She was on her way to Las Vegas, tooling through the desert between Phoenix and the Sin City , the CD player blasting Bon Jovi, the air conditioning on the rental cranked to the max.
The landscape was, at the same time, dramatic and boring. Rock formations, in every imaginable shade or red and brown, breathtaking at the start, had lost their fascination. So, she was daydreaming ...
About an e-mail she had just received from a man she had just met online ... a sexy tale he had created about climbing into her bedroom and taking her, partly against her will, but not entirely. She enjoyed believing that a man, beside her husband, would lust for her like that. She needed it for her self-confidence, and he made her feel good again. His writing and her imagination were a powerful pair.
In a part of the story, he described how he would lick her. She had read that story a dozen times and touched herself each time. And as she thought about it again, she began to get wet.
She remembered she was in the middle of the desert, not another car on the road. No one within miles, so ...
With her left hand on the wheel, her right hand pulled up her sun skirt, reached inside her panties and started stroking her clit. Mmmmm, that felt good. She knew better than anyone how she liked it ... just a soft, slow stroking that would make her moister and moister. She loved how she felt to herself, silky wet. And she loved touching herself. Sometimes she would make herself cum quickly, to relieve the sexual tension. Sometimes she liked to take her time and enjoy it. This time, she would linger.
She removed her panties and made small circles around her clit, occasionally slipping a finger inside her. She thought about her friend's tongue. God, she wished he were licking her now. It had been a long time since any man had really made love to her pussy with his tongue -- teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue, making long, wide licks between her lips, plunging it deep inside her, pulling her clit into his mouth and gently sucking on it. She loved it all.
In between the soft caresses of her clit, she slipped a finger inside as far as she could. First one, then two. While it was no substitution for the real thing, it did feel good, especially on the way in.
The throbbing was starting to build, and she had waited long enough, so she started rubbing faster. She knew how to bring herself to climax quickly. So she put her head back, just on the brink, when ...
Watch out!
She swerved and missed the car disabled on the side of the road. But only barely. She heard a thump and screeched to a halt in the sandy shoulder. She looked in her rear-view mirror. Had she hit someone? Run them over? She got out of her car and walked back toward the sedan. There didn't seem to be anyone around ...
"Hey!"
He popped out from behind the trunk.
"I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" he said. "Man, you just missed making me a hood ornament. I've got a flat, but my spare is shot, too. I was waiting for someone to come by. There's a garage about 20 miles down the road in the next town. Could you give me a lift?"
She wasn't sure. He was handsome, kind of. About 6-feet tall with blue eyes and a shaven head. He was in a t-shirt and jeans, and, with an athletic build, he wore them well. She guessed he was mid-40s, a little older than her.
But could she give a ride to a stranger on the highway? Maybe the flat tire was a trick. Before she realized it, the words came out of her mouth ...
"Sure," she said. "Hop in."
As she climbed into the driver's seat, she noticed a wry smile on his face.