My car had just slid off the goddamn icy road into a ditch and it was getting dark.
Now, what? I sighed, knowing my cell phone was dead.
I had lost the charger and was going to get a new phone when I got home. "Who knew I'd slide into a fucking ditch," I muttered to myself, angrily rationalizing my procrastinating tendency.
I’m going to have to hitchhike and see if I can find a phone,” I thought, knowing it was dangerous for a woman to hitchhike, but I had no choice.“Oh well, here goes.”
I zipped up my down vest, pulled my wool cap down over my ears, flipped my scarf around my neck, grabbed my backpack, and had to squeeze out because the fucking door was jammed against the side of the ditch. Once I wiggled my way out, I stood on the icy dirt, looking around. It was getting dark and I realized if I didn’t get picked up soon, no one would be able to see me.
Hope I don’t get picked up by some pervert?
I walked up the road a little and glanced back at the front of my car down in the ditch and felt the wind through my faded jeans. Fortunately, I was wearing boots that came up near my knees, my jeans tucked in them. I was really in an isolated spot and saw no signs of houses, no lights, nothing but trees on both sides of the road.
No one’s going to come. This is a nightmare. Come on, Vicki, don’t be negative. Think positive thoughts. Someone’s going to come—everything’s going to be alright.
I paced back and forth for about ten minutes, getting colder and looked in both directions, hoping a car would appear. What should I do if a car doesn’t come? Should I walk and hope I find a house or should I sit in the car and just wait it out? Damn what a mess I’m in. Why did I decide to take the fucking scenic route? Why do I like the back roads? Why am I so stupid?
Suddenly, I thought I heard the sound of a car and got excited. Maybe I’m in luck. I looked in the direction of the curve in the road. As the sound got closer, the glow of headlights shone on the trees across from me. When I saw the car, I moved closer to the edge of the road and put out my thumb, wishing I could make it huge and longer as I extended my arm and waved it frantically.
“Please stop. Please stop,” I whispered to myself, almost praying.
The car passed me, then slowed down, but didn't stop until it was twenty or so feet ahead of me. It backed up as I ran towards the car. The window went down and I saw a man with longish gray hair under a brown wool cap and a shaggy beard but couldn’t see much more.
“Looks like you’re in a jam, miss.”
“Yeah, I slid off the road. I need to find a phone to call a tow truck.”
“Hop in. I live five minutes from here. You can use my phone.”
Once in, I put my backpack on the floor and took a deep sigh of relief. The car was warm and the radio was playing classical music.
“Guess you’re not used to driving on these icy Maine roads,” he said.
“Yeah, I’m not from around here. I was on my way back to Boston after visiting an old friend from college and decided, stupidly, to take a back road.”
He nodded and smiled at me. It was dark in the car, but I could see he had a nice smile. The classical music was soft and I relaxed, thinking he didn't seem like a mad rapist. I don’t usually listen to classical music, but it was nice to listen to—kind of soothing. We were both quiet as he drove and I looked out the window.
“Almost there,” he said, as we turned down a dirt road. He drove slowly over the bumpy road, steering the car around pot holes. He turned down another narrower dirt road that had trees on both side and had a lot of curves.”
Where in the world are we? I wondered as we drove through the woods, and then when we turned into a small lane, I noticed solar panels in an opening, then drove up to a cabin surrounded by trees.
“Wow you really live in the woods, don’t you? I said.
“Yes, and off the grid. This is my Shangri la,” he said as we parked.
“Cool,” I responded and looked up at the cabin and saw a light in the window.
I grabbed my backpack and followed him up a path to the front door. When we entered, I felt the warmth of the wood stove and saw the glow of coals through the glass door.
“How about if I make us some tea and I call George’s garage and let him know the story. He'll get you out.”
He took off his wool hat, then got got some logs from the wood bin and threw them in the stove.
I looked around the cabin at all the wood. It was just one room with a smaller side room, a kitchen area and a bathroom. A round oak table was by the window with his laptop on it, a few Begonia plants sat on the window sill. His bed was against one wall surrounded by windows. A maroon reclining chair was near the table with a reading lamp over it.
“This is such a nice place,” I said as I walked around. “I never saw a wood ceiling,” I said, looking up.
“That wood is over two hundred years old,” he said, putting water in the teapot. “I got it from an old barn they took down about fifteen years ago.”
