I’m real glad I’m a Good Samaritan – a heart-warming story
© Copyright Year 2005
Author Name Allsixkindsamusic
E-mail address of author RnRnRnBnCnW@breakthru.com

It was a stinking hot day and her little red wagon’s wheels had all fallen off right there in the middle of nowhere with not a stick of shade. After I gave her some water it didn’t take long to instruct her in being a towee, and we went on to a shady creek. I was the first car in half an hour, and we didn’t hear one for an hour.

By this I’d taken a pretty good eye-full. Marlene would be a successful business-woman who worked out regularly; didn’t often come outside of town; an impulsive short-cut. About 45, no finger-jewelery at all; in very nice tailored shorts and a show-off top, jacket rigged as an umbrella. While I boiled the billy we got on like a house on fire: not quite like the big-noisy journalist who said I was far too intelligent to be a mere taxi-driver, but I was a thorough gentleman as I snuck in under Marlene’s guard and we laughed a lot, touching a little; sexy jokes; blatant desires in flashing eyes over hot tea.

As she’d found out, the phone was no good in the valley; we planned to drive up the road and call from there. I kept the liquids up to her til she needed some bushes – and supplied whatever I thought she would need. Oh thank you!

So what had Marlene seen so far? Average size no fat, good teeth, boots, dog, shorts, plain tee-shirt; not much short-cropped gray hair; hat, spots of mud; on the way home in a fairly clean 4WD from helping a neighbor dig a big hole: she admired the sea-green stone on its gold chain. I was grubby and sweaty, so while Marlene was otherwise occupied I stripped and had a swim.

I didn’t bring my swimmers… Neither did I in my black ones. She looked me in the eye, turned, and walked purposefully back to her car. Half-facing me she stripped to matching lacy things, and accepted my hand into the cool water. She lay back on the sand and sighed: I splashed water on her, and we talked. And kissed. And etc. After a while she shivered, different to the trembling as I started to interfere with her bra: we stood in the sun and I toweled her down. Marlene murmured thanks and smiled very sweetly; took the towel from me and disappeared – reappeared with these blue scraps and asked where they should hang.

As she leaned forward to pick up her tea there was an accident. It was more preview than perve, but we laughed a lot and she was a genuine brunette; I still had auburn high-lights. Then we looked each other in the eye and kissed some more.

We started off sitting, leaning forward from deep chairs. Then we stood and when her towel was firmly against my chest Marlene put both arms around me, and the kisses became quite serious.

You’d better take that wet towel off: and I took a fresh one from the car. What DON’T you have in there? I hoisted the swag, surveyed, and unrolled it. Marlene hung the wet towel on the mirror, and walked slowly toward me toweling her hair in a deliberate, proudly provocative way. She watched me watching her breasts shake and when her arms were at full stretch they stood fully out from her broad chest.

I’m glad your car broke! Are you sure you’re not married? Fairly sure; would you like to come over and check me out? It’s only about half an hour…

Marlene knelt Japanese-fashion on ‘her’ side of the wide tent-bed which unrolled and unzipped from a sausage, looked at the dog settling just along the very bottom, and then up at me: I like camping, but this beats all … and you’d better get those wet knickers off! I hung them over a bush and joined her, my cock proud and swaggering, bikini-line totally depilated. Marlene looked at my tanned, smooth expanses then smiled into my eyes: oh, oh, yes … and couldn’t keep her hands off.

Advice was to exfoliate often; lightly with the roughest I could find; including my hands; work-gloves always. Loverly! Silky, Can’t keep my hands off myself!

She was almost my height and quite solidly build, but very much not overweight; a distinct bikini-mark, less so across her firm, pendulous breasts; a perfectly smooth rounded belly and a neat bikini-line. I knelt; touched and admired the trinket in her belly-button – “do you have a condom?” – and we kissed.

She was trembling as I stroked her back; we pulled each other down and kissed some more – her neck and shoulders were firm and her skin soft – when I kissed toward her breasts Marlene pushed them toward me and I found a hard nipple. It was short and thick, and very sensitive, areola crinkly, gasps. So was her other when I twirled it, and she panted slightly, humming her preferences, liked wrapping it in my tongue and pull-sucking. And she liked me to twist gently and squeeze them between my fingers while I rubbed my smoothness on her.

I relaxed a little as she pushed on my chest, and she sucked my nipples. I am not so sensitive but tiny bursts of electricity ran down my spine – electricity started to leap through my body as her hands stroked purposefully around groin. I almost leapt when she grasped me fully, squeezing rhythmically, ducking quickly, sucking. My cock nearly burst when Marlene looked me in the eye; I pulled out and she understood.

