It was cold out there!! On my way home from an all bear, clothing optional party, my car had slid off the road in the mountains of Vermont. I left the flashers going, got out in the clothes I was wearing to make it comfy to run from the car to the house, and vice-a-versa, shoes, warm up pants, and a leather jacket. That was all I had on, when I started my trek to the nearest town, hoping to find an open gas station, general store, police station, anything!
I had walked about two miles down the road, when the area was lit up around me by a vehicle rounding the bend behind me. I turned, and feeling like an idiot, stuck my thumb out. It was a pick up truck, and the driver was a hunter. Gee thanks, I thought, couldn't you have sent someone not so "Manly"? I could tell by his bright Day-Glo orange hat that he had been hunting, but thankfully, as far as I could see, he had not shot anything. He rolled down the window, and asked me if that was my car back off the road. I nodded yes, and asked if he could take me to the nearest town. He said "Sure, hop in," so I did, it was warm in there, and I was cold out here!
He told me that it would probably be easier to just take me to his house, and then wait for everything to open in the morning. Sighing heavily at my bad luck, I thanked him for the offer, and told him that I didn't want to put him out. He told me not to worry, and started driving. Ten minutes later, we could barely see out of the windshield as the snow started coming down. I looked at him gratefully, and said "Thank you, for stopping and picking me up." He laughed at me, and said that I must be new to the state, because whenever someone went off the road, they always went to the nearest house. I had passed 5 houses over a mile back! He told me that his own place was just a few more minutes away, and started to slow to make the turn onto his driveway. As he peered out the window trying to see ahead, I took the opportunity to give him a quick once over, just to make sure that I wouldn't be spending the night with "Jason." What I saw was a very good looking man, dressed in hunting pants, and a thermal shirt. I could see a few hairs poking out over the top of the neckline, and looked at his hands. Hairy, and no ring. but then, sometimes married men don't wear them. I asked if I would be putting his wife out by his bringing me home. He told me very easily, "I don't got one of those." Amused by his response, I told him "I don't got one either," and smiled at him.
He pulled into his garage, and closed the door behind us with the little clicker on his visor. I thought to myself "I gotta get me one of those!". He looked at me, and said "Come on in."
We got out of the truck, and walked into the house. I was surprised at how cozy it really was in there, and very comfortable as well. He asked if I would like to jump into the hot tub he had in the sun room, protected from the elements, and with a view as well. I said sure, but I don't have a swimsuit. He looked at me a moment, smiled, and said softly "Its just us guys here, no need for one," and pulled a beer out of the fridge, and offered me one as well. I accepted, and followed him to the hot tub. He started to take off his clothes, and I just stood and watched him. MAN! Was he hairy!!! As the thermal shirt came off, I could see the hair on his back, and more on his arms. I thought to myself "I could go for a man with all that hair!" He climbed into the tub, and moaned as the swirling waters covered his body. He turned, looked at me, and with a glint in his eyes, said "Well, its your turn." I realized he had caught me staring at him. Blushing, I stripped quickly, and climbed into the tub with him.
He started rubbing at a spot on his back, and moaned how it was hurting him, because he had fallen during the hunt. I tut tutted in sympathy, and asked him if he had any lotion, or body oil that I could use on him to massage his back. He reached down, and pulled up a bottle of body oil, you know, the kind they sell in the adult bookstores. He tossed it to me, and told me it was water soluble. My dream of putting my hands on his back was coming to a reality. I took the oil, squirted it into my palm, and told him to turn over, and let me at his back. He asked me if I knew what I was doing. Chuckling, I told him that it was his good luck in picking up a massage therapist. I started to massage his back, feeling the knots of tension there, and told him that I would do a bit of the "Shiat-su" massage, to loosen up the knots, and that it might hurt, but it would make them go away. He told me to have at it, and have a party with his back. Wishing I had my Massage Table with me, I started kneading deeper into the muscles. And what muscles they were! as I looked at his back, I could see he was very fit, with a nice taper to his torso. He moaned, and I looked up, and asked if it was OK. He looked back at me, smiled, and told me he would give me an hour to stop. I laughed at him, and told him that he was getting a service that I normally charged for, but since he had saved me from freezing to death, he was definitely going to get it for free!
I massaged his back, and even had him move to the floor next to the hot tub, where I could get deeper penetration in the muscle tissue. Hmm, I thought, looks like he's at half mast, and what a nice half mast it was!! (back to that later, you perverts)!
