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   Roadway Find, part 1 - MF, F - solo, oral

   Disclaimer Warning: If you're under age or offended by the subject
matter you should not be here reading this, so DO NOT read any further. 
This is my story and in part or in its entirety, shall not to be reproduced
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   I was driving back from dropping my kids off with their mom, a typically
boring trip, when I spotted a vehicle ahead of me on the shoulder.  I was
almost to the outskirts of a small town, so I really didn't expect to see
anyone with the vehicle, figuring they probably walked the short distance
to town.  I slowed down anyway, and pulled in behind the vehicle when I saw
a girl appear beside it.  Her face changed from a look of dejection to one
of excited hope as I got out.  I could see that she had a flat tire.  The
girl introduced herself as Sherrie.  She was brunette, about 5'4", slender
build, overall a pretty girl.  She had on a pair of slacks and a tasteful
pink blouse.  There was a sticker on the back of Jeep for the small college
in town.

   I was just about to ask if she had a spare when another girl came around
the car; this one a blond, slightly shorter than Sherrie, and a little bit
stockier, wearing cotton shorts with the college logo on them and a snug
shirt.  She was not fat, by any means, mind you.  I pegged her as an
athlete, maybe a softball or volleyball player.  She introduced herself as
Kayla.  When I told them I would change their tire, Kayla squealed and
hugged me tight, pressing her firm breasts against me.  I hugged her back,
lightly.  Fortunately for me, she let go of me and backed up before my
stirring cock stood straight up and poked her, which would have embarrassed
me.

   As I set about changing their tire, I engaged them in conversation.  The
girls said they were students at the college, and were returning from
visiting family when they had a flat only a mile or so from their
apartment. They had a spare, but didn't know how to change it.  I
discovered that Sherrie was 20, and Kayla 19.  They were both going to
college on volleyball scholarships.  They lived in a small off campus
apartment complex on the edge of town, literally less than a mile from
where we were.  They had met when they got to the college (Sherrie was one
semester ahead of Kayla), and they had quickly become close friends and
roommates.  Their families were several hours away, and liked the idea that
the girls looked after each other.  They seemed like fairly innocent
college girls, probably like most small-town students.  They spotted the
stickers on my truck and asked if I was a fireman.  When I told them I was,
they expressed admiration and asked lots of questions about the job.  I was
happy to oblige, as it gave me something to do while working on the tire.

   I finished up their tire and put the spare back on Sherrie's Jeep
Cherokee.  I then realized I didn't have anything to clean my hands with,
and they had gotten quite dirty dealing with the tire.  The girls went to
the Jeep, but the water bottles they had gotten for the trip back were now
empty.  I could here them talking near the front doors.  "We COULD invite
him to the apartment to clean up," Kayla was saying.  "After all, we don't
have much money to pay him, and it seems like the least we can do." "I
don't know," Sherrie replied.  "We don't know him.  But he IS a fireman,
and they're good guys, right?" "Yeah, it's should be fine," Kayla said, and
started back to where I was.  She hesitated when she got to me, and I could
tell she was nervous.  "Um, we just live up the road, and since you were so
nice, and, well, we can't pay you, we can at least let you come wash up at
our apartment, if you want?" She phrased this last as a question.  I almost
declined, then she added "Please?".  How could I resist that.  It was
obvious she felt bad about not being able to offer me anything for the
tire. "Well, OK, as long you're sure I won't make you too uncomfortable" I
replied.

   I followed them up the road to their apartment complex.  As I drove
along behind them, I could see them talking in the Jeep.  It seemed they
were engrossed in a subject, going back and forth about it, sometimes
heatedly.  I wondered what was so important at this juncture, and hoped I
hadn't made them too uncomfortable by accepting their invite.  After all, I
could have went to a convenience store or fast food place to wash my hands.
When we pulled in and they got out of the Jeep, tho, they were all smiles
again, with no sign of the exchange.  "We're over here, in the only one
story building." Sherrie said.  "We don't have to hear neighbors above or
below us, which is a bonus!" She led the way, and Kayla walked behind me to
the door, as if watching to see if I were going to try something.  I simply
waited while Sherrie opened the door, then motioned me in.  "The restroom
sink is stopped up, so you'll have to wash up in the kitchen," Sherrie said
as she pointed me to the sink.

