided, "don't be such a prude." "Sweetheart, I'm your father. I'm not your boyfriend." "So? You've seen me naked before." "Not since you were ten." "That's not true. You've seen me plenty of times since then." He had, but he felt guilty remembering. She and her friends had a cavalier attitude about nudity. He'd seen her and the other girls as they sunbathed topless. Or when they spent the night and wore scanty nightshirts. Or when her best friend, Jordyn, accidentally sent him e-mail with... "Hello?" Aly said. "Dad?" He shook his head and looked at her. He'd forgotten about her nudity, and felt his face heat as he looked away. His embarrassment redoubled when he felt his erection bind in his underwear. "Oh, Dad," Aly said. She leaned over his shoulder to kiss his cheek. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her nipples, pinkish-brown and pointy. She walked to her room and he breathed a sigh of relief. His erection didn't go away, but at least he could shift it and ease the pressure. ----- The diner across the street was open, and they ate a quiet meal. Henry's thoughts were chaotic and completely inappropriate—he couldn't get the image of Aly out of his mind. Back in the hotel room, he lied and told her he had a headache. He closed the door between their rooms and leaned against it, mentally exhausted. A cold shower didn't do anything to dampen his libido. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Aly's firm breasts or trimmed pussy. He climbed into bed with an erection. He wanted to jerk off, but he refused to do it with thoughts of his daughter clouding his imagination. He tried to think of Leanne, but his mind's eye kept returning to Aly. He thought about a half-dozen other women, from movie stars to employees, but Aly always returned to the forefront. He even went to his computer and tried surfing for porn, but the dial-up connection was painfully slow. In the end, he went back to bed, where he tossed and turned until he eventually fell asleep. ----- Henry opened his eyes and gazed up at the plaster on the ceiling. It had once been white, but age and water stains had turned it a dull yellow. He had an erection—he'd been dreaming about Leanne. Again. He could've sworn he felt her next to him, but that was crazy. The feeling persisted, so he glanced to his right, just to be sure. He recoiled in surprise and leapt out of bed. Aly, sleepy-eyed and disheveled, blinked at him from the other side of the bed. "Unh, what time is it?" "What're you doing in here?" he blurted. "My air conditioner started making a racket, so I came in here." "Alyson..." He drew a deep breath and waited for his heart to slow. "We need to talk." "About what?" She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. Henry immediately sat on the bed again. Aly was wearing a midriff halter top and a matching pair of panties. The outfit was tight and translucent. It certainly didn't leave anything to the imagination. He rested his arm on his thigh to hide his renewed erection. "Alyson," he began, slowly, deliberately, "I'm not your boyfriend, and this isn't a dorm room." "I know. So?" "I'm your father, and you shouldn't dress like that around me. More importantly, you shouldn't sleep in the same bed with me." "But my air conditioner..." He set his jaw. "It's not right." She rolled her eyes. "It's vacation. I won't tell if you won't." "This isn't like a sausage biscuit, sweetheart." "So?" "Alyson, I'm your father. For that matter, I shouldn't see any girl your age dressed like that." "I'm not a girl," she shot back. "Okay," he conceded, "I shouldn't see any woman your age dressed like that." "Why? Don't you like me?" "I love you, Aly, and that's precisely why I shouldn't see you like that. And it's precisely why you shouldn't be sleeping in my bed. It's not right." "Why? We didn't do anything. I mean, you didn't even know I was there until you woke up." She was right, and it scared him. He was used to sleeping with someone, and he hadn't even noticed when the someone in question wasn't his wife. "That's beside the point," he said. "Wrong is wrong, whether I know about it at the time or not." She huffed. "When did you become so repressed, Dad?" "I'm not repressed." "Then why are you so uptight about how I'm dressed?" She flung back the covers to make sure he could see everything. He controlled his breathing with an effort of will. "Aly, that outfit doesn't leave anything to the imagination." "It's not supposed to. That's why I wore it, Dad. I'm a grown woman. I choose who gets to see my body." Her eyes glinted. "And I choose you." "Aly..." "I know you're not a prude, Dad. So relax. And don't worry about what I'm wearing. I don't dress like a slut in public. So if I want to dress sexy in private, why should you complain?" "But I'm your father," he said, which sounded feeble. "So? You're still a man, aren't you? Or has Mom finally cut off your balls?" He squared his shoulders and scowled. "Now listen here, young lady—" "Oh, come on, Dad! Do you think I don't know about Mom and her affairs? I know what she's been doing to you, and I hate her for it." "That's between her and me," Henry said. "You think it doesn't affect me? Or Chad and Kacy? We know what's going on." "Still, it's none of your business—" "It is my business when I see how unhappy you are. Why don't you divorce her?" "Because I made a vow, and I'm going to honor it." "Even if Mom ignores it?" "I made a vow," he said stubbornly. "Then why don't you have a mistress? Tons of women would sleep with you. And not just women your age, either. You're totally sexy. Women my age would sleep with you." His eyes widened. "Sure," she said. "Jordyn's always thought you were hot. She'd sleep with you in a heartbeat. And she's not the only one." "This is not the kind of discussion we should be having," he said suddenly. "Do you want to take a shower? Or do you want me to go first?" "Why don't we take one together?" He ignored the question. She rolled her eyes. "Fine" he said. "I'll go first." Once again, the cold water didn't do a thing for his erection. He didn't want to emerge from the bathroom clad in just a towel, but his pajamas wouldn't hide his hard-on any better. So he wrapped the towel around his waist and hoped that Aly had returned to her room. She hadn't, and her eyes fell to his groin. He quickly turned to face the sink, but he could feel her looking at him. She casually stripped off her halter and panties. She stood behind him, almost defiantly. He could see her in the mirror, but he resolutely focused on his own reflection. "You can't avoid the issue forever, Dad," she said at last. "I don't know what you're talking about." "You're a man," she said, "not a monk. If Mom won't have sex with you, then you should find someone who will." He stubbornly kept his mouth shut. She shook her head in resignation. "Fine. Have it your way. But that"—she nodded at his hidden erection—"won't go away simply because you ignore it." ----- Copyright © 2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. Breakdown "We'll have to stop, Mom. I need to get the radiator looked at. I can't keep filling up with water every hundred miles. Ring Aunt Molly and tell her we'll be there tomorrow. Probably." Jenny Miller nodded. Tom was right. The car needed looking at, without a doubt. She spotted something up ahead. "What about there?" They were lucky. 'There' was a service station, the old-fashioned kind, where the owner/proprietor/mechanic actually knew what he was talking about, was proud of his ability to fix things, and didn't seem the kind to overcharge them. It wasn't all good news, though. "The radiator is okay, no problem there. What you have is a split hose. Normally, I could fix that in ten minutes, but I used the last of that size two days ago. I have more coming in, due tomorrow. I can fix it then." "So we need somewhere to stay tonight. Any suggestions?" The mechanic's face creased in thought. "Motel is closed, doesn't open until Monday week. We never got an awful lot of tourist trade here, and with the Interstate rerouted, even less. Suits some of us fine, but Joe and Ella take themselves a vacation, about now, so it's closed. Old Ma Benn sometimes takes overnighters, but she's in hospital." He brightened. "I know! My old trailer is around back. It's clean, I promise you, an' you're welcome to use it for tonight." "That's great," said Jenny, "But where do we get something to eat?" "There's a stove in the trailer, butane. I can let you have a couple of slices of ham, an' a couple eggs. Do at a pinch, I guess." Jenny stepped over and kissed the mechanic's cheek. "You are an angel!" The man grinned, embarrassed. "Shucks, ma'am, you'd do the same, was the position reversed." "I hope I would, but