A Helping Hand
written by:
Inanna

God, I was horny. I was driving from a tough day at work to the local supermarket to do my groceries. Again, I berated myself for staying up late the night before reading erotic stories. One, I hadn't had nearly enough sleep to cope with my day, and two, I was now horny as hell. The afternoon traffic moved slowly on the freeway and I found my mind drifting back to the stories I had read the night before.

Almost without meaning to, my hand reached up and started tweaking my nipple through my blouse. My nipples were already hard, and I felt the sensation shoot straight to my groin. I groaned aloud as I felt my pussy get wetter. If I got any more turned on I would be swimming. I firmly put both hands on the steering and tried to concentrate on driving. Thankfully the shopping centre was just up ahead.

I finally negotiated my way into the parking lot, and tried to find an available spot. Unfortunately, the centre seemed pretty busy, and I ended up parking quite a way from the entrance. I sat in my parked car for a few minutes, reapplying my lipstick, checking my purse was in my handbag. I tried to create a list in my head of all the things I needed to buy, but couldn't focus. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing myself to relax. As I did so, I noticed that at this far end of the parking lot, there wasn't a lot of foot traffic. Suddenly more alert, I looked around keenly: nope, no-one really walking this way, no cars parked next to mine...If I was careful, maybe I could...

"Fuck it."

Mind made up, I leaned my carseat back and kicked off my heels. I slowly spread my knees and my skirt rode up my thighs. Keeping a careful eye out for pedestrians, I reached my hands up and started to knead my breasts, circling my thumbs over my nipples. God that felt good. I increased the pressure and starting pinching them softly, working into a steady pattern. My breathing was coming faster and I was starting to sweat. I knew that I couldn't last long in this state.

My right hand drifted from my breast down over my torso and onto my right knee. I slowly slid my hand up my thigh, imagining that it was a lover doing so. I pushed aside my already wet panties, and slid my fingers onto my pussy. I gasped at the contact, after being so turned on for so long I was highly sensitive. Still playing with my left breast I lightly trailed my fingertips down over my pussy lips, and then back up to the top. I pushed my index finger inside the folds and found my clit, already swollen and throbbing. I pushed my fingertip against the nubbin, firmly applying more pressure but no movement.

My hips bucked unintentionally and I cried out. I slid my fingertip down lower, and found I was so slippery and wet that my fingers were instantly coated with my juices. I was panting now, my head thrown back, eyes closed, and I brought my fingertips back up to my clit. I started to rub my fingers against my clit in a back and forth motion, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I brought my left hand down from my breast, and widened my thighs even further. I started running the fingertips of my left hand over my entrance, just dipping inside and then retreating. The whole car smelled like sex, and breathing in my own aroma got me even more turned on. I was thrumming over my clit now, so close to the edge I was frantic.

I was rudely brought back to the present by a sharp rapping at my window. Oh no. I went completely still, my eyes popping open in horror. Not really wanting to look, I slowly turned my head to look at my interrupter, my cheeks flaming in mortification. A man was leaning against my window frame, looking down on me with a half-smile playing on his lips. Okay. At least it wasn't an old lady or a kid. He made a motion for me to wind down my window. I felt my eyebrows rise and I smiled in embarrassment. I shook my head vehemently. No way. By this point I had managed to remove my hands from under my skirt, and I was trying to unobtrusively lower my skirt back down my legs. He made the motion again, a bit more forcefully.

I grimaced and sighed. Okay. I slowly wound down my window, and he turned towards me, putting his hands on the sill and leaning forward.

"Yes?" I tried to instil the word with haughty disdain, like I hadn't just been caught masturbating in a public place.

"Sorry to disturb you, but you seemed to be a bit, uh, agitated, and I thought you might like some help."

What? That was not what I had been expecting; I had been geared up for a scolding. I took a closer look at my potential "helper"; he was younger than I had thought at first, probably early thirties, with sandy hair and blue eyes. I ran my gaze down over the rest of him that I could see. He was wearing a high-visibility work vest and navy work pants. His exposed upper arms looked strong, and he was smudged here and there with what looked like dirt. I licked my lips nervously, did he mean what I thought he meant?

"Um, what kind of help?"

