Chance encounter over the trash can (for katydarling)

[free_and_easy]

David stumbled out onto the street feeling a little worse for wear. The squash game had been good exercise, but he was little bit tired of the lengths to which Jed, his buddy and long-term playing partner would go to to win. After all, wasn't it just a game?

Slightly frustrated, he kicked aimlessly at a discarded paper cup, thought about picking it up (being the good citizen he is) but then thought better of it and continued on his way. His eye was caught by a car across the street: an old MG roadster. You don't see many of those around nowadays. Pretty smart too, bright red with chrome bumpers.

As he watched, the MG lurched backwards. 'Rather ungainly ' he thought. A poor attempt at parallel parking? .He stopped to watch and and saw the car lurch forwards before crashing backwards again, into some trash cans.

One of the cans rolled around, spilling trash onto the road. Feeling kind spirited, David walked over and righted the can before looking around to see what had been spilled.Seeing a magazine on the floor, he bent over to pick it up, hearing the car door opening behind him.

''Phew!', he exclaimed, when he saw that the magazine was pornographic and that it had flopped open at a centerfold. He couldn't but help his eyes being drawn to the long-limbed beauty and, more specifically, at the neat triangle where her legs met but then became acutely aware of a presence behind him.

Turning, he saw a young woman half out of the car, clearly about to talk to him but her eyes had seen what he was looking at. When she looked at him she seemed lost for words and there was a flush of red on her cheeks.

He had no need to but for some reason started to explain, and then just stammered 'I, I err...', Their eyes met and he took a step forward, but she started to get back into the car.. her long legs folding into the footwell and, as she did so, her short skirt rode up and he caught a flash of her panties. That wasn't all that hit him...' those legs.. those eyes.. hold on.. he glanced back at the centrefold.. could it be?'

[katydarling]

Katy knew she shouldn't have agreed to drive her bosses car back from the airport, but it was the perfect chancefor her to get a few points. She hadn't realized it was a stick, and she hadn't realized how narrow the doors were. She knew he had seen her little pink thong when she got in and out, and she knew he had liked it from the bulge in his pants the whole drive out. Fortunately, he had a place to catch, and he hadn't had time to do more than flirt casually. She didn't want people to think she succeeded because she was easy.

When she got to his street, she realized she had to prark the damn thing. It was good it was so small, because the only space on the whole block was a tight squeeze. As it was, she backed up and knocked over a trashcan. She sighed. She couldn't exactly leave it there, or she'd hear about it. There was a guy standing there looking at her already, and he probably knew her boss.

She wqas surprised when she saw him starting to pick up the can. She shut the car ff and got out to thank him, blushing as she saw his eyes look up just as her legs swung out. She shook her head, wishing she had the sense to wear jeans today. Then she saw what he had picked up. He was looking at a centerfold of a girl spread out naked with her legs wide and her hands lifting up her breasts like she was selling them.

She blushed even redder when she realized how much the girl looked like her, from the thick red lips to the long auburn curls, to the full round d cup breasts. She stared at him a moment as he stared at her and stammered, and then she realized. She blushed a deep red and felt her nipples stiffening with the embarassment under the tight silk tank she wore. It was like her body betrayed her whenever she was embarassed this way.

"I should really learn to drive a stick," she said, knowing how lame it sounded even as she said it.

[free_and_easy]

Before he could stop himself, he blurted it out 'I'm sure know how to drive a stick'. There you go, his British humour letting him down again her in the US.

'I err..' he started. 'I'm sorry, that must have sounded awful' he continued, trying to cover up. He couldn't help but be drawn to her marvellous body as she sat half-in, half-out of the car. Suddenly aware of the magazine he still held in his hand, he tried to disguise it, rolling it in his hand, but then it flipped open. A shot of the same woman, on her knees this time, with a guy kneeling behind her, his penis stiffly erect.

'Oh Jeez, I'm sorry, this must look awful', he continued. He turned to the trash can, but noticed that she didn't look away, she looked at the magazine, although her cheeks flushed red, complementing her bright red lips ('and her nipples?' he wondered, but then dashed that thought as crude, although he's seen them perky through her silk top).

'Look, I used to drive one of these, can I help? Perhaps park it neatly for you?'. She nodded, and he stood to one side to let her out. She lifted her legs to step out and he caught a stabbing flash of bright pink from the tiniest pair of panties. Immediately he started to stiffen, but was also vaguely guilty. He was meant to be a knight in shining armour..

As she drifted by he caught a delicious female scent. French perfume. Rive Gauche perhaps?

He stepped into the car, the familiarity of the MG flooding back to him from his teenage years. As he went to start it, he noticed her purse hooked over the manual choke and he smiled.. 'no wonder it was driving so badly..'. He looked up at her. 'Perhaps you can hold your purse while I do this?'

She smiled back at him and reached across to take it...her scented breasts pushed against him, and he was hard in an instant. Her elbow brushed his straining cock and he was embarrassed, but then she didn't withdraw. Instead. she turned her face to his.

'Are you ok?', she said.

[katydarling]

It all seemed to happen as if in a dream. She kept looking back at the magazine and he kept playing it off, and she grew more and more embarrassed and unsure what to do. The trouble was that they both were in awkward situations, and he was being nice - as nice as he could be, considering. So when he gently pulled her aside and got into her bosses car, she didn't say anything. She knew she shouldn't let him, but he was decisive and she needed that.

And then when he called her over and told her to look, she leaned down and saw her purse strap hooked around something. And she saw his eyes looking at her breasts swaying freely under her silky top, and she realized how she must look in her miniskirt, bending over to look into an antique car. He must think I'm a ....

