recently, and their classes together. After a half an hour or so, Rachel decided she was tired and probably should go.
“It's been fun, Brandon. Thanks for the coffee.”
“I'd like to see you again sometime, Rachel. Can I call you?”
“Sure. I'd love that. Take care.”
She got into her car and headed home, which was about five miles away down a road that had little traffic at this time of night. About two miles down the road, Rachel heard a loud “thump” and her car suddenly became difficult to handle. She realized that she had a flat right front tire and she quickly pulled over to the shoulder.
That could have been a lot worse , she thought.
Fortunately, Rachel knew how to change a tire, so it was just a matter of getting out of the car and doing it. She wasn't particularly comfortable doing it at night, but you don't get to choose when you get a flat. Making matters worse was the fact that her flashlight wasn't working.
I'll just have to fumble my way through it in the dark.
She had just finished getting the jack and spare out of the trunk when a car pulled up behind her. Rachel grew tense, as you just never know what kind of creep might pull up behind you at night under the pretense of offering “help.” She did have a small electronic zapper in her purse, and she reached into the car to get it.
Her tension eased a moment later when she realized that the driver of the other car was Brandon.
“Wow. Looks like you could use some help. Got a flat?”
“Afraid so. It just blew out. I do know how to change a tire, but help is always welcome. Do you have a flashlight? Mine isn't working”
Brandon didn't have a flashlight, so he parked his car so that the front of his car faced the front of hers. They used his headlights for light as they spent the next few minutes changing the tire. Rachel had a good spare, so in about ten minutes, Brandon had her ready to go.
They stood facing each other in between their cars.
“I can't thank you enough, Brandon. You've been a big help.”
“You're welcome. You're lucky I was driving home this way. I usually take Highway 37.”
Brandon started to turn to leave.
“Wait a minute. You've got a grease stain on your cheek. Let me wipe that off for you.” Rachel pulled a tissue out of her pocket and reached to wipe away the grease stain on Brandon's right cheek.
As she approached to wipe his cheek, their eyes met. They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. The awkward silence was broken when Brandon grabbed Rachel's hips and pulled her closer to him.
Suddenly, his lips were on hers, and she gladly received them. She'd wanted to have Brandon kiss her for months now, and she didn't care if the two of them were standing on the side of the road. They could have been standing on Mars, for all she cared. His kisses were welcome, and she greedily accepted them.
He kissed her more deeply, and his tongue entered her mouth. His manly taste had a hint of coffee to it. He pulled her closer still, and she felt her nipples harden as her breasts met his chest. She could feel herself growing wet as his hardness pressed against her.
Her entire body was responding with glee as Brandon caressed her. He gently stroked her breasts over her T-shirt and began to nibble on her neck. Her nipples stiffened ever more as he gently stimulated them. He reached into her shirt and unfastened her bra, exposing her breasts.
He delicately sucked on her nipples and Rachel cooed at the tingling sensation. She began to squirm from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure as Brandon alternately licked and sucked on each of her nipples.
He then slowly moved his hands down to her jeans, and deftly unbuttoned them and pulled down her zipper.
She wasn't wearing any panties under her jeans. She grew increasingly moist
“It's been fun, Brandon. Thanks for the coffee.”
“I'd like to see you again sometime, Rachel. Can I call you?”
“Sure. I'd love that. Take care.”
She got into her car and headed home, which was about five miles away down a road that had little traffic at this time of night. About two miles down the road, Rachel heard a loud “thump” and her car suddenly became difficult to handle. She realized that she had a flat right front tire and she quickly pulled over to the shoulder.
That could have been a lot worse , she thought.
Fortunately, Rachel knew how to change a tire, so it was just a matter of getting out of the car and doing it. She wasn't particularly comfortable doing it at night, but you don't get to choose when you get a flat. Making matters worse was the fact that her flashlight wasn't working.
I'll just have to fumble my way through it in the dark.
She had just finished getting the jack and spare out of the trunk when a car pulled up behind her. Rachel grew tense, as you just never know what kind of creep might pull up behind you at night under the pretense of offering “help.” She did have a small electronic zapper in her purse, and she reached into the car to get it.
Her tension eased a moment later when she realized that the driver of the other car was Brandon.
“Wow. Looks like you could use some help. Got a flat?”
“Afraid so. It just blew out. I do know how to change a tire, but help is always welcome. Do you have a flashlight? Mine isn't working”
Brandon didn't have a flashlight, so he parked his car so that the front of his car faced the front of hers. They used his headlights for light as they spent the next few minutes changing the tire. Rachel had a good spare, so in about ten minutes, Brandon had her ready to go.
They stood facing each other in between their cars.
“I can't thank you enough, Brandon. You've been a big help.”
“You're welcome. You're lucky I was driving home this way. I usually take Highway 37.”
Brandon started to turn to leave.
“Wait a minute. You've got a grease stain on your cheek. Let me wipe that off for you.” Rachel pulled a tissue out of her pocket and reached to wipe away the grease stain on Brandon's right cheek.
As she approached to wipe his cheek, their eyes met. They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. The awkward silence was broken when Brandon grabbed Rachel's hips and pulled her closer to him.
Suddenly, his lips were on hers, and she gladly received them. She'd wanted to have Brandon kiss her for months now, and she didn't care if the two of them were standing on the side of the road. They could have been standing on Mars, for all she cared. His kisses were welcome, and she greedily accepted them.
He kissed her more deeply, and his tongue entered her mouth. His manly taste had a hint of coffee to it. He pulled her closer still, and she felt her nipples harden as her breasts met his chest. She could feel herself growing wet as his hardness pressed against her.
Her entire body was responding with glee as Brandon caressed her. He gently stroked her breasts over her T-shirt and began to nibble on her neck. Her nipples stiffened ever more as he gently stimulated them. He reached into her shirt and unfastened her bra, exposing her breasts.
He delicately sucked on her nipples and Rachel cooed at the tingling sensation. She began to squirm from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure as Brandon alternately licked and sucked on each of her nipples.
He then slowly moved his hands down to her jeans, and deftly unbuttoned them and pulled down her zipper.
She wasn't wearing any panties under her jeans. She grew increasingly moist
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