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The rain had barely started when I left my own apartment. I had just watched Mom and Dad take Janie off for the weekend. No sooner had they turned the corner, I had heaved my suitcase and overnight bag out of the hall closet, dragged them to the car and threw them in the trunk. I went back to change the answering machine. Sorry, I'm not available until Tuesday. Please leave a message and I'll get back with you then!
Oh, was I ready for this long weekend! It had been over a year since I had missed work, with the exception of one instance to take Janie to the doctors for a terrible flu. As dedicated as I am to Janie, I was relieved to be leaving on this "mommy only" weekend. She was excited herself to get to spend three whole days with Grandma and Grandpa, her personal servants and spoilers.
Grabbing my jacket, I turned long enough to activate the alarm system, lock the door and I was off!
I pulled out of the parking lot, stuck my Best of Motown CD in and never looked back! Turning onto the highway, I flipped the volume up and cracked the window for air. The rain wasn't going to put a damper on my good mood.
As the highway passed under me, my excitement grew. My left hand on the wheel, and my right hand tapping out time on my hip. In all of my thirty-five years, I don't remember being as happy. What a great life! A good job, nice home, a smart and wonderful kid who just graduated from sixth grade, and a weekend ahead of me with some old friends in the mountains!
For one second, I felt my heart lurch as I remembered Jake, and how great it would be if he were here. Jake died over a year earlier, and after throwing myself into the tasks of raising my child alone, and my job, I had worked through all the pain and grief of losing Jake. I was ready to move on. Jake had said as much when we talked that last time in the hospital.
My heart may have lurched, but after the memory flooded over me, I had to smile. Jake had said that I was too young and hot to be a widow at age thirty-four. At the time, I found little humor in it, thinking only, "Yeah Jake, and thirty-eight is too young to die from cancer." But now, feeling Jake's blessing to "Go on… live! Enjoy life and live it to the max, for both you and me," I smiled.
My hand started rubbing my upper leg, thinking how Jake's hand would be resting there if not for…. My mind drifted farther back….. How many times had that hand on my leg led to "frisky business" as Jake called it, while on the road. Once it even led to the conception of Janie. I felt the corners of my lips cracking and I realized that I was actually grinning, for the first time in a long while.
While I found my mouth doing new things, I found my hand up to old tricks. I had started rubbing my leg so high that I had managed to get the sundress I was wearing up and fingers were caressing my inner thigh, rubbing the white cotton panties I had slipped on this morning. With a little maneuvering I liberated my panties down my hips, past my knees and onto the floor board. Ahhh! Relief! With the highway straight and unwavering, I managed better than you would think.
My fingers found my slit and unsurprisingly I was soaking wet already. A vacation wasn't the only thing I had done without over the past year…… I was ripe for the plucking. I wondered if my friend Jane (whom my daughter was named for) had really gotten one of her husband's friends to come for the weekend too? She had mentioned that she was going to have another houseguest and that I might find "him" intriguing, but that was all she mentioned. I had accused her of setting me up and told her I wasn't interested. I had insisted that I was not interested. Now I was having second thoughts on that matter… A one weekend "thing" might not be so bad now. It surely would satisfy a few things around here, I smirked, as my fingers flicked back and forth on myself.
My legs spread a little wider, and my fingers dove a little deeper, hitting the source of the wetness…. Mmmmm. I leaned a little further back in my bucket seat, spread my legs wider and enjoyed myself. Hey, it's my vacation! Soon my thumb was plucking my clit while my middle finger dove deeper and deeper. I glided into the right lane due to my distraction and slowed down to the speed limit. Don't want to break any laws, I rationalized.
The rain was still pouring down, not in buckets, but steady streams. The wipers, at medium, beat out a nice smooth pace and my fingers, thumb, and palm were matching it, creating a growing sensation of intense pleasure. The rhythm of the wipers, the music, the rain and my fingers all seemed to collide and mix and intermingle into a syncopated mélange of excitement.
I didn't see the object I ran over, but I'm sure it was a block of wood or brick from a truck ahead of me. Quite frankly it freaked me out, and I ripped my hand from my crotch, sat bolt upright and started slowing down. I had enough experience to know one does not slam on the brakes. I was lucky I had started slowing down because the next thing that happened would have surely caused me to slam the brakes, even knowing it was the wrong thing to do.
The left front tire blew out, my car lurched and started weaving. Oh shit. I was able to control the car and get it to the right shoulder. My heart was beating so hard my chest was jumping. Turning the ignition off and letting out the longest breath of my life, I felt embarrassed, and scared.
