We Were Both Lost
Not long ago I was driving in a neighborhood after going to visit a friend. It was a very large area with lots of streets and houses, but only one way in and out. When I was leaving I could not seem to find the way out.
I stopped once to look around. I decided to turn around, and when I did, that is when I first saw her. She was 30 something, wind-blown, curly blonde hair, dressed in really short, denim pants with a good bit of her ass showing, a loose t-shirt that made it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra without being particularly alluring. She seemed a little disheveled and was bare foot. She crossed the road not far in front of me, and I had a good look at her.
I still wasn't finding my way out, so I turned around again, this time a little distracted by the blonde woman I had seen, so I went back the way I came hoping I would see her again. I was thinking maybe she could help me with directions, but in the back of my mind I am sure I was thinking about a lot more. But I didn't see her.
No longer worried about navigation, I turned back and went down the street I saw her walking on. It wasn't that far until I reached the end, and I still didn't see her. I figured she might have gone inside of one of the houses, so I turned around (again).
This time I went straight across what I had thought was the main road. After I went a few hundred yards, I saw the bare foot blonde again. She was walking in the street alone. I pulled up to her and rolled down my window, and think I startled her a little. I said hello and smiled, but she didn't answer and just looked away from me. I told her that I was having trouble finding my way out of the neighborhood and asked if she could give me some directions. She just shook her head. I decided to take a chance and said to her that she seemed a little lost also and that maybe we might help each other find our way. She looked down and didn't respond. I asked her if she lived someplace nearby, and she still didn't answer. Then I told her that maybe she needed something to drink, and she looked me right in the eye, and the slightest smile came across her face.
I asked if there was someplace nearby, and for the first time she spoke a single word: "yes." I suggested that she hop in my car and that we could go there, get a nice, cool drink and figure out what's next. I guess I hit a chord, because she said that sounded like a good idea and walked around to the passenger side and hopped in. I turned up the air conditioner and asked her which way I should head.
She obviously knew the area well, because in a matter of minutes she directed me to the main road and out of the neighborhood onto a highway. I took a left, and I spotted a motel on the right. I asked her if she thought they might have a bar there, and she said they did, but that they would not allow anyone in without shoes. I quickly turned left into a convenience store and told her to wait in the car for a moment. I went inside and bought a pair of inexpensive flip flop sandals, which I though would be a good fit for her. They were only $3, and within minutes I was back in my car and handed them to her. I knew she was in a bit of trouble when she told me that she could not pay for them. I told her not to worry, that I owed her something for saving my life by getting me out of the boxed in neighborhood. For the first time, she actually smiled.
I drove back across the road to the motel and parked right out front. She seemed a little frightened at first, but I told her that we would just go in, get out of the heat, get a cold drink and maybe have a snack. She told me she had no money, and I assured her that I would take care of it. Then she asked me if we could get something to eat also.
Once we were inside and seated, I ordered a couple of glasses of water and menus. I asked how long it had been since she had eaten, and she put her fact into her hands. Then she told me that her boyfriend had kicked her out of the house without even letting her get her shoes. She had been walking around for hours trying to think of what to do, and I was the first person who offered to help. I told her to order some food, and when the waitress brought back our water, she ordered a cheeseburger and fries. I said I would have the same, along with a Jack Daniels and Coke. I asked if she would like a drink, and she lit up. I told the waitress to bring two and keep them coming.
The food came about the time we were finishing our second drink. She gobbled down her food while I watched. Then she had a third JD&C. I asked where she was planning to stay, and she started to tear up. I suggested that I get her a room at the hotel, at least for the night, so she could clean up and get a good night's sleep. She cried a little as she thanked me for being nice. I said to her "don't cry little girl, I will treat you nice, but nothing comes for free."
She was obviously feeling the drinks as we took the elevator up to the room I checked into for her. I opened the door, and told her to go into the bathroom and take a shower, scrubbing herself clean, washing her hair, and making sure her feet were clean. I pointed out that there was a robe that she could wear when she was done.
Twenty minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom in the robe and found me wearing the other robe. At first she seemed concerned, but then she told me that I had been so nice to her that she welcomed having me there. Her robe was a little loose, and I could see that her tits were quite a bit larger than I originally thought. Then I noticed that her legs were quite shapely, but it seemed that she had not shaved them in some times. I told her to hang loose for a bit and that I would be right back.
I hopped into the elevator, and as soon as it hit the ground floor, I jumped into my car, raced across the street, grabbed some ladies' disposable razors, shaving cream, a tooth brush, some tooth paste, and some lady's deodorant. At the last minute, I asked the clerk if they had any perfume, and she suggested a cologne that she said lots of girls like.
