Safe for the Night

She offered shelter. Then something much warmer and tighter.

The engine didn’t die cleanly.
It coughed, sputtered, then hissed like it wanted revenge.

Steam poured out from under the hood.

“Perfect,” I muttered.

Middle of nowhere. No service. Night creeping in.

That’s when I saw the porch light in the distance.

The door opened.

A woman stepped out back, robe tied loose, silhouette soft and full under the light.

As she came closer, I noticed everything at once; the deep brown skin, thick hips, and a chest that pulled the robe forward without apology.

She stopped a few feet away, eyes sharp but kind.

“Are you lost, sweetheart?”

“No, ma’am. Car overheated.”

Her smile softened.

“Well then,” she said, already turning, “you shouldn’t be out here alone.”

Inside, her house smelled like warmth—cinnamon, clean laundry, something floral.

The door locked behind us.

Not sharply.
Deliberately.

She touched my arm as if checking me over.

“You look shaken,” she murmured. “Sit.”

I did.

She handed me water, her tender fingers brushing against my jaw.

“So young,” she said softly. “And stranded.”

I swallowed.

“So handsome,” she said, matter-of-fact.

The air grew thick between us, both waiting for what would happen next. Whatever it might be, we were on a fast path to expressing our animalistic desires.

She pulled away first.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she said. “I’ve been alone a long time. Please forgive me.”

Her robe shifted as she sat across from me, legs crossed, neckline low. Her ginormous bosom became more visible underneath.

“God, I feel like such a creep! You have car trouble and I offer to help you, then I dump my own sexual neediness onto you.”

I didn’t hesitate.

“That’s okay,” I said. “It’s understandable. I mean, if you perhaps didn’t have - erm, uhh - sex in a while, it would be something you’d desire.”

My tumescent statement was obvious, yet I hoped it sounded intelligent.

Silence ensued. She scooted closer towards me, her hand finding my shoulder. “I see now I’m the luckiest woman alive to have found such a sweet thing outside my house. I am so grateful I asked you inside.”

By this point, my body was tingling with desire, my mind foggy. “No, I’m the one who is gratethank -- shit, I mean, grateful. I am glad you invited me to come inside you. I mean, to come inside your house.”

Silence returned, a playful smirk on her face.

“You are invited to do both,” she quipped, her eyes full of blatant lust.

To be continued for paid readers

(Next part: robe loosens, tension breaks, no more pretending)