And lucky. Upon inspecting the damage, a flat tire was not all that bad, I thought… until I noticed the front right tire had also blown . Great. The rain was irritating and the cars speeding by only served to make me more angry. Twice I was fully baptized in oily, gritty, pooled rainwater. My clothes were soaked, and so was I. I got back in the car, and pulled the jacket from the back seat where I had tossed it when I started this trip.
Great. Thank goodness for cell phones. I called AAA and found out it'd be forty-five minutes to an hour before anyone would come help. I knew how to change one tire, but of course, who carries two spare tires??? I called Jane and let her know where I was. She told me I was not too far away and she was going to send a mutual friend who had a truck to help.
"Well, Thomas is good at that stuff.. He likes being the knight in shining armor. He'll be out there in about thirty minutes. Are you safe enough?" she questioned me.
"Yes," I said. I did reach over and silently push the door locks down. Better safe than sorry. Well, I thought, if Thomas didn't get here before them, I guess the AAA tow truck would.
I started the car and turned the heat up. Chills had started in waves and after the embarrassment, the panic, the fear, and the disappointment passed, I started getting dryer and warmer. I soon found my hands pulling the soaked sundress skirt up higher and higher letting the warm air rush up my thighs, and back in action on my bare naked mound. Without the distraction of having to pay attention to traffic, I was able to pick up quickly where I had left off….finding the right spot almost immediately. Mmmmmmm. While my right hand pressed inward, my left hand had found my left nipple. The wet sundress had conformed to my more than ample breasts and made it oh so easy to feel that hard nipple get excited. My right hand was dancing to the music of Motown. My legs started getting that weightless feeling, and that wonderful blast of sexy adrenalin started rushing through my hips. Plunging my fingers deeper and closer to orgasm than I had been in a long, long time, I closed my eyes and got ready to let the dam burst forth.
I must have screamed so loud when the knock on the window came, that all of the eastern seaboard heard me.
A bearded lumberjack was staring at me and grinning the widest grin I ever saw. "Allie.. Allie! Are you having fun in there??" I regained composure and opened the door. It was raining worse than ever and I quickly pulled the door back. I flicked the locks up and turned the CD player off.
Thomas walked over to the passenger side and fell into the car with one hard wump. The man had to be six foot tall and 250 pounds. The grin on his face was so good to see. I forgot about my embarrassment and sprang across the car and hugged his neck. "Thomas!"
"Allie, you sure do get yourself into some predicaments."
"Ok save the editorial, Thomas and get me outta here!" I laughed.
"No sooner said than done" Thomas replied ,as he saw the AAA tow truck pulling up behind us. Thomas took my keys, got out and spoke to the tow truck driver for a while.
I dashed from the car to Thomas' truck faster than I'd ever run before, still getting soaked (again) along the way while Thomas got my luggage from the car. The tow truck driver turned his truck around and started pulling my car up onto the ramp. Thomas came around the driver's side and slid in.
"He's taking the car to a place over in Dalton. It's the best place. But…." he trailed off, staring at me in my soaked sundress, "It's the other direction. I'll get my bud that works there to fix 'er up and drive it over to Jane's place tomorrow. For now, you get to ride to Jane's with me, young lady." He grinned a mock evil grin and started laughing.
For me, I knew Thomas was "mostly harmless" as the male of the species goes. He was funny, caring, and intelligent, but disguised it so well in his huge lumbering, "country bumpkin" physical appearance. He was one of those guys that no one ever really noticed when there were other men around. But, alone, one could see the qualities that most ladies look for in a friend. And lover maybe, I thought, glancing at him as he started the truck. Yea, definitely lover possibilities, I thought.
He reached back to the space behind the seat, where my luggage was and pulled my jacket up and wrapped it around me. "Thanks, Thomas" I meekly replied. He grinned and reached in his overalls pocket and pulled out something small and white.
"You might want these back too," he offered as he gently tossed the panties I had left in the front seat of my car onto my lap.
I suddenly became very hot and could feel my entire body turning fire engine red. I turned away from him and looked out the window at the trees in the distance.
"Awwwww, don't do that, Allie… I didn't realize what was going on until I had knocked on your window. I am very sorry I interrupted."
I felt the sharp sting of embarrassment once again, but Thomas' soothing words eased my pain. Was he turned on I wondered? I glanced toward him and he, as the gentleman he was made sure to watch the road and not make direct eye contact. I felt a smile break across my lips and decided to flip the switch on him.
