Meeting Michelle

The following is my attempt to share some of my sexual adventures with members of this forum. I have enjoyed many a story on this site, and hope most of you get the opportunity to live out your fantasies like I have. That said, happy reading!

Living in a college town, I’ve learned there’s always plenty of eye candy, but also a general lack of experience to go with those young hard bodies. However, there’s nothing I enjoy more than a young girl that seems so innocent until you’ve pulled their panties off, and then realize you’ve unleashed a monster…

It was May, just a couple months ago, when I was out for a run by the beach. At the end of a 5 mile stretch, my mind was on a hot shower and a post-workout snack as I made my way through the parking lot towards my truck. Almost absentmindedly, I noticed the hood of the car next to mine propped up, an obvious sign of distress.

I tossed my keys on my seat and made my way to the front of the vehicle, always one to help a fellow driver who has reached an impasse, and briefly enjoyed the cool salty breeze that was blowing off the ocean.

“Can I help you?”, I called out to the unknown driver.

I immediately regretted my decision not to clean the perspiration off my face and drenched shirt, as the young girl came into view.

“I’m not sure what’s wrong.”, she said, frowning at the exposed engine. 

She was, quite simply, amazing. She stood about 5 foot tall, in stark contrast to my 6’5″ frame, and couldn’t have weighed more than 100 lbs., half my own. Although she was wearing the demure outfit of a sweatshirt and khaki pants, I could easily see the outline of her swollen breasts. As she turned to look towards the entrance of the lot, I couldn’t help but notice her incredibly perky and tight butt straining against her pants. 

“My boyfriend was supposed to be here an hour ago, but he must have gotten sidetracked.”, she said, and I took the hint that she was off limits. With her dark green eyes, perfectly tanned complexion framed by long dark tresses and a gorgeous, brilliant smile, I knew there was no chance she would have been single anyways.

She was looking at me expectantly, so I cleared my throat and leaned in to look at her motor. I asked her what the problem was, and she explained that there was a clicking noise when she attempted to start it, and of course it wouldn’t get going. I asked her to get in and try it for me, and listened for any tell-tale signs that signaled a repair I might be able to manage. After a couple attempts, she got out and joined me by the car.

I could feel her next to me, and I distractedly fiddled with her engine, poking and prodding even though I knew her starter was toasted. Truth was, I just wanted another couple of minutes with this young hottie before I went back to my empty apartment.

“I think your starters blown.”, I said to her, which only earned me a concerned and confused look. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful when emotion flooded her features.

“Don’t worry,” I said, trying to reassure her, “It’s not that expensive to fix, and only takes a couple of hours. You’ll have this back in no time at all.”

I flashed my best smile at her, and offered her the help of a friend who owned a shop nearby. I knew he had his own tow truck, and he owed me a favor. 

“I don’t want to impose.”, she said, biting her lip and looking at her phone. 

“My boyfriend should be here any minute, and I think he can do all this…”, she trailed off as she once again looked to the entrance of the lot.

I smiled again, assuring her that it was no trouble at all, and if her boyfriend knew of a better shop, I would make sure it was towed there at no cost. 
Finally she sighed, smiled back at me, and relented. I grabbed my cell phone from my car, and dialed my friend, who promised to be only twenty minutes.

I closed her hood, and with the car situation handled, we began an easy back and forth of small talk. I learned her name was Michelle, she was a first year student, a psychology major, and seemingly unsure of herself on many fronts. She kept saying that she was “stupid” for not knowing what to do about her car, and “an idiot” for bugging so many people about it.

I got the feeling that these weren’t her thoughts on the subject, that maybe they were parroted responses from the absent boyfriend, and tried to comfort her with the fact that cars breakdown all the time with little control over them from their owners. She smiled again, melting my heart, and asked me about my own life. I shared that I was a bachelor, working as a consultant. I also let slip that I had a broken engagement six months prior, and that I was getting in shape for a deployment with my reserve unit. 

The conversation continued easily, until I saw the familiar truck of my friend pull into the lot. We both got off the hood of her car, and I told her I would handle the details. She was obviously relieved as I took charge, and ten minutes later her car was gone, her holding a card from the shop, her backpack and the promise her car would be ready the following day.

I offered her a ride home, as the sun was setting and her boyfriend was nowhere to be found, but she was worried that he would show up after she left and wonder where she was. I bit back the obvious retort about the fact he was already two hours late, and offered to wait with her. 

“Maybe I’ll call and see where he is.”, she said, as I realized she had stopped looking at her phone every three minutes. I couldn’t help but find myself attracted to that little girl voice, sweet and slightly hoarse, and lamented that our time was drawing to a close.

She pulled out her phone and dialed, turning slightly away from me as it rang through. I tried to surreptitiously appreciate her pert ass, which was impossibly curvy in comparison to her tiny little body, and actually realized I was finding myself growing hard in my running shorts. I tried to distract myself from her body, but couldn’t help wonder just what that sweatshirt was hiding. I might have embarrassed myself had it not been for the fact her boyfriend finally answered on the line, giving me a one sided conversation that was obvious in it’s content.

He was at a friends, drunk, and had forgotten all about her. I was amazed at the fact such an amazingly attractive girl was with such an idiot, and he was insulting her at that! She was growing red in the face, and was even apologizing for bothering him. I felt bad for this eighteen year old girl, forgetting all about my earlier randiness, and stared out at the breaking ocean waves as the call finished. I looked back and saw her shoulders slump as she tried to compose herself, her eyes slightly glistening when she turned back to me.

“Jay? Um.. Troy got stuck, you know, on his way over here?”, she stumbled through the obvious lie, “Would it be too much to ask for that ride?”

I smiled again, hoping to relax her, and told her that it was no problem at all. I wanted to ask her about that asshole of a boyfriend, but knew it would only upset her. She grabbed her bag, and seemed surprised when I held open the door of my Suburban for her to get in. She was so tiny she had to practically jump to get into the truck, and as I made my way around to the drivers side I saw her attempt to return the favor. She smiled sheepishly as she realized she didn’t have the strength or reach to open my door, but I thanked her as I slid into the seat. I let her pick a station on Pandora as we pulled out of the parking lot, and we continued our earlier conversation, chatting easily about music, the beach, and plans for the upcoming summer.

I couldn’t help but feel lucky to have such a beautiful girl in my car as she interspersed her side of the talk with directions to her house, and I was genuinely sad when we pulled up to the cottage she shared with another roommate.

“I’m so grateful you showed up when you did.”, she said as I idled on the street. “God knows how long I might have been stranded there.”

I just smiled at her, and told her I thought she was quite a capable young woman and that I’m sure she would have been able to figure out what to do once she realized she couldn’t count on her boyfriend. It was a flippant remark, and the first negative comment I’d made about him throughout the ordeal, yet it gave her pause. She had grasped the door handle as if to leave, but turned back to me with those devastating eyes trained on mine.

“You’re not just saying that, are you?”, she asked, ” You actually think I’m not some dumb girl?”

I was instantly saddened by her response, mostly because I hate to see her have such low confidence in herself. I smiled in spite of the comment, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“No Michelle, and although it’s not my place to say it, you deserve to be surrounded with people who appreciate you and your abilities.”

She smiled again, and opened the door, seeming to hesitate as she sat on the edge.