One night, in late summer, my friend and I were on our way home from a crappy night at the club when our car broke down.  Everything just quit.  We coasted off the road and into a church parking lot.  The car actually belonged to a friend of ours who was deployed, so we didn’t know much about it.  My friend Bunny, yes that is her name, was panicking. It was the middle of the night and we had several miles to go before we got home.

“What are we gonna do, Brooke?” Bunny asked, panic sharp in her voice.

“We’ll walk up to the store and call someone,” I answered.

This was before cell phones were a common item. We stood in the darkness, wearing our tight dresses and high heels.  The soft fabric showed every curve; it was very comfortable, but didn’t leave much to the imagination. We really had no other options, so we walked up to the department store four blocks away. We went to the service desk and used the phone, but we couldn’t reach anyone.

“Now what?” Bunny asked, her brow furrowed.

“We’ll just walk home. I don’t have enough left for a cab,” I admitted begrudgingly.

“Walk? That far? In heels?”  Bunny made a good point.

“Do you have a better Idea?”

“No,” she answered defeatedly and we began to walk.

We were only a block and a half away from the store when a vehicle pulled up behind us.  A tall man stepped out from behind the wheel of a Jeep and approached. He was dressed in a security guard uniform and maintained a respectable distance as he began to speak.

“Do you ladies need some help?”

“Our car broke down,” Bunny blurted.

“Can I give you a ride? Or perhaps take a look at your car for you?” His voice was powerful, but kind and soothing.

“No, we’re just going to walk, thanks,” I dismissed hastily.

“Where are you headed?”

“Grant Station,” Bunny piped up again. Dammit Bunny, I could smack you.

“That’s seven miles, through some very unfriendly neighborhood. In the middle of the night.  I can’t let you do that.  If you won’t let me give you a ride, then I will follow behind you to make sure you get there ok.”

I stood, mouth agape at what this stranger had just offered.  Bunny elbowed me, I looked at her.

“I don’t know,” I said, still hesitant.

“He’s wearing a badge,” Bunny interjected. 

“Our car is five blocks that way, you could take a look if you don’t mind,” I relented.

“No problem, hop in,” he said, returning to his Jeep.

We got in and he drove us to our car. He popped the hood and began to look as we sat in the car. Seconds later he came to the driver side window, where I sat.

“The alternator belt broke,” he said, handing me the remnants of a thin rubber belt.

“So, where does that leave us?” I asked with concern.

“Well, you have two options. Leave the car here and pick it up tomorrow, or I can charge your battery and that should be enough to get you home.  As long as you don’t run any accessories, like the radio, the fan, headlights.  Just run your hazards,” he replied with confidence.

“Can we try that?  What happens if the battery dies again?”

“I’ll just jump it again.  I should take about fifteen to twenty minutes to give you enough juice to get there.”  With that, he walked back to the front of the car and hooked up jumper cables. 

“He’s nice,” Bunny jabbed at me quietly.

“Yes,” I admitted, "he is."  Bunny wiggled in her seat. “What are you doing? I can see your thong.”

“He’ll be able to as well.” She flashed a mischievous grin. “Maybe he’ll hit on me.”  This gave me a thought, and I adjusted my dress as well, so just the hint of my thong was showing.

Once he was finished, he came back and talked to us to pass the time. Nothing crazy, just small talk. Polite and controlled. He noticed my thong peeking out. He tried as best he could, but he couldn’t help stealing little glances at our panties as he spoke.  I think he may have even blushed.  When he felt it had been long enough, he disconnected the vehicles and closed the hood.

“I’ll follow you. If you have any problems, just pull over and I’ll recharge the battery.”

“Ok.” I turned the key, and the car started. Relief washed over me; I smiled happily.  We drove, only the gentle clacking of the hazard lights filling the silence.

“He didn’t ogle,” Bunny pointed out.

“No, he was trying to be a gentleman.  That wasn’t so nice of us.  I think we may have embarrassed him a little.”  He passed the test, but I felt bad for teasing him that way. A pang of guilt passed through me.

“So,” Bunny started.

“So... what?” I prompted.

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” I said, and that was honest. I was focused on getting home.