   I went into the kitchen and began to wash my hands.  I could here the
girls talking over the running water, but not what they were saying.  I
picked up the towel and almost jumped as Sherrie appeared in front of me,
standing close.  "We feel bad that we can't pay you for helping us," she
said.  "However, we DO want to offer something, but we have to ask, too."
She seemed sort of unsure as she said this, as if thinking how to proceed.
I was taking it all in when I felt Kayla step up behind me and put her arms
around me, hugging me gently.  "At least hear us out?" she almost whispered
from behind me, "And don't think badly of us" she added quietly.

   I was starting to get an idea what they were thinking, but was still
somewhat puzzled as to all the details.  I was liking the feeling of Kayla
being pressed against me, tho, and so I decided to play along.  "I won't
think badly of you," I began.  "Tell you what; you tell me what it is you
have in mind, and ask what you need to.  If I decide to decline, or you do,
then we'll just give each other a goodbye hug and pretend it never came up.
Deal?"

   Kayla stepped out from behind me and they looked at each other.  "Deal"
Sherrie said.  "Let me get you a glass of tea, and we can sit at the
table." I still didn't know exactly where this was headed, but I was liking
the direction.  I took a chair at their small table.  Kayla pulled a chair
close to me, and Sherrie took a third, setting glasses of tea in front of
us.  We sat in a sort of awkward silence, until Kayla began, "We were
talking on the way here, and wanted to ask....." she paused here, then
continued, "Do you have an account on afterhours.com?" I was taken by
surprise.  Afterhours.com was a discreet adult website where I did, indeed,
have an account, as my sex life with my wife had gone cold.  I couldn't
picture these two even knowing about it, much less having seen my profile,
since I lived over an hour away from them.  "Actually, I do.  Why do you
ask?" I replied.  Kayla almost squealed "I TOLD you it was him!" at
Sherrie, who just smiledand nodded.

   It was Sherrie who continued, saying "We also have an account, but we
aren't searchable.  We are looking for something specific.  You see, we
were both sort of suffering in silence until Kayla walked in on me one
night when I was, uh, relieving some tension." She blushed at this, but I
just nodded my understanding.  She paused a few more seconds before
continuing, "What we discovered that night was that we were both
experiencing the same frustrations.  We were both looking for some
occasional relief, but didn't want the risk of picking up guys.  Don't get
me wrong, neither of us is gay, but we found that we could, uh, help, each
other and still be safe." My mind drew an instant picture of these two in
bed, naked, in a 69, and my cock was instantly rock hard.  I shifted a bit
in my seat as I reached and took the tea glass, hoping my predicament
wasn't TOO obvious.

   "Which leads us to now," Sherrie continued.  "We had actually considered
emailing you on afterhours, especially since your profile indicates you've
been looking for a while, and you don't appear to be a bed-hopper." "I'm
definitely not that," I replied.  "I posted on there looking for something
steady.  A friends-with-benefits situation, if you know what I mean."

   "We do," Kayla said.  "We're looking for the same thing.  There are
plenty of guys here who would be more than happy to bed either one of us,
and just ecstatic to have us both, but while we're not gay, we're not sluts
either." She put her head down and I almost didn't hear what she said next;
"Actually, I've only been with one guy." I could tell she was blushing, and
Sherrie added "My number is only two, but I'm pretty proud of that,
especially since one of them was a friend I'd known for years, but we were
only intimate one time, and the other I dated for several years.  We were
only intimate in the last few months, tho, just before he went to Iraq."
Her eyes misted a little at this, and I wondered what had happened.  She
answered my question without me asking, however.  "He came back and said he
couldn't have two wives, and he was married to the Corps, so I should find
someone else.  I was pretty reclusive for a while after that, but a girl
gets lonely, if you know what I mean.  I'm so happy I met Kayla, but still
there's only so much we can do for each other.  We decided we didn't really
want to use toys with each other, so....." She trailed off, but I nodded to
indicate I knew what she meant.

