Roadway Find, part 1 of ?? - MF, F - solo, oral


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I was driving back from dropping my kids off with their mom, a
typically boring trip, when I spotted a vehicle ahead of me on
the shoulder.  I was almost to the outskirts of a small town, so
I really didn't expect to see anyone with the vehicle, figuring
they probably walked the short distance to town.  I slowed down
anyway, and pulled in behind the vehicle when I saw a girl appear
beside it.  Her face changed from a look of dejection to one of
excited hope as I got out.  I could see that she had a flat tire.
 The girl introduced herself as Sherrie.  She was brunette, about
5'4", slender build, overall a pretty girl.  She had on a pair of
slacks and a tasteful pink blouse.  There was a sticker on the
back of Jeep for the small college in town.
I was just about to ask if she had a spare when another girl came
around the car; this one a blond, slightly shorter than Sherrie,
and a little bit stockier, wearing cotton shorts with the college
logo on them and a snug shirt.  She was not fat, by any means,
mind you.  I pegged her as an athlete, maybe a softball or
volleyball player.  She introduced herself as Kayla.  When I told
them I would change their tire, Kayla squealed and hugged me
tight, pressing her firm breasts against me.  I hugged her back,
lightly.  Fortunately for me, she let go of me and backed up
before my stirring cock stood straight up and poked her, which
would have embarrassed me.
As I set about changing their tire, I engaged them in
conversation.  The girls said they were students at the college,
and were returning from visiting family when they had a flat only
a mile or so from their apartment.  They had a spare, but didn't
know how to change it.  I discovered that Sherrie was 20, and
Kayla 19.  They were both going to college on volleyball
scholarships.  They lived in a small off campus apartment complex
on the edge of town, literally less than a mile from where we
were.  They had met when they got to the college (Sherrie was one
semester ahead of Kayla), and they had quickly become close
friends and roommates.  Their families were several hours away,
and liked the idea that the girls looked after each other.  They
seemed like fairly innocent college girls, probably like most
small-town students.  They spotted the stickers on my truck and
asked if I was a fireman.  When I told them I was, they expressed
admiration and asked lots of questions about the job.  I was
happy to oblige, as it gave me something to do while working on
the tire.
I finished up their tire and put the spare back on Sherrie's Jeep
Cherokee.  I then realized I didn't have anything to clean my
hands with, and they had gotten quite dirty dealing with the
tire.  The girls went to the Jeep, but the water bottles they had
gotten for the trip back were now empty.  I could here them
talking near the front doors.  "We COULD invite him to the
apartment to clean up," Kayla was saying.  "After all, we don't
have much money to pay him, and it seems like the least we can
do."  "I don't know," Sherrie replied.  "We don't know him.  But
he IS a fireman, and they're good guys, right?"  "Yeah, it's
should be fine," Kayla said, and started back to where I was. 
She hesitated when she got to me, and I could tell she was
nervous.  "Um, we just live up the road, and since you were so
nice, and, well, we can't pay you, we can at least let you come
wash up at our apartment, if you want?"   She phrased this last
as a question.  I almost declined, then she added "Please?".  How
could I resist that.  It was obvious she felt bad about not being
able to offer me anything for the tire.  "Well, OK, as long
you're sure I won't make you too uncomfortable" I replied.
I followed them up the road to their apartment complex.  As I
drove along behind them, I could see them talking in the Jeep. 
It seemed they were engrossed in a subject, going back and forth
about it, sometimes heatedly.  I wondered what was so important
at this juncture, and hoped I hadn't made them too uncomfortable
by accepting their invite.  After all, I could have went to a
convenience store or fast food place to wash my hands.  When we
pulled in and they got out of the Jeep, tho, they were all smiles
again, with no sign of the exchange.  "We're over here, in the
only one story building." Sherrie said.  "We don't have to hear
neighbors above or below us, which is a bonus!"  She led the way,
and Kayla walked behind me to the door, as if watching to see if
I were going to try something.  I simply waited while Sherrie
opened the door, then motioned me in.  "The restroom sink is
stopped up, so you'll have to wash up in the kitchen," Sherrie
said as she pointed me to the sink.
