The Deserted Road

Vanessa leaned against her car and scowled. Her cell phone had no signal out here and her car had just broken down. At least this is what she figured had happened. She was driving along, singing to a Rihanna song on the radio, and the car stopped. She knew nothing about cars and didn't want to start learning. She leaned against the car and wondered how busy this road really was. She didn't remember seeing a lot of cars, but she really wasn't paying attention.

Vanessa smiled as a truck pulled up. It was an older truck and was caked in mud. She didn't feel nervous about this stranger pulling up. A man in his fifties stepped out.

"Battery dead?"

Vanessa blinked and tried to process what he had said. "Battery?"

"Yes sweetie. The battery of your car, is it dead?"

"I have no idea. Do I look like I know about cars?"

The older man grinned. Vanessa had on a tiny white jean skirt with a black tank top. Her small breasts were pushing against the material and there was no way she was wearing a bra. She had green sandals on and her toenails were painted a light pink.

"No you don't. Did you call for assistance yet?"

Vanessa rolled her eyes. This guy didn't look threatening, but the tone of his voice hinted that he was patronizing to her. She hated when people made assumptions about her.

"My cell phone doesn't work out here. All I know is that I was driving along and the car stopped."

Bruce grinned. This girl was way too cute and way too sexy to be on the road alone. He figured she was from the city, probably driving around while sulking about something her boyfriend had done. He had seen it happen before.

"I live a short drive down the road. I can drive home and call you a tow truck. You can stay here or come home with me."

Vanessa stared at Bruce. She had her hands on her hips and was trying to figure out whether that was a safe thing to do.

"Do I look stupid? I am not going in the truck with you."

Bruce chuckled. This young woman was trying to look so strong, but he could tell she was intrigued.

"Fine. I'll be back in a little bit."

And with that, Bruce got into his truck and drove off down the road. He couldn't help but think about how cute her jean skirt was, hugging her thin tanned legs. He could feel his cock pressing against his jeans and he tried to ignore it. Here he was drooling over this girl who was probably thirty years younger then him. He got into his home and called for a tow truck. He decided to call AAA. After hanging up the phone, he got back into his truck and drove back to her car. He had grabbed a few bottles of water along with his cell phone, which normally had a better signal out in the country

As he drove up, she was laying on the hood of her car sun tanning. She had pulled up her top to reveal her toned tummy and he figured she had no idea that it looked like a scene that would be on a car magazine cover.

"I called AAA. Here's some water."

"Thanks." Vanessa sat up. He looked concerned and sincere. She realized she had nothing to worry about.

"Sorry I was so bitchy before. I haven't had a very good day." She sipped her water and some of it dribbled down her neck and dripped down under her tank top. Bruce's eyes glazed over and he wished it were his tongue instead.

"I'm Bruce by the way. You're allowed to be bitchy. I think it's cute."

Vanessa giggled. "You always a big flirt?"

Bruce walked up to Vanessa. She was still sitting on the hood of her car with her legs open a bit.

"I'm only a flirt when a cute young woman is left stranded on the side of the road and looks fucking sexy in a tiny jean skirt."

Vanessa gasped as his rough hands ran up and down her bare legs. She gulped down the last of her water and placed the bottle on the hood next to her. It tipped over and rolled onto the ground. She glanced down to watch it roll under the car and when she looked up Bruce had moved to between her legs.

"Tell me to stop." Bruce nibbled along her jaw line. She smelled like strawberries and it drove him crazy. Instead of stopping him she gripped his t-shirt in her fist and pulled him closer.

"Stop flirting with me Bruce."

"Actually I'm done flirting. Right now, I'm seducing you."

Vanessa giggled and they kissed. It was a frantic kiss, full of passion. Vanessa tried to think straight, but it wasn't working. She felt her panties being moved to the side and as his thick fingers sank into her pussy, she cried out. Bruce was fingering her tight pussy with one hand as he unzipped his jeans with the other. He had no idea what had come over him, but he needed her right now.

"Don't stop Bruce. Please don't fucking stop." She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her off the car. She was so light and he pulled her down, sinking his cock into her pussy. She felt so good. She was like hot velvet. He stood and bounced her body on his cock.

Vanessa leaned her head back and could only moan. She was being fucked roughly on the side of the road and she loved it. Bruce gripped her hips and fucked her harder.

"You feel so good baby." Bruce was close and slowed down. He wanted to make her cum first so he held her down with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. He could feel her legs shake and before she knew it, she was cumming.

"Oh fucking hell Bruce." Vanessa thrashed around and gushed a bit on his cock. She always came hard and this was no exception.

"Fuck me." Vanessa hissed against his lips as she wrapped her small hands in his hair. She pulled hard enough to hurt a bit.

"You want it rough baby." This was a statement, not a question. Bruce spun around and leaned against her car. He bounced her on his cock and finally came. He closed his eyes and felt is cock throb, shooting his cum inside her. He loosened his grip on her hips and looked into her eyes.

"Did that feel good baby?"

"Oh yeah."

Vanessa began to laugh. Bruce couldn't help but laugh as well. He nuzzled her nose.

"Thank you for playing this out for me baby. You're great at playing the damsel in distress."

"Anything for my horny older boyfriend. Any other fantasies you want to play out?"