Just under 15 minutes later, we arrived at home.  I parked the car and breathed a sigh of relief.  Our savior hopped out of his Jeep and came over to us.

“There you go, ladies.  Do you have someone that can fix the belt?”

“Yeah, I know a guy,” Bunny responded.

“Good,” he smiled. “Well, have a good night.”  He turned and began to walk away.

“Hey!” I called.  “Do you want to come in? We could make you dinner.” Bunny looked at me surprised.

“Yeah…uh, I don’t know,” he stumbled.

“It could be another night if you want. We just really want to say thank you.” Bunny didn’t miss a beat.

“It’s one in the morning. Isn’t that a bit late for dinner?” he posed.

“How about dessert?” Bunny, subtle as ever.

I walked over to him, took his hand in mine, and spoke with genuine appreciation.  “Thank you, for everything you’ve done this evening.  You didn’t have to do any of it.  You made sure we got home safe.  I don’t even know what to say to show our appreciation, but we’d love it if you’d let us show you how much it means.”

He looked at me, searching my face for an answer, battling his own internal struggle.  “I couldn’t let you two walk home.  It’d wouldn’t have been right.  What if something happened?  I just wanted you to be safe, and you are.”

“Because of you,” I began, then Bunny showed up beside me, putting on the biggest pouty face I’d ever seen.

“Please, come in?”

He looked at her; he looked at me. I looked back, not pouty but pleading, thinking if he left, he would not come back. He was too decent a person for that.

“Ok,” he caved. “But just for a few minutes. Really, you don’t have to make me anything.”

Gleefully, we led him back to our apartment.  

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We unlocked the door and led him to the living room.

“Let me see what we have,” I offered.

“Really, you don’t have to trouble yourselves, I was happy to help,” he protested.

Bunny was having none of it. “And we are very grateful.  You’ve been a perfect gentleman, and now we want to express our gratitude.”  She guided him to sit on the couch, then climbed on his lap, straddling him.  He froze, a look of surprise concreted to his face.  “Don’t be shy, I won’t bite. Hard.”  Bunny gyrated her hips and kissed his neck.  He rolled his head back with a groan, clearly battling an internal conflict.  Bunny took his hands and slid them under her dress onto her ass.

“I’m not worried about being bitten,” he laughed. “I just don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage. I didn’t help you for a reward or to get something out of it. I just wanted to see you home safe.”

“Take it easy, Bunny,” I intervened, guiding her off his lap. “Let him relax.” I was immediately greeted with the extent of his arousal.  “Sorry ’bout her,” I had started, but stopped abruptly as he looked a bit embarrassed.

“Hey, I was enjoying that,” Bunny complained. I didn’t blame her, I wanted to enjoy it in that moment as well.

“I, uh...” he stumbled for words.

“Shh,” I whispered in his ear. “Are you willing to let us repay you for being such a gentleman?”

“I am, just nervous. I’m shier than I seem,” he admitted.

I took Bunny’s place on his lap. “Just go with it.”   I rocked back and forth, rubbing myself against the hard rod trying to escape his pants.  I kissed him, not the ear or cheek, not a peck on the lips.  I kissed him as a lover. He stiffened at first, then allowed his tongue to dance with mine and his hands to roam up my back.  I was breathless when he released my kiss.  I swear his tongue was seeking my tonsils, but they were removed years ago.  I smiled at him and he smiled back; it was a lovely smile. 

“I found something for dessert,” Bunny chirped.  I turned and we both watched as Bunny stood before us, naked, and applied Redi-Whip to both nipples.  She moved forward, placing her breasts in his face.  He looked at me as he licked the cream off her left nipple; I smiled at him as I licked the cream off her right.  When the whipped cream was gone, he kissed me again. Bunny wanted in, so he took turns kissing us for a few moments.

His reservations had left, and mutual desire was given permission to surface. I unbuttoned his shirt and began to strip him.  We stood him up, and Bunny undid his belt, then pushed his pants and underwear to the floor. We marveled at his strong, thin physique. She sat him back down and tossed his clothes into the recliner.