I took my down vest off and my wool hat and put it on the clothes pole he had near the door.
“By the way, my name is Peter, what’s yours?”
“Vicki. Short for Victoria.”
“I guessed it was short for Victoria,” he laughed, glancing at my breasts then looked back at my eyes.“You don’t look very Victorian.”
I was wearing a tight black turtle neck shirt and no bra—hate them and only wear one when I have to. My faded jeans were tight and I knew they looked good on me—especially with the boots. I can tell by the way guys look at me that they like what they see, and I could tell Peter liked what he saw. I have to admit, I like being sexy and I like to fuck, but I am particular and don’t let any guy get in my pants.
While the tea water was heating up, Peter went to the phone and dialed the number. He waited for several minutes, glancing at me and seemed concerned.“No answer,” he sighed. “Maybe he’s out on a call.”
He hung up just as the tea kettle whistled. “Take a seat, Vicki and we’ll have some tea. I’ll call again in fifteen minutes.”
“It’s so cozy here,” I said as I sat down and watched him fill my cup and then his.
I liked the way he moved around the cabin. He seemed so comfortable and had a quiet, gentle way about him that I found appealing. His gray, longish hair curled up in the back just above the collar of his flannel shirt. With his shaggy beard, he looked like he didn’t really give much thought to his appearance. His jeans were worn and I liked that he took off his shoes as soon as he sat down at the table.
“I never wear shoes in the house and love being barefooted,” he said, smiling at me. He had a twinkle in his blue eyes when he smiled, and I felt myself being attracted to him. I have a thing about older men that I don’t quite understand, but I often had crushes on my professors at college and flirted with them, but nothing ever happened. Actually, Peter reminded me of one of the teachers I had a crush on.
“So do you have a woman in your life,” I asked.
“Nope. I got divorced two years ago.” He took a sip of his tea.“We decided not to be in each others movie any more.”
“That’s a funny way of putting it.” I sipped my tea and looked at him over the rim of my cup. Again, I noticed the twinkle in his blue eyes.
“Well, Vicki, it’s not good to get in the way of someone’s spirit. You just get out of the way and let go when it’s time.”
I thought about what he said and nodded. “Nice philosophy but it must have been painful for you.”
“It was. I really loved her and we had a long history together. But we’re friends now and we wish each other well. It’s best this way. Life goes on.”
He then got up and went to the telephone to dial the garage again. He was much taller than my five feet three, and I liked the way he smiled and how our eyes met when he dialed. What a nice smile. I felt myself getting turned on and tried pushing my attraction to him aside. This is nuts.
“Still no answer. I’ll try again in a little while. Meanwhile why don’t you tell me about yourself? Do you have a guy in your life?”
“Nah! Nada. I had a boyfriend up to a few months ago, but found out he was a jerk and was cheating on me—with my best friend, no less.” I shook my head as if shaking away the pain and anger I still felt.
“Too bad. He must be stupid to let some one like you get away.”
“Well, thank you,” I said, suddenly feeling he was interested in me. “Your wife wasn’t so smart to let you out of her life,” I said, looking into his eyes. Are we flirting? What's going on here.
He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. After a silence and a sip of his tea, he asked, “How old are you?”
“Why do you want to know?” I asked, smiling, our eyes meeting. I felt relaxed with him and wanted to be playful. I took a sip of my tea and again looked at him over the edge of the cup.
“Just curious,” he said, sitting back in his chair, stretching his legs to the side towards me.
“I’m old enough to know what I want,” I said, putting my cup down.
“Oh, really,” he said, looking into my eyes. “And what do you want?”
“Ecstasy,” I answered, suddenly feeling bold and wanting to tease him.
“Ecstasy?” he repeated and laughed. His smile and the way he looked at me got me even more turned on. I looked at his legs stretched towards me as he leaned back in his chair and noticed his gray wool socks with a hole at the heel. He sipped his tea and our eyes met as I sipped mine. We were both silent, looking at each other. I could not believe what was happening to me. My pussy was starting to tingle. I had to do something. I could tell by how laid back he was that if something was going to happen, I had to make it happen. Still, the intensity in our eyes as we looked at each other made me wonder if he wanted what I wanted. Here I was in this guy’s cabin in the woods—a stranger who picked up a hitchhiker. I could not believe the turn of events. I only knew I was getting hot and wet and also, a little frightened and intimated. What’s going on with me. This is crazy.
