© 2002 Michael. All rights reserved.
I'm an ordinary guy, nothing special about me at all. Well, maybe my choice in women could set me apart from most.
It all started one rainy afternoon in Northern California as I was driving home after a party I'd attended alone the day before.
I'd stayed over at a friend's house and after a nice leisurely breakfast I headed home so that I would be back home before dark. I had to be at work the next day and wanted plenty of rest.
I was driving along Highway 1 when I first saw her. And boy, was she a vision. It had been raining all morning and the woman who stood there beside the road was drenched. Her thin silk dress was plastered to her shapely body and her raven hair was matted to her skull as if she'd been swimming.
I quickly decided that I would pick her up. It was no great decision; I mean she was a knockout. I could tell that she had a great body because her wet dress left little to the imagination, and the 4-inch high- heels she stood in made her look like a goddess.
As I pulled up to her and leaned over to push the door open she smiled at me. I was struck dumb! Her beauty was breathtaking. When she climbed into the car and the door closed I was still sitting staring.
"Hi, hunk, my name is Leila," she said. And nothing has ever been the same for me since.
We drove down the highway without speaking for a few moments. Then to my amazement this beautiful creature scooted over next to me and began to fiddle with the fly of my pants.
At first I tried to pull her hand away but she was insistent and without further struggle from me she finally popped my pants open and pushed her delicate hand deep into my open fly. I was in a some kind of zone. I knew what was happening but not how to react to it. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before.
Leila leaned forward and placed her ruby red lips on the head of my dick and began to suck me off. I could feel her hot wet tongue lapping up and down my shaft. Soon it felt like I was fucking a woman's cunt. Her lips were tightly gripping my dick and her head was bobbing up and down in my lap. I was on fire.
Just before I came I looked over and saw that she was stroking her own rigid dick. It was shaved, but it was every bit as big as mine and as I came in her mouth with loud grunts of passion I saw her dick spew hot sticky cum in an arch out onto the dashboard of my car.
Needless to say I was in shock. I pulled the car over at an over-look by the ocean. The wind was up and big fat drops of rain beat against the windshield of my car. I sat there trying to catch my breath from the best blowjob I'd ever received in my life.
Finally I was able to gasp out, "You-you're a man!"
Leila looked deeply into my eyes and moved closer, right up next to me. I could feel her firm breast pushing against me, I could felt the heat radiating from her body as she whispered, 'Nah uh.' Then she grabbed my hand and opened the car door pulling me along with her.
I wasn't sure what to do, but I let her pull me along. I kept glancing at her prefect body, legs to die for, and an hourglass waist. How could this lovely creature be a man? I kept wondering to myself. It was agonizing, she was just too beautiful. Too perfect.
Then we were slipping and sliding down a rain swept dune, down, down all the way to the deserted beach below. And without a word Leila pulled her soaked dress over her head and threw it to the wind.
I stood there looking at a beautiful woman, naked except for net stocking and a black braw. But damn, there was one marring effect with that vision. She had a massive hard on, all shiny from her previous orgasm and the rain still drenching her.
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