1 comments/ 15559 views/ 3 favorites Two Strangers By: BonnyBlue I would like to offer a special thank you to my new friend, who is the inspiration for this story. Thank You, Sexy! Why did I even do this? Oh yeah, my friend asked me to cover for her. I guess I should explain. My name is Lily and I am 40 years old. I have a regular job but it is my side job that has me here. On the side, I sell adult novelty sex toys. My friend, a fellow consultant, could not keep her appointment and asked if I could cover. Sure, why not? A sale is a sale and I need it for the month. I got all the info I needed, plugged it into my phone and off I went. This is where I got into trouble, or perhaps, this is where the fun began? Driving along the highway, I was making good time to my appointment. This was only a first meeting anyhow. Show her my stuff, and get the date set up. Not too much to handle, as I have done this many times before. As the saying goes about no good deed going unpunished? I got a flat! Great, just great! I have no idea how to change a tire but I do know that I only have the donut tire anyhow. I had just dialed for road side service when he rides up. He turns out to be an older gentleman, riding up on a motorcycle. I do not know what kind or type, I only saw him! Those legs straddling his bike, his arms taking off his helmet, and then I saw his eyes! I saw something in them that I have been missing, longing for. Lust, passion, desire or any other word, he had it. He was oozing sex, and I wanted it. Oh God, I needed it. I told myself, "Just stay calm! He is just a man!" What a man though! Trying not to make a fool of myself, I walk to him. He tells me his name is Jim, and asks if I need help. I tell him my name and that I can use all the help I can get. He notices my flat tire, and pops my trunk. In no time at all, my tire is changed out. As happy as I am for this, I am sorry that we will be separating. At this point, he offers to guide me to an auto shop so I can get a real tire put on. We all know donut tires are a temp fix anyhow. I take him up on his offer, as I am not sure where the nearest store is. I know I should be on guard, as he is a stranger but there is something about him. God, watching him get on his bike, makes me so hot. My panties are getting wet just looking at him. I imagine riding behind him, my arms around his waist. My hands are moving over him, stroking his thighs and rubbing his chest. I can smell him too. I smell his maleness, something that is all him, not a cologne. I can feel his cock through his jeans. I want nothing more than to pull it out, stroke it and taste it. I am brought back to reality as we finally get to the shop. To my surprise, he stays with me while the tire is changed. We talk and share a bit of lives. We find that we are both married and have kids. I cannot explain it but at this moment, I do not care. I only want him to take me, strip me down and fuck me. I want to taste his cock while he is face fucking me. The thought of his cum, shooting down my throat, makes my pussy quiver. I swear, I can feel my juices flow, soaking panties. I am so wet, just thinking about him that I let out a little sigh. He must have noticed my moan, as he starts grinning at me. The moment is broken as the mechanic comes over. I am all set and ready to go. Great, my time with Jim is up. Well, at least I will have some great masturbation material. As I start to say my good bye and thank him for his help, he stops me. I cum right there, as he suggests we grab lunch or something. I agree and follow him to a nearby hotel. We both know food is not what we want. Why kid ourselves? He gets a room and I follow him in. I barely get through the door when he pushes me up against it. His hands are running all over me as he kisses me. He pulls my shirt off and rips my bra away from me. He fondles my breasts, pinching and pulling on my nipples. My hands slip under his shirt, rubbing his chest and back. I pull his shirt off and start for his belt and jeans. I push them down as far as I can so I can finally get to his cock. I have wanted it since I first saw him that morning. He is so hard already and I can feel his pre-cum. I break away from his kisses and just look at him. Without a word, I slip to my knees and lick his cock. Up and down, I lick, tasting his salt and sweat. I cannot get enough of him. I stroke him as I take him in my mouth. He tastes so good! I greedily suck and slurp on his cock. He grabs my head and starts thrusting into my mouth. God yes, I love being face fucked. His grunts and groans are enough to push me over the edge. He grips my head hard and thrust for a few more minutes. Just when I think he is going to cum, he stops. He pulls out of my mouth and takes me to the bed. Tossing me down, he pulls off my skirt and panties. Not being a selfish lover, he kisses me. His kisses blaze a trail down my neck and stops at my breasts. My nipples are so sensitive! As he sucks on one, his fingers play with the other. He switches sides and continues to drive me crazy. I shout out, "God yes, make me cum!" He does