you did it. How much do we owe you?" "I'll add a couple of dollars onto the bill in the mornin'. Grab your bags, and I'll show you the trailer." A hundred yards away, in a copse of trees, the wheels blocked up. Small, clean, just as he'd said. Stove, tiny bathroom - plumbed in - dining area, and a bedroom. "You folks have a good night, an' I'll get myself off home. I'm 'bout two miles down thataway, anything happens. It's the only house. My wife an' I keep a few hogs, that's how come I had the ham. I'll see you folk in the morning, an' we'll get your car fixed and get you on your way." "We're much obliged, and thank you. Good night." "G'night, ma'am, mister." and he was away. "Mom, we have a problem." "No, son, we don't. It's a double, plenty of room for the both of us." "Mom!" "It's okay, son. Honest. Now let's see how this stove works." Much the same as any other trailer stove was the answer, after they'd found the main tap on the butane tank, and they enjoyed the ham and eggs, washed down with coffee they still had in the thermos flask. Fed, they sat at the table and chatted for a while, until Jenny stood. "I dunno about you, Tom, but I'm tired. I'll get washed, and into bed. I'll scoot over against the side, so's you'll have room to get in." She looked away for a moment, then back at him, her face troubled. "Tom, you know I usually sleep nude at home, don't you?" "Yes, Mom. I did catch you out once or twice, remember? You have a point?" And he'd had to jack off in his own bed later, those times he'd caught his mom in her skin. Slim, trim, fit, her breasts small but still shapely, no discernible droop that he could see. Damn' good-looking woman, no doubt about it. Jenny nodded. "Yes, Tom, I have a point. No nightdress in my bag. I'll try not to make you uncomfortable, but I guess I'll be sleepin' in my skin tonight." Tom nodded, a strange excitement in him. Sharing a bed with his naked mother! "That was part of the problem you said we didn't have, Mom. I don't have any PJ's, either. I could sleep in my shorts, I suppose, but I'm used to sleeping in my skin, too." Jenny smiled. "No problem, then. We both sleep in our skins. We'll both get embarrassed, and then we won't be embarrassed, see?" Tom laughed. "Sort of, Mom. You take the bathroom first, okay?" Jenny nodded. "I'll just grab my toilet bag." She wasn't long, and when she stepped out from the bathroom, she had already undressed, shoes in one hand, her clothes over the other arm. She smiled at him, a spot of color in her cheek, but made no attempt to hide herself, laying her clothes on a chair, and slipping into bed. The image of a neat delta was burned onto his retina, a delta bare of fleece, her cleft clear to him. Wow! Mom shaved her pussy! He was fighting an erection as he washed and brushed his teeth, but he'd managed to will it mostly down when he stepped out of the bathroom. Like his mom, Tom had decided to undress in the bathroom, and he was naked as he laid his own clothes on another chair, turned off the lamp, and slipped into bed beside his mom. He bent across to kiss her cheek, to kiss her goodnight. Whether she'd had the same idea, and was turning to him, he didn't know, but instead of her cheek, he found himself kissing her lips. He made to pull back, but there was a moan deep in her throat, her arm snaked around his neck, and she drew him back into her kiss, into her embrace. A long kiss, which she broke with a muffled cry. "Sorry, Tom," she whispered. "It's okay, Mom," he murmured, but it wasn't okay. Her kiss had had a primeval effect on him, and his sudden erection was hard, aching for her. He kissed her cheek and lay back, his mind whirling. The instant desire he'd felt for her, for his mother, scared him. But it excited him, thrilled him, made his prick feel like it was made of steel. "Goodnight, Tom." "Goodnight, Mom. sleep well." They lay, silent, for ages, but each of them knew the other was awake. It was Jenny who spoke first. "Tom?" "Yeah, Mom?" "Can I ask you a very, very, personal question?" There was a long pause before he spoke, but he knew she was waiting for his answer. "Of course you can, Mom, but I don't know whether I'll answer." Another pause. "What did you feel there, when we kissed? Was it more than just a 'goodnight, mom' thing? Did you want me?" Her voice was hesitant, unlike his usually assured mom. He took a deep breath, but he knew, somehow, that it was important to her that he answer, and even more important that he answer honestly. "Yes, Mom, I did. I wanted you more than I can remember ever wanting a woman before." She sighed, but it was a sigh of acceptance, not irritation, not exasperation. A soft laugh in the night. "We're two of a kind, son. I wanted you, too." Another laugh. "I guess I still do." He took a chance. "Mom? Give me your hand?" She moved in the darkness, and he reached out, feeling for her hand. He took it, and moved it to his prick, so that she could grasp his hardness, hearing her breath hiss in on a gasp. "I guess I still want you, too, Mom." He could almost hear the smile on her face when she spoke. "I guess you do at that, son. I thought I felt something poke me when we kissed." There was another long pause, and he could barely hear her when she spoke again. "Question is, what do we do about it?" "Mom?" Her voice was stronger this time. "You heard, what do we do?" He felt her move, releasing him, but it was only to roll over, to face him, and it was her other hand that took him in a gentle grasp. "Tom?" "Yeah, Mom?" "When did you last get laid?" He laughed, he couldn't help it. "Mom! What sort of question is that to ask your son?" She chuckled. "One designed to get information. Come on, tell!" "Last night. Kathy wanted to give me a proper goodbye before we left this morning. I mean, it could be a whole two weeks before I see her again." A thought struck him. "You?" "The night before your dad was killed." "Mom! That's three years! You've been dating, I felt sure you must have, I mean, you're a very attractive woman." "Thanks for that, son. I guess I never wanted any sex." A pause. "Until now." They were both silent for a while in the darkness, until Jenny spoke again. "Tom?" "Yes, Mom?" "Do you have any, um, rubbers with you?" If anything, his prick got harder. "Yeah, Mom. Three, I think, in my wallet." He heard her draw a deep breath, and when she spoke her voice was hesitant, a tremble in it. "Will you make love to me, Tom? Fuck me? Make me feel wanted again?" He could barely speak for the excitement building in him, but managed to keep his voice steady, gentle. "Is that what you want, Mom? Truly?" Please say yes, Mom, please! "God forgive me, son, but yes, it is what I want. I want to feel a cock in my pussy, I want to feel a man, someone who loves me, I want to feel him riding me, wanting me. I want to come, I want to come hard, with a cock in my pussy, feel that cock come in me." Another soft laugh. "That last bit had better be in a rubber, since I'm not on the pill and seem to have misplaced my diaphragm." Tom was thinking furiously. That he wanted to do this was a given, considering how hard he was, but there were other considerations. "Mom?" "Yes?" "Is this a once-only thing?" "I guess it is, son. Tomorrow, all being well, we'll be at your aunt Molly's, and there's no way I could sleep with you and not have her know about it." Jenny laughed. "I suppose we could invite her to join us." A giggle. "Your cock thinks that's a good idea!" She sighed. "Yes, son. Once-only." They both understood the unstated, 'unless Molly joins in'. "Mom, I put my prick, my cock, in your pussy, I'm gonna come in about three seconds flat, and I don't think either of us wants that, do we?" "We most certainly do not! Got another idea?" "Ever given anyone a blowjob?" A pause, and then a soft chuckle. "Yeah, once or twice." "Will you eat me, Mom? Give me a blow job?" "Assuming I say yes, what then?" "I eat you. I like eating pussy, Mom, and yours is shaved, like Kathy's, and shaved pussy is succulent." Jenny laughed. "And then we fuck?" "And then we fuck, Mom, yes." "I eat you, then you eat me, then we fuck? Is that it?" Her voice was neutral. "Yes, Mom. That's it." He was eager, but didn't want to repel her, and fought to keep the eagerness from his voice. He needn't have worried. "Hell, yes! Son, that's the best idea I've heard since the first time I ever got myself laid." She laughed. "And that's a long time ago." She squeezed his prick. "You ready for mama to come cock-sucking?" "Yes, Mom!" She threw back the bed covers, and moved to kneel between his legs, a shape in the darkness. Her hand took a gentle grasp, and he felt more than saw her head move down, until he felt the 'O' of her mouth close over the head of his