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Changing a Tire
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Subject: STORY: Changing a Tire
Date: Then
Time: About 6pm
Location: A Motel in Michigan
You really did seem distracted... I know you wanted to snuggle for
a while, but your mind was elsewhere at that moment. I suppose you
couldn't help it, but it bothered me nonetheless.
"Hun, what's wrong... where are you, anyway?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry Sweetpea, I was just thinkin' about my car... and
that damned flat tire. I gotta get it fixed soon or it'll just be
ruined."
Well, I can be sympathetic about a lot of things, but having you
think about your car while I'm perched on your lap, mid-snuggle, is
not one of 'em. So, in a valiant effort to take you mind off the that
big ol' vehicle, and to get you thinking about me, I continue lightly
kissing your neck... your earlobes... and eventually, your mouth.
Licking you lightly... and nibbling on your warm, tender flesh.
Your response, as always, is enthusiastic and empassioned. You
begin to firmly knead my breast while kissing me very deeply. Our lips
part, our mouths open widely, and we share a long, wet, biting kiss. I
begin to wrap my arms around you in a firm embrace when you suddenly
pull back.
"I'm real sorry, sweets," you say in a most apologetic manner. "If
I don't take care of that tire before dark, I'll have to wait another
whole day... and I need my car to get to work in the morning. I'm
sorry, but I just have to do it now. Forgive me??"
No I don't forgive you. And I don't have to verbalize it, either.
You can read it in my angered eyes and see it in my hurtful expression.
I say nothing. I simply get off your lap, sit on the edge of the bed,
pick up the remote control, and turn on the TV.
"At least, I can turn SOMETHING on today!" I voice in a spiteful
tone. I avoid any further eye contact with you as you leave the motel
room, close the door behind you, and head toward the parking lot.
"Bastard," I mumble aloud, while I flip through the channels,
watching the local news in a city about which I know nothing. "I hope
his damn car keeps him warm tonight!"
As I'm watching some local hero on TV from some little town outside
Detroit account for the heroics of the volunteer fire department and
their efforts to save the Barber Shop from being consumed by flames, I
hear the first rumble of thunder and the gentle staccato of rain. Then
I find myself doing something nasty -- I'm smiling. I think to myself,
"This is great! He's out there playing with that tire now when I wanted
him back in here with me. I hope he's happy getting soaked."
Five more minutes pass... I watch commercials for Rice-A-Roni, a
used car dealer, some sugar-laden cereal, and the previews of
tonight's episode of "L.A. Law." And the rain pounds down harder. I
see lightning and hear the crash of thunder again. This time it is much
louder and much closer. I get up and look out to find sheets of rain
cascading down the window.
Our room doesn't face the parking lot, so I have no idea how you're
doing. Now, despite my initial anger, I'm concerned. Are you really fixing
that tire? Did you hop in the car to wait out the storm? Were you hit by
lightning??
I wait for another moment. I don't want to let you think you've
won this battle, but I also don't want you out there catching your death
of cold.
I can't take it anymore. I grab my raincoat, your jacket, the room
key, and an umbrella. I slam the door behind me, hearing the local TV
weatherwench talking about a severe thunderstorm warning. I run down
the two flights of stairs and charge through the lobby, out the front
doors, and start looking for you in the parking lot. I see your car,
the tire is still flat, but there's no you. I put on my raincoat, open
my umbrella, and make a mad dash to your car.
As I get closer, I see you through the slightly steamed windows
sitting in the back seat (on the passenger's side) quietly. Just as I
approach the car, you open the back door on the driver's side and I jump
in with you. I close the umbrella quickly and shut the door.
"Here, I thought you might need this." I hand you your half-soaked
jacket. We both take one look at it and burst out laughing. So much
for this keeping you dry. So much for being pissed.
"Thanks, hun," you say with a sheepish grin. "I really appreciate
it." You toss your wet jacket into the front seat and beckon me to
snuggle with you. Now, I can't remember the last time I was with a guy
in the back seat of an old car, so I took full advantage of the situation. I
nestle myself into your open arms and sigh contentedly.
The thunder and lightning increases, the rain is beating on the
roof of the car, and the winds pick up speed. Black clouds darken the
early evening sky. We don't move.
