Last month I was traveling to visit a girl friend at the beach. We always have a girls getaway in the summer. Well, in a blonde moment, I stopped at a rest stop and got distracted by a hot guy and locked my keys and purse in the car. I was starting to panic as no one was around. That hot guy sped off before I realized what I had done. I went into the quick mart and the only person in there looked a little Boys From Deliverance like if you know what I mean. I may have even heard banjo music. I did not want to ask for help from him. I just needed a phone to call AAA. I looked around and saw a bus stop at the corner. So I walked over and waited until someone came. A young college age boy, glued to his phone, sat down like he didn’t even see me. But, I am an attractive woman. I started to talk to him. I explained that my car was just down the street and I locked my purse in the car and needed a phone. He looked at me rather intently and said, “I have no money.” I was like “excuse me? I just need to borrow your phone to call AAA.” He replied, “Sure, whatever you say, but I still ain’t got any money.” I didn’t understand what the communication problem was here, but obviously he did not buy that I was just stranded. I got up and looked him right in the eyes and I said “I don’t know what your problem is, but I am stranded. My phone is in the car and I really just need to use your phone.” He looked at me, cocked his head and said, “You mean you aren’t a hooker?” Really, hookers work the bus stop in broad daylight these days? I assured him I was not a pro, but really stranded and that the redneck back at the quick mart kinda scared me. I asked him why he thought I was a whore. He said, “Um, look at what you are wearing Ma’am.” Ma’am? Being called a hooker is better than being called Ma’am! I said I was on a road trip to the beach and my AC went out in my car so was just trying to stay cool. We had a good laugh.
He then apologized and said he would call a friend of his who was a mechanic to meet us at my car. He walked me back to my car, where is friend showed up with one of those jimmy things and got my car door open immediately. I was so very grateful I offered the guy a ride to where ever he was going since I made him miss his bus. Turns out he was just on his way home from work. His car was in the shop and he was not 25 yet so couldn’t rent a car. He was just a tadpole! I took him home. He invited me upstairs to freshen up. I had been in the heat for awhile and walking in not so appropriate foot wear.
I was in his bathroom and got a good look at myself and thought I could see how someone may mistake me for a hooker. He was nice after the confusion and helped me get my car situation settled. I though why not fuck him. He was cute. So I walked out of his bathroom in just my hooker boots. He was, like “damn, but I thought you said you were not a hooker. I’m broke, even though you are wicked hot.” I assured him I did not want his money. I had my own. I just wanted to show my thanks for helping me out. I fell to my knees and started sucking this beautiful young cock like I was a pro. Hell, I bet I sucked it better than a hooker because I wanted to suck it. He had a nice cock too. I started rubbing my clit as I took him inch by inch down my throat. He had never witnessed a woman touch herself in front of him before. I had a lot to show this young one. And I did. I taught him how to eat pussy. I taught him how to fuck me in the ass and I let him titty fuck me. He was rather obsessed with my boobs so I let him fuck those too. When he came, he shot his load all over my huge tits. And I let him watch as I savored every drop of his cum off my boobs. That shit is yummy.
As I was leaving, he said I should be a pro because I was hotter than any hooker he ever saw. He insisted I would make a ton of cash. I let him know that I never wanna take money for sex. Not cuz I am a prude or anything, but because I never want to think of fucking as a job. I informed him I fuck for pleasure and whom I fuck is not dictated by how much money I need, just by how much cock I need! He kissed me goodbye, and I got back on the road, happy to be mistaken for a whore.
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