Five minutes later, I popped the door passkey into the lock and walked into the hotel room without knocking. I heard the hair dryer going in the bathroom, and that's when I realized ... I didn't know her name. I was a little embarrassed, but I knocked on the bathroom door and said to her "uhhh, I didn't get your name, mine is Bob." She smiled, put down the hair dryer, and said "nice to meet you Bob, I am Alexa, and thanks for helping me out." I handed her the bag of goodies and ducked back into the bedroom hoping she didn't notice that while I was talking to her I could see her nipples and was getting a hardon.
I sat down in the room and tried to think about the first time I had to jump off a high diving board so my cock would settle down. I could hear her using the toothbrush, but I didn't have long to wait before Alexa walked into the room, with her robe still gaping open displaying most of her large breasts and she asked me if I would mind helping her shave her legs. My hardon came back in force as I said that of course I would help. She took me by the hand and lead me into the bathroom, where she sat on the edge of the tub and extended her left leg onto the toilet seat and asked me to go ahead and do my best.
I wet a wash rag with warm water, knelt on the floor next to her wet the bottom half of her leg and spread shaving cream over it, then carefully sc****d it off, along with her baby-fine hairs, occasionally standing to rinse the blade in the hot running water of the sink. Then she extended her right leg, and I repeated the procedure. I thought then that she would finish the task, but she gently tugged on my arm and moved the robe away from her right leg, exposing her thigh all the way up to what I could see was stubble on her pussy. "I want you to to the whole job Bill," she said to me. You have treated me like a princess, and I am loving it.
As I lathered her right thigh from her knee up, my hands came very close to her labia, which I could see were starting to swell and turn red. I shaved her right thigh as carefully and quickly as I could, trying to keep up the gentleman persona that I knew was rapidly fading as my pants were tented out with a full erection. She quickly moved her right leg to the floor and extended her left leg, which caused her thighs to part even more, and the robe was almost completely open in the front. I was committed to the task, however, and I lathered and shaved her left thigh from her knee up, and then she told me to continue. She spread here legs open widely and moved my hand onto her pussy, and I could feel that she was warm and wet.
In for a penny, in for a pound - I spread shaving cream from just below her waist downward, and she leaned back and spread her legs as i tried to act casual spreading the creamy foam along the sides of her labia and all the way down to her tight asshole, which I could see had a few hairs that needed elimination. As I stroked the razor up and down her crotch, her outer labia parted, and the pink juicy inner labia began to protrude. By the time I had her ass crack shaved clean, she had slid her hands down, spread pussy lips and pulled back the hood over what turned out to be a huge clit. I rinsed the washcloth, wiped her legs clean, then rinsed the wash cloth again and wiped it up and down her slit all the way from her tight little asshole to her clit. About then I realized that I had picked up quite a sexual woman and it occurred to me that I should have bought condoms when I went to the store.
I had not told her that I had picked up a pint of Jack Daniels at the store, so I chose this time to nervously ask if she would like another drink. She stood up, picked up two glasses off the lavatory and walked into the bedroom. She sat on the bed with her legs under her, which put her freshly-shaved pussy on full display, and we each took a couple of shots of the Jack Daniels straight up after I poured them into the glasses.
She leaned forward and as we kissed for the first time, her robe fell completely open, exposing her breasts completely. Next she told me that she thought I was a little overdressed, and she unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. Then she loosened my belt, asked me to stand up, and removed my pants and underwear in one motion. "I will be back momentarily, please take off the rest of your clothes," and she went into the bathroom. She returned with the washcloth that I had used on her, laid me back on the bed and proceeded to give me the equivalent of a hospital sponge bath from neck to toes. I don't think most hospitals would have focused so much on making sure that my cock and ass were so clean.
She tossed the washcloth into the bathroom, leaned forward, and took my cock half way down her throat before she gagged a little. Jacking my cock with her hand, she used her other hand to push down on her own head, and I could feel my cock invading into her throat as she gagged a little more. Then she pulled back, licked up and down my shaft, sucked on the head, and took nearly all of my cock down her throat. I knew that if she kept this up I would blow, and I warned her. That seemed to excite her, and she started bobbing her head up and down, taking about a third to half of my cock into her mouth while jacking my shaft at blinding speed. I felt my balls tighten and shot a huge glob of cum down her throat. She back off a little, swallowed my cum and then I quickly filled her mouth with three more shots of cum, which she swallowed before pressing her head back down onto my cock so that the next couple of shots when straight down her throat into her stomach, and I could feel her throat spasm as she tried not to gag. I was spent, and I pulled her up, kissed her and tasted my cum in her mouth, then laid her back on the bed.
I told her it was her turn and, skipping all formalities, went straight to sucking her nipples and slid two fingers into her soaking wet cunt while letting my thumb rest on her clit.