prick. He hissed in a breath at the exquisite sensation. Kathy was good at giving head, very good, and they both enjoyed it, but this was his mom! And she was good, too, very good. Teasing him, nipping at his glans with her lips, her tongue busy. She went down, down as far as she could, her lips tight around him, and then up again, letting him slip from her mouth with a soft 'pop'. "Tom?" "Yes?" "Can you reach my breasts? I kinda think I'd like to feel your hands on me." "Sure thing, Mom." He sat up, pulling the pillows behind him as a support, and reached for her, moving his hands under her slender torso, sliding his hands over her soft skin, until her felt her breasts, cupping them, feeling the nipples hard against his palms. "That's it, son, just play with them." Her head went down again, and he felt her lips close over his hardness, sliding down, almost to his root, then up again, her tongue making patterns on his sensitive glans, her lips just tight enough to feel like a wet pussy, and he stifled a groan, thinking, 'soon, very soon, and it will be in Mom's pussy'. His fingers were busy on her breasts, molding them in his hands, his fingers pulling at her nipples, caressing, enjoying the feel of soft, warm, sexually excited female skin. They were both excited, both stimulated by the illicit nature of their intimate contact, both ready to make the other feel good, both ready to feel good themselves, and the volcano was getting ready to blow. Tom could feel the excitement building in him, the tension climbing, his sensations sharpening, and he knew it couldn't be long. He gave her breasts a soft squeeze. "I'm close, Mom, very close. Finish me off with your hand if you want." Her head lifted for a moment, and he felt the summer night air cool upon his heat. Her hand kept up a gentle stimulation. "No way, son, you're coming in my mouth, and that's it!" "Yes, Mother," he said, mock-meek, and she giggled. "There's a good boy." Her head went down again and her lips and tongue got even busier. There was no way he could last, not after she had brought him nearly all the way, and then told him, told him flat, that he was coming in her mouth. She lengthened her stroke, her lips tightening over his glans as she let him slip almost from her mouth, then moved down again, tight, hot, wet. "Mom!" he said urgently, "I'm gonna come, Mom, I'm gonna - Oh, fuck! I'm coming!" But by then she knew, swallowing frantically as her son blew his excited wad, filling her mouth, his prick jerking as she sucked, his hips fighting not to drive his rod down her throat, the reflex action clear to her as she felt the orgasmic spasms of him clear down to her toes. Slowly, slowly, he calmed, his jet slowing to a trickle, the trickle to a seep, the seep to nothing, her mouth busy, keeping his seed from spilling into their borrowed bed. Eventually, she took a long lick around the head of his shrinking prick, causing a reflex spasm, but that was all it was now. He had come, and for the moment, was done. He dragged in a deep, trembling breath. "Wow!" he said, on a long exhalation. Jenny laughed, a soft, happy sound in the night. "Wow, eh? I'm that good?" "Mom, you're incredible, absolutely incredible. Best blowjob I've ever had. Ever. Kathy's good, very good, I think it's because she enjoys it, enjoys making me feel good, but that was amazing." He dragged in another deep breath, and exhaled, still trembling in post-ejaculation recovery. Jenny lifted herself, and sat back on her heels. The moon had lifted over the nearby hills and was casting a pale light through the thin drapes at the window of the trailer, so that he could see the beautiful, silvered shape of her in the dim light. He could see her smile, the gleam of her eyes, her teeth. "I enjoyed that," she said, her voice a caress in the night. "I think we're going to need a little rest before round two, eh?" "Absolutely, Mom. I definitely need some recovery time." He was surprised, because Jenny came forward, lying half on him, her breasts against his chest, one slim leg between his. She turned her head, laying her cheek against his chest. "I can hear, feel, your heartbeat." "Proves I'm alive, Mom, that I didn't just dream that." "Good dream?" "The best." "Not a nightmare, then." Her voice was soft, her tone reflective, and he kept silent, just letting his hand stroke lazy circles over her upper back, loving the feel of her skin. "I guess we just broke the law," she murmured. "Yeah, Mom, I guess we did, and we're going to break it again, aren't we?" "You still want to fuck me?" "Heck, yes! After that blowjob, Mom, I have to do something to repay you, make you feel as good as you made me feel." Tom laughed. "If I can, that is." "Oh, you will, son, you will. I have absolutely no doubt about that!" She reached down, giving his limp prick a little squeeze. "Just get that lovely weapon of yours nice and hard again, and slide it into my pussy, and you will guarantee I have a good time." "Do my best, Mom, but I need to taste my dish of the day first." "Dish of the day, eh? Have you started writing poetry or something?" "Once in a while, yeah. Just for fun. It's absolute garbage, of course." "I doubt that, but I won't embarrass you by asking you to quote any." "Doubt I could remember it, Mom," he said, laughing. "Your chest vibrates when you laugh," she said. "Did you know that?" "I'll have to take your word for it, Mom. I'd probably need to have sensors measure it, 'cause there is no way I can lay my head on my own chest. Not while it's still attached to me, anyway." "And we both want that state of affairs to continue, don't we?" "Damn right, Mom! Mom?" "Yes?" "Are you ready to be eaten?" "More than ready, son. I've been getting steadily wetter just thinking about it. You'll have to drink me, not eat me!" A pause. "Tom? Do you eat Kathy?" "Yeah, Mom, all the time! We both enjoy oral sex. A lot. We learned to enjoy it while she was deciding whether I was getting her cherry or not. I guess it was an educational time for us, and even after I popped her, we still do it, because we both enjoy it. And if you'll roll over and let me up, I'll try to show you how much I'm looking forward to eating you!" "Roll over, eh? How about if I just sit on your face? Although, perhaps not, I'd hate to suffocate you." "Another time, maybe," he said, wondering, will there be another time? Probably not, so let's make this one good. "You wish," said Jenny, laughing, but there was no outright rejection in her tone. She pushed herself up. "Hey! Move off those pillows and let your mom get comfortable." He laughed, and rolled out of the way. Jenny moved up, went easily to her back, and made herself comfortable. He sat back on his heels, watching her in the faint moonlight filtering through the drapes. He'd never appreciated before just how good-looking his mom was. Oh, sure, he'd surprised her a couple of times, when they'd both forgotten she slept naked, but on those occasions she'd ducked away, and he had turned his back, acting the gentleman. Or the fool, he mused. But now, now he was seeing her as the desirable woman she was, naked, ready to have him fuck her, and the reality of it would make him hard again, soon. Very soon. "Okay, Tom. Shift your butt, and let me show you my pussy. Good working order three years ago, but no guarantees offered today." Her tone was light, playful, but he sensed that she was nervous. "Okay, lady, spread 'em," he growled. Jenny laughed, and moved her legs apart, making room for him between them. He wriggled down, leaning on his elbows, getting comfortable. He leaned in and breathed her in, the hot aroma of a sexually-excited, mature woman, overlaid with faint traces of the perfume of her soap. "You smell good, Mom," he said, his voice husky. "Thanks, Tom," she whispered. He bent forward again, extending his tongue, testing the range. On target! He hitched forward just a little, took a deep breath, and ran his tongue the length of her cleft, from the invisible-in-the-gloom pucker of her anus, to the hood of her clitoris, fighting a laugh as he thought, 'drink' was right, Mom, you're soaking! He savored her flavor for a moment, salty-sweet, tangy, hot on his tongue, rich, then bent forward again, and took another long sweep, pointing his tongue, pushing it into her depths. He heard a hiss from her as she gasped in a breath, and her fingers tightened in his hair, slackening as his tongue left her slit. He began to lay little kisses on her thighs, moving up, over her belly, across, above her mons, and down the other thigh, kissing, nibbling. He pointed his tongue again, and ran it up the crease between mons and thigh, and she tried to move her legs even further apart, making room for him. He let his tongue flick over her labia, sucking on them, pushing his tongue into her depths, never settling, flicking her clitoris now, as it began to peep from its hood. A groan from her as he did, her fingers in his hair tightening. "Careful, Tom, I'm kinda sensitive there," she whispered, intimate in the darkness. He kissed her, gentle, and went back to his random attacks on her core, nibbling, sucking, flicking, probing, with his tongue. She was breathing heavily now, almost gasping. "Oh, fuck, Tom! You've got me so close!" she gasped as his tongue flicked her clit. "Take me over the top, Tom. Take me over now!" Breakdown Today was the day from hell for Beth. Anything that could go wrong did; Murphy's Law was pulling no punches on her. Beth was barely awake as she got out of bed, grabbed a fresh towel and went to the bathroom. Leaning over the sink she took a close look at her face. 