“So, what do you do in Boston?” he asked, tugging on his beard.
“I’m a painter. I graduated from Boston School of the Arts eight years ago and I work as a waitress at this cool café.”
“So, you’re an artist,” he said, nodding. “Nice.”
“Yes, I have a studio in my apartment and I try to paint every day. That’s why I like being a waitress because it doesn’t tap into my creativity.”
“What about you?” I asked, glancing over at his laptop.
“I’m a writer... novels and short stories, but lately, mostly poetry. I try to write a poem every day. Never miss a day.”
The more he spoke, the more I wanted him.
“So do you ever get lonely here in the woods all by yourself,” I asked, hoping to lead the conversation to a more intimate topic.
“Yes and no. I love my solitude and it gives me the time and quiet to write without distractions, but, sometimes, I wish I had a lover, someone to share my bed but didn’t want more than I wanted. Do you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, you want a fuck buddy,” I said, happy that the conversation was going in the direction I wanted. “You want a lover who doesn’t get in the way of your spirit...right!” I wanted him to know I understood his philosophy.
“Right,” he said, looking into my eyes. “A fuck buddy is a good way of putting it. I’m getting up there in years but I still feel youthful when it comes to sex, but it’s been awhile.”
Our eyes met again and I wondered if he was getting as turned on by me as I was by him. The sexual tension in the room was intense. I stretched my legs forward towards his and spread my legs, revealing my crotch, then leaned back in the chair causing my shirt to get tighter against my breasts. I saw him look at my crotch and at my breasts and knew he could see my hard nipples. Our eyes were fixed on each other. I was so hot I couldn’t stand it. I have to make something happen. My mind was racing. Vicki you’ve been here fifteen minutes, control your self. This is nuts. He’s a stranger.
I swallowed and took a deep breath—my eyes gazing into his. He cleared his throat as he looked at me. “So what kind of painting do you do?”
“Oh what kind,” I repeated, as I tried gathering my wits, shaking away my rising lust for him, “a-a-it’s hard to say,” I stammered, feeling foolish. “I do mostly realistic scenes from the city—real urban, kind of gritty,” I said, getting a little of my composure back. “I have a show coming up in the spring.”
“That’s great,” he said, smiling, his eyes twinkling. “Very exciting.”
I liked his reaction. It seemed so genuine. What a sweet man.
“Yes, it's exciting, but I’ve got a lot to do between now and April to get ready,” I said, my wanting him rising again.
“I bet,” he said, nodding, glancing at my breasts.
He sipped his tea. I lifted my cup, looking at him over the edge. Our gazes met. We were quiet, but I had that hot tingle between my legs again, and knew he sensed the sexual tension building between us, but also knew he wouldn't do anything. I have to do something. I have to, but what?
Suddenly, I stood up over his stretched out legs and looked down at him, our eyes fixed on each other. This was it. My tight jeans pressed against my pussy. I still had my boots on. Without a word, I straddled his legs, stretching my legs over him, then sat down, afraid he would push me away, but felt his cock getting hard as I started grinding against him. He grabbed my hips, holding me firmly as I moved up and down the length his hard cock bulging in his jeans. Good. He's into it.
“Mmmm, I like this,” I moaned, still afraid he would stop,but then he grabbed my ass and pulled me harder against him. His hands on my ass got me even more excited. It's happening....mmm Good.
Grinding harder, he lifted himself off the chair to grind his cock into my jean covered pussy.Right then I didn’t care if I ever saw my car again. We were now humping harder as our lust became more intense. We were fucking through our clothes and I was on the verge of cumming. He sensed my body tensing as I stiffened. I couldn’t believe I was there so quickly, about to explode when he lifted me off of him and stood up. We kissed--our tongues swirling in each others mouths. I was losing it. I wanted him.
Our mouths parted with a gasp and he unbuttoned my jeans while I quickly pulled off my boots and kicked them away. My jeans were half unzipped when he turned me around and squeezed his hand inside the tightness of my jeans and grasped my pussy, the palm of his hand pressing against my soaked panties. Behind me, he pressed his hard cock against my ass, surprising me at how aggressive he was getting and liked it. He moved my panties aside and put his finger in my wet pussy. “I'm safe,”I said, knowing where this was headed. “Me, too,” he whispered in my ear and I knew what he meant..
