However, she did get custody of the kid. Ethan saw his father a couple of times a month, but most of the time he stayed at her parent’s home on the countryside. Carolyn did get to see him during the weekends because she was an art teacher, meaning that aside from some grading and lesson plans, she had the full weekend to herself. She spent that time with her parents, but also with her son. She was happy to see them when she did, but often, Carolyn wished that there was something more.
There was something almost empty about her life so far. Despite having a good job, she felt like there was still a lot of stress and edge that seemed to not go away. To couple that, finals were coming up next week, and Carolyn had a lot of grading to do. The final projects would be turned in, and she would have to take care of grading those. Often, during the week she had to deal with anything from crying children, to even children who tried to cheat and mess up the projects of others. Needless to say, her job was stressful despite the subject. She didn’t expect she’d be getting into this with the art degree that she had.
It had been a long week. On Saturday, she slept in, and she so desperately needed that since it had been so fucking long since she stayed in bed. When she woke up though, she laid there.
Sometimes she did feel the effects of depression. Life did get her down sometimes, and she started to realize that over the last few years, her life had been, for lack of a better word, boring as all hell. She felt like even with the divorce, her life was so vanilla and basic. She worked too hard to really get out and go to the club, and when she did get out with friends, she felt like she couldn’t really relate. While having a job as a teacher was awesome, since she was doing what she was passionate about, but she wanted a relationship. She missed the feeling of having a dick inside of her.
Sure, some guys flirted with her at school, but they were all older, and not really attractive. Along with that, she did try online dating, but most of the men were creepy as hell, and she never felt comfortable.
Not only that though, she also had a fetish that she wanted to indulge in. Sure, she’d love great company and mind-blowing sex, but she also had a desire to feel her hole be stretched to the limit by fisting.
Fisting is such a turn-on to her. She’d love it if a guy just pushed his fist all the way in. Fred never seemed interested in that though, and the last time she managed to have that was with her ex-boyfriend James in her early twenties. That was nearly ten years ago.
She threaded her hands through her blonde hair, her tan skin glistening slightly in the sunlight. Her body grew hot thinking about it, and soon, she moved her hands down her panties, touching herself and her folds softly with slight strokes. She closed her eyes, imagining a guy eating her pussy out with enthusiasm, enjoy the taste of her wet juices. She really wanted to meet a guy like that, someone who wanted to go down on her like that. Oh, how she craved it.
Fred was shit in bed. He didn’t give two shits about foreplay, not liking the idea of going down on her, or even fingering. He only did basic penetration until he came. It was selfish as hell, and when she confronted him about it, he would tell her that it was nasty. Naturally, Carolyn decided that day she would never suck his dick, and she hadn’t since that day.
Carolyn didn’t want to think about that. Right now, she wanted to think of the perfect dick, penetrating her and making her mewl. She started to move her hands to where her entrance was, circling the fingers about and pressing inwards. She managed to get two fingers into there, pumping them out in a needy manner. Her thumb circled her clit, touching in the gentlest manner, but enough to turn her on.
Her breasts felt heavy. She grasped one of them with her free hand while her other continued to thrust inside her wet cunt. She began to play with her tits, enjoying the massive mounds. For her size, she was super well-endowed, and as she continued to play with them, she would increase her movements, going faster and faster. This was the life, the life she had been waiting for.
God, she would love to have a giant cock inside of her, penetrating her, spreading her all the way apart. She started to thrust in and out of her wet pussy, going faster and faster with every single motion, angling her fingers so that she was practically sitting on top of them. She was so close, so damn close.
It had been a good ten or so minutes of the stimulation directly against her every fold. As she did this, she pulled a dildo out from where the bedside drawer was, grasping it and sliding it all the way inside of her. It was a massive dong, about eight or so inches, and when she felt the penetration, she began to shiver, feeling it rub in and out of herself. She moved her hand to her clit, teasing it while she pumped herself, going faster and faster, the anticipation of this almost too much for her to bear.
