Washed out Road

The rain was pounding his windshield so hard Jake struggled to see through it. The fact that dusk was falling didn’t help. Bringing his pickup to a stop, he rolled down his window and peered ahead. Gods! Serendipity had likely saved him from a possible catastrophe. Not twenty feet ahead water was pouring off the hillside, washing across the road. It wasn’t unheard of in these mountain passes to have a car get washed off the road, down the hillside, and into the river.

The flow looked only a few inches deep, surely not enough to sweep his heavy truck away. Backing up, he put the truck into low gear, revved up the engine, gunned the throttle, and plowed into the streaming water. Halfway through the truck fishtailed, but his tall tires took hold, and moments later he was across the wash onto pavement again.

He was about to roll his window up when a flash of light caught his eye. Squinting through the rain, he looked closer. Gods! It was a woman waving a flashlight out the window of a car. Her Volkswagen Bug was hung up on a boulder several feet off the highway. Water was streaming past it on either side. Apparently, her much smaller car lacked sufficient weight to make it across that dangerous wash.

Turning his truck so that its headlights were aimed right at her, he climbed out and grabbed the thirty-foot long heavy-duty rope he kept in his toolbox. Tying one end around a sturdy tree, he made his way down the hillside toward the damsel in distress.

“Oh, God! Please help me!” came her frightened cry once he was in earshot.

“I will,” he assured her. “But first things first. We need to keep your car from sliding down the hill.” Looping the rope around her rear bumper, he tied it off, securing it. Fortunately, the water wasn’t high enough to flow into her car. “OK, your turn now. I want you to very carefully open your door without making any unnecessary movements.”

“OK,” she whimpered, slowly opening it.

“That’s far enough,” he said once it was sufficiently open for her to climb out. Grabbing hold of the backdoor’s handle, he reached for her. “Take hold of my wrist and grip it. I’ll do the same to you.”

“What if I slip?”

“You won’t fall once I have hold of you. Now grab my hand.”

She reached out, only to jerk her hand back. “You’re too far away!”

Choosing his footing carefully, he edged a foot or two closer. “Now try it.”

This time she managed it. “Please don’t let go!” she pleaded, as each gripped the other’s wrist.

“I won’t. Now step out of the car and walk toward me. When you’re close enough, grab hold of the rear door handle.”

Sobbing, she did as he'd instructed. “You’re doing great. Now grab hold of that rope. Hold on with both hands.” Again, she followed his instructions. “You’re doing fantastic,” he encouraged, grabbing hold of the back of her shirt.

“My purse!” she squawked. “I left it on the front seat.”

Damned women and their purses. “You worry about getting to safety and let me worry about your purse.”

It took some doing, but walking up the rope, they managed to climb their way to safety. He even managed to return to the car and retrieve her purse and flashlight without getting himself killed.

“What of my car?”

“That rope should hold it until the rain lets up. We can come back with a tow truck and retrieve it later. For now, let’s get out of this cursed rain.”

Both were drenched to the bone by the time they reached his truck. Starting the engine, he turned the heater on full blast. Still, she couldn’t stop shivering. “How long were you stranded out there?”

“It seemed forever! At least half an hour.” She grabbed his hand. “How can I ever thank you enough?”

It was the first time he’d examined her up close. She looked to be in her early twenties, a few years younger than him. And wow, she was a looker. Assuming of course you ignored the wet, stringy hair clinging to her forehead and cheeks. Aside from that, with her green eyes and dark auburn hair, she looked as if she’d stepped out of a fashion magazine. “I’m Jake,” he said, offering his hand.

“Mary Belle. Two words, not one,” she said, shaking.

Her double first name and her sexy drawl hinted she was a southern lady. “Let me guess. You’re from Georgia?”

She laughed. “Never a Bulldog. I’m a Cajun girl, born and bred in Luzianna.”

She’d pronounced it Luzianna, not Louisiana. Yes, most definitely a Southern Belle. “Let’s see if we can find civilization,” he said, putting the truck in gear. “I saw you had California plates. Where do you live?”

“A few miles south of San Jose. What about you?”

“Up north, just outside of Portland.”

Their ensuing friendly chatter was suddenly disturbed by a dashboard light. Its message read, ‘Low on fuel.’ A quick check of the gas gauge told him they could travel another ten or so miles at best. The next message asked: ‘Do you wish to search for the nearest service station?’

