22 November 2006
Chapter 1

Copyright© 2016 by Mustang

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - On the first day of this series, Dan Hayward returns to the intersection where a tragic car accident three years ago, killed his beloved wife, Laura. Little did he know that fate was about to change his life forever. Dan reconnects with a lost love and has the opportunity live and love again. "Where did you get this?!" she demanded sharply. "Only one other person has this picture!" Vicky looked to her right at Dan standing with his back to the wall. "From him..."

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   BiSexual   Fiction   Humor   Tear Jerker   Cream Pie   Oral Sex  

The weather had been quite cold for the small city of Trenton in southern Ontario for this time of year, and Dan Hayward was already using his outdoor swimming pool as a skating rink. The heavy snow continued to fall as Dan walked past the last two houses on Station Street to his parked car. He enjoyed walking along this street and others in the area of older homes, no matter what time of year it was. The land was nice and flat compared to the hilly area where he lived.

A road construction detour, last November had put him on this usually quiet street, and now Dan considered Station Street to be the most beautiful street in town, next to his. Each home was the old-fashioned, stately, two-story design that he liked. Many of the homes were decorated with Christmas lights, taking advantage of the early winter, with each house looking as if it came right out of a magazine.

He let out a sigh of contentment as he cleared the snow off his 2006 yellow Mustang GT. He sometimes regretted buying a standard shift car, but the throaty rumble sound he gets from his modified muscle car made it worthwhile. Besides, the horsepower of the red beast sitting in his garage made summer driving more enjoyable.

“Practice what you preach,” he said as he bared the metal of his car to the early evening. This amount of snow for late November was unusual, and winter was still over a month away. Dan felt good that he put four snow tires on his trusted steed last weekend.

Dan Hayward’s six-foot height allowed him to clear the snow from the roof. At fifty-two, he was in good shape for his age. He enjoyed playing recreational hockey, took Tai Kwon Do lessons, did a little woodworking, and did some bowling in his spare time, but was missing female companionship. Dan had retired from the military after twenty-seven years and was now working as a bus driver for Metro Transit.

His dark brown hair was slightly greying at the temples, and his laugh lines were set in a little deeper now, framing his hazel green eyes. At his age, he still receives compliments about his looks and how he strongly resembles a forty-year-old Tom Hanks from his movies, Saving Private Ryan and You’ve Got Mail.

He was thankful the weather was clear this morning when he visited his wife’s gravesite. He had thought of going Christmas shopping after work for his three grandkids and grandson, but with the snow that had already fallen, he decided to go home, heat some leftovers, do some woodworking, and watch the hockey game on TV. He had only one more stop to make, to visit the two crosses, before heading home.


Dan turned right onto Jackson Boulevard, a busy four-lane road, and drove two blocks to the intersection of Jackson and Kent. He parked his car at Anderson’s variety store and turned off his car. In the silence, he could hear the beginning of ice pellets hitting the car, just as had been predicted. Dan leaned his head against his hands on the steering wheel, pushing his ball cap backward. Sorrow replaced the happiness of walking on Station Street.

November 22nd is widely remembered as the anniversary of President Kennedy’s assassination. It is the same day three years ago that his beloved wife, Laura, was killed at this very intersection. He can still recall the newspaper article about the accident in his mind as tears well in his eyes.

A tractor-trailer driver had missed a stop sign and collided with another tractor-trailer travelling on Jackson. The driver lost control, and the rig tipped over, landing on Laura’s car as she waited at a red light. The weight of the steel cargo crushed her car, instantly killing her and their dog Max. Laura had taken Max to the vet for his annual check-up and shots and was returning home. The accident also killed the man who was sitting in his car alongside Laura’s.

The truck that caused the first collision was determined to have faulty brakes. The trucking company had been fined before for similar infractions, and the monetary settlement for Dan’s out-of-court lawsuit settlement did little to make up for the loss of his beloved Laura. Tears freely flowed as Dan grieved once more for the loss of the love of his life. There was only one other woman Dan loved as much as Laura, but he had lost contact with her about five years ago.

