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Knocked Up Notions | pervold | 25

 

As I absently minded walked toward home, I failed to notice to the luxury automobile that pulled up to the curb. The driver honked, breaking my dazed state as I stopped and turned to look, my eyes took in first, the expensive pristine red car. Clean and sleek with gold rims, but that quickly passed as my attention went to the driver, Strawberry blonde hair and Breasts as big as my mom's maybe bigger straining to break free from the confines of a tight white tank top.

"Hey handsome, can you help me?" she asked in a sexy pleading tone. Not one to be rude I walked over and leaned in through the window, my arms crossed resting on the door. Finishing my once over, her body isn't athletic, but not fat either. The tank top was cut short leaving her midsection exposed, her shorts hugged her curves nicely powder blue and stopping at mid-thigh. Her legs long and light skinned, without a blemish on them . Her nails where painted crimson, as were her lips. She looked like she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, which had my member at full attention, I was glad the door was was blocking that. " Sure, what's the problem?" I asked trying hard not to ogle at her tits and look her in the face. Blushing a little she stammers a bit "I've been out with some friends and I'm on my way home, but I'm lost."

The smell of alcohol hitting my nostrils, tells me she might be drunk and that's why she's lost. "Where are you heading miss?" I asked, smiling thinking just maybe I had a shot at more action today, which would be a relief, the lube is getting warm again. "Please, call me Sarah, it's silly to be formal. I need to go here and I'm not familiar with part of town." Her words had become slightly slurred. I didn't know the exact address she was looking for, but knew it was in a rich neighborhood.

I decided to be bold " my name is Max, nice to meet you Sarah." I said sincerely. "Sarah, I don't think it's safe for you to be driving, you seem to be a little tipsy." I smiled at her and her blush deepened and she replied " I feel so dumb, but would you mind driving me?" Containing myself, I said "Sure, I'd be happy too." She just doesn't know how happy.

Sarah got out of the car and slowly made her way around the front, holding on to the car for support and just as she made it to the passenger door, she tripped on her sandals, falling forward. I put my arms out to catch to her, my hands landing right on her globes. "Oh sorry." I responded, with my best fake apology before trying to remove my hands. Sarah stopped me by grabbing my wrists and keeping my hands on her tits, her nipples becoming hard. Steadying herself, standing up she looked into my eyes and said in a seductive voice "Don't be, it's nice to have a strong man helping a lady in distress."

Unwillingly I moved my hands, and put one arm around her waist and helped her into her seat. As she spilled into the car, my arm caught her top and pulled it up exposing her breasts. Her tits perfectly shaped, too perfect in fact, they must be implants. That would explain why they defy gravity so well, her pink nipples standing at attention, her shorts had also ridden up and were now bunched up in between her legs. Her crotch area seemed to be a darker shade of blue, She was getting wet. "This is good" I thought to myself.

After closing her door, I made my way around the car, taking a moment to adjust my shorts, before getting in. I looked over and Sarah had slid a little farther in her seat, her head now the only thing visible through the window. She sat there in her drunken state giggling and not bothering to cover herself. I would like nothing more than to countinue with this MILF, but not here in the car so near my house. I put the car in gear and headed in the general direction of Sarah's neighborhood, hoping she'd be sober enough to give directions once we arrived.




 

Distractions in the car? Or?

 
 

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