'Man, it is at times like this that I am so glad I wake up alone.' Beth shivered like she just saw a bug. Beth took off her pajama top which was no more than an old Broncos jersey, and tried to admire her body standing in front of the mirror in nothing but her thong. She wasn't having much luck; today wasn't one of her pretty days. Turning to her left profile, she sucked in her tummy. Then she turned to her right profile hoping it would look better. Nope. She turned around and looked over her shoulder at her ass; 'I do not know what men see in it, I hate my ass.' She shook her head and took off her underwear. She tested the water before stepping into the shower stall. When she turned on the shower radio it didn't work. 'Hmph' she thought; 'Didn't I just buy this? Piece of crap!' The water was squirting everywhere but on her, but with only a trickle of water she managed to finish her shower. She stepped out of the stall and slipped. She reached for the curtain rod; which was only a tension rod so it didn't support her weight and she went tumbling to the floor. She lay there for a minute. 'What else can go wrong.' She stood up and wrapped a towel around herself. She used another towel to dry the foggy mirror and it knocked her makeup into the toilet. She was grumbling out loud now. Finally dressed now, she went down stairs to make herself breakfast and burnt her toast. Her roommates must have been playing with the dial again. She decided on a bowl of cereal but the last quart of milk was sour. So when she managed to get out of the house it was 10 minutes behind her normal time which meant she wouldn't make it to Timmy's before she got on the highway. Her hope was that by the time she got to the city she would be able to stop at the Timmy's on the corner down the street from campus. It was mid-March before the clocks had to be switched and it was still dark out. It was chilly and the car wasn't warm yet. She hated 8 o'clock classes because it felt like she was going to night school. Although it was a very peaceful time of the day she would prefer it a little bit brighter. Her favorite time of the day was when the sun was just breaking the horizon or when it was just setting on it. Beth was on the road at about 6:30. She should be at Timmy's by 8:00 if she could make up time on the highway. She normally did pretty close to the speed limit but today she would have to kick it up a notch and try not to get noticed. She made it half way without any problems and got a little carried away singing to the radio when her car started to wobble. She maintained control, just like her uncle had taught her and pulled off to the side of the road. 'Fuck! Now what the hell am I going to do.' Beth turned the car off and got out. She walked all around to find out what happened and then she saw it: a flat. "Shit!" Beth yelled and stomped the ground. She was having a terrible day and this just made it worse. She stood beside her car trying to control her breathing and calm herself down. With a clear head she would be able to figure out what to do. After a few minutes she decided she would call CAA. Yes, it would probably take at least an hour but that's what she paid into it for. Searching her purse wildly on the side of the road; it only took a second to realize that she had forgotten her cell phone at home. 'Of course' she thought, gesturing into the air with her arms. 'Now what.' Beth practiced her breathing again; with her hands on her hips she looked down at the tire and tapped her foot. She looked at her watch and then sighed heavily. Beth scanned the surrounding vicinity to see if there were any nearby road signs that might have a service station or motel nearby. Finding none, she was left with one solution: go and find one herself. With tears streaming down her face she decided she would head south towards the city. She had been taught to stand tall in the face of adversity, so with her chin held high she dramatically flung her purse over her shoulder, locked the car with the automatic lock on her key ring, stuffed her keys in her pocket and began her march up the long road. The anger within her made her proceed with vigor and she promised herself that she was going to end this streak of bad luck come hell or high water. Beth turned her head when she heard another vehicle in the distance. She raced back to her car in hope that the vehicle would continue coming towards her. She listened intently. As she stared in the direction of the sound, the vehicle began to take shape. It was a truck, and as it got closer she realized it was a tow truck. She was elated at the sight of it and began flailing her arms over her head in the international 'I need help' wave. As the truck neared her she was able to make out how many people were inside the truck. A man; one very large man. He pulled far off on the shoulder beside Beth's car. The driver's side window began lowering on its own. Hesitantly she approached the truck. "Having trouble, miss? " He asked. Beth replied, "Yes. I could really use your help?" She had a pleading tone to her voice which tweaked the man's radar for sure. 'Hmm, a lady all alone on the highway with little to no traffic, what a way to start my day' he thought. "Hmm. A flat, eh? You got a spare?" He said as he leaned out the window. Beth immediately noticed the size of his arm. When this big strong rugged man opened his door she stepped out of his way. He stood over six feet tall easily and had a raw but gentle appearance to him that seemed quite harmless. His hair was cut very short and was peppered in color, as was his goatee. He had on jeans and a leather biker jacket and work boots. He smiled as walked towards her trying to get around his door so he could close it. Slightly intimidated by his size, she backed up and bumped into the car. "Watch yourself there." Tom said as he reached out to catch Beth. He reached out his hand and introduced himself. His hand engulfed hers. He seemed very friendly. She introduced herself; her voice quivering "Hi. I'm Beth.' "What is such a pretty thing like you doing out here alone? You know you shouldn't get out of your car if you're broken down on the highway and really you should be over on the shoulder more. You could get hurt here." He was smiling from ear to ear. Beth stood up a little straighter. "Listen buddy, I have had a day from hell and was not about to sit here and wait to be rescued. Do you not think that if I could have gotten over more I would have and do you think I wanted to get out and walk to the next town? For your information I forgot my phone at home and had there been a spare in the trunk I could have changed it myself. But that is what I pay CAA for, isn't it. So do you think you could hook this thing up so I can make it to class sometime today?" She was fuming. "Wow. Feel better?" Tom was still smiling. Beth's anger was subsiding when she realized his concern was genuine. She took a deep breath and simply shrugged. "I'm sorry. Little defensive. I have issues." Beth tried a smile, then looked at the ground. Tom laughed, "Don't we all? Is it front wheel or rear wheel?" The distraction was helping, Beth was feeling much better. "Front." "That makes things easier. Do you want to get in now or wait until I'm done hooking up? I could even show you how to do it so maybe next time a tow truck stops to help you, you could hook it up yourself." He smiled as he walked towards her car. The sarcasm was not lost on Beth and she smiled back. She was flattered he felt comfortable enough to tease her. She blushed and walked towards the truck. Tom tried the door and immediately looked back at her. "Uh, the door?" Beth turned towards him, "Well you know how to open a locked door right?" She laughed but fished her keys out anyway. As she pulled the keys from her pocket she dropped them into a puddle. Tom tilted his head