But he didn't. He just wanted her to get her purse loose, and as she did, she realized, he could just drive off. When her arm brushed against his cock, she heard him gasp, and she looked down and saw how hard he was. She blushed, knowing she was acting the perfect tease, but she smiled and asked if he was ok.

"I'd be a lot better if I could do something about the uprising in my pants," he said, and then he got that look, a little pained, like he wished he could take back what he had said.

For her, it was a way to make sure he didn't steal her bosses treasure. She couldn't admit yet that the heat that was spreading through her was anything other than the awkwardness f the whle scene. She bit her lip and then smiled, her face flushing bright red as she let her hand rest on the bulge in his pants. "Maybe something could be done if we were at your place. Do you live around here?"

[free_and_easy]

Oh crikey.. there he goes again: 'I'd be a lot better if I could do something about the uprising in my trousers'. Blurting his thoughts out without thinking.

She was very sweet about it, considering, and, surprisingly, let her hand rest on his bulge, although she did flush red again. Not that he was complaining, but he was a little confused. Not confused enough to take his eyes from her small but perfectly rounded (or so they looked through the silk) boobs that now, also, flushed a little red where he could peek down her top.

She broke the ice by asking if he lived nearby, her hand still resting there. Not stroking, not caressing, just 'resting' while his cock strained to get erect within his pants.

'Yes', he replied, looking into her green eyes and, clearing his throat, continued 'Why don't you hop in the other side, and I'll drive us there?'.

Amazingly, she didn't seem to think twice. She just patted his bulge before straightening up and walking around to the other side of the car. He fired up the MG as she did so and, clicking on the lights, caught her perfectly framed in the beams. Long legs, short skirt, an arse to die for and her perky breasts thrust confidently forward against her top as she eased herself to the other side, where the door was flung open for her.

She hitched her short skirt up slightly to make it easier to get into the low car, before sliding her legs inside. Once again, a flash of bright pink from her panties made him smile.

'You really shouldn't do that when you're wearing a skirt like that, he said, smiling at her. She looked quizzical so he continued, 'Your panties. Every time you bend into this car, I see them. Not that I'm complaining'.

Thankfully, she grinned back at him. 'Oh, these cute little things?' as she lifted her shirt and showed him the briefest pair of bright pink panties adorning the top of slender thighs.

'Yes, those', he replied, grinning before throwing the car into gear and accelerating hard out of the space. The MG always did have good pick-up.

He accelerated smoothly though the gears, casting sideways glances at his new companion to catch her smiling. She'd eased her skirt down now to a more demure height, but he knew what was underneath and his cock stayed erect as they navigated the curving road spiralling up to his house in the woods.

He noticed she pinched her bottom lip with her teeth now and again and once, when their eyes met, he spoke again. 'MGs tend to vibrate quite a bit, you know, but its quite normal. People say they can feel the tingling in their legs'.

'Yes', she replied,smiling at him, 'I can feel a tingling but its not exactly in my legs!' They both laughed at this shared insight that held such promise.

The road got darker as the street lights died out up in the woods and, after 15 minutes he pulled into a long driveway before roaring up the road and breaking hard to slide to a graceful halt on the gravel in front of a large house.

He got out of the car and went to her side, opening her door for her 'Welcome, madam' he said. 'Care to come inside?'

[katydarling]

The further out they went, the moer worried she was becoming. Here was a complete stranger and she was letting him take her way out to the middle of nowhere. She knew she should make him stop, make him get out, and drive the car back herself, but there was some part of her that was curious to see where it would lead. There was a part of her that was turned on by him. He was cute, after all, and he was being a gentleman, even though she was teasing him awfully.

When they reached his house and he came around to open the door for him, there was no way not to give him a good look, but then, she already had. She let him help her out, blushing as his eyes dropped down to her crotch again. She looked around at the large house and the empty darkness around it, hoping he wasn't some kind of crazy.

She managed two steps up the darkened walk before her heel slipped on a loose stone and she stumbled into him. Her arms went around him and his went around her, and once again she could feel his hardness pressing agains ther belly. As she got her feet under her again, he seemed in no hurry to let go of her ass, which he had grabbed with both hands to stop her falling.

"Sorry," she mumbled and looked up at him.

"Quite alright," he said. "I don't mind in the least." He gave her ass a pat and kept one hand on it as he led her up the walk, only letting go to unlock hte door and show her in. She looked around the front room, a bit awed.

[free_and_easy]

When David eased open the massive oak door that lead into the front room, he felt her stiffen, almost in awe. 'Not as much as I just did, when she feel against me in the path' he smiled inwardly to himself. He pondered on the fact that he'd been in a state of almost continual tumescence since she first touched him in the car, and any hope of it abating had been dashed when she fell against him on the path to the front door, nearly impaling herself in the process.

His hand still rested on her behind, cupping her right buttock. 'Very firm', he thought, 'she must work out' and he made a mental note that she'd made no attempt to remove it, nor to discourage the thumb that lay resting in that neat crevice that separate her cheeks.

'This is the front room', he announced, and gave her a few moments to take in the roaring log fire with the huge bear skin rug on the floor in front of it, surrounded by deep sofas, before he threw a switch and the patio outside lit up. 'Make yourself at home' he continued 'I'll get some bubbly from the kitchen' and he walked off leaving her alone to take in the room.

'Of course, you can always jump in the hot tub if you prefer', he called back from the kitchen, and she swivelled her eyes to see the huge bubbling tub on the patio, lit up before the starry night sky.