My name is John Mills, I'm six foot and three inches tall. I guess I weigh around two hundred pounds. I have dark brown hair that's getting a lot of gray on the sides, I just turned 45 years old.
Four months ago, I found out my 'soon to be' ex-wife had been taking birth control pills from the first day we had been married. One of my biggest dreams was, to have kids. Lots of them, her dreams didn't include them.
I guess you could say I had one of the most boring lives on the face of the earth. I'm an auto mechanic and I work from an old barn that sits on the far end of my property.
It was nothing for me to work 12 to 16 hours a day, seven days a week. Hell, I had nothing to go home to. An empty house, no wife, no kids and no pets.
One day last June my life turned upside down. I was replacing a fuel pump on a new car, a spark hit the gas line and 'puff' my hands and arms went up in flames.
"How long will I have to keep this shit on my hands Doc?" I ask the doctor, while looking a the massive bandages on my hands. My hands looked like two white basketballs. How was I going to eat, wash and most important, piss?
With a surprised look on his face he replied, "Shit? That is the best job of wrapping burns, I have ever done. And... they will not come off until four to six weeks, Sir."
'Oh fuck, I pissed off the doctor.' I thought.
I made my way out to my truck, " Yeah right, how do I fuckin' drive?" and I kicked the side of my fully restored 1930 Ford pickup.
I heard a little giggle, so, I turned to see who was the 'smart ass' laughing at me, "Looks like you are having a very, bad day." Her English accent sounded so sweet as she sat on the curb.
I held out my hands, A very bad day, if I must say so."
"Do you have anybody I could... help you call?" She ask.
I thought for a few seconds, heck all the years living in Macon, Georgia, I didn't have any real friends, "Not really, I guess... I'm on my own."
She stood up from the street curb, it was the first time I got a good look at her. She was 18, maybe 19 years old. I'd say she stood about five foot, four inches tall. And had a very slender and toned body.
'My GOD, ' I thought, 'she is beautiful.'
Her long 'Honey' colored hair went to her thin, very sexy and bare tummy. I also saw she had a very deep 'belly button'. She was wearing one of those little half shirts.
Her eyes were a light shade of green and very soft. The kind of eyes you could look at all day.
Her skin reminded me of a white rose, very soft and so delicate. I guess it was from living in England, I've heard they don't get much sun there.
"Your in a real... 'pickle'," She said, looking at my hands, " I could help you drive home. How far is it from here?"
"Shit, real far. You waiting for the afternoon bus?"
"Yes, I think I'm finished seeing Georgia, it's not been very kind to me." She said, with a sad face.
"Why is that?"
"I got held up last week, the week before that someone took my sleeping bag," she paused to catch her breath, " shall I go on.?"
"You poor thing, you had anything to eat or drink?"
"I've been living on hand outs, mostly."
I tried to scratch my head, " Can you drive a stick shift?"
"Sure, but, I'll miss my bus." She said with a worried voice.
"You help me get home, I can feed you, give you a new sleeping bag and I'll throw in some cash for you." I told her.
She got a funny look on her pretty young face, " I... don't know."
"Look if you're worried about me bein' a pervert, don't. And besides look at me." I held my hands out, again.
"Well... O.K. oh, by the way I'm, Emma," Her tiny hand reached to mine," nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you Emma, I'm John, John Mills," I looked around to see if she had any suit cases," do you have any bags or things?"
"Oh... yes. I have to go in and them before the bus comes... And I need to use the ladies room."
I got a funny look on my face, " What's wrong John." Emma ask.
"I could use the men's room but..." My hands, how could I?
Emma's face got a pink glow, " Oh my... What are we going to do?"
"I guess I can wait until we get to my place."
"You sure, John? We can figure something out," Emma's face got more pink, as she talked, " follow me, I think the 'can' is 'round back."
The restroom was around the back of the old bus station. As we stood there, little Emma's mind raced, ' How can I help this poor, very handsome man... Very, very, handsome man, Piss?'
"O.K. nobody is here," She pushed me inside, " this will be a... um... um... first for me."
Her little hands moved to my zipper, down it went, " I feel so hot, now." Her poor face was as red as a tomato.
