I should have known better than to pick up a stranger on the side of the road but, had you seen her, you'd have done the same. Even driving past her on the on-ramp as I sped up to get onto the freeway I could tell she was a looker. In that split second I decided to stop my car and back down the side of the road where she was standing, helpless, next to her vehicle.
"Oh, thank you so much!" she said as I got out of my car. I had checked her out in my rear view mirror to see if I had been correct in my quick assessment. Indeed, she was a nubile young woman with big boobs, a small waist, and very pretty face. I looked at her in that order. She was wearing a faux fur coat with a skirt and low cut shirt underneath.
She told me the sad story about her car breaking down on her way home from work and blah, blah, blah. I'm sure she said a lot but my eyes were locked on her bountiful breasts. I'm usually able to keep my eyes north of a woman's bustline but this girl, Callie, might as well have been wearing a big arrow in front of her face pointing to her cleavage.
Knowing nothing about cars, I volunteered to drive her home. "That's great," she said, "I need to get home before Bobby does."
Bobby? Oh, shit. It wasn't like I had any chance of sleeping with this girl but it's always such a nutcrusher to learn that the hot chick you're talking to has a boyfriend. I had already made the offer and couldn't rescind it. It'd still be nice looking at Callie on the way to her place. I'm never one to refuse some eye candy.
She had only been a couple mile away from home when she broke down. I wondered where she had been working to be "leaving work" so early in the morning and she answered my question when she told me about her job at the Velvet Touch massage parlor. Mentioning how much I enjoyed a good massage she offered to hook me up with one once I got her home.
She lived in a little trailer far off the side of a two lane blacktop. The ruts leading up to the patch where she had me park were nearly enough to bottom out my car. I was amazed that such a put-together girl could live in such apparent squalor.
The inside of the trailer bespoke a different story. It was immaculate, not the shithole I expected from the rusted through trim and the cinder blocks used for a variety of purposes.
I didn't think she could look any better than she had but Callie took off her faux fur coat, revealing just how shapely her figure really was. "Now, how about that massage?" she asked. I swear, you could almost hear the "bom chicka-wah-wah" of the porn music starting up as soon as she said it.
She showed me to her front bedroom where she had a massage table set up. After allowing me some privacy to undress (not that I would have minded otherwise), she lit some candles, started a CD of meditative music, and spread some oil on her palms that she warmed with the heat of her body.
Her fingers were a revelation. She worked my muscles with a skill I'd never known before. It hurt, but in a good way. It wasn't just my back that she worked on, either. She gave special attention to my calves where she worked out quite a few knots. She seemed to electrify every inch of my body.
She hummed along with the music, occasionally talking to me, telling me more about her life. Despite being lulled into a state of extreme relaxation, her fingers and voice kept me aroused, so much so that I was tenting my towel when she had me roll over to massage me from the front.
She looked from the bulge under my towel to my face and smiled. She went to work on my shoulders and chest, down to my feet, and back up my legs to my thighs and finally she took ahold of my cock.
Putting more oil on her palms, she slid them over my turgid dick. Her hands were strong and sure. She began stroking me, smiling. "You have a lot of stress built up in your chakras," she said. "I'm going to help you release it."
With that, she stripped out of her clothes revealing a body that looked even better naked than clothed. She held her hand in front of her face and licked her fingers before putting them between her legs and wetting her pussy. This display did the impossible; it made me even harder for her.
She climbed up onto me, her knees on the edge of the massage table on either side of me. She took my oil-slicked cock and slowly slid it inside of her as she lowered herself onto me. She felt wonderful and that only made what happened next even more shocking.
"What the fuck is going on here?" came a gruff voice.
Callie turned, still on top of me, and exclaimed, "Bobby! It's not not what it looks like!"
"Callie, for Christ's sake. How could it not be what it looks like?" came the voice. I couldn't see the person yelling as Callie was between me and them but I noticed that the voice wasn't as gruff anymore and, if anything, it sounded slightly feminine.
I suddenly realized that Callie's boyfriend, Bobby, was actually her girlfriend, Bobbi.
Callie's pussy grabbed onto me tight, despite the sudden fading of my erection. I didn't fancy being in the middle of a domestic dispute.
"Get the fuck off of him!" Bobbi screamed as she reached her flannel-clad arms around Callie, pulling her reluctant body away from me and tossing her on the floor.
Bobbi was all of five and a half feet tall but with broad shoulders.