"So, did you like what you got to see?" I ventured.
That big grin gave me the answer I wanted. "Well, hell, Allie, what man wouldn't?"
In a fit of boldness I undid my seatbelt and turned towards him, pulling my left leg up to the truck's seat, touching his right leg with my toes. I lifted my right leg up and perched it on the dashboard above the radio. "Would you mind if I finished up?"
I could see Thomas' throat swallow hard and his hands adjust the steering wheel a little too hard.
"Sure, shug…," he gulped, "Help yourself." He smiled and slightly glanced my way, then back to the road.
With that I pulled the skirt up once more, ever so slowly. The tingling in my pelvis had started already.
I could see Thomas watching traffic but I had his peripheral vision. My fingers were getting the workout they hadn't had in a long while, and soon found their spot on my pubic mons, now throbbing with anticipation once again. Both hands present and accounted for, they gently rubbed down then back up the mons. My fingers slipping into that velvety hot region and sliding back the curtain for my audience. My right leg slid across the dashboard back toward me bending my knee slightly, opening my legs further. My fingers glided down, down and into myself. I began to finger myself slowly and deeply with my right hand while my left hand held back the lips over my clit which stood at attention as soon as it was exposed. I felt all the blood in my body rushing . My inhibitions thrown out the window, I was finally going to come. It didn't take much, especially since I had several warm ups already. My fingers started stroking my clit and soon, that familiar anticipation was returning.
I had all but forgotten Thomas, but knew that I was safe. I quickly pivoted my left leg so that it too was perched on the dashboard in front of me. My knees spread wide, I slumped down, rhythmically stroking myself until the dam did burst and I felt myself coming hard. I moaned and grunted until I could no longer take it. The sensitivity of a clit freshly cummed is an entirely satisfying kind of pain. My hands rested , covering, protecting the source of my pleasure.
When my head started to clear and the rest of my senses returned, I could feel that we'd stopped moving. I peeked up to Thomas. He was sitting there facing me, not grinning, but with a small smile. A smile of pleasure and enjoyment. My legs dropped to the floorboard and I pushed myself into an upright position. I looked at the floor board, suddenly overcome with an attack of modesty.
"That was so fucking great, Allie. You are phenomenal!"
I saw him then smile and it was one of appreciation, not of judgment. I smiled back, "Thank you. I've been working on that all day." I noticed the bulge in his overalls and was happy that my performance had received a standing ovation.
Thomas had pulled over, in order to devote all his attention to me, into the parking lot of a gas station that had been out of business for quite a while apparently. It was one of those exits where there was nothing except a directional sign pointing the way to the nearest town, miles away.
I pulled my damp sundress down and tried to nonchalantly brush my hands clean on it. Thomas caught my left hand gently and pulled it to his mouth. "Allow me", he murmured, as he kissed the palm and fingers with his open lips. I was pleasantly surprised and thrilled with his own boldness. He leaned further over and brought the other hand to him and kissed its palm, then inhaled deeply.
"Its been so long since I've gotten to see and smell and taste and" he paused., "touch something so sweet."
I couldn't think of anything to say to that except "Me either," and I moved closer to him and slide my hand to rest on his bulging overalls. I pressed gently and felt his legs slide apart instinctively. He moaned and rolled his hips and body toward and over me. His large frame delicately surrounding mine. My hand pressed harder and caressed the ever growing rod between his legs. His left hand caressed my neck and shoulder and glided further down my arm, taking the strap of my dress with him…then over to the damp sundress covering my breast. He gently slid the top of the dress lower and lower until it squeezed my C cup breast up and out, the nipple ripe to the touch of his thumb and fingers. A very pleasurable, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm found its way up and out of my goose-pimpled body.
It was then that my cell phone decided to ring.
"Why am I always getting interrupted just when I get to the good part?" I asked.
Thomas pulled up, reluctantly.
"No, don't answer it," I pleaded.
"It's Jane… looking for us."
"A little while longer wont hurt."
"They'll be worried, Allie."
I grudgingly agreed and reached down to pick the cell phone up out of the floorboard, yanking my sundress back up over my breast.
Thomas straightened up and while I talked to Jane, put the truck back on the highway and headed for Jane's.
The ride to Jane and Mack's was filled with stories and tales of what's been going on the last while in each of our lives. Gales of laughter soon filled the cab of the truck and I was once again happy and looking forward to my weekend, even if it did start out wet and reckless (in more than one way).
To be continued in Chapter 2
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