Very Right Place, Very Right Time

   I’m was so tired of working. I guess I still am. Anyways, I had worked the past month running machine trials at the plant. 12 to 15 hour days with vendors and engineers grilling me over every detail imaginable. I was pretty much over it. Fortunately I was finally able to take a few days off, mentally regroup. 

  The first day off I decided to take a long bicycle ride. I live in a rural area with many beautiful trails and very little clears your head as much as a ride in the woods. I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt with a light jacket as it was cool but not too cold that day. I figured I’d take the ravine trail down to the meadows. From there I could ride the fire service road back to the old interstate off ramp which was only 2 miles from my favorite diner….perhaps catch lunch. 

  My ride was great. Just what the doctor ordered. However, as I approached the end of the fire road I saw a vehicle parked on the side of the road with its hazard blinkers on. Odd I thought as the truck, a burgundy newer Chevy Tahoe, had Ontario license plates and no one within vicinity. I stopped, leaning my bike against a tree wondering why such a vehicle would be here on a country road seldom used since the mill folded. Of course, there it was….a flat tire. Guess the driver got a ride to get some assistance. Cool…I’ll be on my way. 

   “HEY, STOP….I NEED HELP WITH MY EFFING TIRE! PLEASE WAIT PLEASE STOP…..WAIT!!!!”. Mounting my bike, I heard a woman shout. Looking down the road I saw her, half running, half walking. “My goodness I thought I’d never find anyone…I’ve been here a half hour and almost no one’s come by and no one would stop!”, she exclaimed as she approached. She was mid 30’s I’d guess with dark hair and dark eyes. She was a big woman but in a healthy way, not necessarily overweight but athletic looking. I’d guess she was of an indigenous people's ethnicity…attractive in a tan suede jacket with jeans and a turquoise t-shirt.

“Would you help me change my tire so I can get back to the tire shop? I ran out of service on the highway and went by the exit to the shop so I figured I’d get off here and double back but I’m afraid I’m wrecking my wheel driving too much on it and that wheel looks too heavy for just me to take off.” I replied that I’d certainly help her anyway I could and commenced to the job at hand.

As I worked to change her wheel over to the spare she told me a bit about her life. She lived in Toronto and was en route home from her uncle's funeral. She loved her uncle and had spent several summers at his farm. She was presently separated and had two kids. She worked in healthcare administration…and loved conversation. 

    As I was finishing torquing the bolts of the spare she entered the vehicle and retrieved baby wipes and her purse. “Here’s something to clean your hands,“ she said offering a few wipes.
“Thanks!” 
“ Hey, here’s a few bucks for your time,” she stated as I saw the $50 bill in her hand.
“No, I can’t take money for that… I’m glad to do it!” I replied.
“ Man, guys always have to do it the hard way!”, telling me confusingly. She then opened the rear door and threw a blanket over the seat. “Hey, sit in here for a minute so I can show you something. “
”Uhmm, why? I’m gonna get going,“ I said.
“No, just hop in just for a few minutes. I have something I want you to see,” she countered.
“..Ok, if you insist. I got in the vehicle as she walked around to the other side. She opened the front and rear doors. Taking her jacket off she placed it on the front seat. She then removed her shirt and bra. Topless now, she climbed into the back seat sitting next to me. WOW.
“Pull your shorts and underwear down,” she calmly instructed.
“No, you don’t have to do this, really, you don’t,“ I said. She then told me that I didn’t have to help her either but I did and she wanted to help me too and knew all guys need relief and that she wanted to relieve me! With that I pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles.
“Relax and play with my boobies to get hard,” she directed, which I gladly obliged. They were nicely ample with erect nipples….very suckable I thought to myself. Doing so, she reached over and started to stroke my now erect manhood….perfect grasp with a nice firm rhythm…..it felt soooooo wonderful!

Within a few minutes my prick erupted spewing cum all over her hand as she contentedly observed my cock ejaculating. After a few moments she grabbed a few baby wipes and cleaned my rod off as gently as a baby’s bottom. I gave her a quick kiss on her lips and thanked her. She replied I was welcome and it was her pleasure. It was really, really mine though. I pulled my clothes back up as she stepped out of the Tahoe to put her top back on. She got in the driver's seat as I stood outside the truck. “Hey, by the way, my name's Richard but people around here call me Ricky,“ I explained.
“Well, I’m Mandy and people in Canada call me, well….Mandy!” she playfully offered. “Look me up if you get to Toronto sometime, ok?” I said sure, knowing we’d exchanged no contact information which I bet she knew too as the Tahoe pulled away. What a memory.

   Every time I pass that spot on that old country my mind smiles thinking of Mandy and that flat.