A Terrifying Incident.

I was driving home when a road raging idiot sped in front of me and screeched to a stop, forcing me to stop behind him. He jumped out of his car and came storming back to mine, screaming at the top of his lungs, pointing and gesturing wildly with his arms. I couldn't understand a word he was shouting and I was petrified. I didn't know what to do, I just froze. He started jabbing his finger right in my face. I started shaking and crying.

A guy in the car stuck behind me (Vince) came out and approached Screamer, still spitting and sputtering. He spoke quietly to the madman, trying to calm him down, but the madman turned on Vince yelling for him to mind his own fucking business (that was the only part of his tirade I could understand). Screamer then turned back to me and continued yelling some more. Vince insinuated himself between me and Screamer and got more insistent telling him to get back in his car and leave. But Screamer started yelling at Vince and poked a finger in Vince's chest. Like a flash, Vince had grabbed Screamer's wrist, twisted his arm behind his back, and trapped him in a headlock. Vince lifted him off the ground, rushed him back to his car and kind of dripped him through the door into the front seat. Screamer must have figured it was time to move on, so he pulled in his legs, slammed the door and sped away.

I found out later that Vince is an Army veteran. He enlisted four years before he was deployed to Iraq and did two tours there. Kind of oldish, but who cares. He rescued me. 

Vince came back to my window and asked if I was alright. I wasn't. I was still shaking and trying to stop crying. He asked where I was headed [Home] and offered to follow me there to ensure Screamer didn't ambush me later. 

Once I parked my car, Vince pulled in beside mine. I got out to thank him. He said he was glad to have helped. I invited him to come up to my apartment for a coffee or something and he accepted.

Justin (my roommate) immediately saw the mess I was in when I stepped through the door. I asked Vince to fill him in while I rushed to the bathroom to take a warm shower and compose myself. When I finished, I rejoined Vince and Justin in the living room, wearing a towel around my hair and one of Justin's tee-shirts. Justin had made me a calming cup of tea, which I was still too shaky to take. He's so thoughtful.

Justin gave me a warm hug, telling me things like it's okay, you're home now. I thanked them both, but especially Vince. I asked him if he knew why Screamer was so mad at me. It turns out I had apparently run a red light in front of Screamer forcing him to brake hard. I didn't even notice I had done that. Oops! Feeling embarrassed to my core, I could feel my face heat up. I felt so stupid. Vince said he's glad it's all over and no one got hurt. I couldn't thank him enough. Or could I? 

[Side note: Justin later said that while I was in the shower, Vince had told him what happened. Justin explained that I'm highly sensitive to people's emotions and such. When Vince asked about my masturbation certificate hanging by the door (see my post "How I Learned to Masturbate" if you want to know what that's all about), Justin told him about my sexuality and our "lifestyle".]

Like a light switching on, I knew exactly what I had to do... I wrapped my arms around Vince's neck and hugged him with all my strength. I pulled his head down to my level and kissed him. Justin said "That's MY cue", grabbed his car keys and slipped out while Vince and I were still locked together.

Vince's hand roamed softly over my titties, then up under my tee and teased my nipples, all without breaking the kiss. Wow that felt good! Calming down from the road incident must have intensified my sexual response. (I'll have to remember this for future use: 1) get adrenaline rush; 2) recover somewhat from it; 3) masturbate and/or have sex.) I lightly rubbed a hand up and down over Vince's zipper area and could feel his boner underneath. For an older guy, he can still get it up. Hard too, I pressed in enough that I could feel it.

I broke the kiss, backed away to undo his belt and zipper. His khakis fell to his ankles, he kicked off his shoes/socks and stepped out of the khakis. I lifted his shirt up and off over his head. He did the same to my tee after unwrapping my hair towel. He was built like a soldier if ever I had seen one! 

Him in briefs and me naked, he scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me into the bedroom. He gently laid me on the mattress. I sat up at the edge and pulled him closer. I pulled down his briefs and started stroking his boner, but he said "not yet". He had me lay back down, my legs still dangling over the edge, and he knelt on the floor between my knees. He softly ran his fingers on the skin around my pussy and inner thighs. I started to stroke myself, but he had different ideas. He firmly lifted my hand off and started masturbating me with his thumbs and (believe it or not) with the tip of his nose. That felt SOOO good, until he started licking me from bottom to clit with the tip, just the tip, of his tongue. It felt even better than his nose did. 

He continued masturbating me until I orgasmed. Then he penetrated me with a finger and pressed up against the front of my vagina, while squeezing his thumb against the same area from outside. I put my feet on his shoulders until I came again with an even more intense orgasm a couple minutes later. 

I needed a breather so I sat up and motioned for him to sit next to me. I turned toward him to kiss him after which I grabbed the Vaseline jar off Justin's night stand and scooped out a blob. I smeared it on his boner and started to masturbate him while we kissed sitting up. His hands massaged my titties all over. I masturbated him until he firmly said "Stop!". He urgently pushed me down on my back, landed hard on top of me and shoved it in. He started cumming, I swear this is the truth, after the first thrust. I loved it, the raw power, the urgency, being used like a sex toy by this Army guy.

I fell asleep, with him spooned behind me and a hand on my titty, for a half hour or so. When I woke up, he was dressed and sitting on the couch in the living room looking at me naked on the bed. I got up and joined him to snuggle. He told me that he has lived alone since his discharge. He has no family or friends except for his Army buddies, but none of them live nearby and visit only on the holidays, especially Memorial Day and Veterans Day. He has been a loner and his only sexual outlet is to masturbate. For almost 20 years! Yikes! Poor guy. Hopefully I will be able to fill the void for him now and then. Or is it he can fill my void? Either way, I look forward to it.

So there we were, Vince and I (still naked), relaxing on the couch. I'm  curled up lying down with my head on his lap. His arm over me and hand slowly rubbing over my titty. Justin found us this way when he came back. No words were spoken among us. I simply sat up, Vince stood and entered his number into my phone. Before he left the apartment, he and Justin shook hands, and I hugged him and thanked him once more. His warm strong hands on my back felt so comforting and safe... it gave me the tingles. I will absolutely be calling him again soon.

Once Vince had gone out, Justin told me to spill the beans, every detail. As I expected, he quickly became aroused. By the time I got to the part where Vince thrusted himself inside me, Justin's clothes were lying all over the room, and... well to make a short story shorter... he came in me without further ado.