   "All this leads to our main question," Kayla said.  Sherrie continued,
"We need to know if you are 'safe', you understand?".  I nodded, "I
understand.  I'm not fixed, tho, but, if we decide to go on, I can make
sure you don't get pregnant." They both giggled at this, and Sherrie spoke
up again.  "Well, not exactly," she said, "Neither of us like condoms, and
in fact won't use them, which is part of the reason we are so picky." I
must have flinched a bit, but Kayla quickly interrupted, "We can't get
pregnant!  We aren't trying to trap anyone, and we also don't believe in
abortion!" I must have looked stunned, because she recovered somewhat and
continued, "You see, the school has a GREAT program to help combat teen and
unwed pregnancy.  They gave us IUD's for free.  But even still, an IUD
can't stop everything, just pregnancy, sooooo....." she trailed off, and I
understood what they were asking.

   "I haven't been with anyone other than my wife in years," I said.  "In
fact, I have turned down several opportunities with women who just wanted a
once or twice romp.  I'll use condoms, but I don't really like them,
either. I did have a couple of flings in between my two marriages, but I
have been tested and cleared for years.  So yes, I can assure you both that
I am 'Safe' for you, if you want to pursue something.  And while I'm
looking for something long-term, and I think you are, as well, I must
insist that either of us, or I guess any of the three of us, can control
the pace and frequency at any time.  No pushiness allowed.  Deal?"

   "Deal," they said simultaneously.  "We have actually written down what
we want as rules," Sherrie said.  "Do you mind?" I shook my head, and she
disappeared for a moment, only to return with a sheet of paper, which she
handed to me.  It wasn't very long, but was interesting.  As I looked over
it, I noted the highlights, which started with the expected, 'No stalking,
No blackmail', etc, and continued to 'No other partners (except spouse) for
the duration of our relationship'.  It all looked good to me.

   "What about the two of you?" I asked.  They looked puzzled, so I
continued, "Assuming we are in agreement about starting this arrangement,
you two can obviously still play with each other, but what are the rules
with me?  Do you both have to be there, or what if one is or isn't
interested at a particular time?  How does that work?"

   "We've talked about that, actually." Sherrie said.  "And we agree, that
as far as each other, we fall under the same rule as your wife, so we can
play with each other anytime.  As far as you would be concerned, it could
be both of us, or either one, as long as the three of us were exclusive to
each other.  Sometimes one of us may not be interested, or may just want to
watch, or whatever.  If that's the case, you can ask, but you'd just have
to be happy with the one you had.  You can't hound the other or be extra
pushy." At this she smiled.  "Besides, if we're both present, I don't think
it would be long until we were both involved, unless you turn out to just
be a lousy lay." She kept a straight face for a minute, then burst out
laughing.  I laughed with them for a while, as the tension was finally
broken.  "So, what do you think?" Sherrie asked finally, adding, "And
please, PLEASE, don't say yes just to bed us once or twice and then quit
returning our calls.  We have considered the possibility of that happening,
and it's probably our greatest fear.  If that's what you're thinking, just
be honest with us, please.  We'll give you something memorable to leave
with and part as friends, just don't use us for a one night, or to fulfill
a fantasy."

   "I think we finally found each other," I said.  "And don't worry, I
won't do that to you.  As I've said, I've been very picky, and have turned
down one night stands.  As far as the fantasy thing, I spent several
weekends with my first wife and her best friend, so I already have the
'threesome' fantasy out of the way." I smiled at them as I told them this,
and could see them visibly relax once again.  "So where do we go from
here?" I asked them.  "I probably have another hour or so today before I
have to go, and what then?  I guess we need some way to keep in touch."

