The Storyteller

By Irish Eyes

It was just one of those days. I finished work at noon and was heading home. It was Friday and I had plans for later, so I wanted to get home and relax for a while. One of my guys called me to tell me how horny he was and we chatted for a while as I drove home. As I pulled into my garage, I looked down and realized that my gasoline gauge was very low and I had forgotten to get gas. Darn. So, I turned around and headed back out to go to the gas station. I started to turn out of my subdivision onto the busy roadway and my car stopped!! In the middle of the fucking intersection!! I tried to restart the engine, and got it going, moved a little way, still straddling the two lanes, and it died again!! It wouldn't restart at all. Cars are speeding around me, barely slowing to get around me. A man pulls up and says he'll push me over to the shoulder, so I slip the car into neutral. Another man stops and helps. Once I'm over to the side, and they ascertain that I have a phone and a way to get help, they are off. After trying to find a friend, I finally call for roadside assistance and get set to wait for someone to bring me some gasoline. It's pretty hot outside, so I'm really happy when the guy gets there and I am on my way up to the gas station to fill up. So, all in all, an annoying event, but I got through it.

When I am on my way back home, my friend, David, calls and tells me he's sent me an email with a proposition. Okay. I hurry home and check my messages. He is stuck at work, in the lab, doing no-brain kind of work for a while. He has his Iphone earpiece in his ear. He wants me to call him and tell him an erotic story while he works, surrounded by his co-workers who will have no idea what is going on. Well, you know I love erotic stories, so I dial his number immediately (as soon as I take off all my hot, sweaty clothes!).

So, as David is working, I am telling him this story:

"As you know, my car broke down and ran out of gas on the side of the road. I am standing on the far side of my car, hoping that the speeding traffic will see me and not hit my disabled vehicle. I have a book to read, but have trouble concentrating. It really hot outside, near 100 degrees, and I grab some sunscreen from my trunk so I won't get sunburned. I really wish I had stopped earlier and got a Diet Coke at McDonald's since I don't even have any water with me. The roadside assistance guy had said it would take about 40 minutes for the service guy to bring me the gasoline, so I know I'm just going to have to wait it out. I try to call a couple of friends, but can't reach anyone. So, I'm feeling pretty frustrated, and a bit embarrassed for having this happen.

A car pulls up behind my Audi, a tall guy gets out and walks over towards me. "Are you okay?" he asks politely. I tell him "Yes, just ran out of gas and someone will be bringing it eventually". "Do you need anything?" he asks. "Well, I could really use some water; it's pretty hot out here". To my surprise, he says, "No problem, I'll be right back!" Before I know what happened, he jumps in his car and drives off. In just a few minutes, just long enough for him to drive up the hill to a convenience store, he's back with a bottle of ice cold water!!! "Thank you so much", I say and take a long drink of the water. I hold the icy bottle next to my face and set it on my neck to cool me off quickly. Condensation drips off and a few drops run down my neck and into my cleavage. That feels so good, I take the icy bottle and hold it between my breasts for a moment, letting more cool fluid to drip down my body. I look up to see the man watching me, looking at my cleavage. I look up and smile and he bends forward and kisses me. We are standing over by the rear passenger door of my car, and he leans against me a little, pressing me against the car.

My lips part and his tongue starts to explore. I feel his hand sliding up my trunk and brushing against my breast and a soft moan escapes my lips. Boy, can he kiss!! His talented tongue dances with mine, he pulls on my lip with his lips, and his hand is more firmly cupping my breast. He is standing a little to my right side, effectively blocking the view of any oncoming drivers. His other hand starts to slide down to the edge of my dress hem, then slides the edge higher, and he begins to caress my leg. I know that we are standing outside in full daylight, with speeding traffic all around, but all of that seems to disappear as I lose myself in his mouth and hands. His hand slides further up under my dress and then his fingers are at the edge of my panties! Ohhhhhh! I feel the breeze under my dress as the air brushes my pussy in my rapidly dampening panties. He slips his fingers under the edge and I feel his breathing quicken as he feels how wet I am. He rubs my clitoris and I am dripping wet. His fingers finally slip inside my hot, wet pussy and he starts finger-fucking me. On the side of the road, in broad daylight!!! I press against his hand over and over as I quickly start to climax, my juices running over his fingers. I grab his shoulders trying to keep my balance as wave after wave crashes over me.

Just at that moment as I am starting to come down from my orgasm, we hear a truck pull up in back of us- the guy with the gasoline. Quickly, without appearing hurried, my dress goes down, and we separate from our embrace. We are both flustered and hot, not from standing in the sun, and we aren't sure how much the truck driver could see. I stammer a greeting to the guy and he puts some gas in my tank, to get me to the gas station. I keep trying not to look directly at the stranger who had been finger-fucking me, so as not to lose it completely. The truck driver leaves and we finally look at each other to ask if we want to continue this encounter in a more private, cooler venue. Seeing the look in his eyes, and the pressure his cock is putting against his jeans, I invite him to follow me back home so we can get naked."

As I tell the story to David, I hear co-workers in the background. David occasionally gives me a "Mmmm" or "That's good" as if he were having a completely innocent conversation. I have been touching myself, getting hotter with the telling as well as hearing him listening, trying not to respond to the intense eroticism. As I rub my clit, and tell the story (making it up as I go), I finally explode into my orgasm, moaning and whimpering on the phone as David listens. I certainly don't need to tell him that I have come. Once my breathing stabilizes, I ask how he is doing. "Well, suffice it to say I won't be moving away from this counter anytime soon", he explains. I laugh, happy that he is so aroused by my story and my own orgasm he heard on the phone. Just another fun day at work!! --

The End