Problem Solved

I was rolling down a narrow two lane road a couple of miles from my home, just enjoying one of the beautiful late summer afternoons here in East Tennessee. It was one of those days that starts off cooler than usual, reminding us that fall is not that far away. I was headed home after disposing of a truck load of stuff at the recycling center, the product of a morning of yard work and my own feeble efforts to save what’s left of the planet.

I really wasn’t thinking about anything….just kind of rolling along… so it took a few seconds for her to register on my radar. Sneaking up toward 60 my eye sight isn’t what it once was but even at a distance I could tell that a very shapely woman was standing by the side of the road….and she was not happy!

As I approached I let my truck slow and focused on the woman in the dark shorts and top….long dark hair, legs from here to heaven, with a gorgeous dark olive complexion. Her face was turned partially away….and her eyes were cover by a pair of very dark, very large sunglasses. Her arms were crossed over a very full pair of tits….and she was tapping her sandal clad foot impatiently. I didn’t recognize her… but there was something strikingly familiar about her.

As I rolled to a stop I noticed a fairly new pickup truck that was off the side of the road, but which didn’t appear damaged. “Excuse me miss….was there an accident….do you need assistant…is anybody hurt?”
She quickly turned and shot back a biting reply of “not yet they aren’t!” Then she took off her glasses….peered at me with her big brown eyes and said “Mr. Douglas…is that you?” “It’s me…Karen Peterson….from the Junior High.”

Bingo! I had it now…the damsel in distress was a teacher I kind of knew from teaching at the local high school, just across the street from where she taught music at the Junior High. She was early in her teaching career and I, thankfully, was teaching my last year. I had talked with her several times at different county faculty meetings and had admired her tall sexy body as descretely as possible.

“Hey Karen….it is in fact me….what’s going on….you look upset?” By this time I had pulled over onto the wide grassy shoulder of the road and she quickly crossed the road as I fully rolled down my window.

“Oh nothing really….it’s just my dumb ass husband Pete who’s down in the bushes over there looking for a thingy that fell off his truck…at least he thinks it fell off here!” “He wants me to get down there with him in my shorts and sandals and help him look for whatever it is….and I am NOT going to do that and get poison ivy or bitten by some damn snake of something.” He’s such a dumb ass sometimes I want to scream!”

By this time she was leaning against my truck her arms on the window sill leaning over just enough to give me a very nice view of her heaving, remarkable, breasts. Tearing my eyes from her cleavage, a fact she didn’t miss, I chuckled and said “Karen, come get in my truck… in the AC….take some deep breaths and relax…it will be okay…I promise.”

She smiled and seemed relieved to have a “white knight” coming to her rescue. She walked around the front of my truck….opened the door and climbed in. It was impossible not to notice that in addition to a great “rack” as they say, she had beautiful long, slender, well toned legs….her shorts were kind of riding up to mid thigh and I delighted in the view.

“Karen, rest here for a bit….and then we’ll drive down the side of the road and look for him, I’m sure he’ll give up soon.” “No he won’t…he’ll stay down there all afternoon if for no other reason than to piss me off totally!” “Fuck him!” “Take me home!”

One thing I learned during a couple of marriages….when a woman is really pissed….you’re better off to say “Yes Ma’am” and do what she asks…or at least give that appearance. I dutifully started the truck and pulled out onto the road and headed toward my house. I figured I’d take her to my house…grab a couple of cold beers and then take her back to her husband…cold beers in hand.

As we drove, she turned to me and said “Dave, please forgive me for going off like that….I don’t usually let my emotions get the better of me…but…well… Pete is driving me to the point of distraction.” “I get so pissed off at his stupid stunts that I can’t even remember why I married him.” “Sometimes I think about finding a sexy guy to sweep me off my feet and just run off with him.”

I tuned into my driveway….cut of the truck engine and said “can I give you my number in case you decide to do that.” “A man would be crazy not to run off with a “babe” like you…even if I am old enough to be your father, and I’m not crazy….yet!”

She turned to me and broke into a huge smile saying “Dave…your are a very sweet sexy man and if I thought you were serious I’d give you my number in a heartbeat.” I leaned across the truck, opened my glove box, retrieved pencil and paper and handed them to her. “Who said I’m not serious?”

Karen laughed and exclaimed “Oh my god, you’re hitting on me aren’t you?”

I looked into her big brown eyes and said “definitely …so…do you like it?”

She held my gaze for a long time….and then took pencil in hand and wrote out her number….folding the paper and tucking it in my shirt pocket. “Yes….yes…very much.” “It’s so nice to be appreciated.”

We sat there looking into each other’s eyes and then I took the big leap of faith and reached for her….pulling her to me and kissing her full lips. As we kissed her hands were on the back of my neck and her lips parted…inviting me in…my tongue entered and explored her mouth….caressing her tongue as my hands rubbed up and down her back. The kiss ended….but we did not pull away….we were both starting to breath a bit heavily….and then our mouths were together again….and we kissed deeply as my hands quickly found her breasts and caressed them through her blouse and bra…even then I could feel her very stiff nipples beneath the cloth.

Some kids went by us in a car and blew their horn….one of them yelling “break it up you two!” and we quickly separated…praying that none of the kids in the car recognized us.

“Karen, let me run in and grab some cold beers and we’ll head back to where Pete is.” He may be wondering where you are by now.”

She smiled and said “Yeah I guess I should go back….but staying here with you is very appealing right now.”

I jumped out of the truck….rearranged my cock in my jeans and, able to walk now, I ran into the house….gabbed a cold six pack from the fridge and scampered back to the truck.