Stranded on the Autobahn

unexpectedblond

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Layla kicked the tire of her old beat up BMW.
"SHIT!"
She had purchased it for 500 Euro from an old guy in Berlin and was trying to make it Munich. Unfortunately, it decided she was only getting as far as Nuremburg. The sun was starting to set in the Bavarian sky and the chilly September air reminded her that her friends were waiting for her in Munich. They had all planned to go to Oktoberfest together, in fact, her Dirndl was laying in the back seat...taunting her.

She had pulled over into one of the parking areas on the side of the A6 and it was deserted except for her and her car. A lone trashcan stood near the tree line and she could hear the lonely sound of traffic speeding by.

She only had a few euro left on her 'handy' and wondered if calling a tow was even worth it and how she would do it anyway since her German was not that great. She kicked the car again with her heeled boots and cursed her bad luck. She was dressed in Euro fall chic style with skinny jeans tucked into boots and a v neck long sleeve shirt. It was snug on her chest and showed off her late summer tan.

What the hell was she going to do?
 
Undone by the sudden news from his lover, Ethan sped down the A6 in a state of confusion. Is there a word for the emotion that combine sadness, anger and fear? Maybe there is a German word for it, but since his German was sparse he just let his English yell the words coming out of his mouth. Upset spittle flew from his lips and sprinkled on his leather steering wheel as sped around the corner. How could she do this to him? After 2 years and the romantic and erotic trip they took together last month? Was his demanding job too little for her? The questions mounted and subsided as quickly as his emotion.

Underneath his yelling and blaring rock, he could hardly hear the sound of his tire blowing out. He cranked the music down to see if he could identify the sound and soon enough the familiar *frump* *frump* of a flat tire made it clear that tonight was just not his night. Fortunately a parking area was immediately in front of him and he hastily pulled off on the exit ramp. What was he going to do here? The place looked deserted and he just wanted to relieve himself of these desperate desires. And to think of her in her Oktoberfest outfits made him want even more. As the car hobbled down into the parking area, Ethan spied another car under the single soft white light. Breathing a sigh of relief, he put the car in park a few feet away from the BMW and hoped for the best as he opened his driver side door.
 
Layla saw the car coming in fast and a feeling of dread and hope washed over her. It's probably some old creeper coming to piss in the woods. As soon as she saw the man behind the wheel her dread subsided and she felt a heat start low in her belly.

She turned to him and in her best Deutsch:
"Hallo? Spechen Sie Englisch? Mein Auto is kaputt..."

She hoped this guy spoke English...
 
Autobahn

bump bump bump

With no money and a broken car.....she must hitch hike to the nearest town with a bank.
She stands at the side of the road and sticks out a thumb , the first few vehicles keep rolling.She's getting cold.
At last, a small truck stops, a well built middle aged man eyes her shapely form.
How can I help you? He asks
She replies ???
 
German? Shit, it was just not his night. He stumbled through words like "Good Evening", "tire" and "busted". However he might have used the word for "blow" rather than "bust". Oh well.

Wait, was that the German word for English. Ethan was hopeful. But before he could get it out, he couldn't help glance at her stunning eyes and figure. Her blond hair framing a very pretty face. The slight possibility of better luck stirred him in his gut and, instinctually, below there.

"Yes, I speak English. Do you? I have a flat tire and had to pull over. Are you OK? Safe? What happened to your vehicle?"
 
"Oh thank God you speak English!" Her slight southern accent came out and she could see the relief in his eyes too. "I'm fine, my car just stopped. You wouldn't know anything about a '91 Beemer, would you?" She cocked her head to the side and put a hand on her hip.
 
The possibility of the night turning out better than expected gave Ethan a twinge of excitement. Could his lucky change so instantly that a sexy woman would need this kind of help? Questioning his chances didn't seem like the appropriate thing to do.

"Sounds like we're both in luck. I knowquite a bit about cars actually. Do most of my mechanic work myself. I think there is enough light here to check under the hood. How did you get stranded out here in this dark place? We should see if we can get this fixed"

I step in front of the vehicle, trying not to show that my eyes are following your body....trying to get as many snapshots as possible. I reach under your hood and flick at the latch.....
 
"I was on my way to meet my friends in Munich for Oktoberfest...I even bought one of those dresses" She was so thankful he was here and seemed to know what to do with his hands! "Even if you can fix this, I don't think I'll make it there in time" She pouted and suddenly felt like a little girl again instead of the 26 year old aspiring artist she really was. She leaned in to look under the hood and stuck her hand towards the man "I'm Layla, by the way"
 
Ethan grew more and more enthralled. An Oktoberfest girl? Seriously? Stealing a glance again at her, he was suddenly comparing this woman to his former. Whatever he thought he might miss about her was being quickly forgotten but the enticing Layla here in front of him. Seeing her hand, he stood up and said "I'm Ethan, nice to m..." and BAM he slammed his head against the underside of the open car hood. Too much distraction caused this moment of extreme embarrassment.