not fail me. I squirt all over him and the bed. He is surprised, not at my orgasm but at my juices. There is so much. We laugh but the excitement takes over. My legs are spread open, ready for him. I can feel his fingers, playing and probing my pussy. One hand is spreading my pussy open while the other is finger fucking me. He lowers his head and flicks his tongue on my clit. I buck against his face trying to get him deeper. I am thrusting so wildly that he has to hold me down just to continue sucking on me. I yell out, "Baby, Baby, I'm cumming! Oh God! Don't stop! More!" as I hold his head to my pussy. He looks up at me then, with my juices all over his face. I pull him up for a kiss. Even his kisses make me weak in the knees. He turns me over and puts me on my hands and knees. How this man drives me crazy! Getting me into the doggie position, I feel his cock against my pussy. His takes his cock and slides it up and down my lips, teasing my clit in the process. Slowly, ever so slowly, I can feel him guide his cock into my pussy. A low moan slips from us then. He feels so good and full inside me. He stops, buried to the hilt, savoring the feel of my pussy around his throbbing cock. He starts thrusting, playing with my tits and clit at the same time, getting another orgasm from me. I cannot stop with this man! He seems to know all my buttons. He must be getting to close to his own orgasm, as he grabs my hips and thrusts harder and faster into me. I almost cannot keep up with him. He is fucking me so fiercely that I know I will be sore in the morning. Thrust after thrust, I yell and scream out his name. I beg for more, harder and he gives it to me. Finally, I shout, "Baby, I'm cumming again! Please! More! Harder, Baby!" My pussy squirts all over his cock, running down his balls and legs. I hear him, grunting through his own orgasm. With a final thrust and moan, he cums inside me. I can feel him, squirt two, three, four times inside my welcoming pussy. It is as if my pussy is starved for his hot, sticky cum, and I love every load he has for me. I feel him pull out and lay next to me. I reach over and kiss him, longingly and lovingly. Slowly, I slide down and take his cock back in my mouth. I lick him clean of our juices before I lay back in his arms. We know our time is up, as we have lives to get back to. We both wash up and re-dress ourselves. Yes, we exchange numbers but know that nothing more will happen. It was a great morning and afternoon though. After another kiss or dozen, we head out and make our way to the parking lot. With a final goodbye, we drive away. I make it home and head to the bedroom. Just as I sit down and get ready for a shower, my phone goes off. It is the light chime that tells me I have a new text message. I reach for the phone and open the new message. "Hey Baby! I think next week you may run out of gas!" Two Strangers at a Bus Station Edith Heard waved goodbye to her friends and pushed the baby carriage with Sam, Jr. aboard across the parking lot to the bus station. She shivered in the cold. Her leather miniskirt and light coat did not give her much protection from the cold wind that blew. It had snowed earlier and then cleared. She could see the moon and a flood of stars this cloudless night. There was a single light that barely lit the interior of the station when she arrived at the door. Her eyes opened wide when she saw the notice taped to the window of the door. The bus she had planned to take in ten minutes was delayed indefinitely due to snow in the pass leading to this small stand alone station at the foot of the mountains. She opened the door and pushed Sam, Jr. into the waiting room. "Hello, " she called out and then realized the waiting room was empty. There was no one behind the small counter that served as the cashier's cage for this tiny station. She looked around feeling panic creeping into her voice as she called again and again, hoping against hope that someone would answer. Slumping to the single bench in the small waiting room she looked around for a phone. No phone. Thank heavens for my cell, she told herself as she reached into her purse. But it was not there. Her lower lip trembled when she remembered the hurried departure from her friends' house. They were running late and she had left her cell on the nightstand next to her bed. She closed her eyes. My God. What am I going to do? This station is a stand-alone building. There isn't a house within at least a mile. Sam, Jr. could not survive in the cold if she tried to go for help and she could not leave him here alone. Circling the small room Edith looked for a stove, a phone, anything that she could use to help her. Nothing. The stove was wood burning and there was no wood. There was no phone. She did find a bathroom but there was no warm water. Damn. I can't even warm water for Sam's formula. She went back to the bench and took Sam from his baby carriage, hugging him to her chest, hoping to give him some of her warmth. She began to cry silently, tears trickling down her cheeks. The future looked bleak. The door opened sending a wintry