Dan’s grief was interrupted by the blaring of a car horn, followed by the unmistakable sound of metal hitting metal. The last thing he heard was the scream of a woman cut short. Dan looked through the windshield and saw cars braking, desperately trying to stop on the slippery, snowy road. He got out of his car and ran to the street. He looked to his right and saw the accident scene.

He ran carefully on the slick road to the crumpled car sitting in the middle of the intersection. He noticed the hood and fenders of the Ford Fusion were crushed in, and steam was rising from the punctured radiator. The other vehicle, a Chrysler minivan, was on the other side of the intersection, its left rear suspended high on a snowbank.

Several people had already gathered around the first car as Dan approached. “Has anyone called 911?” He asked, peering in the driver’s window.

“I am right now,” a woman replied, holding a cell phone to her right ear.

A man pulled on the driver’s door, but it wouldn’t open. “Ma’am, unlock your car!” Dan yelled at her. She unlocked the door, and the man opened it. The airbags had deployed to cushion the impact, and her crying mixed with hysterical laughter.

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. My baby was crying because she had dropped her bottle, and I was trying to pick it up off the floor and give it to her,” she explained. “It took the crash for her to finally be quiet,” she added, laughing and crying together.

“That’s okay ma’am; the reason why isn’t important right now,” Dan replied. “I know first aid, and I’m here to help you until the paramedics arrive.”

“The dispatcher says the ambulances will be here as soon as they can. The snow has really made it difficult to get around,” the woman said to Dan, closing her cell phone.

“Are you hurt?” Dan asked, reaching over and shutting off the car’s ignition.

“My head hurts, and my neck too,” she complained, placing her right hand behind her neck. “My stomach and right shin hurt too.”

He thought the tightening of the seatbelt during the collision could have injured her. “My name is Dan, what’s yours?”

“I’m Sarah.”

“Hi Sarah, you’ll be alright,” he said, trying to calm her.

Dan glanced behind the driver’s seat and looked at the baby. She was about a year old and sat quietly, looking curiously at all the strangers around her.

Dan peered through the passenger window across the intersection and saw the other driver getting out of her minivan. “Does anyone here know first aid?” He asked.

“I know a little,” a man answered, slightly raising his hand.

“What’s your name?”

“Bob.”

“Bob, can you go over and see how the driver of the minivan is?” Dan gestured with his head.

“Sure.”

“If anyone has a car parked close by, can you please move it so the police and paramedics can get in? I need you and you to keep the traffic going, so the road isn’t blocked.” Dan pointed, and the two men moved off quickly.

Dan’s years of military experience were evident as he took control of the accident scene until the police could arrive. Over the years, he had taken many first-aid courses. This was the first time he used his skills at a real accident scene. He could feel the thumping of his heart as he took several deep breaths, trying to calm down.

“Can you get in the back seat and sit with the baby until help arrives?” He asked another woman. Dan moved to the back seat behind the driver and gently held her head in place. “Okay, just stay like that,” he said, placing his hands on the sides of her head.

The woman helper gave the baby bottle to the girl and started talking to her. “Do you have any allergies or medical problems, Sarah?”

“No, I don’t.”

“What’s your baby’s name?”

“Cathy.”

“That’s a nice name. My daughter’s name is Cathy.”

The driver of the minivan was inspecting the damage to her vehicle when she let out a loud shriek. “Help, help over here!” The woman yelled.

Bob dashed around the back of the van, the woman pointing down at the sidewalk. “My van must have hit her when I spun out from the collision,” she said, beginning to sob. The man bent down and quickly observed the woman lying on the ground, then ran back to Dan.

“What is it?” Dan asked as Bob returned.

He whispered in Dan’s left ear, “The mini-van must have struck a woman on the sidewalk. I think she might be dead.”

“Here, you hold Sarah’s head just like this, and I’ll check it out.”

“What’s wrong?” Sarah asked, looking worried.