She reached inside my pants, feeling for my cock, " OH MY LORD," Emma yelled, her hands pulled it out, " are you part horse?"
"No, not that I know of. Could you point it to the toilet?" Emma stood, looking at my cock, holding it gently in her hands, " Oh... Yes. Sorry."
She held it while I pissed, that was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life, not get hard while this beautiful girl helped me. Her warm hands held me so soft, so caring.
' This thing looks like it belongs under a fine horse. Well, it also looks good on you, John, ' Emma thought, ' my new friend John, what are you going to do? No friends, no wife, I think. All alone. Like me.'
I had finished, " Do I... Shake it or something?" Emma ask.
"Um... yes, just a little."
' If you do it to much, I'll get hard as hell," I thought, ' you'll run away and I'll have to find another ride home, and worst of all, I'll miss out on getting to know a very sweet girl.'
Emma drove my antique truck like a pro, " Where did you learn to drive so good?" I ask.
I watched her small, round mouth, as she spoke, " My Daddy, has three old heaps on our farm, old trucks. I must say, this is a fine one you have here."
"I did all the work myself. I found it in an old barn and it only cost me 50 dollars. Well... Really about ten grand when I got it finished.
"That's a real pocket full of cash," Emma turned to smile at me, that's when I really saw her beauty, " may I ask you something?"
"Sure, anything you like." ' Ask me if I like young girls, ask if I like young girls, from England.' she thought.
"You have no wife? No children? Nobody?" She ask, with a sad face.
"My wife and I broke up about 4, 5 months ago."
"May I ask why?"
"I found out she had been lying to me for 20 years, saying she couldn't have kids. Come to find out, she was taking birth control pills the whole time. She hated the idea of having kids. I wanted as many as I could get."
With a sad face and her bottom lip stuck out, she replied, " Oh what a crying shame," she patted my arm, " Well, I must say, you're a very handsome man, that won't have any problems finding a willing lady and I'm sure you can still have children." ' Do you like young ladies? I would be willing to try, ' Emma thought to herself, ' you're so sexy, that cock you have mite, spilt me in two but, I'd mend, I'm young.'
"Thank you, I work so much, I don't know anybody," I pointed my hand, " we turn at that gravel road. This is home."
"Oh it's absolutely wonderful. How much acreage do you have?" Emma's green eyes looked every where, as we drove up my road, " with so much land, do you own any horses?"
"No, nothing, just me."
She pulled the truck in front of my house, hell I couldn't even get the door open, " Here let me help you with that, John," She pulled the door open, " this is just so nice."
Emma turned away from me, then I saw how what a great little ass she had. ' How did you ever get that sweet ass so tight?' I thought.
"Let's get inside, so you can wash up and we can start dinner." I said.
"I would die for a steamy, hot bath," Emma said, with a smile, " it's been a while."
"Anything for my new, friend."
We made our way into my house, Emma had unlock and open the door. I was helpless. ' What in hell am I going to do when this girl leaves?' My mind raced.
"Well, lets start dinner, then you can have your hot bath and I can take a nap."
"That sounds good to me, do you know how to cook? I'm just terrible in the kitchen." Emma smiled.
As I told her what to do, I ask her, " How in the heck did you get to Georgia, from England?"
"I met what I thought, was a nice man that had a big horse farm in New York. That wanted to train me to be a manager. When I get to his house, come to find out, he had lied about everything. No horses, nothing."
She went on talking, " My Mum and Dad went to Africa for the summer. So, I just figured I would see the USA, then all the bad things happened to me."
"That's to bad, I'm glad we can help each other. One thing before you get in your bath..."
"Emma's face started to get that pink glow, " You need to... Go again?" ' Oh yes, I get to hold that wonderful piece of meat again.' Emma thought.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I really need to think of ways to do things. You won't be here to help me forever."
"While I'm here, all you do is ask, OK?" Emma said, hugging me.
I stood in front of the can, Emma unzipped me, her dainty hands found my cock. She gently pulled it out. Holding it in the palm of one hand, while the other rested on top of it.
' Don't get hard, don't get hard.' My mind told my cock.
I watched Emma as she held me in her hands. She gazed at my size. The poor, sweet girl, most likely had never done anything like this before.
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