His eyes had been travelling over me while I was appraising him. Now he leaned in closer to me through the window. "Well," he said softly, "I was thinking I could help you by fucking that pretty pussy of yours with my mouth until you came on my tongue." He grinned at me. "Does that sound like help you'd be interested in?"

I felt my mouth pop open, my breathing escalate. I stared at him, wide-eyed, for several heartbeats, while he gazed back at me impassively. Oh my god. I felt myself nodding at him, and his grin broadened. "Here?" I croaked, barely able to squeeze the word out.

"Hmm. Tempting. But me kneeling on the asphalt licking you out in broad daylight might get you interrupted again and we don't want that. But you seem to like exposing yourself too, and I'd hate to make you wait any longer." He seemed to think for a moment. "My car is the 4WD parked next to you on the other side. The back seats fold down. I could spread you out on them and uh, ‘help you' there?"

I glanced over. Hell, I'd been so carried away earlier I hadn't even noticed him pull in. I nodded silently and he moved away to fold down his seats. I quickly threw my purse in the glove compartment, and got out of my car on shaking legs. Was I really going to do this? I looked over at my ‘helper', and thought, "hell yes I am".

I walked over to his car and looked in. He had pushed the front seats all the way forward and the middle seats all the way back. Their backs were so low to the floor they were almost horizontal. He came around the car and opened the door for me. I was amused when he put out his hand to help me in. What a gentleman. I had to laugh; after all he was doing all of this to ‘help' me. He climbed in after me and closed the door. It was awkward for a moment, and then he slid his hand behind my head, pulled me towards him and kissed me. It was slow and sweet, his mouth moving over mine deliberately. When he pushed his tongue between my lips I felt myself reignite, my embarrassment forgotten. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him passionately, pushing my body against his. He groaned into my mouth and then pulled away.

When I went to follow him he pushed me back, and lowered me roughly onto the seat. He leaned above me, and kissed me again, not slowly at all this time, but deep and hard. I kept trying to wrap myself around him but he held me down, his body across mine. His hand moved onto my breast and he started to squeeze. Mmmm. His mouth moved from mine and down my neck, kissing and nibbling as he went. I let go and gave in to it, laying back and letting him pleasure me. He came back up to my face and rubbed his stubbled cheek against mine, before kissing me lightly on the lips.

He moved up off me, and let his hands move firmly over my body. I writhed under his touch, desperate for more. "Okay baby, I know you need this." He slid back down the seat, until he was kneeling on the floor of the car between the front seat and mine. He placed his hands on my knees, and gently spread them, before trailing his hands up my thighs. My skirt was pushed up to my hips by his wrists, and he leaned forward and rubbed his face over my panties, inhaling deeply. "Jesus, you smell good, I can't wait to taste you." I whimpered in response and he smiled up at me.

He sat back on his heels, and looked at me, spread out before him. He reached out his hand and lightly traced my pussy lips through my panties. I pushed my hips towards him and he took the hint, rubbing my pussy firmly with his hand. "Baby, your panties are soaked through, did you know that?" I whimpered again, and he grinned. "No point in wearing them, then, is there?" I shook my head, and he hooked his thumbs through the band and pulled them slowly down my legs. He looked at me again, and pushed my skirt up higher around me waist. "Beautiful. You have such a pretty pussy, baby. Why don't you show me some more of it?"

I looked at him, confused. I just wanted to feel his tongue, fingers, anything on me, why was he hesitating? I was practically writhing in need before him.

"Play with yourself. Show me exactly what you were doing earlier." Oh. I shouldn't be embarrassed now about that, after all, I was lying naked from the waist down, spread open before a complete stranger during the afternoon in a very public carpark. Still... "Come on baby, I want to see you." The husky way he said it made the muscles in my belly clench in the most amazing way. Okay.

I moved my hand down between my legs, and dipped my fingers into the folds to find my clit. I gasped as I stroked it, I was still incredibly wet. I looked at him, and he was watching my fingers avidly, naked hunger etched on his face. I felt my own lust spike up another notch. "More. Show me everything. Open up for me." I brought my other hand down, and then using both hands I spread myself open to him. I'd never exposed myself in this way before to someone, and I felt doubly exposed with the sun streaming through the windows and the sounds of shopping trolleys clattering past. I was trying really hard to stay still and do what he wanted, but the way he was looking at me made me want to jump up and impale myself on him NOW.

