The rain caused a fog to develop from the rapidly melting snow. Driving had been difficult in the thick mist, hampered even further by the light but constant drizzle. In the distance, the lights of the car refract off the precipitation, doing little to pierce the night as it rounds one bend after another. A welcome sight indeed, and cause for me to stop laboring over the tire of my car. The tire which had, just a half-hour before, inexplicably flattened. It had been a good night out. I was dressed in a new and rather expensive cream colored blouse and made quite an impression at dinner. My friends and I go out every so often, and we try to look good you never know who you might meet. To that end, I was wearing sexy undergarments, and the shortest of my skirts. It seemed like a great outfit for dinner, if a bit risque and anticipatory, but it certainly wasn't suited to standing in the rain to change a tire...or more accurately, try to change one. I had just become frustrated, stooped by the tire and cursing the rain which drenched me, when I saw the car.

I stand up, aware that my thin blouse is sticking to my back in the process.

As soon as the headlights illuminate my reflectors, the car slows and stops alongside, still in the travel lane of the deserted road. The window cracks open a few inches and the man inside asks if I need help. In the dark, it's hard to tell, but he seems to be about 35, with brown hair and beard. A little heavy, but handsome. "Flat tire, " I yell through the window.

With just a short pause, he says "Get in, It's pouring out there. I have a cell phone we'll get you some help." I must admit I am a little hesitant.

After all, I'm in the middle of nowhere, and this is the first car that has come this way since the flat. But I am also beginning to shiver and not in a position to question the motives of a good samaritan. Plus, the sight of a wedding ring on his finger as he unlocks the door comforts me. Family man he's probably a good guy. I get in the car, sliding across the leather seat with a subtle squeak. My blouse pulls taught against my chest when the seat back grabs hold of the clingy wet shirt. I look over to the driver as I pull the door closed, and quickly blush as I catch him staring at my breasts through the now nearly transparent blouse and bra. Glancing down myself, I see that the pink coloration of my erect nipples is perfectly visible under the wet lace and silk.

My motion triggers him to adjust his gaze and he awkwardly suggests that he'll call a tow truck to soft placeist me. He clears his throat and turns up the heat in the car. He makes a quick call to the local garage dispatch to find that it will be about an hour before a truck can respond. Quite a few accidents tonight because of the weather. "I don't have to be anywhere right away, if you want me to wait with you, " he says. "Unless you just want to wait in your car?" "No, I feel better with you here" I admit. "I'm warming the car a bit you must be very cold, with the snow and rain. You're drenched! I have a coat back here if you want it." He leans toward me to reach into the back seat, bringing forward a large leather jacket. "Thanks, that would probably help." I say.

I take the jacket but realize that with my wet things, I'll still be shivering. The short pause while I hold the jacket obviously registers with him, and he motions up and down my body nonchalantly. "Did you want to get out of the wet things first, because I can..." He points to his door, indicating he can provide me some privacy. I'm not sure how serious he is with this offer, but I also don't want to appear to be a prude, considering how nice he's being to me.

After all, he's old enough to be my father...almost. Probably has girls of his own. He's seen it before and my bra covers more than my bikini anyway. It occurs to me that this rationalization is crazy, given the circumstance. I don't know him at all.

But something inside me is turned on by the way he gazed at my chest, and by the comforting father figure role he's playing now. Latent exhibitionist tendancies emerge, tendancies I didn't know I had. "No, that's okay. You can stay inside where it's dry. I'm not modest." As if to underscore this point, I begin unbuttoning my blouse, slowly revealing the lace bra that covers my large firm breasts. They are crammed into a D cup, though they probably could be more comfortable in a bit larger size, but this one accentuates my cleavage. He appreciates it, I can tell. He watches me perform this plutonic striptease, interpreting my permission to stay as implicit permission to watch and enjoy.

Having the audience turns me on, and I take the shirt off a bit more slowly than I might have otherwise.

I tug it out of my skirt and thrust my chest out to slip the blouse down my back. I put the leather coat on, pulling it closed over me but leaving it unzipped.

I reach down and wriggle out of my skirt, letting it drop to the floor of the car around my feet. I see him strain just a bit to get a view of my panties, and smile a little when I "accidentally" give him a peek.

It's a bit of a game now.

"Thank you.

That feels a lot better, " I say.

"Much warmer.

" "I wish I had a towel for you...

for your hair, " he says. He reaches over to grab the teasing ends of my shoulder length blond hair, drawing his fingers to the end until a drop falls from his fingers. "It's pretty wet." The drip trickles down my shoulder and runs into my cleavage, and both of our eyes follow the trail until it disappears between my breasts. "I'm sorry, " he says and wipes the trail of rainwater as if drying a tear, starting at the nape of my neck and moving slowly to the junction of my breasts. He watches me as he does, ready to stop at the first sign of resistance, but I offer none. I tilt my head back a bit as his finger traces the line and close my eyes for a moment when he reaches the lace of the cup. I toy my lip just briefly, a move that he correctly interprets as both arousal and permission. His finger slips just under the bra carressing lower on my breast, back and forth until he's just at the edge of the large pink nipples. I let arms fall to my side, exposing the bra from under the coat, and move my hand to his crotch to find him solidly erect. His finger translates into a full hand cupping my breast and extracting it over the top of the bra. He leans over when the hard nipple comes into view and encircles it with his mouth, lightly suckling at the moist trembling flesh. I feel his free hand reach up under the coat and deftly release the bra in a single swift move. Surprisingly adept at this, and I'm turned on further by his intensity as the free garmet makes both breasts more fully available to him.