Within a few minutes, I ask, "Do you mind if we put on a little
music while we're sittin' here? I love the sound of the rain and the
thunder, but just a little soft music would be really nice now. Mind??"
You move me aside slightly, reach into your front jeans pocket,
take out your car keys, and hand them to me. I reach over the back of
the front seat to put the key in the ignition and turn on the radio.
And at that very moment, everything changed.
Within a matter of seconds, just as I reach to put the key in the
ignition and turn on the radio, you grab my wrists HARD with your left
hand and hold them against the steering wheel. Your right hand then
retrieves the handcuffs you've hidden and you slap then on my wrists to
bind me to the wheel.
I am dazed, confused, and nearly frightened by your actions. Just
as I begin to open my mouth to gasp an exclamation, you tear off a large
strip of cloth tape and gag me. Just the tearing sound of the tape
makes me quiver... your hands against my mouth makes me weak... and the
look in your eyes makes me nearly faint. I begin to struggle to unleash
my wrists... and moan in an attempt to remove the tape from my lips.
You do nothing to try to stop me. You just sit back in the car and wait
for me to realize that there is no escape.
My position in the car leaves me completely vulnerable. My stomach
is pressed against the back portion of the front seat, my feet can
barely touch the floor, and my arms are stretched taut in front of me.
I continue to fight against the restrictions. I desperately try to
get my hands to slip from the cuffs... until I hear you say, "Barbara,
stop it... Now."
I stop immediately. Not just because you have told me to do so,
but because you have never called me by my given name before. You've
had little pet names for me, but never have I heard you utter my name
aloud. I know now that I'll never leave this car until you are through
with me. I allow my muscles to loosen, my resolve to weaken, and my
mind to accept the situation. I turn my head back to face you and gaze
into the eyes of my captor.
A sudden flash of lightning and a clap of thunder bring me back to
the reality of the situation. When I look out the front windshield to
see if the storm is beginning to subside, I feel your hands grasp around
my waist to the front and open my jeans. You then unzip them and drag
them down my body until they are bunched at my ankles near my shoes.
"These, my dear, will serve as your leg bindings," you say in a
firm tone. You then touch my lower legs, massaging my calves and
behind my knees. Your hands work their way up to my thighs, and firmly
knead them... higher... higher... until they come to rest on my panties.
You begin to toy with them playfully, tugging on the waistband and
running your finger under the elastic that surrounds the tops of my
legs. You pull in the cloth... harder and harder... until you slowly,
methodically, and deliberately start tearing the silken fabric. Once
again, the sounds of cloth yielding to your power frightens, yet
thrills, me. Shredding the last intact inches, you pull the frayed
threads from my body and sniff them with delight.
"Ahhhh... I love the way you smell..." You take one more
inhalation of my fragrance before tossing what remains of my panties
aside. "Now, my pet, you are all mine... ripe for the taking."
I have no method of objecting. I am immobilized, unable to
speak, and exhausted. Tears begin to well in my eyes. I close them
and await my sentencing. I am your prisoner.
"Now, just what do I want to do with you? Should I make you just
stay that way quietly? Torture you a bit? Ahh, I have an idea..." And with
that, you slap my ass very hard and very fast.
SLAP!
The crack of your large, bare hand on my tender flesh shocks and
then stings me. You keep your hand in the precise place on my ass
where it landed... pressing it slightly into my tingling skin.
SLAP!
Again, in the exact same place. I moan through the tape and try
to cry out.
SLAP! SLAP!
Now to the other cheek. Harder with this series of punishments.
I wince in pain, and I begin to ride with the pleasures you now give
me. Over and over, again and again... in rapid succession and with
increasing intensity.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!!!
My skin now burns... And you settle back in your seat and admire
your work. Reddened welts shadow the outline of your hand on my skin.
My ass throbs... I can feel my heartbeat in the places where your
attentions were paid. I try to catch my breath without much success.
You reach over and grab your wettened jacket and gently place the
cool, moistened material against my wounds. I sigh gently and press
my ass toward you. You rotate the cloth a few times, making certain
that I feel the wetness and coolness just where I need it, and you
gingerly begin to soothe me.