[Part 2?]
I stopped once to look around. I decided to turn around, and when I did, that is when I first saw her. She was 30 something, wind-blown, curly blonde hair, dressed in really short, denim pants with a good bit of her ass showing, a loose t-shirt that made it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra without being particularly alluring. She seemed a little disheveled and was bare foot. She crossed the road not far in front of me, and I had a good look at her.
I still wasn't finding my way out, so I turned around again, this time a little distracted by the blonde woman I had seen, so I went back the way I came hoping I would see her again. I was thinking maybe she could help me with directions, but in the back of my mind I am sure I was thinking about a lot more. But I didn't see her.
No longer worried about navigation, I turned back and went down the street I saw her walking on. It wasn't that far until I reached the end, and I still didn't see her. I figured she might have gone inside of one of the houses, so I turned around (again).
This time I went straight across what I had thought was the main road. After I went a few hundred yards, I saw the bare foot blonde again. She was walking in the street alone. I pulled up to her and rolled down my window, and think I startled her a little. I said hello and smiled, but she didn't answer and just looked away from me. I told her that I was having trouble finding my way out of the neighborhood and asked if she could give me some directions. She just shook her head. I decided to take a chance and said to her that she seemed a little lost also and that maybe we might help each other find our way. She looked down and didn't respond. I asked her if she lived someplace nearby, and she still didn't answer. Then I told her that maybe she needed something to drink, and she looked me right in the eye, and the slightest smile came across her face.
I asked if there was someplace nearby, and for the first time she spoke a single word: "yes." I suggested that she hop in my car and that we could go there, get a nice, cool drink and figure out what's next. I guess I hit a chord, because she said that sounded like a good idea and walked around to the passenger side and hopped in. I turned up the air conditioner and asked her which way I should head.
She obviously knew the area well, because in a matter of minutes she directed me to the main road and out of the neighborhood onto a highway. I took a left, and I spotted a motel on the right. I asked her if she thought they might have a bar there, and she said they did, but that they would not allow anyone in without shoes. I quickly turned left into a convenience store and told her to wait in the car for a moment. I went inside and bought a pair of inexpensive flip flop sandals, which I though would be a good fit for her. They were only $3, and within minutes I was back in my car and handed them to her. I knew she was in a bit of trouble when she told me that she could not pay for them. I told her not to worry, that I owed her something for saving my life by getting me out of the boxed in neighborhood. For the first time, she actually smiled.
I drove back across the road to the motel and parked right out front. She seemed a little frightened at first, but I told her that we would just go in, get out of the heat, get a cold drink and maybe have a snack. She told me she had no money, and I assured her that I would take care of it. Then she asked me if we could get something to eat also.
Once we were inside and seated, I ordered a couple of glasses of water and menus. I asked how long it had been since she had eaten, and she put her fact into her hands. Then she told me that her boyfriend had kicked her out of the house without even letting her get her shoes. She had been walking around for hours trying to think of what to do, and I was the first person who offered to help. I told her to order some food, and when the waitress brought back our water, she ordered a cheeseburger and fries. I said I would have the same, along with a Jack Daniels and Coke. I asked if she would like a drink, and she lit up. I told the waitress to bring two and keep them coming.
The food came about the time we were finishing our second drink. She gobbled down her food while I watched. Then she had a third JD&C. I asked where she was planning to stay, and she started to tear up. I suggested that I get her a room at the hotel, at least for the night, so she could clean up and get a good night's sleep. She cried a little as she thanked me for being nice. I said to her "don't cry little girl, I will treat you nice, but nothing comes for free."
She was obviously feeling the drinks as we took the elevator up to the room I checked into for her. I opened the door, and told her to go into the bathroom and take a shower, scrubbing herself clean, washing her hair, and making sure her feet were clean. I pointed out that there was a robe that she could wear when she was done.
Twenty minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom in the robe and found me wearing the other robe. At first she seemed concerned, but then she told me that I had been so nice to her that she welcomed having me there. Her robe was a little loose, and I could see that her tits were quite a bit larger than I originally thought. Then I noticed that her legs were quite shapely, but it seemed that she had not shaved them in some times. I told her to hang loose for a bit and that I would be right back.
I hopped into the elevator, and as soon as it hit the ground floor, I jumped into my car, raced across the street, grabbed some ladies' disposable razors, shaving cream, a tooth brush, some tooth paste, and some lady's deodorant. At the last minute, I asked the clerk if they had any perfume, and she suggested a cologne that she said lots of girls like.
