Benefits of being a Samaritan Part 1 - Sex Stories

Benefits of being a Samaritan Part 1

It had been a long day. I had been driving back from yet another trip to London. I had started the day at the office but a breakdown had sent me yet again on the road to London, a four hour drive each way, on a good day. Today was not one of those, so it was getting late when I left and I had got stuck in traffic and the SatNav was informing me that there was even more traffic ahead. I decided to take the alternative road home. I didn’t mind the other road, it was almost always much quieter, but further to drive. I turned off the SatNAv as I headed for the other road. Once I was on it I could turn it back on since it was the quickest way, but I didn’t want the nagging information to keep telling me to turn around as I was getting there. I stopped after about two hours, filled up with fuel, coffee and chocolate, and even got sandwiches. After another half an hour I was on the alternative road. It was the middle of summer and it was around 10 pm when I saw the yellow flashing lights of a broken down car ahead. I pulled over, and switched on my own flashing lights on top of my van, giving other drivers more warning. Stood by the car was a middle aged woman, dressed in a very tight blouse, her cleavage exposed, and a short skirt. I was quite shocked at first, but went over and asked what the problem was. Really there was no need as I could see the flat tyre. She told me that they had heard a bang and pulled over. I told her to follow me to a parking bay which wasn’t too far up ...

... the road, we would just take it steady and it would be alright. Arriving in the parking bay safely, I got out the van, opened up the back doors and got out the trolley jack ready to change the wheel. I then noticed that there was an older woman in the passenger seat. The younger lady approached and I told her I needed an empty car. She explained that it was her mother, and they had been to a fancy dress party, which explained what she wearing. She had rung her husband, but he wasn’t going to come out to help her. I told her to get her mother comfortable in my van where there was coffee and food. Whist she was moving her mother I started on the car. I had the car jacked up but needed the spare. As she came back the rain started. It came out of nowhere, just a very heavy and quick shower. I was dressed in a t-shirt and baggy shorts that were now sticking to my thighs. Her top had gone almost see-through, so the sight of her brown areoles around her hard nipples was starting to make my cock grow. We got to the back of her car to get the spare out and the more she leant over, the more pressure was put on her top, and so her nipples were even more obvious. Something had to happen. I broke the moment to say, ‘By the way,’ I paused. She just smiled, her eyes darting from my face to my cock. ‘I am John, nice to meet you.’ She looked directly at me,’ I am Jean, and I am glad that at least the sight of me is having more effect on you than my husband has done in the past two years.’ ‘Oh I ...