He pressed yes only to receive, ‘Wireless service not available.’

He tried his phone. Same outage message. Between the mountains and the storm, cell service must be totally disrupted. “I hope we dry off soon, because if we run out of gas, we’ll likely have to spend the night in this truck.”

They’d driven another ten minutes when he spied a side road emptying onto the highway. Was it a driveway? “Let’s see if this takes us to some kind of shelter. Anything’s better than sleeping in the truck.”

Alas, their ill fortune continued when, after driving less than a mile up the road, the engine coughed, then quit. They were out of gas, stranded in the boondocks. “Why don’t you wait here,” he suggested, “while I walk up ahead and try to find shelter?”

“No way!” she protested. “You’re not leaving me alone out here in the middle of nowhere.”

“Suit yourself. But prepare to get soaked again.”

They walked another fifteen minutes in the unrelenting downpour before coming across a small cabin. With no cars around or lights on, he suspected it must be someone’s empty hunting cabin. They tried the front door. Locked. “Why don’t you stay on the porch, out of the rain, while I test for unlocked windows?”

Those were all locked, too. That is, until he spotted a rooftop window. Standing on a porch rail, he hoisted himself onto the roof, and voila, found an unlocked window. Climbing inside, he found himself in an attic. Climbing down its ladder, he made his way to the front door and let Mary Belle inside.

They tried flipping the light switch, but to no avail. Using her flashlight, they found a fireplace with stacks of chopped wood beside it. Gathering kindling, he got a flame started and stacked logs on top of it. Soon they had a blaze going. “Thank God,” she said, holding her arms tight against her body. “I’m freezing.” The fact that her whole body was shivering lent support to her claim.

“You stay near the fire while I look around for blankets.”

His efforts failed miserably. All he found was a single comforter lying atop the cabin’s only bed. He brought it back to her. “Here. Wrap yourself in this.”

“I should probably get out of these wet clothes first.”

“Good idea. Drape them over chairs close to the fire while I scrounge around for something to eat.”

He found no food but did find a teapot and a drip coffeemaker and a coffee tin. Filling the pot with water, he returned to the fireplace. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. Mary Belle was sitting on the hearth in front of the fireplace wrapped in the comforter. What was shocking was what was hanging on the backs of nearby chairs to dry. Blouse, jeans, shoes, socks… and bra and thong. That meant this sweet young thing he was keeping company with this night had to be naked under that blanket.

“I found something to warm us up,” he said, placing the teapot in the coals. “Once it’s hot, I’ll make us coffee.”

“The water may warm up, but what about you?” she asked. “Aren’t you freezing in those wet clothes? Why don’t you hang them to dry like I did and find yourself a blanket?”

“You have the only blanket I could find.”

His comment was met with a brief silence. Finally, she spoke. “You’ll get pneumonia if you don’t dry off. This blanket’s plenty big for the two of us.” Then, grinning, she said, “Strip down, baby.”

Christ! She was telling him to strip in front of her. Could he? “All right,” he said, pulling his shirt up and off his head. Kicking off his shoes, he removed his socks. Unbuckling his belt, he dropped his pants and stepped out of them, leaving him wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. Dare he remove them, too?

“You’re almost there,” she cooed. He looked over at her. A smile danced in her eyes. “After all, I took mine off.”

Jake had never considered himself to be shy but found himself strangely hesitant about getting naked in front of this total stranger, no matter how cute she was.

“I’m waiting,” she teased.

What the hell? Turning his back to her, he dropped his shorts. “Nice ass,” she complimented. “Now come get warm.”

Turning toward her—with his cold-shriveled cock on full display, he walked over and joined her. She just sat there with the comforter wrapped tightly around her. “Are you going to share that blanket or not?”

“Sorry. I was distracted by the scenery,” she said, opening the blanket. It was his turn to gape. The rain-soaked clothing she’d had on earlier had hidden one hell of a body. One very sexy body.

As soon as he sat down, she wrapped the blanket around him and snuggled up close. “Mm-m, your skin is already nice and warm.” After a moment of silence, she said, “This is a pretty strange circumstance we find ourselves in, huh?”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“I mean, sitting naked with the hero who saved my life was the last thing I’d have anticipated when I left San Jose this morning.”

“I’m no hero. I just did what any good citizen would have done.”

She turned toward him, her bare breast rubbing his upper arm as she did so. “Not so. Worse, I’ve yet to thank you.”