"Good girl." He sounded like he was struggling to stay calm, too. "Now stroke your clit. The way you were doing before."

Holding myself open with my left hand so he could see, I dipped my right fingers into my pussy opening to wet them. "Here, let me." He grabbed my hand and brought my fingers to his mouth. He sucked the juices off my fingers and moaned in genuine pleasure. I could feel my pussy juices leaking onto his car seat. I don't think I'd ever been so turned on before. He put my fingers back in his mouth and sucked on them hard. He then returned my hand to my pussy. With my fingers wet from his mouth I started touching my clit.

I slowly circled my clit with my fingers, moving my hips in gentle thrusts against my hand. Then I stiffened my fingers and started rubbing slowly back and forth across my clit. The whole time I watched him watching me. I was so hot, so turned on, I didn't need him to tell me to go faster. I started to really thrum my fingers across my clit the way I had been doing earlier in my car. I was gasping, so close to coming, I felt all of my muscles clench, and my back arch, when he put his hand over my fingers, stilling them. He picked up my hands and gently moved them aside. I felt my orgasm receding, and I was about to protest, until he pushed two of his fingers up deep inside me and clamped his mouth over my clit.

I was so surprised that I cried out, and as he curled his fingers inside of me and sucked hard on my clit I felt myself explode in one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had. I think I screamed, but I'm not sure.

When I came to, I was drifting. I felt like molten honey was flowing slowly through my veins. As awareness returned I realised that my helper was tenderly kissing the insides of my thighs, and gently rubbing his stubble against my pussy. Mmmm, it felt good. I was glad that he had backed off, my clit is usually really sensitive after I come. I smiled in pleasure... wow that had been amazing. I shifted, languid, trying to work my slack limbs into a comfortable position. I felt him smile against my skin, then he began nibbling gently.

"Welcome back, baby"

"Mmmmmmm...."

I heard him laugh softly. I realised that he had his palms under my knees, and he was slowly moving his hands up under my thighs, then back down. "How are you feeling?"

"Oh, so good. So.... Mmm.... So good."

"Good. Now, it's my turn." Well, of course he expected something in return. But I was a little shocked at the way he phrased it. I had a sudden mental image of our positions reversed, with me watching him stroke himself to orgasm before clamping my mouth over his cock and sucking him down. Oh my. That was a sexy thought. I felt my pussy lips clench in desire. I quickly sat up so we could switch positions.

He looked up at me from between my legs and smiled at me. He still had his palms under my knees. He straightened from his kneeling position and reached up to kiss me. I could taste myself on his tongue - that always gets me going. I put my hand behind his head and pulled him closer, letting my tongue explore his mouth and shifting my hips forward to that my breasts brushed his shirt, and his pants rubbed against my bare pussy. I could feel how hard he was for me, and I moaned into his mouth as I rubbed myself against him. God, I was getting worked up again.

His hands were everywhere. He laid long strokes up my back, down over my breasts, up my legs, and over my ass. I tilted my hips up so he could slide his hands under me, and he gripped my ass tight and pulled me closer against him. I wrapped my legs around him, and my hands gripped his shoulders as I broke from the kiss and tilted my head back. He ran hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of my neck, over my collar bone and down my torso. He reached one hand up from my ass and up under my shirt to yank my bra down from my left breast, and then his mouth closed over my nipple through the material of my blouse.

I arched my back, pushing my breast into his mouth, and he sucked hard. I was moaning, and he sighed in pleasure as he felt my nipple harden in his mouth. I reached down between us and fumbled with the button of his pants. He grabbed my hand and drew it to his mouth where he kissed my palm, before hauling me upright into his arms. He nuzzled into my neck while stroking my back, slowly, gently. "Shhh, baby. Not yet." We were both breathing hard, and I was bewildered.

"What - ?"