I peel my eyes open for a few seconds... I've lost complete track
of the howling winds, the thunder, the lightning, the rain. The only
storm that concerns me is the storm of erotic need that bubbles and
churns within me.
I look back to gaze at your satisfaction. You look at me,
smile, and I know that I have pleased you. I know that the end of
this episode is finally here.
"Hun, are you ready to be a good little girl and go back to the
room now?"
I nod rather quickly. I wait for you to draw my pants back up to
my waist and to remove the cuffs, now digging into my marked wrists.
But instead of reaching for your keys to unlock me, you reach back
to where you first retrieved the cuffs and take out a pair of latex
surgical gloves.
"No, my sweet... I don't think you're quite ready to go back
yet." You dangle the gloves in my face first, then drag them on my
aching ass, before you snap them tightly onto each hand. My eyes
widen as you make a ritual of this... pulling the gloves on tightly,
pressing down on the area between each finger to ensure a snug fit,
and then wriggling your fingers merrily.
You shift over closer to me, nearer the middle of the back seat.
You kiss each of my asscheeks lightly, licking the marked areas,
letting your lips caress each raised welt, and being to toy with my
creamy slit with you enwrapped right hand. Your middle finger grazes
up and back from my clit to my anal ring... back and forth... back and
forth. Teasing me, torturing me, loving me...
Slowly, you insert your right middle finger deep into my pussy.
Twisting it slightly... achingly slow. I bear down on your finger and
ease my tight cunt around it. Just as you see that I'm enjoying this,
you withdraw your finger from me. And wait.
You decide to then insert two fingers into my cunt a little faster.
Sliding them into me and challenging the tightness of my inner walls.
Soon, your fingers are fucking me rhythmically... gliding in and out...
in and out... again... and again... and again...
Sweat breaks out again on my brow... and I involuntarily begin to
ride your masterful hand again. You know just how to touch me... you've
always known just how to touch me. I buck my hips as best as I can to
feel all the sensations of your attentions. I feel myself getting
closer, ever closer, to having my body explode in pure pleasure.
My breathing changes. You hear my muffled moans through the taped
gag, and you work you way into me faster yet. Faster... harder...
deeper...
You then wet your left middle finger with your saliva and grind it
into my ass. Your right hand never misses a beat. A deep, guttural
groan emerges from me as you pound your fingers in and out of me.
You fuck me with both hands... pounding me... taking me... I feel
the waves of orgasmic delight begin to awash over me... I can hold back
no more... I gasp again and then feel the contractions begin. My body
quakes with ecstasy, my pussy pulsates around your fingers, and my ass
contracts and grips onto you tightly. You never stop... you insistently
continue to fuck me as I feel wave after wave envelop me. I cum for
what seems like an eternity. My cunt relentlessly draws your fingers
into me. I writhe... I moan... I feel nothing but what you give me...
all the pleasure... all the pain... all your love. My brain is
spinning, my physical being is electrified, and my soul is yours.
My orgasm slowly begins to subside. My body begins to collapse
against the back of the front seat, my arms still painfully outstretched
in front of me. I can barely breathe... I feel weak, dizzy, and totally
fulfilled. You've kept your fingers inside me as I lower my head and
try to regain control of my breathing. You feel two more small
contractions around your sheathed fingers before you withdraw them from
me.
Slowly you remove the gloves and toss onto the floor of the back
seat. You kiss my ass lightly and lick the still-reddened impressions.
I feel your hands begin to raise my jeans back up my legs and up to my
waist. You pull my body away from the seat to close my pants.
Then, finally, you reach for your keys and unlock the cuffs from my
wrists. I collapse backward into the rear seat and try to bend my arms.
My muscles ache and my ass feels the burn. You slowly remove the tape from my
mouth and lick my lips to wet them. You put your arms around me and surround
me with your strength and your love. I fall against your chest and feel the
warmth and security that you've always given me.
You allow me to relax for an unknown amount of time... I even doze
off for a moment or two. You awaken me with a tender kiss on the forehead.
"Hun?" you say. "I think it's time to go inside. There's
something I want you to do for me. I'll change the tire later."
I look up into your eyes, and utter, "Tire? What tire?"
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