and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "That's there's karma." Tom could hardly contain his laughter especially when he noticed her obvious frustration. "Damn it" Beth grumbled as she bent to retrieve her keys. Tom eyes were fixed on Beth's butt. He was trying to figure out whether she had on a thong or no underwear at all. He began evaluating what kind of woman she was. Would she actually go to class without any underwear on, in a skirt no less. He was staring at her. She sensed it and glanced over her shoulder, in that inviting doggy style pose. She held it for a few seconds then stood up; turned around and smiled at him now checking out her frontal view. "Hmm." Tom muttered then looked into her eyes. Beth looked at the car as she unlocked it. "I still need the keys to take off the emergency break and lock the steering." Tom held out his hand. Beth looked at the ground as she walked towards him. Holding out her hand but not looking at him she handed him the keys. He took them but not before he bent his head to get her attention. "I won't bite you know." Tom smiled again. Beth blushed as she looked at him and melted. Smiling she turned and walked back to the truck. She knew Tom was watching her because she didn't hear the car door open yet. She really didn't know what men liked about her look but liked the fact that he was interested. Beth waited in the truck while Tom did what he had to do. She liked his look and found herself staring. He had broad shoulders, a strong jaw line and great hands. Her eyes even drifted to his crotch when he turned and approached the truck. She was busy imagining what his penis would look like naked in her hands. He laughed when she realized he saw her looking. Flustered she blushed as she nervously twisted her hair. Tom hopped in to the truck and pulled up in front of her car. As he reversed he put his arm on the back of the seat. His hand was inches from Beth's face. She turned to check the proximity. She was slightly nervous but wasn't quite sure why yet. Was it a safety thing or an erotic tension thing? He stopped the truck and hopped out. The door slammed and the loud noise startled her. Her heart was racing. Beth felt very on edge and her body was overreacting to every sensation. She watched him intently. 'What is going on with me? He is just a tow truck driver. I don't even know him. Man, have I been celibate that long?' That's when she realized she wanted him. Tom motioned to her to come out. Confused but curious, Beth got out and went to him. "Hey, seriously though, would you like to know what I'm doing? You strike me as the tom boy type. You're obviously a feisty little thing." Tom's question was sincere. "Um, ya actually." Beth loosened up. "First you have to extend the sliders." Tom led Beth to the back and pulled out the big metal sliders. "Then you have to lower the wheel lift." Tom let Beth pull the lever at the side of the truck to lower the wheel lift. Beth was very interested and thankfully, distracted. "And you pull the lever." Beth reached for the wrong one. "No, this one." Tom reached around her to show her the correct one. His chest was touching her back. 'Breathe Beth. Concentrate.' She was trying to focus. "Make sure the bars are touching the tires. Now you have to get the slider bars from the truck and put them in behind the tires." Tom walked to the truck while Beth watched. He went ahead and slid them into the holes on either side of the wheel lift bar and secured it with two metal pins. They looked very heavy but he lifted them like they had no weight to them. She loved his obvious strength. "Now come back here with me and pull this lever and it'll lift the car." Beth followed him. She hesitated before pulling the lever. "Go ahead." Tom smiled. Beth pulled it and as soon as the tires began to lift off the ground she stopped. "Oh," she said as she stepped back. "No, no. Go ahead - that's what's supposed to happen." He laughed at her nervousness. Beth pulled it again and this time continued until the front of the car was completely off the ground. She smiled, proud of herself. "Now with this lever, pull the car closer to the truck." Tom waited as she followed his directions. "Good. See, not so hard eh? Now I'll do the rest 'cause it gets a little dirty. Not that you couldn't but I wouldn't want you to get your outfit dirty. Not to mention you're in a very; very short skirt and it wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to have you get down on all fours under the car and hook this chain up." Tom smiled a devilish grin as he pulled the chain off the back of the truck. Beth stood off to the side and watched him get down on one knee; reach under and hook the heavy chain to the underside of the car. Then he went and got two small lights from the back of the truck and stuck them on the trunk. Then he draped the wires over the roof and under the wipers, finally wrapping them around the levers on the passenger side of the truck. "Ok, we're done now." Tom held the door open as he waited for her to get in. Beth smiled and took one last look at the car as she stepped up on the side to get into the truck. Her foot slipped and she fell back into him. Neither of them moved for what seemed like an hour. His face was at her neck. He breathed in her tropical scent. Wondering if it was her hair, her perfume, or just her. "Mmm, you smell great," he said 'And you feel so good too' he thought. She too liked the feel of his strong arms around her. "Thank you," was the best Beth could come up with. Nervously she tried to get in the truck again. Tom stopped her. Beth looked back at him confused. "Wait." Tom's voice was deeper than before and he wasn't smiling. Tom turned her around; put his huge hands on either side of her face and kissed her deeply and passionately on the mouth. Beth gave in and kissed him back. His face was smooth and he smelled of soap and musky cologne. He slid his hands down the front of her chest not lingering on her breasts as he passed them. Beth shivered. His hands slid around to grip her butt and he effortlessly scooped her up and placed her down gently onto the seat, the whole time still kissing her. She had a hold of his head, holding her mouth tight to his. By now Beth forgot everything about the terrible day she had been having. The diesel engine was making the truck vibrate and it was so loud it muffled the soulful sounds of Anthony Hamilton on the radio. The inside smelled of oil and mud but was mostly covered by the scent of vanilla air freshener. Beth couldn't believe she was doing this; it was so reckless. Tom broke from their kiss and stood straight, staring into Beth's attentive eyes. He could see the hunger in her and this made his cock twitch. He traced his hands down the tops of her thighs and briefly paused at her knees. Checking for her acceptance but not really waiting for approval he spread her legs and began gently sliding his large calloused hands up the inside of her thighs. She put up no resistance. She was losing her composure, her pussy getting very moist. Tom paused when his hands reached her pussy. His fingers had touched it just slightly but he could feel her wetness through her panties. The electricity from his touch jolted her; she threw her head back and sighed heavily. He pulled his hand back down her legs and her head lifted. She looked into his eyes begging him to continue. He grinned. His hands roughly hiked up her skirt. Beth braced herself, grabbing onto the back of the seat and the dashboard. He took hold of her thong and yanked it off, pulling her toward the edge of the seat. He leaned in toward her, his rock hard cock jamming into the side of the seat as he lunged over her. With one hand on the back of her neck, he pulled her mouth to his and greedily devoured her lips. With his other hand he suddenly palmed her mound. She gasped. Her dripping juices made his arousal turn animalistic. Beth moaned into his mouth. He pawed at her pussy, thoroughly drenching his hand, and kissed wildly at her mouth. Beth imagined how his mouth would feel so vigorously on her aching pussy. Beth, now clearly out of control, would allow Tom to take whatever he desired. He kissed her with a passion she hadn't felt for a long time, if ever. Their tongues were wrestling now in a frenzy of desire, slurping and sucking. It was at that moment that Tom sucked hard at her bottom lip as he pulled away briefly. Then when his mouth returned, he sucked at her lip again this time biting it. She yelped a little and pulled back; taken back with her split second of pain. 