WARNING: ADULT CONTENT, INTENDED FOR READERS 18 AND OLDER
Originally published by Running Press in More Five Minute Erotica, 2007. I took the title of the anthology literally and decided to see if I could write a quick piece of erotica in five minutes. This is the mostly unedited result.
For Rob, who was always happy to help.
Handy Man
by Betty Blue
“I sure appreciate you helping me out with the flat,” she said, reaching into her pocket. “I’d like to give you something for your trouble.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it,” said Rob with a grin. “I’m happy to help any way I can.”
He’d been on the road since five o’clock this morning hauling a load of industrial cable from Stockton to Bakersfield when he’d seen her on the shoulder of I-5 trying to change the tire with a flimsy jack. He was never one to pass up a damsel in distress, and to be fair, he really needed to get out and stretch his legs. Besides, he had a large, sturdy jack, and he didn’t mind using it.
“Keep your money,” he protested as she dug into her pocket.
But instead of money, she pulled out a Gold Coin condom. She smiled and pulled her strawberry curls away from her face. “Hold this,” she said.
She shoved the foil wrapped condom into his hand and dropped to her knees, deftly slipping open his belt and his fly.
“Hey,” Rob protested. “You don’t have to do that.” But the redhead was already taking his cock in her mouth, and there was no point in pretending he wasn’t interested; the evidence in front of him was rock solid. She sucked him greedily, using her hands against his jean-clad ass to pull him in deeper, her back pressed against the fender of her car. Rob closed his eyes with a groan, not caring about the cars that might drive by while he got his dick sucked on the side of the road.
While she worked, he flipped open the Gold Coin, and after a minute or two, he stroked his fingers through her hair and pulled her head slowly back. She released him with a small whimper of protest, quickly silenced as Rob unrolled the condom onto his dripping cock, turned her around, and draped her over the hood of the car. She gasped as he jerked her pants down around her ankles and pressed his cock between her legs, stroking her clit with the head. It seemed the decent thing to do, since he couldn’t use his fingers after changing her tire.
Rob slipped his hands up under her shirt and over her bra—just a little something to brace himself—and she arched back against him. He nudged her bra down from one breast and closed his hand over the firm, warm flesh, letting the taut nipple tickle his palm. If it was possible, his cock had grown even harder.
She moaned as he teased her, bringing the head just between her lips and pressing her lightly, then pulling away to stroke it slowly up against her clit some more. She was squirming and whimpering when he finally drove himself in, nestling deep into her wet, warm cunt. He pulled the other cup of her bra away and freed the other breast, clutching her tighter, and she arched forward against his hands, bringing her feet just off the ground so that only his hands and his cock supported her.
He fucked her hard, bouncing against her ass like a well-oiled two-stroke diesel engine. “Oh, fuck, yeah!” she gasped, her nails scraping against steel as she grasped the car’s hood. Stamina had never been one of his problems, and he pounded her until she was writhing and breathing in shallow gasps, her nipples rock-hard and rubbing against his palms. At last she squealed and pressed back into him, heels digging into the tarmac as she came, and he pulled her against his jeans, fucking her just a little bit faster. She squealed louder when he let out a shout and shot into her cunt against the condom as her own orgasm waned.
It was only five minutes on the side of the road, but it was a good afternoon’s work.
Rob hopped back into the cab of his truck as the redhead drove away, smiling to himself as he headed back onto the highway. He had only gone a few miles when he saw another motorist stranded on the shoulder. Rob shrugged and pulled over ahead of the pickup. It was the friendly thing to do.
He watched in the rearview mirror as the driver jogged over to meet him, well built but slender, a crisp, white t-shirt hugging his pecks snugly. The guy tucked his hands into the back pocket of his jeans with a grateful grin as Rob hopped down from the cab.
“I really appreciate your stopping to help me out,” he said.
Rob smiled. “Hey, no problem. I’m happy to help any way I can.”