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By *e13guy OP Man
over a year ago

Lewisham

It’s been a good night out with friends and the superb food and probably a pint too many. I blame it on the stunning waitress who flirted but served us well getting us all to enjoy our evening. Having such a cheery time and not paying attention to the clock means it is night bus time instead of the train and a good twenty minute walk instead of a much quicker and easier train ride. I hear the automated voice announcing my stop coming up in a few minutes. The young woman up front is looking amazing in a black pencil dress hidden mostly beneath the large woolly coat that is still on. Hopefully she is getting off at my stop as I see the familiar kebab shop and start to rise from my seat. I walk past wishing her to start moving from her seat herself but all I get is a half glance and a look of vagueness like I were a nobody. Oh well, that is the big city for you as I resign myself to heading home without any fun for the night leaving the last opportunity behind as the doors to the night bus close.

So many people in this city yet they can be so closed unless you are lucky enough to know them. I start to think about making the booty call but it just seems too much as it starts to drizzle and the night turns to crap. “Fuck you! I can’t believe your lazy arse hasn’t got this sorted. It’s starting to piss down here and I’m stuck here because of you. Yes you worthless git” I hear as I start to cross the road approaching a 12 reg BMW with the slight appearance of broken suspension. The woman sounds a nightmare and I start to feel a little sorry for her other half as she continues to belittle him on the phone. I come around the back to notice the reason why the guy would put up with it. She is stunning and as she glances towards me I shift my gaze to the car hoping not to get caught drooling at what looks to be a very expensive and elegant dress in bright red hiding beneath a expensive coat. She isn’t the bottle blonde type and looks stunning with her natural long dark hair. Seeing how the raindrops have formed on her face she doesn’t need much in the way of makeup either. Her problem however is obvious now after seeing past her confident and professional form to notice the tyre on her car is flat. She shouts “Fuck you” and looks towards me and pulls her phone away from her face. Although fairly obvious it wasn’t intended for me I’m a guy of few lines so I react with a simple “Sorry, I was only trying to have a nice night out”. Her expression changes and a half smile starts to show through what started out to be a tough boardroom poker face.

“I’m so sorry” she says, ”I didn’t mean you” as she start to fully smile. This woman is amazing and looks to me that she could and would do anything she pleases. After seeing her smile in this dress there wouldn’t be many guys who could stop her getting her way either. “I’m guessing your hubby didn’t renew your AA membership” as I look back to the tyre. “He is trying to sort something now as I am not paying for this on my card. He is trying to get someone to come out now because I told him if he left it to me I would be paying the recovery guy in our marital currency”. My heart instantly races and I struggle for a response. I chicken out not letting my heart follow the ninety percent surety she is flirting versus the ten percent in my head that says she is out of your league and you are hearing but not listening. “Would you like me to change your tyre?” I ask. She seems very happy to hear and responds “Would you really do that for me? Oh how would I reward you.” with a smile at the end is reinforced by her eyes fleetingly looking to my lips and momentarily back to my gaze before breaking off to pop the boot.

I’ve not changed a tyre in years but the quick tug of the tight and never opened compartment reveals the tools to everything I need to make this night a fun one. That is of course what I am dreaming as I start to imagine the woman thanking me by giving me a good night blow job as I pull the spare out after rearranging what seems to be a wardrobe in the boot. I try not to look too much but some of the items do seem out of place in the boot as I lift the shelf to get to the spare tyre. I’ve got it all out by the car as I start to crack the nuts and think again to myself how would I get her to crack mine. From down here looking up she looks even better. She must be 5’10 at least but I would be scared to buy her something in size 8 in case she could even be a 6 and crash and burn in the process. She looks like she was out for a date but with hubby at home it all seems more puzzling. I’m thinking of what I can say here but she seems comfortable leading the conversation so I get on with changing the tyre which is done in no time. I begin to pack away the flat tyre and the tools and just as I get to the end I struggle to close the compartment. I give it a good bang with my fist to knock it home and from up the parcel shelf falls a plastic shopping bag spilling a phone, tube of KY, lingerie and what looks like could be a strap on or vibe although this is further in the bag and not for certain. I’m sure she notices that I’ve seen the bag but just like earlier I don’t come out with something cheesy and by the time I’ve pushed it all back with the other items in the boot it’s too late to say what is going through my head. This woman seems too sharp to come out with any of the few lines I know. What is with the dress? The smile she gave me earlier just after my offer to change the tyre. The suggestions and her being pissed off with who I can assume is her other half. What about the bag in the boot. It’s her car judging by the way it is kept so she must be having an affair? Maybe a woman because there were no condoms and a strap on? Maybe there was in the bag and I didn’t see. So many questions to answer and so little time to think of a question to get that blow job I was dreaming of. Unfortunately she has already started to thank me and says the least she can offer is a lift home. Being as direct as she is it has saved me jumping off the cliff asking anything else so I gladly accept the lift to keep my chances alive.

