There were a lot of motorists stopped by the weather; they were hanging around inside the store, in their cars, outside under the overhang, etc. Since I had been driving for several hours I decided to stretch my legs and go inside. While I'm inside, into the store walks the most gorgeous guy soaked to the bone from the rain. I thought, poor bastard must be miserable, he's so wet and oh so hot looking.

He caught me staring at him and smiled at me. I smiled back and tried to mind my own business. He was trying to dry off and every time he moved I just had to look. I just kept checking him out! I started to feel like a peeping tom or something, so I went back to my car.

In the car, I'm totally bored and thinking of excuses I could use to go into the store to check out that tall dark stranger. My mind just wouldn't stop picturing that handsome face, wet hair and that shirt plastered to his body.

Next thing I know my "hotty" (as I like to think of him) comes outside to have a smoke. Of course I can't stop checking him out again! Much to my disappointment, after a short time he went back inside. Now I have a complete new set of images of him in my mind and I'm out of control...over a stranger! I have to laugh at myself; this is not my style. It hasn't been that long since I've been with a man, what was wrong with me?

The rain starts to lighten and my "hotty" comes outside again. This time, not stopping to smoke, he keeps walking...right by my car. He waves; I smile slightly and forget to breathe. I watch him walk right to the exit ramp; he's headed for the highway. He's a hitchhiker! I sit in my car and start to contemplate the excitement of picking him up.

Now I reason with myself: I never stop for hikers, I'm too responsible and frankly a chicken when it comes this particular risk. I thought it over and over and kept coming back to the same conclusion. I rarely take chances in my life. My life, while a happy one, has lately felt like "this is it?". At my age there are already things I regret not having done when I was younger. Now that I'm older I'm trying to be more adventurous; this was the reason for this trip to Key West in the first place. So I decided to be a Good Samaritan and offer a ride to a stranger. It's a nice thing to do, right? I started my car and headed for the highway.

I catch up with my "hotty" and ask were he's headed. He's Florida bound too, so I tell him to hop in. He thanks me and introduces himself as Tom. He notices I'm the same woman from the store and smiles like the cat that ate the canary. We start chitchatting about the weather. I'm trying not to blush (remembering how I oogled at him before) and trying to breath because...well,this is the most daring thing I've done lately! Now that I have him in the car, what do I do? I start talking to him a mile a minute because I'm nervous. We talk about the anything and everything. As the hours went by I started to feel like I knew him, even if though I just met him. I can't explain it - it's just one of those things; we connected.

We stopped to get a bite to eat and I couldn't stop smiling at him! He finally asked, "What's with all the smiling?" And I actually confessed,"I find you very attractive." He responded ,"I like that your beautiful smile is about me." He reached across the table and touched the back of my hand. My face lit up and I could feel my body reacting to his slight touch. It felt like an electric shock from head to toe! He just went right on talking and I froze.

My body seemed to have a mind of it's own, ringing with need. I tried to focus on our meal and the conversation, but I couldn't stay focused; I was so up-tight and just wanted him to touch me again. After the meal, we got back in the car and drove until we reached my destination for the night.

I had made a reservation in advance for the night at a hotel and was looking forward to it until I realized I'd now have to say good-bye to Tom. I had enjoyed his company and wasn't ready to give it up yet. I hinted that he should get a room too and we could ride together again the next day. Of course, no additional rooms were available. Tom said, "too bad" and started to say goodbye. Before I thought about it I asked him to share my room, using the lame excuse that I really wanted company for the long drive tomorrow. He hesitated but said okay.

Tom made sure I had time alone in the room to shower and change before he came inside. While he took his turn showering, I lay on the bed and started to feel drowsy. I felt myself falling into deep relaxation quickly and started fantasizing. I lay in the bed getting very aroused from my thoughts. I continued to let myself fantasize….

I'm with Tom. He's wet from the rain and walking towards me. He reaches for me, kissing me roughly, like he has missed me forever. I instantly start trying to peel off his wet clothes. He starts unbuttoning my shirt. I feel his hand on my breast and lean into it. He twists my nipple between his fingers. I love the way he touches me. I can't get my body close enough to his. He's muscles are beautiful and hard. I wake up! I jerk upward and groan aloud when I realize I was dreaming. My body feels like a firecracker.

As my eyes begin to focus, I see Tom standing at the end of the bed, looking at me with a worried look on his face. I blink to make sure he's real. He asked, "Are you okay? It sounded like you were having a bad dream." I smile sensually and say, "I was dreaming of you."
Tom moved closer to me and asked ,"is it all right if I kiss you good night?" I could only nod yes; I couldn't find my voice now. My heart was racing with anticipation.

He slowly kisses me on the lips and I forget to breathe. He stops and looks at me closely as he runs his fingers through my hair. He asked again if this was all right. I answered by leaning into his hand, remembering my dream and wishing he'd kiss me again. He knew what I wanted and this time I opened my mouth to his. I placed my hands on his chest and felt his body quiver at my touch; his heart was beating as rapidly as my own.