Fuck she was close. So damn close she didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She started to thrust it deeper and deeper, and suddenly, as she did, she began to shiver, feeling that warmth pool up inside of her, and when it hit her g-spot at that point, she began to scream.
She climaxed hard, feeling her back move from the bed, arching slightly with each touch. God, she loved that, but in truth, she wanted more. She did crave the feeling of more stimulation, the feeling of the cock deep inside of her body. She felt so spent, and she was so happy at the moment.
When she finally finished, she laid in bed, feeling the anticipation of all of this. It was already well past noon. She spent quite a long time playing with herself, but it was needed. She missed the feeling of an orgasm, and I had taken a lot out of her recently. She managed to get ready, finally leaving the house at about three or so. She hadn’t even bothered to get dressed until past 2 pm. She did want to see Ethan, but in all honesty, she needed this break, since she was stressed as fuck.
Today, she wore a sexy summer dress that got down just above her knees, making her shapely legs look great. She grasped her shades, putting them on and also wearing cute platform heels. She knew that it would be a bit of a drive. It was about an hour or so away, and she felt ready to get out and enjoy the road.
She got into her black Audi, hitting the highway and soon going off onto the road. It was a side road, one that she did enjoy a lot. However, when she got to the middle of nowhere, seeing nothing but fields all around, she started to realize that her car was slowing down. It finally stopped, and it made Carolyn worry.
She looked at the gas gauge, cussing to herself.
“Shit,” she said.
She forgot to refill her gas tank a while ago. She just realized that she was going to need to find someone, anyone to help get help. She didn’t even know where she was. She didn’t like this.
She looked around for a while. It was mid-afternoon, and still nothing. Shit, would she be out here all night? She didn’t want to be. Finally, she saw a group of bikers coming her way, about ten or so of them, and when they got closer to her, they started to slow down, perverted smiles on their face. Great, so she would have to deal with scummy guys just to get the hell to her son’s home. The man at the front though motioned to others something, and soon, the other guys started to leave. What was going on. Soon, it was nothing but her and the other man.
Here she was, in the West Virginian countryside, with nothing to help get her out of here, and 33-year-old Carolyn Myers had no idea what in the world she was going to do. She felt scared, but as the man got off his bike, he pulled his shades down, and Carolyn immediately felt her heart stop as soon as she saw the man with the sexy green eyes. He stepped off, getting closer to her, and for a long time, Carolyn didn’t say anything, just studying this man.
He was tall, over six feet that is, and he had on a red bandana. His long, black hair was put in a neat ponytail which cascaded down his body. He had a bad-boy look to him, with a black fitted shirt, ripped jeans, and some black army boots that went up to mid-calf. He did have the typical biker look, but there was just something oddly sexy about this. Carolyn wasn’t thinking about much else at the time except for one thing.
Holy shit. He was attractive. Immediately, Carolyn was instantly attracted to this man, seeing the bulging muscles and the strong and sexy façade, but of course, there was one thing that he did that immediately made her heart stop. It was the smile, that damn little grin, and although she didn’t even know this man, that sexy smile was all that she needed, and it was the one thing that she took from this encounter. His smile was so sexy that it was one that could melt her panties, and Carolyn started to realize that she might not be able to hold back from acting out her naughtiest fantasies with this man. He was a stranger for now, but she highly doubted that he would be one for much longer, that’s for sure.
Chapter 2
The man walked out, looking at her, smiling with a coy smile.
“Hello there doll. You okay?” he said.
He called her cute pet names. Here was something almost nice about that. Carolyn cleared her throat, looking at the other man and blushing.
“Well, my car stalled. Apparently, I ran out of gas,” she said.
“Oh, that’s a damn shame. My name’s Jackson by the way,” he said, extending his hand.
“Carolyn.”
“Great. Do you want me to give you a ride to your parent’s house?” he asked.
I wasn’t that far out, but too long of a trek to walk.