I took off my dress and stood in just my panties as he reached for me and began to kiss and caress my nipples. My thong was wet from my earlier rubbing and I wanted to remove it, but he beat me to it.  He began pulling them down as he kissed from my nipples down to my bare pussy.  They were only down to my thighs when he noticed the string of goo trailing from my panties to my pussy.  He wasted no time collecting it with his tongue and swallowing it with a moan of delight. My quiet hunger was building.

He finished sliding my panties off before we heard Bunny spraying Redi-Whip again.  This time, she was lying on the couch beside him, legs spread, with whipped cream on her pussy, waiting to be devoured.  He leaned over and obliged, sucking the cream down quickly and burying his face between her thighs.  She gasped in pleasure as his tongue penetrated her depths and he lapped hungrily at the impromptu sundae set before him.

He was eating the cream and cherries; I decided to have the banana.  I knelt before him and took his cock into my mouth, his sweet excitement glistening on the tip.  I listened to Bunny as he worked his tongue over, in and around her pussy, trying to match my enthusiasm to her moans of pleasure, but she came long before he did.  Her screams of pleasure were much louder than would be acceptable in an apartment setting.

He sat up, giving unencumbered access to his cock.  I swallowed it down, gauging the difference, how he filled my mouth and I could not make it all the way down.  Bunny joined me, each of us working on a side, sliding our mouths up and down in unison as I stroked his girth.  The first explosion of his cum flew up and landed on my face.  I quickly moved to the tip and worked out every drop of his sweet, hot brew. It was amazingly sweet. Bunny proceeded to lick the first shot off my face, jealous that I greedily took over.

Seeing he was still hard overwhelmed me with joy.  I laid him down and climbed on top of him, riding like a cowgirl on an unbroke horse. The whole situation had me crazy with desire and lust.  I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. And this man, this amazing specimen of gentle chivalry, was filling me in all the right places.  He was girthy, without being too much and sat right on the edge of pleasure and pain with his length.

He was the perfect size. And this was what did me in.  I began to tremble, my legs working in and out as I tried going up and down. My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. A tidal wave in a hurricane, after only a couple of minutes.  The climax was beautiful, but came so damn quick, I barely had time to enjoy it. I collapsed onto his chest, breathing like I had just run a marathon. Bunny began to gently nudge me.

He moved down on the couch, giving Bunny the access she desired, running his hands along my back, then brought my pussy up to his face.  Bunny, having seen my wild display, took her ride slow, moving him in and out as slow and calculated as she could, enjoying every inch he provided. Sliding down deeply, she tried to push him in as far as she could.

For me, he began to slowly and delicately lick the juices flowing from my throbbing pussy.  I had just come, yet I yearned for more. I think he knew this. He held my ass in both hands as he worked his tongue over me, in me, probing, drinking my very essence.  He gradually increased the vigor in which he moved: more suction, faster movements, more pressure.  Before I realized it, I was grinding against his face, rocking back and forth, my hand on his head, riding that horse again.  Bunny was too, both of us moving in time, her orgasm building, my orgasm building, both of us moving faster.

We cried out in unison, both of us reaching orgasm with seconds of each other. His hands were no longer on me, they were holding Bunny as he thrust up and down with jackrabbit speed.  Bunny trembled at the onslaught, her orgasm not having released her yet.  He locked down on my pussy with vice grip suction, sending me into spasms as well, as he came, driving deeply into Bunny.  I couldn’t breathe, my breath was locked in my chest as I came again and Bunny groaned as her body ached to take a break.

We lay there, me with my pussy drooling on his chest, Bunny lying over my back as our mixed fluids ran onto him. All three of us were breathing heavily.  I didn’t know how this night went this way, but liked it.

“Well, so much for dessert,” I said finally, sitting up, Bunny gingerly moving to the couch between his legs.

“Best dessert I’ve had in a while,” Bunny chimed in.

“Best I’ve ever had,” he added.

“Anyone want seconds?” I toyed with the idea dangerously.  No one spoke, afraid to say it.  We shared a look, no objections.  “To the bedroom then.” I stood, shakily, wondering if walking would be an option later.

We all got up and went to the bedroom.

It was a night I’ll never forget.

The next day either.  Walking was not an easy option. I hurt in places I didn’t know could hurt. I wasn’t the only one, we were all sore – but none of us regretted a second of it.

Some nights are accidents; some are choices.

And some… are both.