I went into the kitchen and began to wash my hands.  I could here
the girls talking over the running water, but not what they were
saying.  I picked up the towel and almost jumped as Sherrie
appeared in front of me, standing close.  "We feel bad that we
can't pay you for helping us," she said.  "However, we DO want to
offer something, but we have to ask, too."  She seemed sort of
unsure as she said this, as if thinking how to proceed.  I was
taking it all in when I felt Kayla step up behind me and put her
arms around me, hugging me gently.  "At least hear us out?" she
almost whispered from behind me, "And don't think badly of us"
she added quietly.
I was starting to get an idea what they were thinking, but was
still somewhat puzzled as to all the details.  I was liking the
feeling of Kayla being pressed against me, tho, and so I decided
to play along.  "I won't think badly of you," I began.  "Tell you
what; you tell me what it is you have in mind, and ask what you
need to.  If I decide to decline, or you do, then we'll just give
each other a goodbye hug and pretend it never came up.  Deal?"
Kayla stepped out from behind me and they looked at each other. 
"Deal" Sherrie said. "Let me get you a glass of tea, and we can
sit at the table."  I still didn't know exactly where this was
headed, but I was liking the direction.  I took a chair at their
small table.  Kayla pulled a chair close to me, and Sherrie took
a third, setting glasses of tea in front of us.  We sat in a sort
of awkward silence, until Kayla began, "We were talking on the
way here, and wanted to ask....." she paused here, then
continued, "Do you have an account on afterhours.com?"  I was
taken by surprise.  Afterhours.com was a discreet adult website
where I did, indeed, have an account, as my sex life with my wife
had gone cold.  I couldn't picture these two even knowing about
it, much less having seen my profile, since I lived over an hour
away from them.  "Actually, I do.  Why do you ask?"  I replied. 
Kayla almost squealed "I TOLD you it was him!" at Sherrie, who
just smiledand nodded.
It was Sherrie who continued, saying "We also have an account,
but we aren't searchable.  We are looking for something specific.
 You see, we were both sort of suffering in silence until Kayla
walked in on me one night when I was, uh, relieving some
tension."  She blushed at this, but I just nodded my
understanding.  She paused a few more seconds before continuing,
"What we discovered that night was that we were both experiencing
the same frustrations.  We were both looking for some occasional
relief, but didn't want the risk of picking up guys.  Don't get
me wrong, neither of us is gay, but we found that we could, uh,
help, each other and still be safe."  My mind drew an instant
picture of these two in bed, naked, in a 69, and my cock was
instantly rock hard.  I shifted a bit in my seat as I reached and
took the tea glass, hoping my predicament wasn't TOO obvious.
"Which leads us to now," Sherrie continued.  "We had actually
considered emailing you on afterhours, especially since your
profile indicates you've been looking for a while, and you don't
appear to be a bed-hopper."  "I'm definitely not that," I
replied.  "I posted on there looking for something steady.  A
friends-with-benefits situation, if you know what I mean."
"We do," Kayla said.  "We're looking for the same thing.  There
are plenty of guys here who would be more than happy to bed
either one of us, and just ecstatic to have us both, but while
we're not gay, we're not sluts either."  She put her head down
and I almost didn't hear what she said next; "Actually, I've only
been with one guy."  I could tell she was blushing, and Sherrie
added "My number is only two, but I'm pretty proud of that,
especially since one of them was a friend I'd known for years,
but we were only intimate one time, and the other I dated for
several years.  We were only intimate in the last few months,
tho, just before he went to Iraq."  Her eyes misted a little at
this, and I wondered what had happened.  She answered my question
without me asking, however.  "He came back and said he couldn't
have two wives, and he was married to the Corps, so I should find
someone else.  I was pretty reclusive for a while after that, but
a girl gets lonely, if you know what I mean.  I'm so happy I met
Kayla, but still there's only so much we can do for each other. 
