Let me leave you with this thought:

You are on a back road somewhere in Mississippi. It's hot and sultry. Your car overheats. You sit in the shade by the side of the road with the hood up, steam billowing out of your radiator. A lone rider approaches on a motorcycle. He's big & burly & wearing a wife beater and dirty jeans and some butt ugly sunglasses. He roars up and cuts the engine. He gets off the bike, stretches, wipes the sweat from his brow. Looks under the hood of your car. Asks if you have a rag. You don't. He takes his shirt off to use to fiddle with the hot engine. You faint! You wake up lying by the side of the road and he's kneeling beside you asking you if you're okay, in a gruff Aussie accented voice...

So what do you do?

Night all!
Alyssa

"...No, I'm not." In one quick movement, I reached up, grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face to mine. I leaned up and gave him a slow gentle kiss. I expected him to pull away with alarm, but he didn't. Instead, he put his hand behind my neck - nudging me closer- and gave me a deep long wet kiss in return.

His tongue was searching out every recess in my mouth - exploring. Before I could beg for a breath, he broke away, slid one arm underneath my legs and the other behind my back and lifted me from the ground. My! How strong my Hawg riding knight was. He walked over to the car, shut the hood and plopped me down.

The sun baked enamel on the car burned the tender skin on the back of my legs, but I was too absorbed with wonder at what would happen next. He stood in front of me and placed his hands, palm down, on either side of me and leaned in dangerously close. He pulled his sunglasses up onto the top of his head...

those eyes

He cocked his head to the side and grinned...

that mouth

...and began to speak...

oh! the voice

"Yes, you are right - you are not ok. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

A drop of sweat rolled off his nose - which was just 2 inches from my forehead - and fell on my thigh. I inhaled and devoured the sweet stench of sweat, beer, cigarettes, dirt, gas fumes, and pure unadulterated man. I looked directly into those beautiful blue eyes and grinned.

 "I don't know. My car may be overheated, but I know that I'm running on empty myself. Do you think you could take me somewhere and fill me up?"

My eyes never left his. As I awaited his response, which was taking longer to retrieve than I thought it should, I began to think that he was going to turn around and leave me stranded in the middle of Nowhere, MS.

His eyes never left mine. He shifted his weight and leaned up against my knee.

The hardness

I could feel the Plymouth Rock planted squarely in the crotch of his dirty jeans. I began brushing my leg from side to side so that my knee grazed his bulge with every move.

"Where would you like to be filled up, luv?" he asked.

I slid off the hood of the car and my Aussie rescuer backed up as I did - never moving more than inches away from me and never releasing my eyes from his gaze.

I walked around until I had his back to the grille of the car. I walked towards him and he leaned back onto the hood. I put my hand on his crotch and licked my upper lip in anticipation and thankfulness of the meal I was about to receive.

 I crouched down - enjoying the tightness of my own cutoff blue jean shorts which were beginning to get quite damp with a moisture other than sweat. With one hand he unbuttoned, unzipped and released from his britches the most exquisitely proportioned tool I have ever seen. He angled his cock down towards my face with his hand and gently bumped me on the nose with it.

"Fill'er up" he giggled.

I licked my lips again and slowly lowered my mouth onto his pipe. I took it in as far as I could and I still didn't have it all the way in.

"Come on baby, all the way" he groaned. I pulled my head up and then down slowly again hoping that I could find a little more room in my throat this time. "Yeah baby, that's it..."

I could tell he was equally enjoying watching his cock disappear in my mouth along with the sensation of being in my mouth. That made a bolt of lightening arc up my thighs. "Whoa Nellie, I said to myself. Not yet...I've got to have that tool inside me before I let myself go."

My muscular companion had noticed me shudder with delight as I pumped my mouth up and down that glorious cock over and over - alternating the intensity of my sucking. When he started to close his eyes and groan, I popped it out of my mouth and ran my tongue up his shaft, starting at the luscious chestnut curls, all the way to the velvety tip. All the while, he was growling with delight, telling me to stick it back in my mouth and suck it. I did as instructed, like a good girl. Just as I thought I was going to be rewarded with my liquid treat, my Harley guy leaned up and purred, "Get on the car" Again, I did as directed without any thought to the searing heat left there by the sun. Before I had put my ass down on the hood of the car completely, he had my shorts unbuttoned and had slipped his right hand in and was caressing my well swollen clit with his middle finger.

As his hand worked it's magic, he leaned into me until my back was on the car hood. I cried out in pain as I felt the sensitive skin on my back being scorched. This cry excited him and he lay beside me, never missing a beat with his finger. I started to buck and grind into his hand and he grinned a very toothy grin. Gently, he slipped one, then two fingers inside me and I exploded. Damn!!!! I wanted him inside me before I did that!! "No no no no, not yet....ooooooooooooooh"

"Cum for me, baby - yeah, that's it - like a good girl..." he purred.

When my pussy had contracted the last time upon his fingers, he pulled them out and slid them into his own mouth. "Mmmmm. You're almost full."

Before I could contest the whole fact that I came before I wanted to, he leaned down and kissed me deeply. His well experienced right hand was slowly running up my stomach, over my breast and up to the strap of my halter top. He untied my top and pulled it down to expose both of my painfully hard nipples. He brushed his fingers back and forth over them, making me squeal. He moved his head over to attend to them properly. He kneaded and sucked until I thought I would cum again. "Take your pants off." he said between sucks. I obliged quite hastily.

A cool breeze had begun to blow, which added all the more pleasure to my experience. He slid off the car, grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the hood until my ass was nearly hanging off the side. He spread my legs and sank himself into me, right up to the hilt. I came immediately.

My lover smiled the smile of a conquering general and began to pleasure himself with my body. He watched himself slide in and out and groaned. "Oh yeah..." he muttered over and over like a mantra. Watching this exchange revived that electricity in me all over again.

"Fuck me."

"Yeah baby, talk to me"

"Fuck me hard. Is that all you have?"

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...you little slut, I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to get up" he said through clenched teeth.

"Harder......harder...yesssssssssssss." The car was rocking fiercely now with every thrust of his hips.

"Yesssss! Yessssssssss! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Jesus FUCKING CHRIST!" He exploded his wad inside me over and over until he was dry. He stood up, and then hopped onto the hood and laid down beside me. He reached into his back pocket, retrieved his smokes and lighter. He lit up, took a drag and passed it to me. "You alright, luv?"

I grinned like a cheshire cat and said, "Didn't you already ask me that?" We both began to laugh so hard we nearly fell off the car.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep Beeeeeeeeeeeeep. Leapt off the car, grabbed my shorts off the ground and leaned into the passenger side window and groped for my cell phone. It rang 2 more times before I was able to answer it. "Hello" I was still giggling as I watched Mr. Motorcycle Man stand up, tuck his gear in and zip it up.

"Are you guys done yet? It's hot out here." I couldn't answer because I started 

belly laughing so hard. I handed the phone to the man with the sexy ass.

"Hello.....yes.....keep yer fuckin pants on, we'll be right there.....yes, I know it's hot.....you didn't have to come motorbike riding I with us if you didn't want.......fuck you!!!!" Russ ended the call and tossed the phone to me. I reached in and got my fanny pack out of the old abandoned car and fastened it around my waist. "Hee hee...Mark's pissed off. (more giggles) but he'll get over it."

I buttoned my shorts while Russ put his shirt back on, we hopped back onto the bike and went back up the road to collect Mark.

"This was more fun than the Princeton Library Incident..." I yelled at him over the roar of the Harley.

"Yeah - the Fine Arts section of that library will never be the same...."