“I’m just going to check on the driver of the other vehicle, that’s all,” Dan replied, not wanting to upset her even more. As Dan got out of the back seat, he bumped into the woman who had called 911. She could read the concern on Dan’s face.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, starting to follow Dan across the intersection. Dan took the woman’s hand in his to keep her from falling.

“Hi, I’m Vicky,” she smiled.

“Hi, I’m Dan.” Vicky’s long brown and blonde hair flowed out the sides of her hood as she held on tight to Dan’s hand for balance.

“How many ambulances did they say they were sending?” Dan asked Vicky as they ran across the intersection.

“Two.”

“You’d better call them back to send another ambulance.” He approached the other driver, who was standing in a driveway.


Dan noticed a woman in a light blue coat lying face-up on the sidewalk. He quickly knelt by her and began to assess her condition. He noticed she was unconscious and gently brushed her blonde hair away from her face to reveal her features. He saw several scrapes and a small cut on her right cheek.

He looked at her, wrinkled his brow, and said, “Doris, is that you, Doris?” He was sure this was the same woman he often saw walking her dog on his bus route. He didn’t know her real name, so he nicknamed her Doris because her blond hairstyle and facial features reminded him of the actress Doris Day.

Dan quickly said the ABCs of first aid, airway, breathing, and circulation. He couldn’t tell if Doris was breathing and leaned over, putting his right ear to her mouth. At the same time, Dan felt her left wrist for a pulse. Was it her pulse he felt or was it his own, heightened by adrenaline? Dan pressed two fingers to her neck and was sure he felt a faint pulse. He opened her coat to her stomach to see if there was any movement. She wasn’t breathing. How long had she gone without a breath, three minutes, maybe four?

“They’re sending a third ambulance,” Vicky said nervously to Dan, while still on the phone with the 911 operator. “They’ll be about another ten minutes. The roads are bad, and there’s another accident slowing them down.

“Tell them she isn’t breathing and doesn’t have ten minutes!” Dan exclaimed.

He didn’t have time to check her for a neck injury and tilted her head back to see if that opened her airway, but nothing happened. He could feel his heart pounding as he pinched off her nose, pulled out on her chin, and opened her mouth. Dan formed a seal with his lips and blew a breath into her mouth. The air was immediately pushed back out.

“What the heck did I do wrong?” He said it aloud and repeated the steps. The air came back out again. “Stupid, you forgot to check her mouth for anything in the way!” He muttered at his mistake.

Dan opened Doris’s mouth, peering into the darkness. All her teeth seemed to be in place, so no dentures. “I can’t see her tongue,” he said, squinting his eyes as if that would let him see better. He got an idea and fumbled in his pocket, taking out his cell phone. He opened it and shone the blue light into Doris’s mouth. “Oh my god, she swallowed her tongue!” He cried loudly, putting his phone away.

Dan and Vicky were oblivious to the small crowd of onlookers that had gathered.

Vicky repeated Dan’s comment to the operator, “They said to try the Heimlich maneuver.” The 911 operator’s message was relayed to her.

“I don’t think I can get her into a position to do that!” Dan looked for signs of a medical alert bracelet on Doris’ wrists and neck, in case she had a medical condition. He didn’t find anything but noticed that her left hand was bare and the right one had on a blue glove.

“Try giving her five sharp blows between the shoulder blades,” Vicky was told by the 911 operator.

Dan turned Doris onto her left side. He used the heel of his right hand to give her the five needed blows between her shoulder blades as best he could. There was no response from her. Dan rolled her onto her back, opened her mouth as far as he could, and inserted his left forefinger.

“Please forgive me if I hurt you,” he said, trying to grab her tongue. Her tongue was slippery and difficult to grasp. Thinking he had to hold it, Dan pinched two fingers together and pulled back. He had a small portion of her tongue, but it slipped from his grip. Dan pushed his fingers deeper into Doris’s mouth, pinched her tongue, and pulled back. Success! Doris’s tongue fell into place.