As he kissed my neck and shoulders, my body arched upward to get closer to him. He slipped his hand onto my breast. His touch was more beautiful than my dream. Through my tee shirt, his hand moved against my erect nipple. I moan into this mouth. He moves his hand lower and stops. We came up for air and he asked , "you're sure?" I said yes, knowing I had to have him. I wanted him more than ever now that I tasted his mouth on mine and felt his touch.

We kissed until we were breathless. He pulled my shirt over my head, moving to take my breast into his mouth. He sucked on my nipple and the heat of his breath on my skin drives me wild! He bites me lightly on each nipple as I moan aloud. He slides his hand down my body; his hand goes inside of my thong and he and peels it off me.

He reaches between my legs, messaging my most wanton place. I open for him, conscious only of the need to let him do what he will. He slips his finger into the moistness between my legs. He places his finger inside of me and fondles me until I cry out in ecstasy. He pulls away and kisses me everywhere as he moves lower down my body. I want to touch him, but he won't allow it. He says,"I want to taste you, all of you." I let him have his way and my skin turns to flames as he takes me into his mouth.

He's licking me now where his hand once was. He begins rubbing my bud with gentle strokes of his tongue. He makes long, slow movements downward and sticks his tongue in and out of me, faster each time. My body jerks in reaction, wanting to peek. I feel my muscles contracting. I say his name over and over again, not even knowing where I am, only who I'm with. I tell him I need him inside of me. I feel him smile against my thigh.

He brings his mouth back to mine and I watch as he licks my juices from his lips and smiles at me. When we kiss again, I can taste myself in his kiss. When he lowers his body to mine, I can feel his hardness against me. My hands move lower, into his pants; I find his rock-hard shaft. I pull his pants down with urgency; I want to have him naked beneath me.

He moans into my mouth as I take his cock in my hand, stroking him up and down. I rub the head of his cock against my swollen mound so he can feel my wetness. I arch upward to stroke myself with the head of his cock. I moan again, now in frustration. I want him inside me, but not yet. I want to do to him what he did to me. I slide down his body and take him in my mouth.

I hear him suck in his breath and he becomes very still. I can tell he likes my lips rubbing against him. I wiggle my tongue and lick him slowly, then take him deeper into my mouth over and over. I feel his hands in my hair and he makes me look up at him and he says, "Come here baby, I've got to have you now." I crawl up his body slowly, kissing him along the way. He flips me underneath him and I felt his need for me. His cock is swollen and throbbing against my wet opening. He begins to slide into me with slow, tortured movements.

The feel of him filling me so completely is almost the undoing of both of us instantly. We both want this to last, so we breathe deeply and allow the slow movements to relax and arouse us at the same time. We broke the spell by kissing and tangling our arms around each other. As he continued to pace our rhythm together faster and faster I started to see stars. I couldn't believe he felt so perfect inside of me!

He seemed to know all the right moves, arching upward as he moved in and out to reach my most sensitive spot. Tom growled once, lifted my legs and balanced on his knees in front of me, never losing our rhythm. He reached down and placed his thumb on my clit and started massaging me while fucking me; this had my head spinning even more as I resisted the orgasm I could fill building and waiting to explode within me. He asked me, "Do you like that?" and said beautiful things to me as he worked my body to the max. I told him, "I love watching you, watching us." He moved again as he felt me tighten around his cock.

He placed me on his lap, facing him as he continued to move within me. He said he wanted to watch my face as I climaxed in his arms. He kissed me again, like in the beginning, along my neck and shoulders, never leaving my lips for long. He sucked my nipples and nipped at them again. I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered words of wanting him to cum with me, telling him I loved feeling his skin next to mine this way. I asked him if he could feel me getting tighter around him and told him again how good his cock felt inside me.

I knew he was ready to burst. I told him, "deeper baby, deeper, harder, that's right!" I let my orgasm take flight, saying to him, "Now baby, give it to me, you know I want that hot load, cum with me." I'm gritting my teeth waiting for him to give me what I want.

My body racked with spasms as I felt his release. My legs shook as we both yelled out in the glory of it all. I continued to orgasm and spasm around his cock for several minutes after, as we held onto each other. When we finally glanced into each other's eyes, I could see he was just as amazed as I was at how beautiful our joining was. We snuggled together and before I knew it I was asleep in his arms for the night.

I woke up to soft kisses on my cheek and in my hair. He was watching me as I opened my eyes and I saw tenderness in his look. I felt my body stir. I felt warm and fuzzy all over just looking at him. I breathed a sigh of relief when he held me close and said, "Good morning beautiful, are you ready to start today's journey?" I buried my face in his chest and smiled, thinking this was one of life's best adventures yet and that I couldn't wait to get started and see what the day had yet to bring.