We decided we didn't really want to use toys with each other,
so....."  She trailed off, but I nodded to indicate I knew what
she meant.
"All this leads to our main question," Kayla said.  Sherrie
continued, "We need to know if you are 'safe', you understand?".
I nodded, "I understand.  I'm not fixed, tho, but, if we decide
to go on, I can make sure you don't get pregnant." They both
giggled at this, and Sherrie spoke up again.  "Well, not
exactly," she said, "Neither of us like condoms, and in fact
won't use them, which is part of the reason we are so picky."  I
must have flinched a bit, but Kayla quickly interrupted, "We
can't get pregnant!  We aren't trying to trap anyone, and we also
don't believe in abortion!"  I must have looked stunned, because
she recovered somewhat and continued, "You see, the school has a
GREAT program to help combat teen and unwed pregnancy.  They gave
us IUD's for free.  But even still, an IUD can't stop everything,
just pregnancy, sooooo....." she trailed off, and I understood
what they were asking.
"I haven't been with anyone other than my wife in years," I said.
 "In fact, I have turned down several opportunities with women
who just wanted a once or twice romp.  I'll use condoms, but I
don't really like them, either.  I did have a couple of flings in
between my two marriages, but I have been tested and cleared for
years.  So yes, I can assure you both that I am 'Safe' for you,
if you want to pursue something.  And while I'm looking for
something long-term, and I think you are, as well, I must insist
that either of us, or I guess any of the three of us, can control
the pace and frequency at any time.  No pushiness allowed. 
Deal?"
"Deal," they said simultaneously.  "We have actually written down
what we want as rules," Sherrie said.  "Do you mind?"  I shook my
head, and she disappeared for a moment, only to return with a
sheet of paper, which she handed to me.  It wasn't very long, but
was interesting.  As I looked over it, I noted the highlights,
which started with the expected, 'No stalking, No blackmail',
etc, and continued to 'No other partners (except spouse) for the
duration of our relationship'.    It all looked good to me.
"What about the two of you?" I asked.  They looked puzzled, so I
continued, "Assuming we are in agreement about starting this
arrangement, you two can obviously still play with each other,
but what are the rules with me?  Do you both have to be there, or
what if one is or isn't interested at a particular time?  How
does that work?"
"We've talked about that, actually." Sherrie said.  "And we
agree, that as far as each other, we fall under the same rule as
your wife, so we can play with each other anytime.  As far as you
would be concerned, it could be both of us, or either one, as
long as the three of us were exclusive to each other.  Sometimes
one of us may not be interested, or may just want to watch, or
whatever.  If that's the case, you can ask, but you'd just have
to be happy with the one you had.  You can't hound the other or
be extra pushy."  At this she smiled.  "Besides, if we're both
present, I don't think it would be long until we were both
involved, unless you turn out to just be a lousy lay."  She kept
a straight face for a minute, then burst out laughing.    I
laughed with them for a while, as the tension was finally broken.
 "So, what do you think?" Sherrie asked finally, adding, "And
please, PLEASE, don't say yes just to bed us once or twice and
then quit returning our calls.  We have considered the
possibility of that happening, and it's probably our greatest
fear.  If that's what you're thinking, just be honest with us,
please.  We'll give you something memorable to leave with and
part as friends, just don't use us for a one night, or to fulfill
a fantasy."
"I think we finally found each other," I said.  "And don't worry,
I won't do that to you.  As I've said, I've been very picky, and
have turned down one night stands.  As far as the fantasy thing,
I spent several weekends with my first wife and her best friend,
so I already have the 'threesome' fantasy out of the way."  I
smiled at them as I told them this, and could see them visibly
relax once again.  "So where do we go from here?" I asked them. 
"I probably have another hour or so today before I have to go,
and what then?  I guess we need some way to keep in touch."