blast of cold air through the room. Edith looked up hoping rescue was here. Her heart sank. A big, burly man with a pack on his back and snowshoes in his hands entered the room. God. He looks like an advertisement for a mountain man movie. It was true David Clarke had been camping for a month in the mountains. The late winter storm had driven him from his campsite. He looked around and saw Edith holding her now crying baby, the tears that stained her cheeks. He smiled, through beard and mustache that covered his face. She looks as if she is seeing some snow monster. Damn. When will that bus come? He looked around and saw that it was the woman, baby, and he and no telling for how long. He walked over to where Edith was sitting and put down his snowshoes and backpack, sleeping bag, and air mattress. "I'm David Clarke. I did not mean to startle you. I guess we are both waiting for the bus that was supposed to be here. I was afraid I was too late. Now I guess I'm too early." Edith smiled wanly and put out her hand, "Edith Heard and my son Sam. We were visiting friends who have a ranch nearby. They dropped me off without realizing the bus was not coming. There is no phone and my cell is not working." Then she burst into tears. "There is no hot water. I can't make formula for Sam. And I'm cold and hungry." David put out his heavily mittened gloves to the young woman. He would have hugged her, but she seemed fearful of him. Edith put her forehead on his mittens, a deep sigh escaping her. Looking up at David she saw a smile among all the hair on his face and deep blue eyes and brimmed with compassion. Her fear of this stranger left her and she smiled in return. She took in and exhaled a deep breath. "Can you help us?" David opened his pack and pulled out a strange looking gadget and some pans. "I have an alcohol stove and pans. Do you use powder or liquid formula?" Edith stared in disbelief as David put the stove together and separated the pans. In disbelief at this miracle she got up and picked up a small pan. "Powder. I'll put water in the pan." When the water had been heated she mixed the formula and after testing it on her arm, began to feed Sam. "Thank you. I don't know what I would have done. I was at the end of my rope." David showed her several packets he had pulled from his pack. "I only have dehydrated foods but they are good." He showed her the packets and continued. "I have chicken noodle soup with chicken pieces, chili with ground been, lentil soup and tofu, and Mexican black bean soup, which is pretty picante." Edith shook her head in surprise and delight. Never would she have believed that a bag of dehydrated food would look so good to her. "It's magic, David. I'll have some chicken soup, thank you." David surveyed her surreptitiously as he prepared the soup for her and chili for himself, taking in her miniskirt and thin jacket. Not dressed for survival in this weather. How the hell did she let herself and her baby get into this kettle of fish? When Sam had been fed and burped Edith put him back into the carriage, tucking the blanket around him. David shook his head and pulled a large wool sweater from his pack. "Here. I think he heeds more than that blanket." Edith thanked him and wrapped Sam in the sweater. What else will David pull out of this seemingly bottomless pack? She did not have long to wait. David unrolled and blew up a large air mattress and put an outsized down filled sleeping bag on top. "Get inside, Edith. You are shivering and it will be warm and toasty inside the sleeping bag." Edith thanked him and crawled into the sleeping bag gratefully. A warm smile covered her face as she thanked David. Thank God it was David and not some down and out tramp who had joined her. Suddenly tired after the excitement and fear of her misadventure, she started to doze off but the sight of David stretched out on the narrow bench tugged at her heart. She did not know him but what she did know told her that he could be trusted. "Come. There is room for both of us," she told him as she folded back a corner of the sleeping bag. David looked at her uncertainly. They were strangers but it was cold. Making up his mind he crawled into the sleeping bag with Edith. Edith grinned at him and then giggled, "Now that we are going to be sleeping together, tell me what brought you here on this miserable night." David turned on his side and rested himself on an elbow. "I was on a month-long camping trip when this storm drove me out of the mountain. I knew of this station and hoped I could get a bus to take me back to the city. How about you?" "I was visiting friends who have a ranch north of here. My husband was killed in an auto accident six months ago and they have been mothering me ever since. I felt ready to get back on my own so here I am, waiting for the same bus." David nodded and told her how sorry he was about her husband. "Do you have a job when you get back to the city? "Yes. I am an accountant and I'm lucky that my employer has given me an indefinite leave. And you?" "I'm a professor at the University. I have been teaching there