She drives very assertively down the road. I get the feeling she knows how to drive the BMW hard and she starts to show off a little but just like her dress she keeps a poise about herself that emits composure of her being a real contender in a way a young male could never keep his passenger at ease doing the same thing. It is that scares me even more about making the first move. Is it the first move? I don’t know but she is in complete control of what is happening and I am starting to like it. The conversation is much about flat tyres and how her hubby would be as lost as her with a flat tyre and how nice it was to find a real man to help a lady like what you would expect to see on TV or the movies. Again signals but just not strong enough or do I let my brain work like a computer and try and calculate the sum of suggestions and their weighting versus the algorithm and oh I give up. She is far too complicated to be able to rationalise looking down at her changing gear to a backdrop of what could be a model’s legs you could never categorise her. Just like putting the tyre in the boot my house is approaching and time is running out. I point out where to stop and start to resolve myself that at least I can go to bed knowing I’ve helped and met a stunning woman even if I don’t know how to lead her to rewarding me with a blow job like I’d imagined back where I initially met her. I should have taken the lead then too as it was much darker and secluded and now we are parking up under a streetlight in terraced housing. Thankfully there is a park for her to stop instead of double parking so who knows is there a chance?

I unclip my seatbelt and thank her for the lift home. I hold my hands up covered in her tyre grease and tell her I can’t touch her to wish her goodnight dressed so amazingly. I’m suggestively in the pose where all she needs to do is reach over and undo my fly but it is obviously a feeble attempt as she remains unmoved. She does however smile and say it was a pleasure to meet me and give me a lift home. Her smile then changed similar to when I briefly saw her initially when I offered to change that tyre and she then said “I’ve got you home but how am I going to reward you?” My inaction has been a positive as just like every other minute of our encounter so far she remains in control and she looks like my blow job is a possibility. I forget about the street lights and start to move my hands up momentarily after she reaches towards the centre console. In my mind my blow job is looking like a reality until realise just in time before I raise my hands higher she has reached into the console to get her phone. “I better text hubby to let him know I am underway”. My heart sinks as I think of the self imposed time limit she has just given herself by saying she was telling him it’s all done. What is this woman doing. She isn’t crazy. It is quite the contrary and she is playing to a script the whole time that I’ve never been able to read as her acting partner and stumbling over my lines after her confident delivery at every act. She gives me a moment to say something as she finishes her text by looking over with a smile but there is no use. I’ve got no idea what to do now. She puts the phone down in the console and looks to me with that smile again and asks me if I saw what was in the bag in the boot. I answer I saw a phone but I didn’t want to be asking any questions why it was hidden in the car. Should I lead in now? I’m still unsure as she still seems to be leading where things are going as she asks “Do you want to wash those hands in your house alone or back at mine with me?” I summon up the courage this time and suggest to her they might be all over her once they are clean. “But what about letting hubby know where you are. You can’t have much time” She smiles again and leans over like she is about to kiss me. I’m thinking this is it as changes tack and she softly says before she gets too close “Put your seatbelt back on, I don’t need you for long”.

We pull up outside her house and she slowly turns off then engine. I unclip my seatbelt about the same time as her. Straight away she grabs my wrists and pulls them to each side to make way for a kiss. “I want you inside now”. This time I’m not reading into the message. Either way with it being the house or her I am onto a winner. We make our way inside and by now her coat has come off to reveal a perfect body beneath that stunning dress which I can now fully see. She is definitely someone who could be a model but she has an aura of control to her too much to have been using her body to get her places as she seems way smarter than her knockout looks. She asks if I like her dress. She is tall and elegantly busty beneath perfect curves in a dress hat screams look at me. The best part is she looks exactly like the designer expected someone to look in it. I can’t do much but say she looks stunning. She then orders me into the kitchen to wash my hands before telling me they need to be clean to help her take it off. I come back into the room and she walks up to me and gives me a long passionate kiss. I struggle to know what to do with my hands. I tell myself to shut up thinking as she seems to know what she wants. The kisses continue until a hand has moved to my beltline. She traces a finger around the top of my trousers and then turns and leans back into my embrace. “Unzip my dress” she whispers as she starts to kiss me again with her head tilted seductively. We hold position as I reach with one hand and unzip the dress. In complete control and like she had practiced before she moves her shoulders to shrug her dress to fall to the floor revealing what could be her career. Well, she may or may not be one but I’ve never seen a model for Victoria Secrets look any better.

