Here is a fictional story based on a recent dream. I hope you all enjoy....
On a whim, I decided to stop by the county library to see if there were any books of interest in their new release section. To my surprise, there were a few, to which I collected and sat down at a table to skim through before making my single final pick.
After a few minutes a nicely dressed woman in her 40's walked past, pulled out a chair at the table in front of me and took a seat with her back facing me. After a few minutes of looking through the books, I looked up at the woman dressed in a black skirt, shirt & sweater set, nude nylons and black flats and noticed she was sitting with her legs crossed at her ankles. At that same moment she began flexing her feet which caused the backs of her black flats to slip off her silky nylon clad heels. I quickly became entranced by her shoe dangling and heel popping off and on her feet as she toyed with her shoes. After about 5 minutes she got up, gathered her belongings and went to the media checkout right next to where I was sitting. As she stood there waiting to check out, the show continued as she slid her right foot in and out of her loose fitting low cut shoe which displayed an ample amount of toe cleavage. At this point I was able to fully see her gorgeous feet close up, including her pretty toes painted a deep red which were easily visible through her sheer hosiery.
After she checked out and disappeared behind me, I also gathered up my belongings and was promptly on my way after checking out my new book.
Before I exited the building, I stopped for a drink at a water fountain next to the doors leading out to the parking lot. As I drank, I noticed a faint sound of what sounded like a car cranking? I stopped drinking and looked out the doors only seeing my old truck and a new Honda Civic. Again I heard a strong steady cranking sound.... A sound clearly from a domestic brand from another era.
I pushed open the library door and walked two steps before I was instantly struck by a faint but familiar smell of raw gas that was now present in the warm air. I walked slowly toward my truck while slowly scanning the parking lot to find the origin of the sounds and smell. To my immediate left, three spaces over from the library doors was a white early 80's Chrysler Fifth Avenue with what seemed to be a red interior. To my surprise, the person behind the wheel was the nicely dressed woman from inside. She immediately looked up at me and released the ignition key as the starter motor spun down. Our eyes only met for a couple of seconds, but I immediately found her attractive. Even behind glasses, her bright blue eyes stood out as well as her V-neck blouse showing a hint of cleavage. Her brown hair, short with length biased to one side was very professional and only made her look even more polished.
With a look of embarrassment, her eyes fell back toward her interior dash. I took that as a clue to not intervene and continued to slowly walk toward my truck and climbed in.
My heart was already racing, thinking about what was unfolding right in front of me..... A real deal damsel in distress, dressed nicely and in an old car having a real mechanical problem. A really rare, real life experience with nothing staged or rigged... Now, what to do???
I was parked three rows away, and three parking spots over from where the old Chrysler sat quiet. Our vehicles where facing opposite directions, so I was able to easily readjust my rear view mirror to see an angled view of the entire drivers side of her temperamental car. I no sooner adjusted the mirror when the cranking started again...
I was pleasantly stunned that she held the key for 10-15 seconds at a time, pause for 5 seconds allowing the starter to wind down before the next attempt. From the distance I can see her head bob up and down ever so slightly... A telltale sign she was pumping the gas pedal. The car would occasionally sputter and nearly catch which caused her to pump with slightly more vigor.
From my vantage point, I couldn't see how she pumped the gas pedal but based on what I saw in the library, my mind began to wonder... Were her shoes slipping off her heels as she pumped? Did she kick them off entirely and was she pumping that pedal in her gorgeous stocking feet? Between the starter motor fluttering and teasing and my mind wondering, I quickly became very aroused!
Five minutes into this voyouristic show, I was pleasantly stunned yet again as the starter motor wound down, the drivers side door swung open. I could see her reach down into the drivers side footwell and grab her shoes from the floor, tossing them to her right. She fanned herself with her left hand before she made a brief call on her mobile phone.
It was a warm afternoon and things we're heating up in my truck as well. I was so turned on and beginning to wonder how much more I could take? I was nervous and slightly paranoid that either the struggling woman or another passerby would ask what I was doing?
With my focus back to her car she leaned forward and the cranking sound began yet again with the drivers side door now wide open. She occasionally pumped the gas pedal 3 or 4 pumps at a time. Her body slightly bounced with each thrust of her stocking foot into the pedal. Her skirt was now well above her knees and the sunlight hit her legs just perfectly, giving them a warm shiny glow. She must have figured out that when she pinned the accelerator to the floor, that the car responded with more sputtering and sounded more like catching. She paused again.
I had reached my limit watching this show and my swollen member was now dripping precum into the front of my ever tightening khakis. One more scan of the parking lot for passersby.... No one in sight other than this sexy woman behind the wheel. It was time to take the situation into my own hands. I unbuckled my pants and freed my manhood from my boxer briefs.
Just then the woman leaned forward and again the starter motor whirled. A couple of seconds of cranking were soon followed with her rhythmic pumping and holding. I began stroking myself in sync with every thrust of her foot into the gas pedal..... The engine coughed and teased.... Oh so close! I noticed her make a final stomp of her stocking foot into the accelerator, pinning it to the floor with so much force, that it pushed her body hard into her seat.
With her foot pinned, the engine began to catch, cough and run very rough. Ahhhhhh!!! I finally had release... A release like I've never before experienced watching a woman struggling behind the wheel.
Her foot feathered the accelerator until the engine popped and cleared out the extra fuel and began running reasonably smooth. She gave it a few hard revs before she pulled her door shut.
As she put her car into reverse and slowly backed up, I hoped she didn't notice me STILL sitting there in my truck....... Red faced, sweating, breathing heavy and now looking to use every spare fast food napkin at my disposal.
For the record, I don't condone this creepy, stalker like behavior. Full disclosure... It was actually my lovely wife who was the damsel in distress in the dream. She read this story this morning before I posted it. -Nylonppfan