Tuesday Breakdown

Tuesday Breakdown

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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A very beautiful romance involving a broken down car and a stranger's wellies. (Gum boots)

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A very beautiful romance involving a broken down car and a stranger's wellies. (Gum boots)

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Submitted: June 01, 2016

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Submitted: June 01, 2016

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Tuesday Breakdown or... How I Met Your Father.

Tuesday was Burlesque night.  We glistened as we left the studio. Heels clicked down the staircase. Feathers ruffled as the automatic doors slid open.

“Ohh fuck. Nancy’s in hospital. You OK to make your own way home?” Pam asked as she checked her phone.

“Of course – I’ll get a taxi in town.”  We simultaneously glanced at my stockings, basque & heels. “I’ll phone for a taxi here. GO!”

The receptionist whose eyes were out on stalks every Tuesday grinned at me and held out a phone. "I’m knocking off in a bit if you want a lift?“

We’d chatted before so I didn’t feel like I was accepting a lift from a total stranger. After reading his name badge I knew his name was Chris.

“Ok thanks”

I wandered to the bar, ignoring the looks – I’d got used to them over the weeks. Quite liked them if I was honest. I’d never been a body flaunter but dressing up for burlesque classes has opened up a wealth of skimpy & showy wardrobe opportunities. It suited my body & the comments and stares were a real confidence boost.

I hadn’t eaten so ordered a pint and a couple of bags of crisps. Sat at the bar making up lives for all everyone in the bar. He wandered over after a while and I offered to buy him a drink but he declined. I slurped the dregs of mine and gathered my things and followed him out.

“Where we heading for?“ He asked.

“Eastleigh. That OK?”

“On my wayish.” he grinned and opened the door for me.

“What a gent” I laughed unsuccessfully trying not to give him an eyeful of boob as I bent down to get in the seat.

We set off. Left town and headed down the dark country lanes near to home.  And then the car stopped. My heart instantly sank. I glanced across to the driver’s side. His face showed it wasn’t a trick. The car had died.

“If I push can you steer? There's a layby ahead.“ He got out the car & I hotched across, resisted the urge to try the ignition just in case it was all a massive bluff. We got to the layby. Luckily it was still quite light and not too cool. I rested against the warm bonnet while he tried various numbers.

“I am SO very sorry. Do you think you could walk?” We both stared at my feet. His eyes travelled up my stockinged legs. “Silly question huh?” he licked his lips, looked uncomfortable and thoughtful. “I’ve got some wellies you can borrow?”

I slipped my teetery heels off and slid my feet into a pair of mud splattered oversized wellies. I tried walking.

“They’re too big, I won’t be able to walk far in these- it’ll be dark before we get anywhere.”

“Christ you even pull them off.” He laughed as he turned round. “Still would”

"I think you might have just said that out loud.”

We grinned.  I had wondered if he fancied me.

“So, you would, would you. You like a girl in muddy wellies?” They were a struggle to keep on so I had to almost wade over to where he stood.

“I think we’re stuck here for a bit chick.”

“oh dear! Can you think of anything we could do to pass some time?”

He looked straight at me. Checking that he was hearing the right message.

No one was going to drive past. Chances were if they did they wouldn’t stop. Tiny net tutu, wellies and stockings. They’d assume the rest of the circus troupe would be along to rescue me later.

He moved towards me.

“I can think of a couple of things.”

“I wonder if I’m thinking of the same things”

I moved towards him and our lips met. Brushed. Not kissing but just touching. Sharing the same air. Neither making the first move.

At exactly the same time we moved together to kiss. Lips met. Opened. Tongues entwined and explored. I moaned as his hands travelled the length of my body. Massaging as they explored. His knee moved my legs apart and his excitement pressed against me. 

“Out here?” I asked as he slid my knickers down.

We surveyed the choices and both headed for the field behind the hedge. I still had his wellies on with each step they made a sort of follomping sound. So you get the picture? I’m on the edge of a field as dark falls in the middle of nowhere wearing a stranger’s wellies and a net tutu. How’s your life going?

He was a few steps behind me so I started undoing the fastener on my basque. It was adjuted for easy removal in the burlesque routine – there’s tease and there’s taking JUST too long. I released the last clasp as I turned to face him.

“Ta daaa!” And fell backwards in the field. Wellies flying off as I did. My fall was cushioned slightly by whatever it was that was growing. Apologies to the farmer if you’re reading I am truly sorry.

“Oh no! The wellies were doing it for me. Put them back on.”

He laughed as he dropped to his knees and hovered over me.

“Your tits are amazing.” He leaned in and closed a mouth over my nipple. Sucked and flicked with his tongue then took the other breast in his hand whilst fondling he lowered his trousers, trying to get them off without getting up. It didn’t work because NOT A MOVIE and he jumped up, tugged them off then returned between my legs, kissed me long and deep.

“Come here often?” We giggled as we kissed. His cock pressed insistently on my thigh. I pressed myself against him. Rubbed him. Letting him know I knew he was ready and that I was too. He raised himself up off me with his arms, eyes asking ‘you sure’ as he poised just outside my cunt. He moved forward slightly and my juices smeared over his head. I pushed down as he pushed inside and we grunted as we connected.

Meeting each thrust we fucked. The kissing stopped. He pushed my body down as he forced hard into me. Angry. Noisy fucking.  I dug my nails into his cheeks as he shagged me. He popped my suspenders with his force. And then I felt it, sweet honey feeling dripping around the walls of my cunt. My orgasm. He leaned forward, pressing in deep as he came too, tensing over me.  Vociferous in his release as I stifled my noise with his shoulder. Whether the stars came out as I came or whether I just noticed them then but that’s when I knew I‘d met the man I’d been looking for.

 


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