"We can come up with some reason to 'meet' legitimately," Kayla
said.  "For now I have a different idea."  With that she leaned
forward and kissed me gently.  At the same time I felt her hand
slide up my thigh and lightly caress my cock thru my jeans.  She
moved forward off of her chair, maintaining the kiss.  She was
standing now, but bent forward, her hands somewhat awkwardly
fumbling with the button on my jeans.  She got the button
quickly, and the zipper followed.  Soon I felt her small hands
directly on my cock as she reached inside the waistband of my
briefs.  I could tell she was still somewhat nervous, so I let
her lead.  She broke the kiss and leaned next to me, one hand
still caressing my cock, and I heard her whisper in my ear, "I
don't know if you heard earlier, but I've only been with one guy,
and I don't think I'm ready to just jump to that right away.  I
won't leave you hanging.  I just don't want full sex today.  Are
you ok with that?"  She backed up a bit and looked at me, waiting
for my reply.
"No pushiness," I told her.  "Whatever you want today is fine by
me."  By this time I was wondering where Sherrie was.  I spotted
her out of the corner of my eye, still sitting in her chair, but
watching Kayla and I intently.  Apparently she was content, for
now.   My attention quickly returned to Kayla as she began to
kiss the side of my neck.  "Thank you!" she whispered, and then
sank to her knees in front of me.  Feeling a slight tug, I raised
my bottom off the chair and felt her pull on my jeans, then push
them down around my ankles.  Almost immediately she leaned
forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth.  The warmth
and wetness of her soft mouth was exquisite, causing me to draw a
quick breath as she softly sucked on my cock, taking in the first
inch or so past the head, then backing up.   When I opened my
eyes, I found Sherrie staring at me.  "She isn't very
experienced, so be nice to her." Sherrie said.  I certainly
wasn't going to have any problems with that!  "And don't cum in
her mouth without telling her first, ok?  She's really going out
on a limb here, and I don't want her to have a bad experience."
"Sounds great to me," I moaned as Kayla continued slowly moving
her head up and down my cock, taking in a little more with each
down stroke.  I knew she had heard what was said, but she gave no
indication.   The excitement of this whole scenario was finally
catching up to me, and I got the sense this blowjob wasn't going
to last too long.  Kayla paused then, sliding her mouth off my
cock and looking up at me.  "I appreciate you understanding," she
said, "and Sherrie's right about me not being very experienced. 
It's ok if you want to tell me how, or give suggestions, or
whatever you like.  Just please don't force me."  She smiled
broadly before continuing, "I'm trying to take it all in, but I
have to go slow."  She blushed again at this.   "One last thing,"
she said as she continued to slowly stroke my cock, "Even tho I
don't have a lot of experience, I'm willing to experiment.  So
I'm willing to let you cum in my mouth, but like Sherrie said,
you gotta tell me first, ok?"
"Absolutely," I responded.  "I'll give you plenty of notice to
decide what you want to do, if you keep this up that long.  I
won't even mind if you decide to back up and finish with your
hand at that point.  I can always clean up with a towel.  I want
this experience to be everything you want it to be."
"Thank you," she said softly.  "Do you mind if I ask a dumb
question?".  "Not at all," I said, "Asking questions is the best
way to learn, and I promise never to make fun of anything you
ask."  Hearing this, Kayla went on, "How do I do it?  I mean, if
you cum in my mouth, what do I do?  I've seen a couple of videos,
but they didn't look very real.  The girls on there backed up and
opened wide, and let the guy shoot his stuff on their tongue."  I
was surprised at her candor.  Based on her experience, I  really
had expected her to be much more hesitant and less
straight-forward.  She was going on, "Should I do that, or just
keep sucking?  Sherrie told me once that when she did it for her
boyfriend she would stop and hold just the head in her mouth when
he was ready.  I just don't know what to expect, ya know?  I'm
kinda apprehensive here.  I don't know what it's going to taste
like, either, and I don't want you to be upset with me if I don't
like it, or make a funny face."
