Part VIII
"My God!" he breathed, as he lowered his face to me.
His tongue traced gently around the edge of my garter, and then he slowly pressed his thumb to my pulsing femininity. I entwined my fingers in his hair, and he gently parted me with his tongue. I was trembling with passion as whimpers of pleasure escaped from my lips. His tongue traced the petals of my silky passage, and I felt the tip of it enter me. I pulled sharply on his hair, and he stood before me. His manliness throbbed, standing away from him like the fleshy branch of a masculine tree, and he stepped closer. I reached for him, and guided his hardness to the soft, wet opening between my thighs. I threw my head back as he plunged deeply into me, and waves of pleasure coursed through the both of us. Deeper and deeper he explored the depths of my womanhood, and each thrust drew me closer to the brink of climax. I could feel the hardness inside me, and as he drove into my depths, I wanted nothing more than his explosion inside me.
As if he sensed my desire, he slowed his movements, and began to caress the lobe of my ear with the tip of his tongue. I felt him stiffen, and as waves of pleasure began to radiate throughout me, I felt the warmth and wetness of his explosion deep inside of me. It felt as though he were filling me up with his desire, and I could feel the power of the pulses as they slammed against the inside of me.
We clung together for a moment, and I slowly straightened up. He stepped back, breathing heavily, and I again slid to my knees again before him. I took him gently into my mouth, and swirled my tongue over the length of his fading manliness. He cupped my face, with his hands and drew me up to him.
"This is unbelievable," he breathed.
"Yes," I replied. "And I hope that I've thanked you enough for helping me."
"More than I could have imagined." he said.
For a moment, we looked deeply into each other's eyes, and I gently drew his jeans up and fastened them, he asked if there was anything else I needed.
"I appreciate the offer, but I have to be getting home now." I said. I turned away abruptly, leaving him standing there. I looked back at him once more, and got into my car. He was standing there gazing at me, as if to say, "How can I find you again?" I started my car, trembling from the intensity of the passion we had shared, and drove away into the night leaving him standing there.
I've often thought of him since that night, and even though we never told each other anything about us, not even our names, I've always known that if I ever had car trouble again, he would be there to take care of it, and me. Love comes to us in strange ways, and when we least expect it.
The End
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