"What was THAT?!", you yell, a little panicked.
The car begins coughing and doesn't sound too good. "Oh no, that looks like my exhaust in the rear view! I'll have to pull over." replies Jo.
Fortunately, a lay-by is not far ahead, Jo calmly switched off the engine, turns on the indicator, puts the car in neutral and uses the car's momentum to slip in. The lay-by is wooded on both sides, so as you pull in you lose sight of the road and other traffic. It looks like a rest-stop for truckers to sleep, but being daytime, the lay-by is entirely empty.
Jo takes out her mobile and tries to call the AA, while you step outside for some fresh air. This experience rates as scary as the time you walked in on your grandparents at it in the shed! Nevertheless, you realise your penis is still semi-erect. You hear the swish of passing motorists, but cannot see the road from where you are. Jo steps out of the car.
"The guy says he'll be around an hour, something about being on his own today," says Jo, walking round the back of the car. You follow as she crouches down to look at the damage. "The bolts are completely shorn," she says. "Come and have a look."
You stand behind her and bend over to have a look.
"No, you won't see anything from there. Come here!" She grabs your hand and pulls you closer. You are now bent over her as she pulls your hand under the car to feel the bolts. Your cock stiffens entirely at her proximity and you feel it brushing against her hair as you rather awkwardly bend behind her to look. Suddenly, your finger scrapes the edge of the shorn bolt, and you gasp as it cuts.
You pull your finger away sharply, standing up as you do so. You examine your finger, and see blood seeping out of a small slice in it. It's not very deep, and will probably stop bleeding in a few minutes, but Jo insists on looking at it "in case there's metal still in it."
"It's nothing, really," you say, showing her your finger.
Still crouched, she looks intently at your digit. "Nonsense, it looks pretty bad to me." On saying this, she kisses it better, in the way that all mums are intrinsically trained to do. What she does next, however, is not part of the training. She opens her mouth seductively, sticks out her tongue a little and slides your finger down it. You sigh and she looks at you, your finger still in her mouth. She closes her mouth over the finger entirely and pushes it slowly in and out. Your cock is aching now, and you are desperate to fill Jo with your spunk. |