Fantasy Friday III

driving along, in the pouring rain, i see a pair of hazard lights flashing on the shoulder. It's late, and I know it's not generally considered smart for a young woman to pull over to help a stranger in the dark, on a back road. But, i have a good feeling about it, and i have done well to trust my insticts in the past, so i stop and get out. a white cadillac STS with new york plates. I rap on your window, and wait for you to roll it down.
"Need some help?"
"um...got a flat...my cell isn't getting signal..." you look a little embarassed, and i assume you don't know how to change it. i smile.
"Yeah, the service out here sucks. If you have a spare and a jack, I can change it for you."
"oh. um. well." you get out of the car and head for the trunk. we find what we need and i get to work. you hold an umbrella over me as i work, watching closely, intent on learning. we joke about the fact that you never learned this skill, and i tell you how i was forced to figure it out once on a similarly lonely stretch of back road as a new driver. you are older than i thought at first, around 40, and i am strangely attracted...at 21 I have just learned the upperhand belongs always to the woman. power--i'm drunk on it. I am just getting started at this whole game of love, and fine tuning the art of seduction, so i take every opportunity to test my skills.
you begin to thank me, asking what you can do to repay me, and i brush off your words, with a soft, killer smile and a "no problem..." i lean close, closer than necessary, as i place the jack in your trunk.
"how bout a drink?" i say, locking your gaze and noticing the shocking green of your eyes for the first time.
"um...y-y-yeah..." you stutter, as the phermone drenched vibes i'm sending hit their mark. as comprehension dawns in your face, i decide i can't wait any longer and step closer, so our faces are just inches apart. "forget the drink," i say, daring you to make the first move. you kiss me gently, hesitantly, until i respond so forcefully it knocks the breath out of you. we stumble into the large backseat of your cadillac and begin tearing at each other's clothes as we continue to kiss. "i feel like a kid again..." you moan into my ear as you slide on home...we steam up those windows in grand style, leaving wet footprints on the ceiling, and being grateful for leather seats... you show me that age can mean experience and that was something i had never imagined could matter so much...and then as i search for my bra, i see a family photo stuck in your visor.
"kim? oh god. you're kim's dad. oh shit. what are you doing here?" my best friend's parents had divorced when we were in kindergarten and her dad had moved to new york. she went to visit him every summer, but i hadn't seen him in 15 years. "well. welcome home, Mr. Reid."
"thanks...so you must be Rachel? well isn't this a little awkward...." you trail off, with the beginnings of worry on your face. I climb back onto your lap and kiss your neck, trailing my fingers along your perfectly contoured chest. "the welcoming committee usually just brings a pie or a casserole, but i think i like this version..." you trail off with a smile and i reach inside your recently zipped pants... "watch out, or i'll make you do it again."