   "We can come up with some reason to 'meet' legitimately," Kayla said. 
"For now I have a different idea." With that she leaned forward and kissed
me gently.  At the same time I felt her hand slide up my thigh and lightly
caress my cock thru my jeans.  She moved forward off of her chair,
maintaining the kiss.  She was standing now, but bent forward, her hands
somewhat awkwardly fumbling with the button on my jeans.  She got the
button quickly, and the zipper followed.  Soon I felt her small hands
directly on my cock as she reached inside the waistband of my briefs.  I
could tell she was still somewhat nervous, so I let her lead.  She broke
the kiss and leaned next to me, one hand still caressing my cock, and I
heard her whisper in my ear, "I don't know if you heard earlier, but I've
only been with one guy, and I don't think I'm ready to just jump to that
right away.  I won't leave you hanging.  I just don't want full sex today.
Are you ok with that?" She backed up a bit and looked at me, waiting for my
reply.

   "No pushiness," I told her.  "Whatever you want today is fine by me." By
this time I was wondering where Sherrie was.  I spotted her out of the
corner of my eye, still sitting in her chair, but watching Kayla and I
intently.  Apparently she was content, for now.  My attention quickly
returned to Kayla as she began to kiss the side of my neck.  "Thank you!"
she whispered, and then sank to her knees in front of me.  Feeling a slight
tug, I raised my bottom off the chair and felt her pull on my jeans, then
push them down around my ankles.  Almost immediately she leaned forward and
took the head of my cock in her mouth.  The warmth and wetness of her soft
mouth was exquisite, causing me to draw a quick breath as she softly sucked
on my cock, taking in the first inch or so past the head, then backing up.
When I opened my eyes, I found Sherrie staring at me.  "She isn't very
experienced, so be nice to her." Sherrie said.  I certainly wasn't going to
have any problems with that!  "And don't cum in her mouth without telling
her first, ok?  She's really going out on a limb here, and I don't want her
to have a bad experience."

   "Sounds great to me," I moaned as Kayla continued slowly moving her head
up and down my cock, taking in a little more with each down stroke.  I knew
she had heard what was said, but she gave no indication.  The excitement of
this whole scenario was finally catching up to me, and I got the sense this
blowjob wasn't going to last too long.  Kayla paused then, sliding her
mouth off my cock and looking up at me.  "I appreciate you understanding,"
she said, "and Sherrie's right about me not being very experienced.  It's
ok if you want to tell me how, or give suggestions, or whatever you like.
Just please don't force me." She smiled broadly before continuing, "I'm
trying to take it all in, but I have to go slow." She blushed again at
this. "One last thing," she said as she continued to slowly stroke my cock,
"Even tho I don't have a lot of experience, I'm willing to experiment.  So
I'm willing to let you cum in my mouth, but like Sherrie said, you gotta
tell me first, ok?"

   "Absolutely," I responded.  "I'll give you plenty of notice to decide
what you want to do, if you keep this up that long.  I won't even mind if
you decide to back up and finish with your hand at that point.  I can
always clean up with a towel.  I want this experience to be everything you
want it to be."

   "Thank you," she said softly.  "Do you mind if I ask a dumb question?".
"Not at all," I said, "Asking questions is the best way to learn, and I
promise never to make fun of anything you ask." Hearing this, Kayla went
on, "How do I do it?  I mean, if you cum in my mouth, what do I do?  I've
seen a couple of videos, but they didn't look very real.  The girls on
there backed up and opened wide, and let the guy shoot his stuff on their
tongue." I was surprised at her candor.  Based on her experience, I really
had expected her to be much more hesitant and less straight-forward.  She
was going on, "Should I do that, or just keep sucking?  Sherrie told me
once that when she did it for her boyfriend she would stop and hold just
the head in her mouth when he was ready.  I just don't know what to expect,
ya know?  I'm kinda apprehensive here.  I don't know what it's going to
taste like, either, and I don't want you to be upset with me if I don't
like it, or make a funny face."