for twenty years and had to get away. I was getting burned off. I took a year off and have spent the time back packing all over the country." As he finished speaking he saw Edith's eyes beginning to close. He sighed, laughing to himself that he had once again put an audience to sleep. He rolled over on his back and closed his eyes, falling to sleep instantly. He was tired from his long hike out of the mountains. He did not wake up until he felt a hand holding his rapidly stiffening cock. Edith had taken off her panties, undid his belt, and unzipped his fly. She rolled over on top of him and sat up, her hand stroking his now rigid cock. She liked the feel of it in her hand; warm and large. Very large. Her husband had been a good-sized man with a cock to fit but David's tool was going to be a stretch for her. She put a finger to David's lips when he began to speak. "You have done so much for Sam and me. I don't know how we would have survived until the bus came if you had not helped us. Now I am going to do something for you, and for me at the same time." Rubbing the end of his fluted cock up and down her moist slit, she prepared him to enter her. Holding his cock with one hand, she raised herself over him and fed his cock into her hot, tight, wet vagina, slowly; very slowly." She licked her lips when David was finally buried inside her. "Ummmm. God. I have missed that. You feel so good inside me." And he did. His large hot hard cock made her tremble with excitement. Tentatively she flexed her vaginal muscles around his throbbing cock, getting the feel of sex after a six-month period of deprivation. David's cock jerked uncontrollably. Eagerly he put his hands under her blouse and fondled her firm breasts and stiff nipples. He licked his lips letting the feel of her hot, moist, tight pussy around his hungry dick feed his passion. "I've not been with a woman for a long time. I don't think I will have much self control." He started to raise his hips but Edith shook her head. "No. This is for you from me." With difficulty, David lay still, letting Edith ride his cock, her tight, wet, hot vagina vibrating around it, pulling at it, massaging it until he knew he would cum soon. Edith put her hand between them and rubbed her clit as she rode his rod. David was turned on further by the feel of her finger whose tip was rubbing her clit moving up and down his cock as she fucked him. "I'm. I'm going to make it soon, Edith. I can't hold out much longer." Edith leaned down and kissed him, her mouth open, tongue sliding slowing, seductively, in and out of his mouth. Her vagina tightened its grip on his tender cock as it jerked in what she recognized as the beginning of his orgasm. Her own was not far behind. David's cock exploded and spewed his hot cum inside her as her body shook from her own orgasm. His hot cum blowing into her prolonged and strengthened it. Never had she felt her vagina respond as it did when David shot his load into her. This was the most exciting fuck she had ever had. She collapsed onto his chest, her face buried in his neck. Loving the feel of his still hard cock pulsing inside her, she played with it with her vagina, squeezing it, pulling at it, sending hot flashes of erotic desire over her and his body. David held her in his arms, loving the feel of his still hard cock buried in Edith's pussy; a pussy so alive with hot passion, a pussy that wrapped itself around his cock and played with it as a musician plays an instrument. He stroked her back and neck and when she lifted his head kissed her long and tenderly, expressing with slow soft movements of his tongue the gratitude he felt for what she had done. Edith pulled her mouth from his and grinned at him, flexing he vaginal muscles around his tool. "Is there another round in that gun of yours?" David's response was to put his hands on her ass and pull her more tightly against his willing cock. Edith threw her head back and giggled and then began to move her hips slowly, pulling at him, sliding her tight vagina up and down his shaft, building their cum slowly. David slipped his hand between them, a finger seeking her clit. "Let me," he told her. "I want to feel you, to touch you." Edith sighed and closed her eyes, loving the feel of his finger rubbing her sensitive clit. She had missed a man's hand on her pussy. She opened her blouse and pulled his face to her chest, feeding him her soft yet firm breasts and turgid nipples. The two lovers, strangers no more, fed each other's excitement until they orgasmed together. When their bodies had finished quivering as the last of their cum drained from their hot sex David refastened her blouse and Edith rolled off him, curling herself next to him. David put his arm around her and Edith cupped his hand tightly to her breast. The sun streaming through the window onto his eyes woke David. He knew she was gone as soon as he opened his eyes. There was a note on a pan on his stove. "Thank you is a poor substitute for the gratitude I feel for what you did for Sam and me. I hope fervently that you get your Mojo Back." There was no signature.