"Shhh." He was kissing my neck again, slowly this time. "God, you are so sexy. All I was going to do was kiss you." He slowly lowered me back down against the chair, hovering over me and placing little kisses on my collar bone. "I want to kiss you everywhere." His head dipped lower over my breasts as he continued to kiss down my body. "I just got carried away." His breathing was still ragged, but he was firmly back in control now. I sucked in a breath when his mouth closed over my nipple again. This time, he suckled slowly, stopping now and again to flick over my nipple with the tip of his tongue. The material of my blouse made the contact feel raspy and rough.

I writhed underneath him. I was frustrated, and needed more. "It's okay, baby, just relax and let me make you feel good." He put his hand up my blouse and pulled the cup of my bra down from my right breast. I filled out my blouse nicely, and he couldn't get his hand over my breast without taking off my shirt. Instead, he placed his hand over my right breast above my shirt and started rubbing my nipple through it. I took a deep breath and tried to relax and enjoy the moment. I absolutely love having my nipples tweaked and sucked, and usually I would be in heaven having this man playing with my breasts in such a skilful way, but I was too far gone in lust and my pussy really needed attention.

I took another deep breath. I started talking to myself. ‘Slow down, girl. How often do you get a man taking care of you like this? Settle down and you know you'll love it'... Nope, not working. His wonderful tongue on my nipple was just keeping me on a steady boil, and I was already too hot. My pussy was so wet that I was squirming, trying to get some friction, some release.

"Baby?"

"Hmm?"

"Baby, stop for a minute." He lifted his head immediately and looked up at me.

"Everything okay?"

I took a deep breath, I did not want this to come out wrong. "You are amazing, really amazing, but I'm about to combust." He laughed, his eyes taking on a wicked glint.

"Oh? So what would you like me to do about that?"

"Well, I'd really love it if you fucked me." I heard his sharp intake of breath, saw his shocked expression. I felt my own wicked expression cross my face. "Or, we could follow your original suggestion, when you said it was your turn." I licked my lips at him suggestively, and he groaned.

"Christ, woman, you are going to kill me." He rested his face on my stomach for a moment. When he looked up, his expression was serious. "I would give anything to fuck you. But we can't here, I think if this car started rocking we'd get stopped pretty quickly. Besides, I promised to fuck your pretty pussy with my mouth until you came on my tongue, and believe me, I was working my way down there to do just that. That's what I meant by my turn." He stopped talking for a minute and looked at me. "Do you still want me to do that?"

I didn't know what to respond to first. "We could drive somewhere else?"

He chuckled, lifting my shirt and rubbing his face against my midriff. "That's true, but could you wait that long? I mean, you couldn't even wait for me to finish touching your tits." He had a very good point. I flexed my hips against him. "That's what I thought." He brushed his face against me again, and then started kissing my stomach. He moved his hands to the top of my knees and started sliding them up my legs and under my skirt. His thumbs brushed my pussy lips before he move his hands slowly back down my legs again. He move his head and started kissing lower on my midriff. I was writhing under his touch, desperate for him to touch my pussy.

"Oh, please," I was gasping for air, "please, baby."

"Are you sure you want this? You gotta tell me it's okay baby."

"Yes, yes, please! Please, lick my pussy, make me come..."

It was like I flipped a switch. He moved lightening quick between my legs, flinging my skirt above my hips, pushing my knees wide, and diving in. He started at the bottom of my pussy by taking a long lick, all the way up to my clit, which he circled with the tip of his tongue before licking back down again. At the first touch of his tongue I arched my back and cried out in pleasure. This was what I needed. God it felt sooo good. He was groaning too, he stopped for a moment to look up at me. "You taste incredible. My god." He lowered his head and put his tongue back in my pussy. He flattened his tongue and pushed it hard against my folds, rubbing it up and down the length of my slit.

"You're so wet." He rubbed his tongue over my clit the way I had rubbed my fingers earlier and I was moaning and bucking my hips under him. "You taste so good. I could stay here for hours, baby, eating you. But you need it now, don't you?" I begged him not to stop, not to slow down. I think I said we could take it slow next time. I didn't care what I said. I just needed him to keep going.

He put his hands under my ass and roughly pulled my pussy to his face. Then he pushed his tongue inside of me. It was amazing, he had a long tongue, and he hardened it as he pushed it into me. I was going wild under him and he held me still with his hands as he pulled back out of me, and then plunged back in. He fucked me with his tongue for several minutes, and then he clamped his mouth over me and started to French kiss my pussy. He was sucking on my pussy with his mouth, and twisting his tongue inside of me at the same time. Every time he curled it and then brought it back out, I heard a slurping noise and I knew he was tasting every inch of me.