I clench my hand around his throbbing shaft, moving slightly to urge him on.

I'm so wet and hot, and my squirming doesn't go unnoticed because without moving from his nursing position at my chest, his hand drops to my thighs. The moment I feel his hand, I obediently spread my legs open, just a bit too eager I think, but who are we fooling. We both want him to go there. He obliges, sliding his hand up to meet the soaked underwear, feeling the well-defined labia of my shaved pubes. He looks down briefly to approve while tracing the obvious folds, lingering every now and then on the personal place, sending shock waves through me. His lips return to my breasts and gently clench the tight hard nipples in his teeth. Back and forth his fingers trace the slit of my love, back and forth. I begin trembling and he releases my breasts to come up to my face for a kiss. "Please...

, " I whisper, "I want you inside me." I squeeze his member hard. He stops rubbing briefly to undo the buckle and zipper of his pants.

"You can have it inside." he says matter-of-factly. I reach over to extract him from within, and watch the huge erection emerge. I forget about my own needs for an instant, instead lunging for it, and enveloping it with my mouth. He lets out an appreciative moan, and I lay down on the seat to get comfortable with my new treat. He reaches around between my legs and traces down my backside, over my warmth and inserts his fingers into my softness. He slides in smooth and it's my turn to moan as he fingers me in rhythm to my felacio. He strips off the leather coat from my now perspiring body to get a better look at me lying naked in his lap. His free hand holds me to him, gently forcing him deeper into me and slowing me to keep him from climaxing. It's difficult since he maintains the rhythm in me with what must be three fingers now. Every once in a while, the hand releases so he can unbutton his shirt and he slowly strips to match my level of exposure. We move together, naked in the steamed up car. Faster and faster we undulate until I am nearing climax. "Let me have you." I manage to say between thrusts.

"You want me inside you, are you sure?" he says.

"Yes! Now." I get up and kneel on my seat, ready to straddle him. "No, I have a better idea.

" he says, and opens his door. Within moments, I'm left alone in the car, confused and still breathing heavy as he steps out.

He reappears at the door behind me and opens it. The cold night air hits me immediately as he lifts me from the car and into the downpour, still facing away from him. The goosebumps triggered by the rain on my naked body complete my arousal. He leads me to the hood of the car where the headlights diffuse through raindrops and illuminate my undressed form. "Hands on the hood." he says and I quickly comply, silently enjoying my new submissive role.

The rain pelts at my back and runs around my body, running in rivlets off my dangling breasts and down the crevace of my buttocks. The cool water runs over my personal place and I'm excited at being outside, at being cold, at being illuminated. I tremble not from the cold but from the excitement of the experience and the knowledge I'm about to be taken by this man.

I feel him approach behind me and run his hands over my back, parting the streams of water and spreading it in even sheets over me. He brings his hands to my hips and suddenly I feel him insert into me, just the tip. It's an interesting sensation as the cool wet tip inserts into me through the streaming river of rain, carrying the cold water inside. Slowly he retracts and pushes more water inside with an even deeper thrust. My arms buckle a bit and I lean closer to the hood as he pushes himself in until I feel his body pressed against mine. The tip of his erection presses hard against me inside and then the pressure releases as he retracts, only to return again a moment later. He continues the slow movement in and out of me, smooth from nature's gracious lubrication. He brings his hands around to cup my breasts and the warmth of his touch adds to my excitement as he covers my freezing hard nipples. In and out he moves and I'm sure I've never been so excited, so needing of release. I manage to moan in the pauses between equally spaced insertions. He gently presses between my shoulder blades, changing my angle and hits my G-spot straight on. I feel waves of warmth and trembling move through me as I approach climax. He holds himself there for just a moment, pulls out and then reinserts, this time mixing the cool rainwater with warm semen as he fills me with convulsions. I cum immediately at the knowledge of his orgasm and at the feeling of the warm ejaculate wash down my leg. He continues a slow rhythmic lovemaking that lengthens my climax and collapses me onto the warm hood of the car. "Oh my God!" I exclaim. I'm amazed at how much better this feels than when I'm with boys my age.

This man knows how to please and must have massive pent up desire to make love to me this way. I lie breathless on the steaming hood, enjoying the warmth on my naked chest. He pulls out and turns me over, stradling me to give a full kiss. I enjoy being sandwiched between the heat of his body and the car as he passionately probes my mouth with his tounge. He lifts his head and whispers "Thank you...

That was amazing. You have a wonderful body." It's then I notice the rain is stopping, has stopped in fact. We stand in front of the car embracing, nude and entwined. The drips from the branches of trees nearby offer the only sound as we kiss again. "The tow truck should be here any minute, and I'm going to need to get home soon.

" he says.

We walk back to the car and he helps me dress, taking his time to enjoy every second of it as if outfitting a mannaquin. It isn't more than two minutes later that the headlights of the service truck come into view. "Nice timing." he says with a chuckle. "You're pretty late, " I remark, "What are you going to tell your wife?" "The truth." he says with a straight face...

"that I serviced a girl with a flat tire."