Marlene, continuing to hold me, smiled secretly and moved her leg so my head could find her pussy; I already knew which moves to make it was a slow ballet. Hers was a bikini-line not a G-line and she was hairy between – thick on her perineum, long and silky-coarse. Her lightly trimmed lips were puffy and prominent; and her pinkness quite smooth except along the exposed edges where it was thick and folded and rutched: delicious looking. Hair grew almost to the bottom of the valley beside her clitoris. I brushed it aside with my tongue and nose.

She lost her rhythm as I pulled her hips down and my head up and made contact with her exposed pink and dark-brown softness. It’s hard to be slow when you can see and smell and taste such womanhood, and I was using my whole face to enjoy her. Somehow we rolled, and as I knelt and lapped at her she tried to get to my cock: I blocked her, touched her, and concentrated on finding her clitoris again; looking into her eyes as I tongue-brushed more shrubbery from her cunt.

Marlene yelled yes each time my tongue prodded around under her loose, soft foreskin, losing track of my eager stiffness; I stroked as far as I could down to her arse but she didn’t want that. She was quite insistently inarticulate, scrabbling to pull my head back up, squirming her pussy into my face trying to find my tongue. So I gave it to her, slowly but each time harder; don’t stop so I changed to slow twisting, then to quick pulsing probes. Yes! Yes! Don’t stop of please don’t … stop … don’t stop, please don’tstop …yes yes yes… I thought her two-handed grip on my cock would burst the tomato-red-shiny head, 

Music to my ears, better than a Scottish pipe-band: she pulled out at the last moment and with both hands directed my ecstatic contractions mostly onto the grass; lowered me softly, fully soft onto the blanket. Smiled, snuggled, made room for the dog; that was wonderful, thank you, thank you…eyelids droop … I was intending to visit friends tonight [snuggle, wriggle] but this is far more satisfying …sighs.

We sipped tea and talked about whatever, and Marlene looked at the pillow and raised an eyebrow. Let’s have a swim, eh? I placed the necessaries on a small sand-bank and we played, kicking splashing and kissing in knee-deep water; exploring a few metres upstream; leaning on smooth warm rocks, drinking each other’s so-overt sexuality.

When Marlene saw the bridge we stopped; bright eyes taut nipples condom in hand I knew she wasn't backing out – I’ve never had sex so soon with a man [looking me in the eye] …never! I positioned my knees carefully and kissed her softly until her eyes closed. She rolled it on expertly, approving when I tucked the wrapper into the dilly-bag. Lay back in the shade on a small patch of sand, hooked one foot on a convenient branch; looked me with an arched eye and said softly would you please fuck me!?! Right now?!? 

A pair of birds twittered about as I lowered myself toward her, howsoever you demand My Lady and kissed her. Marlene’s eyes smiled, closed and her lips softened, tongue questing, tongues entering.

Hands and fingers down my arched back, nails raising a delicious shudder that nearly caused structural collapse. Fingers to my groin, one hand around my cock the other gently but firmly pulling my balls toward her. Contact – warm and sighing – withdraw, bastard and ease gently down, in; in without stop twist or retreat, just slow wide-eyed oh-yes as she parted her lips and legs please, accepting my advance with dancing eyes and mobile-smiling mouth and face.

We both jerked as my silky skin found her tendrils, touched her inner-ness, bone pressed bone and clit between them. If we turn over, sand from your gorgeous bum will get into the works … nothing to do with missionary position conventionalism or male domination [kiss, pause, nip stubbly armpit; light bum-slap] … but if you would like to stand up we could get away without sand. She wrapped one arm around my neck and hauled mightily; we nearly lost it a couple of times if only because we were laughing, but there we were, sandless and straight up, I hope there’s no bugs in this bark … oh it’s rough …no, don’t stop …oh grasping for stronger branches, one thigh over my wrist are you coming...? I shook my head, then cancelled the signal with my eyes. Yes? Yes? Ahhh… I tightened my grips, checked my footholds; we thrust our pelvises up-and-front, watching the slow unstoppable wet pink and brown action and each other’s eyes as they widened, needed to close, Marlene’s head back, hair lashing, oh, please come … oh, please …an incoherent grunt-moan-nod – eyes and smile wide … oh, yes face contorts, arms around me and one leg; my grip holds, my rhythm and need grow. Noises, she looks, I’m still climbing that last rung, she on her last finger-tip-grip.

My eyes snap open as I reach the very tip, Marlene’s turn up and she buries her face in my throat, mewing, each hyperventilating yes with every breath and we launched down that ski-jump; looking peacefully through misty eyes as her cunt mimics my final contraction, provoking a deep spinal shiver and gasp yes, yes. Need to relax!

Puzzled frown: a standing Gordian knot? Getting down was easier but we lost that contact; sprawling oblivious to sand, seeking shade and resting, hearts quieting. Birds returning.

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