Dan quickly put his mouth to Doris’ and, pinching her nose, blew a breath into her. He released and watched her chest just as he was taught. Doris’ chest rose and fell as Dan felt her breath against her right ear. Dan put his two right forefingers under the base of her jaw to detect any pulse.

Was that her pulse or his? He didn’t know. He repeated his actions, watching her closely. Doris’ airway was open, but she wasn’t breathing. Dan put his left ear to her chest. He couldn’t hear a heartbeat. He marked his spot with crossed hands and began performing chest compressions on her.

“One, two, three...” he began counting, her chest collapsing under his weight. Vicky watched earnestly as Dan attempted to save this unfortunate woman. “ ... Twenty-nine, thirty!” He gave Doris another two breaths. “Come on, Doris!” Dan yelled, urging her to breathe. He checked her pulse. He couldn’t tell if it was her pulse or hers on his fingertips.

He did another round of chest compressions, followed by another two breaths. Virtually out of breath, he heard a garbled gasp, followed by Doris heaving, coughing, and then throwing up. He tilted her head away as she threw up again.

“That’s gross,” Vicky said, wrinkling her brow.

“It may be gross, but it means she has her gag reflex back,” Dan explained.

“She’s breathing!” She yelled into the phone. “He’s got her breathing again!” Vicky exclaimed.

“She’s breathing but still unconscious,” Dan observed, and she told the operator.


Dan straightened up on his knees and took several deep breaths. He couldn’t help but notice Vicky standing across from him. She was wearing black loafer shoes and had long, slender legs covered in dark pantyhose. Her skirt or dress must have been the same length as her coat or shorter. Her legs met the hem of her brown coat halfway between her knees and thighs. Her coat had fur around the hem, cuffs, and hood.

The bulge in the front of her coat hinted that Vicky had a decent-sized chest on her. She brushed her hair away from her face, revealing features that appeared beautiful even in the evening streetlights. Vicky would either put her bare hands in her pockets for warmth or hug herself. She and Dan exchanged glances as she tried to keep warm.

Dan reached into his coat pocket, taking out his car keys. “Can you do me a favour?” Looking up at Vicky, he inquired.

“Sure, anything you want,” she replied, meeting his eyes.

“Can you go to the yellow Mustang parked around the corner and get me a blanket out of the trunk?” Dan inquired, handing her his car keys.

“I’d be happy to help you any way I can.”

“Maybe you should grab another blanket for yourself. You look cold, and those beautiful legs of yours must be freezing,” he said, looking at her legs once again.

She leaned over and spoke quietly so that no one else could hear her. “I’d sooner have a man with nice, hot hands rubbing my legs to keep them warm.” “God I can’t believe I said that,” she said to herself. Vicky took the keys and hurried to Dan’s car, smiling that he had at least noticed her legs. In the meantime, Dan took off his coat and covered Doris.

He watched Vicky walk away towards his car, raising his eyebrows in approval. She was feeling more drawn to Dan by the minute. Maybe it was how he took control of the accident scene and was helping the woman on the ground, yet still showed concern for her. Vicky’s comment to him about rubbing her legs was a bit bold considering the circumstances, but she was glad she’d said it to him.

Vicky hadn’t been fucked in about three months, which must be a personal record without sex for her. The clothing store she had recently opened was taking up a lot of her time. She had noticed the ring on Dan’s left hand, which signalled that he was married. Vicky wasn’t fussy about who she fucked, married men or singles.

Vicky grabbed just one blanket from the car and returned to Dan, handing it to him. He replaced his coat with the blanket, and Vicky stooped down to help him tuck it around the woman’s body.

Dan couldn’t help but look at Vicky; close-up, she was quite beautiful. He looked at her knees bent slightly apart, peering at the darkness between them. Their eyes made contact again, and she smiled at him.

“Your legs must be frozen by now,” he said, admiring them once again.

“Maybe you could use some of your first aid on me to warm them up,” she replied with a sexy smile. “God did that ever sound corny,” she said, regretting her comment.

“No, it wasn’t; I’m very flattered,” he smiled.

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