“Consider it done.”

“Nope,” she said. “The least I can do is kiss you.” With that, she brought her lips to his, her nipple dragged along his arm as she moved to kiss him. Her kiss was no small peck either. It was a long, wet one, causing the predictable reaction down in his groin region. His cock began to rise.

Breaking the kiss, pulling the blanket open, she said, “That fire sure got hot in a hurry, didn’t it?”

It was true. The fire had heated up quickly. But it was her kiss that stoked his inner flame.

Looking down at his erection, she started laughing. Reaching down, wrapping her fingers around it, she asked, “Does this mean you liked my thank-you kiss?”

“No, I hated it.”

“I must not have done it properly then,” she said, bringing her mouth to his again. This time while kissing him, her fingers slid up and down his now fully swollen cock.

Figuring two could play the same game, he brought a hand to her tit, tweaking its nipple. In response, her tongue entered his mouth, accompanied by a huge intake of air and her hand jerking his cock even faster.

Their passionate kiss seemed to last forever, yet somehow not long enough, ending when she shifted her weight onto his lap. Pressing a nipple against his lips, she said, “Lick it!” He did.

Reaching between them, moaning, she continued jacking him off while he switched back and forth between what were by now, two very protruding areolas. Finally, she leaned back. “God! I can’t believe we’re doing this. I mean, we’ve only known one another for what? An hour or two.”

Rolling off him, she looked down at his crotch. “You know? I’m thinking there might be an even better way of thanking you.”

Without further ado, she dropped her face to his lap and started licking his cock. Lifting away, she said, “God, this is making me so-o horny.” Her piece said, she lowered her mouth to his cock, this time wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, blowing him.

After a delightfully long time, she looked up at him, and grinning, asked, “Does that feel good? Do you like having little Mary Belle suck your cock?” Seeing him at a loss for words, she said, “Never mind. I think I know the answer,” and resumed her marvelous fellatio.

After a bit, she lifted away again. “Is there anything greater in life than sucking a nice hard cock?”

“I wouldn’t know,” he grunted. “I’ve never had the urge to try it.”

She laughed. “You don’t know what you’re missing,” then dove down on him again.

By now their comforter was lying on the floor, no longer covering either of them, albeit providing a wonderful view. Thinking their pleasure to be a bit one-sided, he reached behind her, and sliding his hand down over her cute little ass, probed the wetness between her legs.

“No!” she said, pushing his hand away. “This is my thank you, not yours.”

Far be it from him to argue.

But after a bit, her efforts were quickly becoming too effective. “I think you’d better stop now,” he warned.

“Or what?” she asked, easing his cock out of her mouth. “You’ll cum in my mouth.”

“That sums it up pretty well.”

“Do it!” she urged, running her tongue in tiny circles around his cockhead, jacking him even faster. “I want you to.”

What the hell. He’d warned her.

“Shit,” he moaned, arching his dick toward her mouth as ecstasy roiled up and through and out the end of his excited prick. That first blast of jism caught her by surprise, splattering her lip. The spasms that followed did not, however, as with a loud, long, “Mm-m-m,” she gobbled in two or three inches of cock and sucked what remained of his cum out the end of his exploding dick.

As his conscious world slowly returned, it brought with it his senses. Despite the fact she’d already fully drained him, she was still licking his rapidly shrinking appendage, as if fearing she might miss a drop. Her whole body was shaking. Apparently, she wasn’t kidding about loving to suck cock.

She finally broke away, and grinning, asked, “How was that for a thank you?”

“Marvelous! So much so, it’s a thank you deserving a thank you of its own.”

Seeing her puzzled look, he pushed her onto her back, parted her thighs, and buried his face in her muff.

“No,” she protested, pushing on his forehead. “You were the one needing thanking.”

Her objection was short-lived, however, as moments later, crying out, “Oh, God,” she was gripping him by the back of his head, pinning his face to her crotch. Her bout with fellatio must have had her primed, for in less than a minute her entire body was vibrating, accompanied by a gush from her pussy. He’d never seen a woman cum so quickly.

Deciding to strike while the iron was hot so to speak, he rose to his knees, scooted forward, and nestled his cock inside her pulsating orifice. Another “Oh, my God” accompanied the sinking of his cock deep inside her love canal. Bracing her feet on the floor, she lifted her pelvis off the floor, doing her all to encompass his deliriously elated Johnson. “You feel so good in there!” she moaned, thrusting her hips to greet his every thrust.

