"Sex Stories" Stranded

Sex Stories Stranded
Emily slammed her car door and cursed loudly. It wasn't enough that the damn car quit on her on this empty country road, she was also out of range for her cell phone to work. She leaned against the door and looked around in frustration. She was stranded.

It was all because she had become so bored. Everything just seemed so routine these days. She was tired of it. Her husband had left her over six months ago, running away with a woman he worked with. Good riddance, she told herself. Nowadays, her job was driving her crazy, and taking this scenic route home had been one way she hoped to change things up enough to stay sane. It was a little too scenic. She hadn't passed another car since leaving the main road, and nothing seemed to be traveling her way now. And she wasn't exactly dressed for walking. She had hoped that dressing differently for work would help, but no one had noticed her short skirt, black hose, tight white blouse, or the new black high heels. No one appreciated her.(Sex Stories)

She just needed something special in her life.

Like a miracle, the sound of a motorcycle engine came to her ears. She looked up hopefully as a headlight appeared around the turn ahead. The sun was setting soon, and she hadn't relished the idea of waiting in her car for rescue. Rescue had come already. There was a man on the bike and he glided to a stop in the middle of the road beside her.

"Hi," he said, smiling. Emily felt herself smiling in return. His eyes traveled quickly up and down her body, creating a tingle inside her. "You need some help?"

"I'll say," she said. "My car is dead."

His eyes flicked to the car then back to her. "No problem," he said. "Hop on. I'll give you a ride."

Emily hesitated. He looked safe enough. Then again, maybe safe wasn't what she wanted right now. A flush of heat spread through her body from her loins. She looked into his eyes, his deep brown eyes. "I won't hurt you," he said, holding out his hand. "I promise."(Erotic Stories)

Making her decision, Emily reached out and took the man's hand. "I'm Emily," she said.

"Mike," he replied. "My name's Mike." He pulled her closer and scooted forward to make room for her. Emily tried to hold her skirt down as she swung her leg up and over, but it came up anyway giving him a quick glimpse of her crotch. Emily felt herself blushing. It was not the right day to be without panties. At least she was wearing pantyhose instead of stockings.

She snuggled close to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Ready?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," she said, and squeezed him for good measure. Mike started the motor, kicked the bike into gear, and eased into motion. The first thing she noticed was the vibration of the motor climbing up through the seat and right into her crotch. With her arms full of man, it was working to make her horny.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, enjoying the wind in her hair. Mike was driving slowly, probably to keep the wind from mussing her clothes too much. Emily smiled, preferring to think he was prolonging the time he had with her behind him. She wondered about him, this stranger. He was cute, no doubt about it. But she could see no ring on his finger, a married man. That made it even.

That vibration was really working on her. She was going to leave a wet spot on his seat. Without thinking, she scooted closer to him and hugged him tighter. Mike released put his hand on her arm and stroked it lightly, lingering on her hand, his fingers dancing over hers. Emily turned her face to nuzzle into his hair. He smelled nice. She stroked his chest teasingly. He squirmed a little. She wasn't sure if she was making him uncomfortable or not. She shouldn't be doing this, touching him this way. It was so naughty. But she was tired of being nice, tired of being predictable. She wanted to be wild just once.

Slowly, not certain of what she was doing, or why, Emily stroked her way over Mike's belly, moving downward. It made her pussy tingle even more, and she knew her nipples were hard by now. How would he react if she touched his crotch? She had to find out.

Trembling just a bit, Emily let her fingers trail over his crotch. She was almost surprised to find that he was hard. His cock, hidden inside his black jeans, felt thick and hot. She covered his bulge with her hand and squeezed. She was glad he couldn't see her face. She'd never been this bold before, and she hoped she wasn't making a huge mistake. Did she really want to tease him this way, knowing that she didn't have the nerve to actually have sex with a stranger?

His cock pulsed inside his jeans, under her hand. She stroked him up and down, trying to picture in her mind what it looked like. She wondered what it would taste like. That thought sent such a quiver through her body that he must have felt it. The bike was slowing. Emily brought her attention to the road. They were still a good distance away from the main road. She began to get frightened. Maybe she had gone too far with the teasing. Mike turned the bike off the road and onto a gravel track. It was a short loop which lead back to the road, blocking off a grassy area, its purpose unguessable. He brought the bike to a halt and shut off the motor.

Emily watched as he climbed off and turned to her. She couldn't help glancing down at his crotch. His hand came up and touched her chin lightly. He wasn't speaking, and that was a little scary. But as soon as their eyes met, when she could look into those lovely brown eyes and he smiled, she knew it was going to be fine. She smiled to let him know she was okay with it, that she wanted it too. He leaned in and put his lips on hers. It was a wonderful kiss, his lips enveloping hers protectively. His hand moved to the back of her head. Emily opened her mouth invitingly, and his tongue slid past her lips to touch hers. Someone moaned, she wasn't sure if it was her or him.