'Was that an accident?' she thought to herself. Then she ran her hands through his hair gripping his head and pulling him to her chest. He didn't have to be told what she wanted. Tom opened Beth's coat to reveal her now hard nipples that were begging to be released from the cotton confines. He roughly squeezed each one as he watched Beth's face grimace in pleasure. "Hmm." Beth's moan was almost inaudible. She was shaking as her body anticipated his touch and the weight of his body was making her muscles strain. Tom unbuttoned her top to reveal the silky blue ribbon outline of her bra. He kissed her cleavage finding the source of her coconut scent. He took hold of her breasts and squeezed them together as one, rubbing her erect nipples with his thumbs. Beth removed her shirt as he reached behind her and popped the clasp of her bra and pulled her arms free of it revealing her breasts fully. Beth could hold herself up no longer and fell back onto the seat. Tom took a minute to admire the beautiful woman laid out in front of him, and found his mouth drooling as he placed it on Beth's right breast. He sucked and licked the tender silky flesh and nibbled at her hard little nipple. She growled into Tom's ear. "Oh my god. What are you doing to me?" "Whatever I want," Tom said as he looked up at Beth. She was now on fire and he took complete advantage of the situation, slowly giving the same attention to her other breast. She found herself raising her hips to be touched at her most delicate place, attempting to grind into him as he continued a full out love assault on her breasts. "Ok, ok, kitten." Tom had Beth right were he wanted her. She was craving him and was spread out practically begging to be touched, pleased, and filled by him. He knew he had full control and that even if she wanted out, she couldn't go anywhere without his assistance. "Move up." Tom demanded. Beth complied and shimmied up the bench seat. She grabbed hold of the steering wheel and the back of the seat to pull herself so that her head was propped against the door. In the process she had managed to pull her skirt back down and was again covered. In Tom's lustful desire he clutched her tight skirt with both hands and wrenched it down her legs, dropping it on the ground outside the door. The rough treatment of her skirt scraped her legs and left them stinging. Tom stood at the door staring down at his newly uncovered toy. Beth stared back. Neither of them said a word. She slowly put one foot on the dash and one on the frame of the door and raised herself on her elbows. Her hair fell over her breasts and covered half of her face. The scent of Beth's sex was what sent him over the edge. The musky smell that makes men feral was heavy within the confines of the cab of the truck. He bent over her and slid his hands under her ass, resting on his elbow, and his face inches from her primed and sopping pussy. He blew on her and she shivered. Then gently he lapped at her lips like he was licking ice cream off the side of a cone. Long slow licks from the bottom of her ass to the top of her slit. He licked over and over again, getting harder and harder with every stroke of his tongue. Beth was watching, moving her pussy down as he licked up and up as he licked down. Her mouth was watering and subconsciously mimicked his. He could feel the urgency in her movements. On the next stroke he pushed harder with his tongue breaking through to the wet orchid hidden beneath her red swollen lips. Breakdown Fly into Atlanta, grab the rental car, and drive for about three hours to Montgomery, Georgia. That was the plan. The wedding was Saturday evening, so they planned to get to Sean's uncles' house Friday evening around dinner time. Their flight had arrived on time, and they got there luggage with no hassle. The rental car was ready and waiting. After a quick lunch they set out for the roughly three hour drive. It was hot and steamy and in the upper 80's, with the feeling of an impending storm in the air. The windows in the rental car were down as they drove towards Montgomery. They were both dressed for the weather, enjoying the change in climate from autumn in the northeast. Lexie had her seat reclined with her bare feet on the dashboard, her sandals discarded in the foot well below. Sitting like this caused her filmy yellow sun dress to bunch at her waist, exposing her nude thighs and yellow thong whenever she moved her hands from her legs; which she was doing every chance she could, in the effort to drive Sean wild. Glancing at his lap as she raised her arms above her head in an exaggerated stretch, it was obvious she was getting the reaction she had hoped for. Seeing another semi approaching on their right she quickly pulled her dress back over her thighs. Recognizing what she was doing Sean said, "Why don't you let the next one get a peek? We aren't from around here; it isn't like anyone will recognize you." Staring at him with her deep blue eyes she replied, "Ok, I will." Lexie laced her fingers behind her head and reclined back into her seat, her dress again bunching at her waist. She felt a quiver of excitement as a truck came roaring alongside them. Her heart raced as she noticed the trucks speed slow until the cab of the truck fell back enough that the driver could stare right down at her exposed legs and panties. Allowing the rush of excitement to overcome her, she placed her hands on her legs. Slowly and sensuously she rubbed them, even parting her legs slightly as she touched her panty covered sex. Suddenly she heard a voice yelling above the roar of the wind, "Take them off sweetheart, and show me what you got." Leaning forward she looked out her window up at the trucker. He was a young man with jet black hair and a smile that could melt a glacier. Leaning back again she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and lifted her ass from the seat as she slid it over her legs, stashing it underneath. Reclining back again she gave an involuntary shudder as the breeze blew across her exposed sex. She kept a small thin patch of pubic hair, or what Sean referred to as her "exclamation point" and it looked especially sexy with the wind ruffling her dress above it. "Go for it baby," Sean encouraged her as he drove, "give him a show he won't forget." Parting her legs she put one hand between them, rubbing her vagina as they raced along at seventy miles and hour. Her body alive with the excitement of what she was doing, Lexie slipped her long delicate middle finger between the lips of her pussy, losing herself in her exhibitionist desires. With long slow strokes she masturbated for her trucker as they cruised side by side. Using one hand Lexie spread her vagina open while rubbing her clit with her other hand, sending jolts of pleasure to her core. "Come on sweetheart," the trucker encouraged, "get off for me." Putting her left hand on top of her right Lexie pushed two fingers into her wetness and began thrusting her hips up to her fingers. She was so excited a dark spot was forming under her ass as her juices ran down the inside of her thighs. With a squeal and a moan Lexie came, slowing her hips as her orgasm subsided. "Care to pull off at the next rest stop with me?" her trucker asked. Smiling at Sean with lust in her eyes she asked him, "Do we have time?" Being no strangers to casual sex, the offer was very enticing, and Sean could tell from the look in her eyes that Lexie was definitely up for it. Glancing at his watch Sean frowned, they were a little behind schedule already. "Babe, you know how you get when we have others with us..." Sean said. Lexie frowned a little and shook her head in understanding. She was insatiable when they had multiple partners. The last time they had attended a swinger's party, she had taken on six guys plus Sean over the course of the night. One by one, they left the room spent, until it was only her and Sean left. They had then gone home and made love again, despite his protests that he couldn't go again. Not wanting to let the dark haired stranger go, she wrote their email address in large letters on a pad of paper, with the words: Another Time on it. "Thanks darlin'," the trucker yelled as he accelerated away. Lexie reclined again and smiled as the breeze ran over her half naked body, no longer concerned with covering herself. Looking at Sean with half lidded eyes she said, "I assume if we can't stop for him, we don't have time to stop for us either." Sean looked at her and shook his head no, "As much as I want to, we need to make up some time. I promise to make it up to you tonight and tomorrow though." Lexie pouted a little and said, "All right, but you'd better make it up to me in a big way." She reclined back and pulled her dress down in an effort to curb their desires. They were about an hour outside of Montgomery when they drove into a storm. The wind was whipping and the rain was coming down in sheets, reducing