Benefits of being a Samaritan Part 1 - Sex Stories

Benefits of being a Samaritan Part 1

... am sorry,’ I replied. ‘Don’t be. I am certainly enjoying the view as well. But this isn’t getting the car fixed.’ I had the spare out and got the old wheel off. That was when I found the problem. Some wire had caught round the axle and damaged the inside of the tire. I had to get this off first. I was now lying on my back, but it was getting darker, so I asked Jean to get the torch from the back of my van. She gave me the torch and crouched down to see what the problem was. The light not only showed the problem, but it also shone straight up her dress. Her thighs were spread apart and I had a perfect view of her tight panties, which barely covered her pussy. She looked at the wire then at my eyes and she knew exactly where I was looking. Her gaze then went down my body to my crotch. By now my cock was like a tent pole. ‘Looks like one favour should be returned for another.’ At that moment I managed to free the wire, my hands now covered in grease and oil. I started to slide out from under the car. ‘Not so fast, just stay there. Your van doors are open so my Mother can’t see a thing, even if she wakes up, the car is blocking any other view.’ Jean, stood up, and slipped her and up under her skirt and pulled down her panties, then she straddled me, and as she lowered herself down, she reached down and pulled the top of my shorts down, releasing my hard seven inch cock. Then she gripped my cock and guided into her warm wet pussy. ‘Oh fuck, that is better than plastic.’ Then she ...

... gently started to go back and forth on my cock. I wanted to feel her tits, and she noticed as I moved my hands. ‘Wait,’ she said, then she undid her blouse and the front fastening bra, and opened her blouse wider. I reached up and squeezed her tits and rubbed her nipples while she was grinding herself hard and harder on my cock. Her tits were getting blacker and blacker from my oily hands but she didn’t care. She was moving faster and faster on my cock, and I knew I was going to cum. ‘Do it, do it now.' I felt my cock harden even more as my cum shot deep inside her. She stopped as I was cumming, then almost collapsed. She leant down and we kissed deep and quick and hard. ‘I needed that, I hope you liked it?’ ‘I loved it, but I could do with more.’ ‘Really,’ she said. ‘You aren’t just saying it I hope.’ ‘No, but I would like to have lasted longer and been able to do more.’ We both suddenly realised that I was still inside her and we should really get the car fixed. She stood up and held the torch as I pulled up my shorts and fitted the wheel on the car. Within ten minutes we were all ready to go. She went to get her mother as I packed up the jack and grabbed my jeans and her panties off the floor. Once they were in the car, I leant through the window, and gave Jean my business card. ‘Text me when you are home please, just to make sure you made it okay.’ Jean smiled, pulled my face down towards her and kissed me. ‘Don’t worry I will.’ With that she drove off into the darkness. I ...