I gave him a full body massage, and left him sleeping on the floor, covered by warm towels. I went into the kitchen, and started rummaging around in his fridge, looking for something to make for a meal. Hmm. Squash, curry powder, curried squash soup it was!! As I began the preps, looking quietly thru out his kitchen cabinets, I found everything I needed, in just the places I would have put them, if it had been my house. Once the soup was simmering on the stove, I went to the sun room, and woke him. He smiled at me, and asked what smelled so good. I told him that I hoped he didn't mind, but that I was a bit hungry, and fixed us some soup to tide us over for the night. That got his attention. He looked at me hard, and that's when I noticed his eyes were a deep green. I looked down, expecting harsh, and well earned, words. He sat up. "OK" I thought, " here it comes," and he raised his hand, and lifted my chin, so he could look me in the eye. Smiling, he told me, that if I could make smells like that come out of his kitchen, I could do whatever I wanted in there. Relief flooded my body, and I told him to wrap a towel around him, and come for some soup. His hand on my chin had been so gentle, it left my mind swirling like the waters in the tub. I served him the soup, which he asked for seconds. As I got him the seconds, with my back to him, I smiled.
I didn't hear him get up from the table, and didn't know he had walked up behind me, until I felt my towel being taken from my body. I spun around, and he pulled me into an embrace. Holding me close, he said that he hoped I didn't mind his being so forward. I pulled back slightly from him, put my arms around his neck (reaching up to do so) and pulled him down for a kiss, and told him "Glad you were, handsome." We kissed more, and then I pulled from the kiss, and asked if he really wanted more soup. I could tell from the hardness against my stomach, that soup was the last thing on his, and my, mind! He grabbed my hand, and led me to his bedroom. The bed was wonderfully made, with lots of pillows on the 4 poster bed. He laid me down on the soft pillowtop bed, and just laid next to me, looking at me. I asked him if wanted something. He smiled, pulled me to him, and kissed me. My hands went wild on his back, and his front, and his arms. I touched his body everywhere I could reach it. He reached out, and grabbed my hands, and pinned them above my head, and said "Stop! I want to make love to you." He kissed me again, and then started kissing down my neck, to my chest. Spending some time on my chest, he moved slowly south, all the while kissing, nipping at my flesh, and leaving little marks on my body. My skin was alive with his touch. He went down between my legs, and kissed the insides of my thighs. I moaned and let him know that what he was doing felt very good! He looked at me, and pushed my legs up by my head. I knew I was in for a grand time, as while looking at me, he slowly licked my crack. I was thrashing about as his tongue went deeper, and deeper. I moaned that I was getting close from just his tongue, and he stopped. He opened a drawer, pulled out a condom, and some lube. He carefully lubed me up, then used the lube on himself, and asked me to put the condom on him. Gladly!!! That's when I saw what I was in for. Not very long, about 9 inches, but thick. I put the condom on him, and licked his balls. He grabbed me by the shoulders, and told me, chuckling, not to do that again! I smiled impishly, thinking I would do that, and more, if given half a chance! He applied more lube to the outside of the condom, and laid me back again, holding my ankles in his hands. Looking me in the eye, he placed his cock against my hole, and started to slide in, stopping every few inches to give me a chance to get used to being impaled by him. I looked at him, and told him "Give it all to me." He snapped his hips forward, and I felt him lodge deep inside of me. I arched my back, and moaned at how good he felt inside of me. He started to fuck me. long, slow strokes, building up faster, and harder. He aimed for that spot inside of me, sometimes hitting it forcefully, others just grazing it enough to send shivers up my body. He played me like a fine violin. Then it happened. Without touching myself, I could feel the fire start in my balls. I moaned that I was going to cum, and he said one word: "CUM". I did. I shot a load that was incredible. My orgasm felt like it went on forever. It triggered his orgasm as well, and he was filling the condom with his load while mine was shooting all over us. He collapsed on me, and rested there, still very much hard inside of me. I could feel the afterquakes of his orgasm, as he laid on me. I kissed him hard. He looked at me, and said that he had never seen someone cum as much as I had.
That was two years ago. The next day, we went back to my car, and pulled it out of the ditch it was in. I drove back to his place, and called my boss on his cell phone. As the phone was ringing in my ear, I could hear his cell phone. He answered just as my boss picked up the phone. I was watching as he said "Hello?", and heard his voice on my cell phone. I said hello, while he was watching me, and told him, "Boss, I don't think I will be coming into work today." He hung up his cell phone, and laughed at me. I was stunned. My own boss?? It couldn't be!!!! I quit two weeks later. Went into business as a full time massage therapist. And my boss?? Turns out he's a great lover too!!
Hope you enjoyed it. It was long, but it had to be this time!! Let me know if you liked it, please!!!