I wrapped my legs around his head, bringing him deeper into me, and he moved one hand from my ass to my clit. With the thumb of his hand he flicked my clit back and forth, and then pressed down. I thought I was going to lose my mind. Then he did it again and I screamed. I was so close...so close... He moved the hand that was holding my ass slightly and started rubbing the thumb along my ass slit. I had been so wet that my ass was slippery too, and his finger slid easily up and down across my ass crack. I reached down and threaded my hands through his hair, and he slid his thumb into my ass at the same time that he pressed down on my clit and pushed his tongue as deep as it could go inside of me, and I fractured into a million pieces. . . . . .

He was still between my legs. That's what woke me up. I could feel his tongue making long, slow licks up my pussy, always stopping short of my clit. Mmmm, it felt so nice after our frantic pace of before. Every now and again he'd dip his tongue inside of me, not hard like before, but a slow, gentle, filling push. I lay there, blissed out, and took every pleasure he laid on me. I had never been so sated, so completely fulfilled. And he was still dressed. I wondered how long I'd been out, how long he had been lovingly licking my cum-soaked pussy.

I moved my hand back into his hair. Had I pulled it before? My fingers stroked his hair, and he murmured happily against my pussy, but didn't stop. This time his tongue reached the top of my pussy and he touched it gently to my clit. My hips jerked, and he pressed his tongue a little harder against my clit until I relaxed. Once I'd stilled, he very gently lapped at my clit, alternating directions but always in nice, slow movements. I sighed in happiness, it felt wonderful.

He laid a finger at my entrance, and lightly ran it back and forth making me shiver. He pushed his finger up inside of me, and started nibbling on my clit at the same time. I groaned and pushed my hips against his hand. He drew his fingers out of me, and lapped his tongue up and down my pussy lips, and then pushed the finger back in. He stroked the wall of my cunt with his finger and my heart rate accelerated. He was lazily sucking on my clit now, drawing it into his mouth and running his tongue tip over it. The slow pace was utterly delicious, and I felt bathed in a sea of sexual decadence.

I could feel myself building to another orgasm, and I shook my head and grinned in amazement, even while I was gasping in pleasure. He had worked another finger inside of me, and was slowly and deliberately fucking me with his fingers. I bucked my hips up to meet his hand, and he pushed deeper inside of me. We both groaned and he started to suck harder on my clit, pulling it into his mouth.

"Ohhhh, baby, that feels so goooood, oh don't stop, please don't stop..."

He took my clit gently in his teeth, putting pressure on it but not biting down, and started thrumming his tongue back and forth on it, all the while stroking his fingers deep inside of me. And I came, riding it out this time. It wasn't a mind-blowingly intense release as before, but rather wave upon wave of pleasure soaking through me. My back arched, and my toes went numb, and I cried out in joy. For a few minutes afterwards, I just lay there, feeling the weight of my limbs, the heat that spread through me, and the lightness of my heart that comes from being well and truly loved.

My helper was stroking my pussy lips softly, and he bent down and placed a kiss on my clit before pulling my skirt back down and joining me on the pulled down seat.

"Hi."

"Hmmmm... Hi, baby," I sounded drugged, I felt like I was high. I smiled up into his eyes, showing him how wonderful I felt and he smiled back at me.

"How was that?" He was running his fingers down my arm and back up.

"Better than I could ever describe." I meant it. That was.... Oh. The best afternoon ever.

He grinned boyishly at me, and I leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. "Thank you." I could taste myself on his lips and I shivered. I looked up at him again, and then softly started kissing his face, cleaning my juices off him with my mouth. He made this sound, somewhere between a groan and a growl, and I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed his mouth hard. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I got dizzy thinking about what he'd been doing with it only minutes before.

I shifted closer to him on the seat, until my body was pushed against the length of his. I could feel his erection, pushing hard into my stomach. I flexed my hips against him and he groaned into my mouth. I had my hands in his hair, and I was sucking on his tongue, like I was giving it head. I wanted his cock in my mouth, wanted to taste him.