His hand found her breast and held it firmly. His thumb crossed over her stiff nipple, rubbing it sensuously as their tongues danced together. Her pussy was on fire now. She reached out and cupped his crotch, squeezing his hard bulge. It was crazy. She didn't know him. He didn't know her. But it was magical, like they were meant to be together this way. His hand stroked over her shoulder and down her arm, past her waist to her thighs. She was straddling the seat, already spread wide, and moaned into his mouth as he touched her crotch. She was definitely wet and he could feel it through the nylon. His fingers pressed into her, pushing the nylon between her swollen pussy lips, massaging her cunt.

Emily found his zipper and tugged it down. Her hand slipped in through his fly, and she was delighted to discover he wasn't wearing underwear either. Her hand closed around a thick shaft of hot flesh. His cock. She pulled it out, amazed at how thick it felt in her hand. She broke the kiss so she could look down and see it. "Wow," she muttered.

"Yeah," he said, his hand still in her crotch. Emily smiled at him, genuinely happy for the first time in weeks, as she swung her leg over the bike and slid to the ground. She kissed him again, tickled by the lust she saw in his eyes. She had wondered what his cock would taste like.

"I want to suck you," she said. Without a word, Mike slipped his jacket off and lay it on the ground. Emily lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Mike stepped forward, his cock brushing her face. She wrapped her hand around it again and brought the head to her lips. She circled her mouth, teasing him. He gasped loudly when she opened her mouth and let his meat slide in. She ran her tongue over the underside of his shaft, relishing his manly taste. His cock was hot and incredibly hard. She could already imagine what it would feel like inside her cunt. She opened her mouth wider and slide down his length, taking almost all of him. Mike groaned loudly.

His hands tangled in her hair, urging her to eat his cock. She pulled back, slurping loudly, fluttering her tongue. Her hands tugged at the fastenings to his jeans, opening his pants. He helped her push the jeans down his legs then returned his hands to her head. Now she could cup his heavy balls as she sucked his cock, stroking them gently as she moved her head back and forth. Mike groaned and pulled her head to him, fucking her mouth. She reached down with her free hand, pulling her skirt up and thrusting her hand into her hose to stroke her pussy. She couldn't remember ever being this turned on.

"Wait," he said, breathless. "Wait. I'm going to cum." She could tell. His cock was pulsing in her mouth, throbbing. She had a choice to make, and she made it quickly. She sucked gently as she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could fit. He groaned loudly and began to tremble. The first hot spurt of his cum erupted from his cock into her mouth. She was surprised by the taste, a little sweet and not really unpleasant at all. He groaned as his orgasm gripped him and hot cum flooded her mouth. Emily moved her mouth up and down his shaft, stroking with her hand as his cock pulsed and spewed its load. She let the cum dribble from the corners of her mouth and run over her chin. When she looked up, her mouth still full of his cock, he was smiling down at her, panting.

She let his cock fall from her mouth, trailing a sticky rope of his cum. She swallowed some, let the rest run over her chin. He laughed. "Oh, my god," he said. "You're incredible."

"Thank you," she said, smiling back at him. He bent and hooked his hands under her armpits, lifting her to her feet. She was caught off guard by the passion of his kiss, not expecting to be kissed at all with his cum all over her face. She clutched at him as he hugged her, his hands roaming over her body. He pushed her shirt up, growling with desire, and dipped his head to suckle at her breasts. Emily moaned, holding his head as his hot tongue swirled around her stiff nipple. He pushed her back until her ass rested against the bike. Swiftly his hot kisses trailed down over her tummy as he dropped to his knees. She spread her thighs for him as he pressed his mouth to her crotch. She moaned loudly as she felt his lips nibbling her pussy through the hose.

Suddenly he grabbed the nylon in both hands and pulled. Emily gasped as she heard a ripping sound, then his mouth was on her exposed pussy lips. He had torn away the crotch of her pantyhose. Emily moaned loudly as his tongue pressed between her swollen lips, delving inside her. He licked upward and rubbed his tongue flatly over her clit. His hands squeezed her thighs as he licked between her legs, pushing them apart. Emily grabbed his head, making sure he wasn't going to pull away. His tongue wiggled as it slipped inside her, and he closed his lips around cunt and sucked.

"Oh, god," she moaned, her hands clawing his hair.

Mike replaced his tongue with his fingers, pushing two digits into her wet hole. His thumb covered her clit, flicking it lightly. "You like this?" he said, looking up at her with a smile. His mouth was slick with her juices. "You like me eating your pussy?"

Emily nodded, panting. She tugged at his head, wanting him to continue. "Say it," he said. "Tell me what you want."