visibility to near zero. Sean slowed and took their exit, following their directions. Within ten minutes of leaving the exit they were on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. He pulled to the edge of the road to check the directions and their map. "Son of a bitch," he growled slamming the steering wheel, "we went past our exit. We must have missed it in this rain." Studying the map he estimated where they were. "If we turn around we should be able to hop back on the freeway and double back to the right exit. I guess we'll be late after all," he said putting away the map. Putting the car into drive, Sean started to turn the wheel for a U turn. He groaned as he felt the passenger side of the car start to slide, tapping the gas in an effort to power out of the slippage, the tires spun, "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered as the car failed to move when he gave it gas. Climbing out of the car he checked the tires. Soaking wet he climbed back in. "We're up shits creek," he told Lexie. "We'll need someone to pull us out of this rut." Putting his palms to his eyes as he thought, Lexie leaned over and kissed him. "Honey, we'll make the wedding tomorrow. Just think of this as a memorable trip, ok," she said as she sat back, "we're together with a weekend of fun ahead of us. Let's get through tonight and we'll start new tomorrow." His green eyes blazed at her with love. "Thanks. You're always there to center me," he said as he took the map back out. "A few miles back when we got off the freeway we passed through a small town briefly before I got us lost. I'll head back and see if I can get a tow truck or a local with a pick-up and a chain to pull us out. You just sit tight and wait, unless you want to walk on this muddy road in your sandals and dress?" Lexie twirled a curl of her auburn hair as if she was thinking about it and said, "I'll wait here." He gave her a quick kiss and then he was gone, swallowed by the pouring rain as he walked to town. Lexie watched him through the rear window until she could no longer see him; grabbing the USA Today they had bought at lunch, she removed her sandals and set about waiting to be rescued. The down pour slowed to a steady rain about fifteen minutes after Sean left. At least the weather is a little better for him, Lexie thought as she browsed through the paper. Looking through the rain- blurred windshield, Lexie squinted her eyes, trying to make out what she thought she saw. Flicking on the wipers to clear her view, she saw a truck approaching from down the road. Without hesitation she climbed into the driver's seat, opened the door and stood in the middle of the road, waving her hands above her head. The rain pasted her dress to her like a second skin; as light and filmy as it was, she could have been standing there nude for all the concealment it offered. She shook her head to clear the hair from her eyes, allowing it to hang down the middle of her back as the truck slowed to a stop in front of her. In the last minute or so the rain had slowed to a drizzle, leaving her standing in front of the truck barefoot and soaked. The driver's side door of the truck opened and a man stepped out around it, tipping his Stetson hat to her as he did. "Ma'am. Would your name happen to be Lexie?" the stranger asked with a sexy southern drawl. Slightly taken aback at his knowing her name, before realizing Sean must have sent him she replied, "Yes it is, did Sean send you?" The man in the Stetson looked away from her and cast his gaze at the ground in front of his own boots. "Ma'am, your dress is a bit wet, wouldn't you say?" Looking down at herself her heart skipped. She thought for a moment she was naked. Her breasts were a slight tint of yellow from her dress, with her dark nipples standing at attention. She could see her stomach and small patch of pubic hair as clear as if she had stepped from the shower. Pulling her dress outwards and releasing it made it a little better, but not by much. "What's a matter cowboy, you've never seen a lady before? My change of clothes are in the trunk and I'd prefer to get unstuck before I change, in case I have to get any more wet or dirty. So as long as you aren't offended by me being nearly naked, we'll just get me unstuck now if that's all right with you," she replied in a flirtatious way. Lexie noticed that when he raised his eyes to her body this time, he was enjoying the view now that she had told him it was ok. "My buddy Sam from town called me and asked if I could help him out, said you were stuck out here. Your husband Sean limped into the station and asked for help; guess he twisted his ankle pretty bad on the way to town. Sam was going to take him to the ER at the local hospital and get him checked out while I get you unstuck. Then I'm supposed to let you follow me to his gas station in town, where you'll wait for Sean to come back. My names James-Lee," he explained as he removed a chain from the cab of his truck. Lexie couldn't help but notice the smile on his face as he approached her. She could see his eyes roaming her exposed body from head to toe as he passed her. Squatting in front of her car he reached underneath, trying to find a place to put the chain. "Can you get my umbrella from my truck; I could use a little less water in my face when I'm trying to latch this on. I don't wanna snap the axle," he asked her. James-Lee smiled as he watched her shapely ass wiggle as she hurried to his truck. Without warning the sky opened up again with a torrential rush, just as she opened the umbrella. She stood over him holding it, trying to keep the hammering rain from him. Looking down the road, she was startled when he said, "I think we're all set." Dropping the umbrella in fright, they were both immediately drenched from the storm; the rain dripping off his Stetson leaving his smiling face dry, her dress again pasted to her skin. Looking her up and down again he said, "Your husband sure is a lucky man." Feeling the heat of his desire in his words she put a hand on her hip and asked, "How so?" Sensing the moment, James-Lee took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, probing her mouth with his tongue. Lexie kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his rock hard body. Breaking the kiss long enough to leap on him, she wrapped her legs around him, knocking his hat to the ground. His hands held her under her ass as they kissed. Laying her on the hood of her car he worked to lift her dress as she fumbled with his belt and jeans. Pushing him back she said, "Allow me," as she struggled out of her dress. James-Lee had his pants and underwear down in no time, freeing his eight inch cock from its denim prison. "Protection?" she asked him as she stroked his thick cock. Though she and Sean were as promiscuous as rabbits, safe sex was always the number one priority. Lexie cringed inside at the fear of losing another hot fuck to no protection. Inclining his head towards his truck he said, "In there." Climbing off the hood she led him by his dick to his truck. Pulling a condom from his glove box he rolled it down his cock. Sitting on his seat Lexie spread her legs and guided him into her, moaning as his thick cock stretched her pussy wide. Bracing herself in the open door she held on as James-Lee fucked her, slamming into her fast and deep. She came within minutes, her pussy convulsing on his throbbing penis. She pushed him off her, and guided him to his seat. Climbing atop him in his truck, she sank herself onto his cock. Slowly she rode him, running her hands over his wet chest. James-Lee moaned as he watched her hips sliding back and forth on his cock. Lexie guided his hands to her breasts, placing her own hands on the roof of the cab. Like a woman possessed she began thrusting on to him faster and faster, lost in the feeling of his cock entering her again and again. "Oh darlin'," he moaned with his Southern drawl, "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up." Collapsing onto his chest she buried her face in his neck, breathing in his musky man scent. Grasping her ass he thrust up into her again and again, drawing moans with each thrust of his cock. With a yell Lexie came, her pussy squeezing him like a vice as she arched her back in ecstasy. Gripping her ass tightly, James-Lee gave a final thrust and grunted as he filled his condom with hot semen. Panting they held each other as their breath slowly returned to normal. Looking down at him Lexie asked, "Is this what they mean by southern hospitality?" They both chuckled as he withdrew his softening penis from her. Lexie trotted back to her car and put her dress back on. Calling back to the truck she said, "Go ahead and give it a go." Standing back she watched