I unbuttoned his pants and slipped my hands inside. I found his erect cock, and wrapped my fingers around him. He stopped breathing. His cock was covered with precum, and I thought about how close he must have been while eating me out. His cock was overflowing in my hand, so big and so hard, god I wanted it. I shifted down on my seat so I could take it in my mouth, but he grabbed my shoulders and kept me at his eye level.

"What!" I snapped at him, exasperated. "Don't tell me that you don't want this, because your incredibly wet, hard dick is telling me otherwise." Honestly! It was enough to give a girl a complex. Didn't he want me to touch him?

"No, it's not that. I just... god you're going to think this is ridiculous. Okay, look, I'm a tradie, okay? I've been running around like a madman all day, and came here straight from work. I'm sweaty, dirty and gross. I don't want you to put that in your mouth, okay?"

I stared at him, started to laugh, and then stopped. "Or anywhere else, right?" He nodded, clearly embarrassed. How silly. I loved him all sweaty and dirty. I was about to say so, but saw the look in his eyes. "You're serious." Again, he nodded. Wow, that was sweet. I let out a deep breath. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah." I paused. "Yeah, of course baby, anything you want. But I still want to make you feel good." I was still holding his cock in my hand, and I stroked it suggestively. I felt him twitch in response. I leaned towards him and kissed him softly on the mouth while I wrapped my hand more firmly around his hard cock. "Is this okay?" He didn't answer but "Mmmmmm"d into my mouth as he kissed me hard. I took that as a yes, and started moving my hand up and down on his cock.

He was holding me in his arms, and thrusting his hips so that he was fucking my hand. I held him tight and pumped up and down on his cock, giving him a squeeze every time I gripped the head of his cock. My hand was wet with precum, and I knew he was so wound up he couldn't last much longer. I flicked my wrist and changed to an underhand grip. He was grunting and moaning into my mouth continually now as I stroked him harder and faster. He broke away from me suddenly and whispered, "baby..."

"I want you to come on my pussy."

His eyes flew open and he stared at me. "What?"

"I want you to pump all of that hot cum all over my pussy." He moved so fast I would have laughed if I wasn't so eager myself. I pulled my skirt up over my hips, and he knelt between my knees, his hand pumping his cock. He looked down on me, spread out before him.

"God, you are so hot." I wriggled my hips, and he smiled a tight grin at me. His hand was flying now, and suddenly he moaned loudly and started shooting streams of salty, hot cum all over my bare pussy. He was breathing hard, and I watched as he gripped himself tight and squeezed the last of his cum onto me. He then used his softening cock to rub his cum into my pussy, before collapsing on top of me and leaning in for a kiss.

He shifted onto his side beside me, and pulled me close, kissing my forehead. I snuggled into his arms, feeling his cum running between my legs. He stroked my hair, and I murmured happily. I realised the light was changing, it was nearly dark. I had to get home, he probably did, too. I wondered what the usual protocol was here. I'd never slept with a stranger, and I definitely wanted to see him again. Was I just supposed to give him my number?

"Do you still want to do your shopping?"

I laughed. "I don't think my shaking legs could support me around the supermarket. No, I think I'll get some takeaway tonight, and collapse into bed. "

"Mmmm" He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I laughed again. "Okay, okay. I'll walk you to your car." He grabbed a towel from the back seat of the car, where I noticed he had a bodyboard and swimmers stashed. He used the towel to gently clean me up, and then handed me my discarded panties. I decided not to wear them, and balled them up in my fist. I stepped down from the car carefully, yes, I was aching deliciously.

We walked around to the drivers' side of my car, and he leaned down and kissed me. "You're one wild woman, you know that?"

"Umm..." I didn't know what to say to that one. I'd never been called wild before. "Listen, really, thank you -"

"Sure, baby. Tell me. Do you always do your shopping on a Wednesday afternoon?"

"Uh, yeah, usually, why?"

"Well, maybe I'll see you next week then."

I beamed up at him. "Well, maybe you will." I opened my door and got into the car.

"You know, I don't even know your name?"

I grinned, "I know." Then I shut the door and drove home. I was so happy I could just hug myself.