Driving in these parts of town usually soothes me. I was always a nervous driver, but something about the endless highways at night, where there's practically no one around really lets my mind drift. As I passed every exit, I thought about my plans for the evening: a warm bath, a romance novel, and some Earth-shattering orgasms, courtesy of the new vibrator I had ordered and heightened by the weed gummy I had the foresight to take before my drive, so it hits just as I get home. I hit the acceleration and drove faster. Although I love my fiancee, I don't get many nights without him, so I try to take as much me time as I can when he's off for work. My nipples stiffened and I grew wet as I thought of the evening ahead.
I started to pull into my exit just as the weed gummy's effects creeped in and my phone rang. I must've looked down for just a second when BAM -- I hit the pick-up truck in front of me, stopped at the red light.
Fuck. There goes my evening.
I start freaking out internally as the driver of the pick-up truck started to climb out. My insurance rates were already through the roof and I really couldn't afford to take another hit with all the wedding costs my fiancee and I were incurring. I had to pray that the pick-up driver would take pity on me somehow, but I was doubtful -- I've never met a truck owner who didn't love his car.
As he approached, I started to get a good look at him -- he was older, maybe in his 40s, but he wore it well. Salt and pepper hair and beard, a solid frame, wrapped in flannel and denim. He knocked on my window and I rolled it down. Hopefully I could talk him into going outside of insurance.
"You think you're going to check out the damage?" he asked. I realized my mistake -- I must've looked crazy just sitting there. I climbed out of my car and stood in front of him. I looked to the fender. It was pretty damaged, but luckily everything else looked fine. I looked at him and he looked livid.
I don't think he's going to take pity on me.
"Who the fuck taught you to drive!? How did you hit a stopped car? The fuck is wrong with you?" he yelled. I tried not to space out, but the gummy was really starting to hit. He looks into my car window and sees my phone and the wrapper from the dispensary.
"ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH RIGHT NOW?" a blood vessel could've popped. He suddenly seemed much taller, as he waited for me to answer. Fuck, he wants me to answer.
"... look, I'm really sorry, I really didn't mean to hit you, I'm just really nervous on the highway and didn't realize there'd be anyone else this late. I can pay to repair your fender, but let's please not report this or bring insurance into this..." I drifted off a bit as I said it. Focus, focus!
He looked me up and down. I was wearing a cropped tee and low rise sweats, having just come from a laser hair removal appointment. My skin was exposed, smooth, and a bit pink. I realized too late that he could very obviously see the outline of my extremely pointy nipples and a bit of my thong. I cross my arms over my chest to deter his lingering gaze.
"This is an expensive repair, you know. You seem pretty young, I doubt you have that kind of money laying around," he said. He leaned in, toward my ear. "But I think you're a smart girl and know there's another way to pay it off." As he said it, I could feel myself growing wetter despite how disgusting he was being. As more of the gummy worked its way through my system, the hornier I got. I could smell the cheap cologne mixing with his sweat and wanted nothing more but to bathe in it. I looked him in the eyes and nodded.
"Come here. There won't be anyone on this part of the road for a few more hours, trust me," he said as he beckoned to the front seat of his truck.
Inside, there was a bench seat, and I realized he probably wasn't lying about the cost; it's clear I hit a vintage car. As I sat down, he looked at me sternly. He unzips his pants and pulled his semi-hard cock out. It was clearly still growing, but already I could tell it was much bigger than my fiancee's. Despite my best judgment, I could feel myself salivating at the thought of it inside me.
"Go on now, suck it," he said.
"yes, sir,' I say as I tentatively wrap my mouth around his dick. As I start working up and down his shaft, I feel it grow and stretch my jaw until it reaches full mast. I pull myself off and try to get a good look at it -- and fuck, he had a perfect dick! Long and thick, hard for me to even blow him, but God, did I try. As I kept going, I felt him pull my tank top over my breasts and lightly pull at my nipples. He then dipped his hand under the waistband of my sweats and started rubbing outside of my panties.
I moan around his dick as he starts to pull my panties to the side and glide through the lips.