as James-Lee pulled her car from the ditch. Five minutes later she was following him back to town, with a smile on her face that she couldn't hide. Breakdown Julie reached into the engine, inserted the sparkplug and expertly tightened it. She eased the rubber cap over the plug and snapped it into place. She then closed the hood and used a rag to wipe away the small smudge on the shiny metal flake pink. Making sure they were free from any grease or grime she opened the door, climbed in and started the engine. She slowly backed the vintage Mustang down the driveway and pulled into the street. Heading away from town it wasn't long before the car was cruising smoothly through the countryside. Up ahead she noticed a spot where the road widened out into a scenic overlook. Clicking on her blinker Julie eased off the road and parked. She immediately reached down and popped her hood. Ignoring the beautiful view she opened the hood, reached in and pulled one of the wires loose and then got back in her seat and waited. After a few cars drove by without slowing down she turned away several offers of help before a nicely kept car pulled over and stopped. A kindly looking gray-haired gentleman creaked out of the car and limped over. "Looks like you have car trouble," he said looking at her brown eyes. "What seems to be the problem ma'am?" Ma'am, hmm... she thought, so polite. "Yes, the engine just stopped and I can't get it started." He turned and peeked in at the engine. Quickly reaching inside, he fiddled around a bit and then looked back at her. "You had a loose wire. Go ahead and try to start it up." Julie inserted the key and started up the car. "Oh my," she exclaimed, "you fixed it so quickly." "Yeah, it was just a loose wire." "Well if you hadn't come along I'd have been stuck here all day. How can I thank you?" "It was really nothing, I'm just glad I could help." "But there must be something I can do for you," she replied, tossing her dark hair over her shoulders. She reached up and unbuttoned the top button on her blouse and wiggled a bit. "No, it's quite alright..." pausing as he watched her continue unbuttoning. "But I'm old enough to be your father," he continued. More like my grandfather, she thought to herself as she finished unbuttoning her blouse. She watched his eyes timidly move down her body over her taut nipples and then downward. She also noticed the tent forming in his pants. She quickly knelt and tugged his zipper down, thinking how much he reminded her of her grandfather. Easing his erection out of his pants she moved her fingers up the shaft as she touched her tongue to the tip, tasting the slightly bitter pre-cum. Taking a deep breath through her nose she caught a faint whiff of a slightly musty scent, the smell of age she recalled so well from her grandfather. "I normally need to take a pill before..." "A pill?" she asked, concerned about his heart. "Yes, ah... Viagra," he timidly replied. "Oh it doesn't look like you'll need any of that," she said just before closing her mouth over him. She cupped his balls and began moving her head up and down his length while sucking hard. In response he began to thrust his hips forward as she stroked his cock with her hand and her mouth moved over him. "Oh, I haven't... it's been so long since..." he mumbled as he reached down and ran his fingers through her hair. As she continued she felt his grip on her head tighten as his thrusts became more urgent. Moving her head and hand faster on his cock she heard him moan and felt him shudder as he came. A gentle flow of warm, salty cum trickled into her mouth as the arched his back and pushed his hips forward. Julie held him in her mouth for some time as a bit more of his cum dribbled out. She then let him fall from her mouth and swallowed. He stepped back slipping his flaccid cock back into his pants. "I don't know what I should do now," he said, confused. "It's okay," she said, taking him in her arms, "you have helped me more than you can know." After buttoning her blouse up and watching him slowly drive away, she climbed back into her car and started it up. Looking in the mirror she wiped away a tear and then pulled back onto the road. Breakdown Debbie Mayfield was a twenty-three year old college student on vacation from university. Debbie, while on break, had a date with her boyfriend, Dexter. The two went to a moderately-priced Italian restaurant. Dexter had Italian sausage and penne pasta, while Debbie had angel hair spaghetti in white wine sauce. The two said their goodbyes, with Dexter headed back to his school overseas. Debbie got into her convertible and drove away from the restaurant, back home, which was a ninety minute drive. While driving her car, it suddenly stops. Debbie sees that the gas level is not on empty and the oil doesn't need to be changed, as she had it changed three days ago. She checked all four tires, and none of them busted. Then, she checks the engine and when she opens the car hood, it suddenly unleashes a massive cloud of smoke. She coughs and sees that her engine is completely ruined. She then picks up her phone and calls the mechanic, Phil. She is distraught to find out that the earliest someone can pick up her car to bring to the repair shop is tomorrow, with all the mechanics being busy. Suddenly, her phone dies, having run out of battery, and Debbie throws it in her car. Debbie knows that the nearest hotel is ten miles away, and at nine forty-five, she wouldn't get there until midnight, and they stop check-ins at eleven thirty. Without many options, she decided to sleep in the woods for the evening. Debbie grabbed her purse and then walks deep into the woods. She ultimately decided to stop at a rock, where she finds an abandoned sheet and a pillow. Debbie took off her high-heels and then stepped onto the rock, then spotting a nearby pond, which is clean and nobody is nearby. It was abnormally hot for night, so she slipped off her green dress and undid her bow, leaving her just in a green bra and red panties. Debbie was about to go in, when suddenly nature called. Debbie could not see any bathroom in sight, so she took off her panties and squatted down next to a tree to let all of her urine come out. Relieved, she suddenly felt an urge to keep her panties off and knowing that nobody else would be around for a couple of hours, untied her bra. Now completely naked, she jumped into the pond and was immediately hit by the sensation of the cool water in the hot night. She then swam across the pond while fondling her bare breasts and rubbing at her virgin clit. Suddenly overwhelmed by her feelings, she jumped out of the pond and began to masturbate, rubbing her clit repeatedly and moaning loudly, which would have attracted a lot of people normally, but she was completely alone, so nobody heard. She finally unleashed a torrent of cum onto a nearby log and felt pleased. With nobody around and feeling so cold, she decided to take a little walk, not bothering to put on anything and discovered the dark beauty of the woods. In the process, she saw an empty cabin and that the owner of the cabin had died, writing in his will, whoever found him gets the cabin. After close to an hour walking, which included another orgasm, she returned to her camp site and fell asleep, full of excitement from her naked activities. The next morning, she reluctantly got dressed and walked back, purse in hand, to her car, which was still unattended. Then, while getting in, her glove compartment accidentally opened and she found her lost cell phone charger. She plugged her phone in and saw she had four new messages. She played the first message, which was from Phil, saying that the repair shop has closed down after a grease fire, and they can't service her for a while. Her second message was from Dexter, who said he is leaving her for a German chick he met at university, and their date was supposed to be a break-up. The third message came from the university, saying that because of some missed paperwork, she cannot continue on in her global politics program. The last message was from her parents, who said they were leaving for a missionary position in Turkey, and are selling the house. They said they did move her stuff to a storage facility, and just to ask for Chet. Without anywhere to be and nowhere to go, she took her purse and threw her heels, dress, bra, and panties into the car. Then, in an uncharacteristic act, she grabbed a pair of scissors and cut a huge section out of her dress. She grabbed a cigarette lighter she kept for her friends and lit the segment on fire before stuffing it in the gas tank. As the car caught fire, a naked Debbie eagerly ran for the cabin, where she skinny dipped as much as she pleased in that pond.