I could tell she was really worried about this, and I tried to
allay her fears as best I could.  I was acutely aware of Sherrie
watching and listening intently.  As I went on, part of me still
couldn't believe I was sitting here in this small kitchen, giving
a cute 19 year old instructions on how to let me cum in her
mouth, as she slowly stroked my cock, with her equally cute 20
year old friend and lover watching.  "Well," I began, "the video
thing is more entertainment than reality.  It goes to guys being
visual creatures.  We get turned on by what we see, and being
able to see our cum going into a woman's mouth is extremely
erotic.  On the other hand, the way Sherrie described is much
more common, in my experience.  Some women just keep going, but
again, not very many in my experience.  Really tho, the choice is
yours.  You should do whatever you are comfortable with.  As far
as taste goes, it just seems to be an individual preference. 
When it comes to snacks, do you prefer popcorn or ice cream?"
Kayla seemed puzzled by my question, but answered, "Popcorn!  Ice
cream is way too sweet.  What does that have to do with this,
anyway?"
"Taste," I told her.  Most women describe the taste as salty. 
You should be fine with it, but you'll just have to wait and find
out."  "Mmmmm, OK," she responded, and once again lowered her
head to my cock.
"Kayla," I said, "one more thing.   With the newness and
excitement of all this, I don't think it will be long before you
find out."   She hummed her acknowledgement, which sent shivers
down my spine.  I was trying to enjoy this experience as long as
I could, but it was a losing battle.  I heard a snap and looked
over to see Sherrie leaning back in her chair, her eyes closed
and one hand in the front of her open pants, steadily moving. 
She opened her eyes, and, seeing me, smiled.  The look of bliss
on her face was all I could take, as the last of my will power
slipped away.
I put one hand on Kayla's shoulder as she continued her gentle
sucking motion, and noticed that she had taken my cock completely
into her mouth, and seemed to be relishing her accomplishment. 
"Kayla.  Kayla!" She raised her eyes to mine, and I went on, "I'm
gonna cum, Baby!  I'm gonna cum now!"  Suddenly she backed up,
stopping with just the tip of my cock in her mouth.  Then she
opened wide as she tilted her head back and looked up at me, her
tongue stuck out with my cock head resting on it.  It occurred to
me that she was doing her best to turn me on, but she had already
accomplished that!  Her hand still stroked my cock as she looked
up at me.  The sight of her face was almost angelic as she waited
there to catch my cum.  "Oh Baby I'm cumming!" I almost shouted
as the first pulse of my cum shot out of my cock and coated her
tongue.  She continued to stroke my cock as I came, sending shot
after shot of my cum flowing onto Kayla's tongue and into her
mouth.  My body relaxed as the last of my cum drained onto
Kayla's tongue.  Sensing that I was done, she sat back and closed
her mouth, seeming for a moment to sample the taste of my cum in
her mouth, before swallowing it and then leaning forward to
gently lick my cock clean.  I couldn't recall when I had last had
such an exciting blowjob.
Suddenly, from across the table came a crescendo of moans, rising
in volume and tone.  Kayla and I each looked across the table at
Sherrie, watching her back arch in the chair and her legs clamp
closed on the hand in her pants as she came, oblivious to us. 
She continued to caress herself, whimpering as her orgasm began
to subside.  Finally coming back to her sensed, she smiled shyly
at Kayla and I.  "Guess I got carried away watching you two,"
Sherrie said as she withdrew her hand and buttoned her pants. 
Kayla stood and motioned to me.  As I stood, she bent and pulled
up my briefs and jeans, gently putting me back into them and
fastening the button.  She leaned forward and kissed me again. 
"Thank you again," She said, "for helping and teaching me.  And
by the way, I really liked the whole experience!"  She paused for
a moment before continuing, "Well, except for the part where
everybody got to cum except me!"  With this she feigned sticking
her bottom lip out in a pout....
"I think I can solve that," I said with a smile........