A Chance Encounter: Part 1

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A Chance Encounter: Part 1


“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Katie had just finished a long day at the office working on several high profile client accounts. All she wanted was to go home and make a nice quiet meal with a good strong drink for herself before she had to hit the sac to rest for what would inevitably be an even more stressful day tomorrow. Now this. Her car shook and rattled violently, there was some sort of white steam billowing out from under the hood and of course her cell phone was sitting dead in the front seat of her car. She pulled to the side of the road and let out a guttural scream “FUCK MY ASS!!” Her hand slapped against the rim of the steering wheel, but slipped and she accidentally laid into the car horn. “Great,” she thought “now every weirdo within twenty miles knows I’m here.”

Katie laid her head down on her hands which still rested on the steering wheel. She took a moment to compose herself. She wasn’t scared, or helpless by any means; in fact she knew exactly what she had to do she was just so irritated with the whole situation that she felt like throwing a fit to herself for a moment before she got her shit together and took care of the problem. A few deep breaths later and she was ready to deal with the situation.

Katie popped the hood and stepped out of the car. Katie didn’t know too much about cars, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt to look under the hood and see if it was going to be a quick thing she could take care of, or if she needed to walk back the the gas station a few miles back. She didn’t see anything obviously wrong with the car, no loose hoses or plugs or anything, so maybe this was just the universes way of making amends for her shitty day. As she peered into the engine compartment of her car she saw the lights of a car rise up over a hill. Nope, the car speed past her. “Awesome.” Then she heard the unmistakable sound of tires slowing to a halt on the gravely roadside. Apparently there had been two cars coming over the hill and she just hadn’t seen the second car over her hood.


Jake had worked a long day, but overall it wasn’t bad. Most of his students turned in their term papers which sat in the back seat, and he had graded a good portion of them before heading home. Why not grade them in his office, there was no one to go home to no one relying on him, plus the internet speed of the University was better than his at home, so his porn didn’t lag out in the middle. Overall he had a pleasant evening. As he drove home he listened to the radio. Some show no one cares about, but at least the music was decent. Even though he had let off some steam in his office earlier he was still randy. It had been a long time since he had really enjoyed himself. The floozies at the bars were good for a quickie or sometimes a one night stand, but he hadn’t found a good pet since Naomi had moved. Nothing compares to the thrill of bending a strong woman to his will, having her completely submit to him willingly. That control, that power was intoxicating and tonight he longed for it.

As his car rose up over the hill the car in front of him slowed. “What the fuck buddy?” It was then, as his car passed over the top of the hill, that he saw the car smoking on the side of the road with a popped hood and a light on in the cabin. The car in front of him speed up again, apparently this person wasn’t worth their time. “Asshole” he thought. Jake wasn’t especially handy or good with cars, but his car worked so he figured at the very least he could help this guy with a ride to the gas station he had just passed, Karma and all that nonsense. He slowed down, and pulled to the side of the road his tires grinding in the gravely roadside where he came to a stop just behind the broken down car.

Jake opened his car door and stepped out onto the highway. He walked confidently over the broken car “Hey buddy need a hand?” It was then that he caught a glimpse of her. She was tall, about 5”8, athletic. Her magnificent tits hung perfectly firm from her chest as she bent over her engine, cleavage peeking out from the top of her blouse and her quarter-sleeve tattoo peered out from under her left sleeve. “She must like pain.” He thought to himself. Clearly she was a businesswoman. Her blouse was tucked neatly into her dark, knee length pencil skirt she exuded confidence and professionalism, accept for her shoes and her hair.