"Eat me," she moaned. "Eat my pussy. Please!" Then she moaned loudly as he shoved his tongue into her fuckhole deeply. He licked through her slit and closed his teeth on her clit, letting it drag through gently as his finger pushed into her again. His thumb pressed against her asshole, slick with juices running from her cunt. Emily began to shake as she felt her orgasm starting. Her thighs quivered. Her pussy throbbed. Mike closed his lips on her clit and sucked as she came, crying out loudly. She held his head tightly to her, feeding her cunt to him, trying to grind onto his mouth and his wiggling tongue.

She slumped as the passion began to ebb, but Mike wasn't done. He hooked his arms under her thighs and lifted her legs, shifting her weight onto his shoulders. His mouth covered her pussy, like he was trying to French kiss it, driving his hot tongue in and out of her. He pressed a finger against her asshole. Emily moaned as she felt it start to slide into her backside. He hooked his arm over her thigh and used the fingers of his other hand to massage her clit. Her body shuddered as his finger drilled into her ass deeper. His tongue felt huge inside her hole. She kicked off her shoes and dug her heels into his back, riding his face. She could hear him slurping her juices. She couldn't remember ever being this wet. As his finger began to fuck her ass, she felt his tongue curl inside her, and she hunched her hips, riding out another building orgasm as it spread outward from her crotch to fill her aching body. She squeezed her eyes closed and saw sparks behind her eyelids.

Finally he pulled away, his face glistening. She laughed as she saw him, delighted. "Oh my god," she panted. "You're amazing."

"I want to fuck you," he said, as though asking permission.

Emily hesitated only a moment. "How do you want me?" she asked. Mike smiled broadly. He lowered her legs and stood up. She kissed him hungrily when he leaned in, tasting her own pussy on his mouth. His cock was raging hard again. It pressed against her tummy, rubbing her obscenely. He pulled back, putting his hands on her hips, tugging her, urging her to turn around. Emily obeyed, turning her back to him and leaning over the bike. She spread her legs for him, trying to watch over his shoulder as he got into position. He lifted her skirt and bent his legs. She felt his cock rub across her nylon covered ass, moving lower until it entered the opening he had made and rubbed over the swollen lips of her pussy. He nudged forward and slid into her, grunting.

"You're so tight," he moaned, driving his cock slowly into her. Emily shivered as he filled her. He was thicker than she was used to, and he was stretching her oh so nicely. He gripped her hips hard, pulling her to him as he thrust forward. Finally she felt his pubic hair against her ass. He was completely inside her. For a long moment, he didn't move. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, though. She squeezed the muscles of her cunt, hugging his dick. He moaned loudly.

Emily moved forward, making some of his cock slide back out of her. He followed, driving back into her, pinning her against the bike. "Please," she whimpered. "Please."

"Tell me," he said, his voice quivering.

"Fuck me!" she said loudly. "Damn it, fuck me. Fuck my pussy!" She yelped as he pulled out of her until only the head of his cock remained in her, then rammed back in, driving in deeply. Emily cried out as he filled her again. She felt the head of his cock bottom out inside her cunt and his heavy balls slapped against her clit. He jerked back and slammed into her again, rocking her.

"Jesus," he groaned. "I love your pussy." He held her hips and began to fuck her with long, deep strokes. Emily held onto the bike, her toes curling each time his thick cock rammed into her. His hands moved down to squeeze her ass cheeks. "You are so hot," he moaned.

"Don't stop," she panted. "Oh god, I love this." He laughed and smacked her ass playfully. Emily felt a thrill rush through her. His cock seemed to be getting thicker inside her. He was moving faster, and they were making a squishing noise together. She could feel her pussy juice dripping from her, running over his balls as they slapped against her. He slapped her ass again and she moaned.

"I'm gonna cum," he groaned, fucking her even faster, harder.

"Yes!" she moaned. "Don't pull out. Cum inside me. I want to feel your cum inside me." He groaned and began to shake. She felt his cock swell inside her. He smacked her ass again and she went over the edge. Her cunt spasmed hard around his invading shaft, milking him. She felt the first hot splash of his cum erupt deep inside her. She drove her hips back, taking all of his cock into her as they came together. He groaned loudly, his body shaking as more of his cum jetted from him, filling her. She could feel it oozing out of her, dripping over her throbbing lips. She couldn't speak, breathless from the f***e of her orgasm.

Emily sagged over the seat of the bike and Mike leaned heavily on top of her. His cock twitched inside her, releasing one last shot of his hot sperm into her. She milked his shaft by squeezing her cunt muscles, managing to give herself a few more twinges of pleasure. His hands came around her and cupped her tits. He pulled her body to him, thrusting his hips forward, rocking her. "God, that was good," he said.

"Oh, yeah," Emily agreed. Mike eased his cock back and slid into her again slowly, sensuously. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, smiling. He laughed and thrust into her again.

"Do you have to go home yet?" he asked.

"I guess not," she said, pushing her ass back at him. "What do you have in mind?"

"I'll think of something." Their laughter mingled together and floated away into the cool evening sky.