He had her so primed, he knew it wouldn’t be long before she climaxed again. But then, the same could be said of him.

His prediction proved sound, as seconds later she wrapped both her arms and legs around his body, crying out, “Oh God. I’m cumming!”

It was too erotic to resist, and he came with her. Her orgasm seemed to last forever. Pinning him to her with gripping arms and legs, her thrashing torso pounded him with a wham, wham, wham.

Finally, her grip on him eased. Grinning, she said, “You’re not so bad at ‘thank-yous’ yourself.” He started to roll off her. “No! Not yet! Stay inside me a while longer. I want to savor your feel.”

Done with the exertion of their lovemaking, the room no longer seemed so hot. Pulling the blanket over the two of them, she cuddled up closer, and with her head resting on his shoulder, fell asleep.

The dawn light was filling the room when they finally awakened. After another round of delightfully amazing sex, Jake rolled out of bed and got dressed. She lay there watching him dress before putting her own clothes on.

Finally able to see, he found a circuit breaker. Flipping it, the lights came on. Finding a can of tuna fish, they opened and shared a small breakfast. “What brought you up to Oregon?” he asked.

“Some girls I used to work with planned a jet boat excursion from Gold Beach to a place called Hugging Canyon.”

“It’s Huggins Canyon. I’ve taken that excursion. It’s beautiful. Too bad you missed it.”

“How about you? What brought you up into these hills?”

“A weekend-long poker game with some of my buddies.”

While eating, he checked his phone. Two bars. Enough to make a call. A quick conversation with the operator had him talking to a towing company. They said they knew where he was and would be there with a five-gallon container of gas within half an hour.

Pulling a pair of twenties out of his wallet, he scribbled a note. ‘Thank for the use of your cabin, even though you were unaware of it, it was a lifesaver.’

While Mary Belle set about straightening up the cabin, he headed down the road to meet the tow truck. By the time he reached his pickup, the tow truck was there. After gassing up his pickup he asked, “Last night I came across a lady whose car had washed off the road. Any chance you could tow it back onto the road?”

“Was it a red Volkswagen?”

“Yes.”

“The Highway Patrol reported it earlier this morning. I’ve already towed it to Grants Pass. You’ll find it here,” he said, handing Jake a business card. “The Forest Rangers feared someone might have been washed into the river and are about to search for a body.”

About this time, Mary Belle came walking down the road. “There’s the body they’d be searching for.”

The truck driver whistled. “You spent the night with THAT body?”

Unable to choke back a grin, he said, “I did.”

Shaking his head, he said, “It sucks to be you.”

An hour later, Mary Belle and he were back on the main road heading for Grants Pass. Her phone battery had died, so after charging it off his truck as they drove, she called her friends. “It must be my lucky weekend," she said after hanging up. "They postponed the trip for two days because of the weather. I told them I’d be there.”

Two hours later they were in Grants Pass, picking up her car. Her fee paid, she climbed into her car, started the engine, and then rolled down her window. “Will we see one another again, or was this simply a one-night stand for the ages?”

Good question. “There must be 500 miles between Portland and San Jose. That makes dating a bit impractical.”

She pursed her lips. “I guess so.”

“There is a third option, however.”

He face perked up. “And that is…”

“We get together every so often in some secluded place and have wild sex together.”

She grinned. “I like that option.” She held out her hand. “Give me your phone.”

He handed it to her. She took a selfie, then entered something into his phone. Then, taking out her own phone, she took a picture of him, then held their phones together. After hearing a clicking sound, she handed him back his phone. “We each have the other’s contact information, now. I’m holding you to your promise of that third option. Now kiss me goodbye. I’ve got a jet boat to catch.”

As usual, their kiss was a long one. Done, she whispered, “Goodbye, my love,” and putting the car in gear, drove off.

A couple of minutes later, his phone told him he had a new notification. Likely his poker buddies wondering where the hell he was. When he looked to see who it was, Mary Belle’s picture appeared along with the message, ‘Miss me yet?’

Laughing, he texted, ‘Terribly.’

‘Good. Now go win some money playing poker.’

Speaking of his poker buddies, they must be wondering where he was. Dare he tell them why he was a day late? Naw. They’d never believe him.

Chuckling, he returned to his truck. Climbed in. And drove off in search of poker winnings.