Five minutes later, I popped the door passkey into the lock and walked into the hotel room without knocking. I heard the hair dryer going in the bathroom, and that's when I realized ... I didn't know her name. I was a little embarrassed, but I knocked on the bathroom door and said to her "uhhh, I didn't get your name, mine is Bob." She smiled, put down the hair dryer, and said "nice to meet you Bob, I am Alexa, and thanks for helping me out." I handed her the bag of goodies and ducked back into the bedroom hoping she didn't notice that while I was talking to her I could see her nipples and was getting a hardon.
I sat down in the room and tried to think about the first time I had to jump off a high diving board so my cock would settle down. I could hear her using the toothbrush, but I didn't have long to wait before Alexa walked into the room, with her robe still gaping open displaying most of her large breasts and she asked me if I would mind helping her shave her legs. My hardon came back in force as I said that of course I would help. She took me by the hand and lead me into the bathroom, where she sat on the edge of the tub and extended her left leg onto the toilet seat and asked me to go ahead and do my best.
I wet a wash rag with warm water, knelt on the floor next to her wet the bottom half of her leg and spread shaving cream over it, then carefully sc****d it off, along with her baby-fine hairs, occasionally standing to rinse the blade in the hot running water of the sink. Then she extended her right leg, and I repeated the procedure. I thought then that she would finish the task, but she gently tugged on my arm and moved the robe away from her right leg, exposing her thigh all the way up to what I could see was stubble on her pussy. "I want you to to the whole job Bill," she said to me. You have treated me like a princess, and I am loving it.
As I lathered her right thigh from her knee up, my hands came very close to her labia, which I could see were starting to swell and turn red. I shaved her right thigh as carefully and quickly as I could, trying to keep up the gentleman persona that I knew was rapidly fading as my pants were tented out with a full erection. She quickly moved her right leg to the floor and extended her left leg, which caused her thighs to part even more, and the robe was almost completely open in the front. I was committed to the task, however, and I lathered and shaved her left thigh from her knee up, and then she told me to continue. She spread here legs open widely and moved my hand onto her pussy, and I could feel that she was warm and wet.
In for a penny, in for a pound - I spread shaving cream from just below her waist downward, and she leaned back and spread her legs as i tried to act casual spreading the creamy foam along the sides of her labia and all the way down to her tight asshole, which I could see had a few hairs that needed elimination. As I stroked the razor up and down her crotch, her outer labia parted, and the pink juicy inner labia began to protrude. By the time I had her ass crack shaved clean, she had slid her hands down, spread pussy lips and pulled back the hood over what turned out to be a huge clit. I rinsed the washcloth, wiped her legs clean, then rinsed the wash cloth again and wiped it up and down her slit all the way from her tight little asshole to her clit. About then I realized that I had picked up quite a sexual woman and it occurred to me that I should have bought condoms when I went to the store.
I had not told her that I had picked up a pint of Jack Daniels at the store, so I chose this time to nervously ask if she would like another drink. She stood up, picked up two glasses off the lavatory and walked into the bedroom. She sat on the bed with her legs under her, which put her freshly-shaved pussy on full display, and we each took a couple of shots of the Jack Daniels straight up after I poured them into the glasses.
She leaned forward and as we kissed for the first time, her robe fell completely open, exposing her breasts completely. Next she told me that she thought I was a little overdressed, and she unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. Then she loosened my belt, asked me to stand up, and removed my pants and underwear in one motion. "I will be back momentarily, please take off the rest of your clothes," and she went into the bathroom. She returned with the washcloth that I had used on her, laid me back on the bed and proceeded to give me the equivalent of a hospital sponge bath from neck to toes. I don't think most hospitals would have focused so much on making sure that my cock and ass were so clean.
She tossed the washcloth into the bathroom, leaned forward, and took my cock half way down her throat before she gagged a little. Jacking my cock with her hand, she used her other hand to push down on her own head, and I could feel my cock invading into her throat as she gagged a little more. Then she pulled back, licked up and down my shaft, sucked on the head, and took nearly all of my cock down her throat. I knew that if she kept this up I would blow, and I warned her. That seemed to excite her, and she started bobbing her head up and down, taking about a third to half of my cock into her mouth while jacking my shaft at blinding speed. I felt my balls tighten and shot a huge glob of cum down her throat. She back off a little, swallowed my cum and then I quickly filled her mouth with three more shots of cum, which she swallowed before pressing her head back down onto my cock so that the next couple of shots when straight down her throat into her stomach, and I could feel her throat spasm as she tried not to gag. I was spent, and I pulled her up, kissed her and tasted my cum in her mouth, then laid her back on the bed.
I told her it was her turn and, skipping all formalities, went straight to sucking her nipples and slid two fingers into her soaking wet cunt while letting my thumb rest on her clit.
[Part 2?]
7 years ago