   I could tell she was really worried about this, and I tried to allay her
fears as best I could.  I was acutely aware of Sherrie watching and
listening intently.  As I went on, part of me still couldn't believe I was
sitting here in this small kitchen, giving a cute 19 year old instructions
on how to let me cum in her mouth, as she slowly stroked my cock, with her
equally cute 20 year old friend and lover watching.  "Well," I began, "the
video thing is more entertainment than reality.  It goes to guys being
visual creatures.  We get turned on by what we see, and being able to see
our cum going into a woman's mouth is extremely erotic.  On the other hand,
the way Sherrie described is much more common, in my experience.  Some
women just keep going, but again, not very many in my experience.  Really
tho, the choice is yours.  You should do whatever you are comfortable with.
As far as taste goes, it just seems to be an individual preference.  When
it comes to snacks, do you prefer popcorn or ice cream?"

   Kayla seemed puzzled by my question, but answered, "Popcorn!  Ice cream
is way too sweet.  What does that have to do with this, anyway?"

   "Taste," I told her.  Most women describe the taste as salty.  You
should be fine with it, but you'll just have to wait and find out." "Mmmmm,
OK," she responded, and once again lowered her head to my cock.

   "Kayla," I said, "one more thing.  With the newness and excitement of
all this, I don't think it will be long before you find out." She hummed
her acknowledgement, which sent shivers down my spine.  I was trying to
enjoy this experience as long as I could, but it was a losing battle.  I
heard a snap and looked over to see Sherrie leaning back in her chair, her
eyes closed and one hand in the front of her open pants, steadily moving.
She opened her eyes, and, seeing me, smiled.  The look of bliss on her face
was all I could take, as the last of my will power slipped away.

   I put one hand on Kayla's shoulder as she continued her gentle sucking
motion, and noticed that she had taken my cock completely into her mouth,
and seemed to be relishing her accomplishment.  "Kayla.  Kayla!" She raised
her eyes to mine, and I went on, "I'm gonna cum, Baby!  I'm gonna cum now!"
Suddenly she backed up, stopping with just the tip of my cock in her mouth.
Then she opened wide as she tilted her head back and looked up at me, her
tongue stuck out with my cock head resting on it.  It occurred to me that
she was doing her best to turn me on, but she had already accomplished
that! Her hand still stroked my cock as she looked up at me.  The sight of
her face was almost angelic as she waited there to catch my cum.  "Oh Baby
I'm cumming!" I almost shouted as the first pulse of my cum shot out of my
cock and coated her tongue.  She continued to stroke my cock as I came,
sending shot after shot of my cum flowing onto Kayla's tongue and into her
mouth.  My body relaxed as the last of my cum drained onto Kayla's tongue.
Sensing that I was done, she sat back and closed her mouth, seeming for a
moment to sample the taste of my cum in her mouth, before swallowing it and
then leaning forward to gently lick my cock clean.  I couldn't recall when
I had last had such an exciting blowjob.

   Suddenly, from across the table came a crescendo of moans, rising in
volume and tone.  Kayla and I each looked across the table at Sherrie,
watching her back arch in the chair and her legs clamp closed on the hand
in her pants as she came, oblivious to us.  She continued to caress
herself, whimpering as her orgasm began to subside.  Finally coming back to
her sensed, she smiled shyly at Kayla and I.  "Guess I got carried away
watching you two," Sherrie said as she withdrew her hand and buttoned her
pants.  Kayla stood and motioned to me.  As I stood, she bent and pulled up
my briefs and jeans, gently putting me back into them and fastening the
button.  She leaned forward and kissed me again.  "Thank you again," She
said, "for helping and teaching me.  And by the way, I really liked the
whole experience!" She paused for a moment before continuing, "Well, except
for the part where everybody got to cum except me!" With this she feigned
sticking her bottom lip out in a pout....

   "I think I can solve that," I said with a smile........
   
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