She grabs my hands and move one to her breast while guiding the other one inside her panties. She starts to touch herself using my fingers giving me an idea of the areas and pressure she wants me to touch. She then leans back into the kiss and we continue for what seems an eternity. I’ve never run my hands over a body as amazing while being kissed by someone so beautiful. By now there is no mistake and she breaks from the embrace and starts to undo my trousers. Embarrassingly as she pulls my boxers down a large trail of pre-cum trails between them and my now raging cock. She grins and goes down on me for what seemed ages. I had to start to pull away after a while as her technique was amazing and I sensed there was a whole lot more going on inside her head that she wanted my orgasm for. She moved me to the couch and lay back removing her lingerie and sitting down in one motion. She beckoned me forward before grabbing my head and pushing me down to what was a very wet pussy. Only when I seemed to have replicated what she showed with my hands earlier with my tongue did she relax her grip on my head.

I could sense this was working as she started to moan in appreciation. Just as I am thinking I have her cumming she pushes me back all the way onto the floor and straddles me. By now she can’t hold back and she is controlling ever place and movement of my tongue for her pleasure. I can feel her thighs trembling and getting the feeling she is so very close. She is shaking now so much my ears I can hear my ears start to rattle. No, that isn’t my ears rattling it is the door and the key turning it in the lock. Holy fuck I am screwed but she doesn’t get up. I’m pinned to the floor and her husband walks in to see us in full view on the floor. This woman is still however in complete control and starts swearing at him it is about time and orders him out to the car to get his bag. What the fuck! His bag? I can’t do anything at this stage but continue to be grinded on. Hubby must have sprinted as he caught her just in time coming back in the door lifting off my face and moving down to start to ride my cock. My mind flashed to the bag and how in control she has been that I can’t be the first guy here to do this. I grabbed her just in time before she took me inside her and pulled her back onto my face where she took offence. “I wanted him to see me riding your cock when he walked in” she said. She then started on her hubby and ordered him over next to us. I could see this was something they enjoy as his four inches was fully hard as he undressed. She asked for the bag and pulled out what I originally thought was the strap on. I’m starting to panic by this stage thinking what the hell is she going to do next. She seems to have been in control all night but now she has reached her state of excitement she could do anything. She orders hubby into the lingerie from the bag and puts on the strap on herself. I’m still hard and not far from exploding myself. The main reason I had to stop her from riding me as I would have spunked deep inside her within he minute if she did. Her hand starts to wank me as I again get to maximum hardness almost right away the moment I feel her touch. She continues for a short time before looking over at hubby and starts to chastise him on her night and being a useless small dick sissy. She starts to describe my cock and how much of a real mans cock it is before reaching out with her other hand and pulling him over by the panties he is now wearing. She pulls them to one side and motions my cock over to him.

I now start to freak out and ask what it is she is wanting to do. She responds that he loves to be fucked by her with the strap on while full of cum. I’m massively turned on by the idea but there is no way I’m doing this so I tell them they are out of my league without condoms. She then says don’t panic, go into the kitchen where you washed your hands. When I get there she says open the cupboard above. I start looking for condoms and can’t find them anywhere. She then tells me to get the funnel that is there. Holy shit I’m thinking. This is getting pretty weird I think as I go back into the room. She tells her hubby to arrange himself on the couch so he can take the funnel and she puts it inside him with little care watching him wince. “You can still cum inside him now but you are going to have to leave right away so I can have him all to myself”. She reaches over and starts to give me a blow job while wanking me and caressing my balls at the same time. I’m pretty aroused by now with everything and start to get the feeling I am close. I move my hands to hers and while still helping her wank me I move my cock to the funnel. I’m so turned on nearly miss and start to shoot a massive load that straight away runs down inside him. They are both going off and I’m thinking this isn’t the last surprise to be seen in this house tonight if I stick around so I follow orders and start to get dressed. She asks for my number, smiles and asks if I want to play in one of their fantasies again. “Again I ask?” She walks over in her beautiful naked form with a strap on attached and opens the cupboard door under the stairs and asks me over to have a look. As I look under she grabs my hips and pushes the strap on against me as I see another spare tyre fully pumped up. “We never really had a flat tyre tonight”. She puts on a gown from behind the door and walks me to the front door where she gives me a long kiss and tells me to expect a call and to have condoms ready next time. I walk out the door and I think of my lotto ticket I bought earlier and the whole situation being unreal and hoping my luck works tonight with the ticket as well.