From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Out Of Gas (MF, oral, cons)
Date: 19 Jul 1996 16:22:09 GMT

			      Out Of Gas

	I'm driving down a not very busy highway in my cargo van. Up
ahead of me, I see a car pulled off on the shoulder of the road, hood
up, four-way lights flashing. There are no other cars around and I can
see that there is someone in the car. Being a concerned person, I pull
up behind this car to see if they need help. I approach the car from
the driver's side and walk up to the door. There's a beautiful lady
sitting inside, alone. She is wearing a blouse and a skirt, which is
hiked up halfway up her very lovely thighs. The top three buttons of
her blouse are unbuttoned and I can get a nice view of a lovely,
fairly large breast. I can't quite see the nipple, but almost.

	"Can I help you?" I ask.

	"We ran out of gas," she says, "and my husband thumbed a ride
to get some. He's only been gone for about two minutes, and it's sort
of cool in here. If your van's warm, can I sit with you and wait for
him to return?"

	Well, naturally, I let her in with me. A cargo van only has a
seat for the driver and one seat for a passenger, with open space
between the seats. Once we had both settled in and she was beginning
to get warm, she turned in the seat so that she was facing me. I
turned in my seat also so that our knees were almost, but not quite,
touching. We each smoked a cigarette and, whenever she turned to use
the ash tray in the door handle, her legs spread just enough that I
would catch a glimpse of her sexy black panties and her blouse would
open enough that I would see most of her lovely tit, including the
nipple.

	I'm beginning to get hard. She looks down and sees the bulge
in my trousers beginning to show and pretends not to notice, but every
so often, she looks again and again at my crotch.

	"I really appreciate your help," she says. "Can I pay you in
any way?" I tell her, "no, I'm glad I could be of help," thinking
that my enjoyment of the view is pay enough.

	"Well, I'm delaying you, and I'd really like to do something
for you. I don't have much money, but would you accept a few dollars
for your time?" she asks.

	I tell her it really isn't necessary. She says, "You're so
nice, I really want to do something for you." With that she unbuttons
the rest of her buttons on her blouse and exposes both her beautiful
breasts to me. "Would you like to suck on them?" she asks.

	I respond by lowering my head to her right breast and begin
sucking it and massaging the other with my left hand. She softly moans
and reaches her hand down to my bulge. Squeezing it, she uses her
other hand to push me back to a sitting position, then unzips my pants
and puts her hand inside, trying to get my hard dick out. I wear
jockey shorts, so she is having a hard time trying to get my hardness
into the opening so that she can pull it out, but her hand and fingers
are constantly brushing against it and rubbing it. I'm breathing in
gasps by the time she finally gets it out.

	She slowly moves her hand up and down my shaft, her eyes on it
all the time, and licking her luscious red lips. I lean back against
the door to enjoy her ministering hands. Then, she slowly lowers her
head and wraps those crimson lips around my hot, hard cock and begins
to move her head up and down the length of it while she constantly
massages the head with her tongue.

	After everything that's preceded this, it only takes me a
couple of minutes to shoot a hot wad of white cum into her mouth.
While I'm cumming, she stops sucking and just holds my hardness in her
mouth, swallowing every drop I give her. When I finally finish
shooting off, she uses her hand and gently milks the last remaining
drops into her mouth, swallowing every bit of it, moaning all the
while. Finally, there is no cum left.

	She sits up straight, still holding my now softening rod in
her soft hand. She begins to massage it, telling me she wants to get
me hard again so she can get some more cum. But, about that time, we
see what looks like a service truck approaching and beginning to slow
down. She quickly buttons her blouse and sits demurely in her seat
until the truck stops. The driver gets out with a can of gas in his
hand and her husband gets out the other side, walks over to the
passenger side of the van and opens the door to let her out. She tells
her husband that I was nice enough to let her sit in the warm van and
wait for his return. He thanks me.

	"No problem," I say as I begin to drive off, "I'm glad I was
able to help!"