“Oh fuck!” I screamed as he put a second finger in. “Ohhhhhhhfuck!” I yelled again as he fucked me with his fingers. When his thumb rubbed my clit I lost it as a huge orgasm swept over me and my cum gushed all over his hands and my panties.
“That’s just a beginning of your ecstasy,” he whispered in my ear, his soaked fingers still in me, still moving as another wave swept over me. He pulled at my jeans, helping me squirm out of them and threw them across the room, then turned me around, pushed me to the table, swept his laptop and the cups to the side and forcing me down, bent over me, his body covering me. I grasped the other edge of the table, my breasts crushed against the wood, my legs wide apart, the head of his hard cock moving up and down my dripping pussy, before ramming into me. “You’re so tight,” he yelled as he pulled out and thrust into me harder.
“Fuck me, Peter. Yes! Yes! I love it. I love your cock! FUCK ME” I screamed. My shirt was still on. I was on the verge of cummming again when he pulled out causing me to yell, “Oh no! no! Don’t stop! Keep fucking me.”
“I will. You’re going to get the ecstasy you want.”
I could not believe my ears. No man had ever fucked or treated me like this.
He was rough and gentle at the same time. He grabbed my arms and pulled me across the room to his bed. He laid me down with my feet on the floor, then knelt and spread my legs wide apart, my pussy completely open. He lifted my legs over his shoulder and then started kissing and licking my thighs, moving his tongue slowly and stopped just below my pussy. I grabbed his hair and tried to get his mouth on my pussy, but he was determined to lick and kiss my other thigh. At last, he licked my pussy lips while I writhed on the bed as he teased my pussy with his hot tongue.
“Eat me! Eat me!” I screamed, grabbing at his hair to pull his tongue into me. “Stop teasing me. Oh please, fuck me! Ohhhhhhhh fuck! I need to cum.”
He licked my clit and placed his finger in me again.“Ohhhhhhh fuck!” I screamed again as his tongue and fingers drove me insane.
I wanted his cock and no more teasing. I knew I had to take charge and suddenly pulled away and shimmied my way further up on his bed. He smiled, knowing what I wanted and took off his jeans and tossed them on the floor. Our hungry eyes met as he crawled up between my legs, his big, hard cock swinging like the trunk of an elephant. He looked at my eyes and then at my wide open, dripping pussy.
As he got closer, hovering just above me, I got my hands on his chest and pushed him on to his back and straddled him. I wanted control, and looking at him under me, lifted up, grabbed his cock, then came down hard, impaling myself. “Ohhhhhhhhmygod,” I swiveled my hips as I leaned forward and, rocking back and forth, loved how his hard, throbbing cock, filled me and rubbed against my clit. He held my ass as I moved slowly at first and then faster and faster, my tits pressed against his chest, my hair falling in front of my face. I pushed it away so that we could look into each other's eyes. Then I sat straight up and grabbed my tits with both hands, rubbing and pinching my nipples.
“Ride me! Ride me!”
“ Mmmmmmmm--this feels so good,” I moaned as I lifted myself and came down harder and faster, again and again, on the verge of cumming. “Ohhhhhhhh Peter, I’m going to cum. I’m cummming. I’m cumming. Ohhhhhhhh yes,yes, I’m cummmmmming.”
He lifted his ass off the bed and I rose up with him and them slammed down on his cock and another huge orgasm swept over me. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh my god!” I screamed at the ceiling as wave after wave rocked my body.
Suddenly, he roughly flipped me on to my back, got quickly between my legs and without a moment’s hesitation, thrust his cock into me, taking me harder than I've ever been taken. I could not believe his power and energy and at the same time, his caring when he gripped my hands, our fingers entwined. I could feel his body tensing, his cock swelling as he rammed deep into my pussy faster and harder while I looked up into his intense eyes fixed on mine.
“Ohhhhh Vicki Vicki! I’m cummming. I’m cummming!”
Lifting myself to him, my body convulsing in the biggest orgasm of my life as he drove me back to the bed, both of us screaming at the top of our lungs, filling the cabin with our ecstatic voices before he collapsed on me, both of us like limp noodles, gasping and panting, unable to budge, feeling our wetness and desperately trying to catch our breath.