Rubbing his head he glanced back at her and then at her engine, a slight blush rolling across his cheeks. "I meant to say that it's nice to meet you. There might still be time to get you there". His thoughts drifted to imagining her in her dress Dirndl. Quickly reeling them back, lest Layla think he wasn't paying proper attention to her, Ethan continued "Have you had any problems under the hood in the past?"
 
ouch! Poor guy! "Uh, well I just bought this P.O.S last week for cheap. I thought it might get me at least to Muinch!" She frowned and highly doubted she'd get to Okotberfest in time. She'd have to change in the car and floor it to get to Munich in time. No, there was no way she could get into a dirndl in the car.
 
"Tell you what; let me see if I can't get this going right now. We'll need to floor it to get to Munich in time so you'll probably need to change. I'll be here, under the hood. By the time you are changed in and out of your outfit, we'll be on the road"
 
"really?! Wow, ok!"
Layla was shocked but pleased. She reached into the back seat and grabbed her dress. She awkwardly kicked off her boots and began to slid her jeans off. She tried to hide behind the car door as her almost bare ass peeked out from her thong. Then she slid her top off and reached for the cropped white blouse that went under her dress.
 
Ethan stunned it worked. He had a devilish side and it took over him in that moment where he made that suggestion. He didn't know if she seemed to mind but the sly smile on her face as she opened her car door suggested that it's possible she did not. Catching a glimpse of her ass, he made a bold move.

"Layla, I'm sorry but I think I have some fluid in my trunk that would help. I don't want to..um....put you in an awkward situation. Do you want to grab it for me or just hide a little bit while I go around the car and get it?"
 
She had just barely gotten the crop top over her head when he asked her the question. "Um...I can get it" She slipped on her black high heels that went with her dress and scurried over to his trunk in only her thong, bra, crop top, and heels. She thought it was dark enough that he might not be able to see her.
 
The gorgeous beauty stepping out from the door of her car took Ethan aback. He stood for a moment, watching as the blond woman in half her Dirngl hopped over to his trunk. Emotions and excitement stirred in Ethan's legs as he realized that the trunk was locked. Layla pulls in vein at the handle, hoping for it to open

"Oops, I guess I locked". Without ask this time he slides behind the trunk and slides the key into the slot. He opens it up slow and stares into Layla's eyes "I guess I could have gotten it myself"
 
"Oh, well....umm" She slowly turns around and finds herself pressed against the trunk of his car and his hard chest. Her breathing grew shallow and her tits pressed against the thin fabric of her top. She could smell the soft scent of his cologne and feel the roughness of his jeans against her bare legs. Suddenly she just wanted to kiss him...but she also wanted to run.
 
Dream do come true. The sexy body was pressed against him and he couldn't control his cock from bulging. Wanting passion and not for, he slides one hand to her cheek and one hand around the small of your back. He pulls her torso into his muscular chest and the pressure of her breasts arouses him even more. Unable to control his erection, it bulges his jeans and it slides against her bare leg. He thought she heard a slight gasp from her moist lips but didn't care to make sure as he leaned it and whispered gently "let me take care of you". his lips push forward to meet hers. He feels a slight amount of resistance but after two passionate kisses from my lips, she melts a little bit and accepts his tongue
 
Layla tried to think rationally but Ethan felt so good. It was getting darker and there were no lights except the passing headlights. Her head felt light as he kissed her again and she moved her hips towards his cock.
 
The bulge in his pants seemed to be inviting to her. Her hips were definitive in their emotion and clear in their intentions. To say that Ethan was harder than a rock at the moment was an understatement. My left hand cupped your cheek, neck and jaw line as tongue and lips danced with passion unrestrained. Layla's breath, juicy and delicious, coated Ethan's tongue as they gave way to their new found desires. His right hand lightly caressed the small of her back, move down towards her ass. Oh how he wanted to caress, grab and slap her ass. All this stirred up emotion had quickly evolved into erotic passion. But he had to pace himself, for he is a romantic.

Gasping between each kiss he could hear her moaning his name. Was she saying "please"? He could not tell but he did not care; he would do whatever she asked of him
 
Layla couldn't believe it. He was so hot and she was being dragged to him like a magnet. She loved how he was touching her and caressing her...not groping her like a piece of meat like the usual guys always did when she was with them. She instantly felt desired and that made her want him more. 'Oh Ethan. Yes.' she moaned. As she felt him cup her ass she began to slide up on the car and placed one long leg around his waist.
 
The dance of kissing and touching continued with furious desire. Between kisses Layla slide herself onto the car trunk. The touch of her leg wrapping around his waist made Ethan harder than he thought he could ever be. The hand that was grasping her back now started to caress her bare thigh, massaging down to her knee, past her knee and calf to her ankle. He wrapped the leg around him tightly and she felt her strength bring him closer into her body. His thick hard shaft stands straight at attention. With her hips leaning slightly over the edge of the trunk he starts to grind your pussy with his shaft. LAyla feels the pulsating cock rub against her lips and Ethan feels his pants get instantly wet from her.

Grinding to match the motion of the kissing, their bodies interlock perfectly. He's moaning with excitement as they kiss deeper and deeper. Layla reaches up up with both hands and grabs each side of his face, pulls away from the kissing for the moment and says....
 
And then he realized that all her car needed was a jump. He jumped her car with his cables and she rode off the Munich happily ever after. The end!
 
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