The Stranger

I’m fucked if I know. My head is reeling, the blood in my ears pumping as I nod toward the green Volvo not far from us.

He walks toward it, holding his hands up for the keys, and I toss them to him. He catches them expertly and unlocks the door before sliding into the driver’s seat. I get in beside him.

“Why are you driving—”

“I’m a mechanic. You broke down at the store.” He winks.

Of course he was a mechanic. I feel heat pool between my legs as he reverses out of the spot, his mannerisms making me bite my lip even harder.

He could be a fucking axe murderer, but I don’t care. As long as he fucked me first, he could chop me up after.

I begin to laugh nervously at my thoughts as he pulls into what looks like a garage. He exits the vehicle and shuts the large doors behind my car as I shakily climb out.

What am I doing?!

Once the door is secure, he walks over to me. I’m trembling slightly, but when he runs his thumb over my lips, my tongue darts out to taste him.

His eyes narrow as I begin sucking on his thumb before he replaces it with his mouth.

I gasp then, moaning into his mouth as he lifts me onto the hood of my car, his hand sneaking up to my bare breasts beneath the silky blouse I’m wearing.

“No bra,” he mutters, then he lifts my blouse as his lips swoop down to take my hardened nipple as its prisoner.

My legs part slightly as his other hand tugs at my jeans. I push them down, shocked when he peels them off and yanks down my panties after.

He removes his vest and my blouse before falling back on top of me, our lips smashing together eagerly. My hands are on his belt, which is unfamiliar yet easy to manipulate.

“I really don’t have long,” he groans as I loosen the zipper while he pushes his work pants down to release himself.

I bite my lip again as he tugs me lower to the end of the hood, the soft curve of the cool metal beneath me making me gasp.

“Then come here,” I demand, dragging his face to mine as we kiss again. It’s urgent and raw, and he moves his bare cock against my entrance.

“Please,” I beg him.

He suddenly thrusts into me, tearing me apart as he slams into me repeatedly. With his mouth on mine, he strokes my clit simultaneously.

I wrap my legs around him, the scent of oil, dirt, and sex filling the air as we fuck. I feel myself cum around him, and he shakes his head.

“You were starving. My turn.”

He flips me over, and I greedily reach down, rubbing my clit again as he fills me with his cock. His hand tugs my hair back, and my moans increase.

“You’re going to be sitting in my cum all night, do you realize that?” His voice is gruff in my ear, and he bites my shoulder slightly as I feel myself tremble again.

“Yes, do it!” I cry out, unable to believe this man is actually fucking me on the hood of my family car.

He doesn’t waste any more time, pounding into me with a few more hard thrusts before my second orgasm takes over.

When he shoots his load into me, I feel his cock kiss the neck of my womb.

The air leaves my body, and he lets out a satisfied groan, his fingers still wrapped in my hair as the pain begins to take hold.

As he pulls out, our combined juices begin to seep down my thighs. He is breathless, but my god, he is beautiful. He hands me a wad of tissues from the shelf behind him, and I clean myself up.

“You won’t get pregnant. I’ve had the snip.”

I hadn’t even considered that.

“Right. Um, thanks?” I laugh as I slide my underwear back on, and he dresses slowly beside me.

“I’d offer you round two, three, four…but I’m not that kind of husband. I’ve never cheated on my wife, and I won’t again.”

His eyes meet mine then, and as I slide my blouse back on, his gaze drops to my lips, and we are back on the hood, his hands all over me while we kiss urgently.

“Isn’t that cheating?” I ask breathlessly.

He groans and steps away, smoothing his hair back into place.

“Yes. Woman, go away. I’ve never so much as looked at another woman in years, and then you come along and—well. That’s the only time I’ve walked into a supermarket and not spent a dime.”

“Do you need a ride back to the store?” I ask as he gazes at me.

“Nah, I’m good. My son is picking me up shortly.”

I glance around before looking up at him through my lashes. He walks over to me, pressing his body against mine as he kisses me softly.

I can’t even imagine having this man as a husband. While in his arms, even for a few minutes, I felt safe and protected.

“I have to go,” I admit, and he nods.

I pause, wondering if there’s any point in exchanging names.

“Initials?” He grins, and I’m stunned he knew what I was thinking.

“No, best not. See you around, stranger.”

He smirks then, opening the doors as I see a car pull up outside. A striking young man who resembles the stranger nods at me politely, clearly assuming I’m a customer.

My stranger waves me off before turning his attention to his son as they walk back into the garage. I decide to grab takeout regardless. My husband deserves a treat, after all.

I had one.