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Roadside Assistance - part 1byD E CollierI Pulled over in the rain, to see if the girl standing next to her broken down car, needed help.Checked out her car, and couldn't help checking out the beautiful owner and would be motorist beside it looking flustered. I gave the ailing auto my best imitation of a once over and offered my grim conclusion, "I think you are going to need a tow" and called a tow truck. She was a damsel in a dress, and I had helped solve her distress. She stood 5 foot 4 inches, small perky breasts clinging to her American Apparel T Shirt, through some divine lacy creation doing its imitation of a bra. Her hips curved out and around, two bubbles of perfection rounded out her delightful posterior. Full pouty lips turned down in seductive dismay. And then she looked up at me, into what seemed my very soul, and pierced her way through to my heart, on a return trip from my nether regions. Green eyes pinned me dreamily to this very spot on the earth. I dared not move for fear of destroying the perfection of this moment.We made small talk, and caught each other smiling back and forth with our eyes.Thought occurs to me, as my increasingly excited body and brain, wonder duo of missing the obvious, feel the light bulb going off over my head.What the living hell was I doing flirting on the side of the road in the rain, when I had a perfectly warm and dry car, burning up the overpriced petrol, running behind me?!The gallant and now aroused, after humiliating myself by keeping this honey haired, curvy cutie, in such harsh climate, Me, offers the "Carriage Awaits" routine and we pour our dripping, and me now tingling with curiosity, ankara escort bodies into the wonderful, end to rain, comfortable car.We are chatting away, as we install ourselves in dry seats. Giddily I am flirting. I am corny, and cute, humble, helpful, humorous (with good teeth and deep blue eyes), and by some miracle she is buying my shtick!?!Clumsily, as we dry our selves off with a clean beach towel, I had stashed in my trunk, we touch fleetingly here and there, but with increasing frequency. Stray fingers brush bare, soft creamy thigh. She steadies herself dramatically as she builds and sneezes (real, but cute, and not those horrible squeak sneeze deals.) Where she steadies herself is with a clutching, flexing left hand on the wonderful upper thigh, beginning of the groin land, lap of mine. She, with much surprises, apologizes, but her hand never quite finishes the effort to leave its new purchase (Quite alright, for an understanding man like me, wink wink.)I am helping her dry her hair now. We are weaving in and around each other, becoming quite tangled in each other?s limbs, torsos, beach towel, and smiles.I take a chance, impulsively darting bravely forward, and steal a kiss. She lets the kiss linger. Our eyes open before each other and the chemistry, lightning bolt, pheromone, chromosome, oh how I want to hear her moan....HONK!!!!! HONK!!!!! HONK!!!!!!Damn tow truck destroys our moment, and we find ourselves untangled, startled, and she leaps from the car to deal with an angry, cold, wet, impatient, tow truck troll of a man!My hopes, heart, and horny are crestfallen and devastated. Such evil event as this, cruel ankara escort bayan joke by life, and bad damn timing for me, attempting to get my groove on with the loveliest lass, Christina! Oh yes fair reader, I knew her name, and was savoring the sweet taste of her kiss, forlorn, as I watched her climb into the tow truck with the driver.I feared she was driving out of my life, now, and for good?!"Could you follow us to the repair shop Eddie?!" My head snaps up and I am at once alert, and once again hopeful. I smile out the widening space, into the pouring rain, as my window descends."Certainly!! I would love to!" Love to? Oh god was I eager! Christina just giggled from the passenger side window of the tow truck and looked down coyly through grinning teeth, mouthing thank you, and managing to lick her lips as she looked back up with hopeful eyes.We drove for 20 miles, up the road to a service station. Christina came bounding out of the tow truck and landed with one hand, palm outstretched, upon my happy chest. "I am going to go inside and grab a few things and sign something, so they will fix my car. You won't leave me here while I am gone, will you?" Yeah, like that was possible! I reassured her with my words, never losing my locked gaze into her beautiful emerald pools. I wrapped my hand around hers, and for some strange, goofy reason, I kissed the back of that hand. Instantly I was struck with the sinking sensation that I had done something weird and awkward, but Christina pulled my heart away from attack, "Such a gentleman?! Any more of that and I will be putty in your hands..." She blew me a kiss and licked her escort ankara lips again. She bounced away toward the store and office, so she could get something to drink and have a dry place to wait, while the mechanic looked at her car. To no-one in particular, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. This appealing woman had my heart going strong, with other choice body parts keeping pace. I was in need of pulling myself together.I guess I was in there for too long, made a call, cleaned up the grease stains on my hands, etc. Apparently I forgot to lock the door, because suddenly she was in there with me. She told me she couldn't wait, she was going to be out with it and that she was really turned on right now, and had never been this forward with anyone before, but she couldn't help it, so who cares! We kissed again. More like flung ourselves at each other and crashed together with our lips and hungry mouths.My hands moved upon, over, and around her. Christina writhed and ground her damp body against mine and started softly biting my neck as her hands did away with my button, zipper, and denims.Her fingers and palms teased my turgid cock from my clinging boxer briefs, and she stroked me into a frenzy, as she moaned into my skin.And all at once she stopped, and stopped me. Trembling lips, she looked up at me, in a crushed soul pose. Christina sobbed out that she had a confession to make and that she really liked me, but she had to tell me this first, before we went any further and that she shouldn't have let it go this far without telling me first.Christina guided my hand in hers up under her skirt, to her panties.And that is where she made me familiar, with her smaller, but just as hard, throbbing and needy cock.....She told me she was Trans, and we stood there for what seemed like an eternity, looking nervously into each other?s fearful eyes.....TO BE CONTINUED in PART 2