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One Kiss Too Many - 1
by Scruff Riley (gpriley@hotmail.com)

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How I met my wife. (MF, relc, MILF, rom)

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Chapter One: I Love A Rainy Night 

It all began the night I was driving home from 
Victoria. I had just purchased a brand new Dodge Ram 
pickup truck, black, with dual rear wheels. It was a 
Laramie Longhorn, fully loaded with etched leather 
bucket seats. I had spent most of the evening showing 
off my truck to some friends in the city. 

It was late, and raining heavily on that warm autumn 
evening. As I was about to begin my ascent over the 
Malahat to my home, I caught a glimpse of a car out 
of the corner of my eye. It was pulled over in an 
empty turn-around lot, with the hood up. In the stark 
blackness of a stormy night, I saw a figure hanging 
over the open hood. I pulled over to see if they 
needed help. I pulled up close, and rolled down the 
passenger side window. That's when I realized the 
person was a woman. She was wearing a long trench 
coat. 

"Do you need any help?" I shouted out the window, 
realizing what a stupid question that was. The woman 
straightened up, and turned to look at me. She also 
had on a large-brimmed hat that gave her some 
protection from the teeming rain. 

"I just pulled over to fix my wiper blade, and it 
died on me," she explained. 

"Ya, those Omnis are notorious for acting up in the 
rain," I said. "I've got a flashlight. Let me have a 
look." I quickly grabbed my Maglite and an umbrella. 
Being a newcomer to Vancouver Island, I was told to 
carry an umbrella, so I bought a huge one that could 
cover two people easily. 

"Here, hold this," I said to the woman, handing her 
the umbrella. I shone the flashlight on the 
distributor cap, and undid the clips that held the 
cover on. Sure enough, the points were wet. 

"Just as I thought. Your distributor cap must be 
cracked. Water is getting in. Your car won't start 
until they're dried." 

"How do I do that," she asked. 

"You need a spray, or just wait for the sun to dry 
it. Hop in the truck, and I'll get you some help," I 
said. 

"My children are in the back. I can't leave them," 
she said, worriedly. 

"Of course not," I exclaimed. "Let's get them in the 
truck." She opened the back door, revealing two 
sleeping tots. 

"Okay. Keep holding the umbrella, and I'll pick them 
up, one at a time." I reached in, and carefully 
picked up the closest one, a small boy, three or 
four. I gingerly carried him to the truck, while his 
mother opened the back door of the cab. After gently 
laying him on the seat, we went back for the second 
one. This one was a couple of years older, a girl. I 
was careful not to be too rough, so as not to wake 
her. I carried her to the other side of the truck, 
while the door was opened for me. 

"Thanks," I said. "They should be fine. I turned on 
the seat heat for them." I placed two small blankets 
over them. "Hop in," I said. It was good to get in 
out of the rain. 

"You're soaked. Take off your coat. Here, I'll help 
you." She obliged. I took her dripping wet coat and 
hung it behind her seat. "And your hat. That looks 
good on you. Here, just put it on the floor behind 
me. I've got a cellphone. Do you want to call your 
husband or someone?" 

"No," she answered. "There's no one around to call." 

"Well, I can take you home." I said. "Which way?" 

"Up the Malahat to Shawnigan-Mill Bay Road." I pulled 
out of the lot and headed north. Just a mile ahead 
was a Payless gas station, with a full store. I 
pulled up to the door, happy to find it still open, 
even after 11. I ran in and bought a humongous beach 
towel. 

I had left the heater blowing on full capacity, and 
when I got back to the truck, I saw that my front 
seat passenger had removed her shoes, and placed both 
feet up on the dashboard to get dried off by the 
blowing hot air. I thought it bold of her, being a 
stranger, to put her feet up on my new truck, but 
that was just the way she was. I was about to tell 
her off, but the fragrance in that cab was heavenly, 
with the fan blowing up her skirt, her pheromones 
suffusing the air. I thought I would go crazy. 

"Here's a towel to dry yourself," I said, trying to 
think about something else. She sat up straight, 
grabbed it, and thanked me. She opened it up. 

"Wow. This is huge!" she exclaimed. 

"Ya, it better be for $30. I hope it's super 
absorbent too." She began drying her long, curly, red 
hair. She looked so sexy, tossing her head around. 
Then she started wiping the excess water off the arms 
of her white sweater. They say beauty is in the eye 
of the beholder, and I was doing a lot of beholding, 
and seeing nothing but beauty. 

"I bought you a Mars bar too. I thought you might be 
hungry." 

"Oh, thank you," she replied. "My favourite." She 
took a huge bite. The caramel dripped out the broken 
end, and ran down her lower lip. 

"You spilt some," I said. She tried to lick it off 
her lip, but by now it had dripped to her chin. "No. 
You missed. It's on your chin," I explained. She 
scooped some of it with her finger, then licked it 
off. That was so hot, watching her tongue come out to 
lick her finger. I was mesmerized by her mouth. There 
was something about it, something, something sensual. 

I tried to get my mind off of it. So I said something 
stupid, something equally provocative. "I noticed 
you're wearing an ankle bracelet. Is there any 
meaning to what ankle you wear it on?" I asked, 
hoping to get some kind of reading on her. 

"Well, I've read that one ankle means you're 
available, and the other means you're open." 

"Open to what?" I asked. 

"You know, you swing both ways," she explained. 

"So what one are you," I asked hopefully. Either 
answer would have excited me, especially since this 
woman seated beside me was so beautiful. I could 
still smell the scent of her pheromones from when the 
fan was blowing up her skirt. The thought that she 
might be available really sparked my desire. And just 
picturing her kissing another woman, well, that was 
too much to expect. 

"I didn't say," she replied saucily. "It's none of 
your business." By now, she was drying off nicely. 
She kept working on drying her hair. 

"Oh, the towel is caught in my hairpin. Can you help 
me?" I leaned forward, reaching behind her head. The 
towel had lodged under a wing of her butterfly pin. I 
was able to wiggle it out. 

"Thank you," she said. Being so close to her, I 
looked at her mouth again. I couldn't help myself. I 
became totally absorbed with those pouty, little 
lips. Actually her lips looked large and luscious. I 
could feel her breath on my face. We both became very 
quiet, and still, not knowing what the other person 
would do next. I slowly lifted my finger to her 
mouth, and gently touched her lower lip. 

"What?" she inquired. "Is there still some more 
chocolate on me?" 

I pulled her lip down, just to watch it spring up 
again. "No, it's just... it's just..." I stammered. 

"It's just what?" she said. 

"It's just that your mouth looks so kissable. I just 
want to kiss you." She looked at me, shocked. She 
clasped the door armrest, pulling back, pushing her 
head against the headrest. I leaned closer, and 
slowly put my lips on my finger that was touching her 
mouth again. I slowly moved my finger away, leaving 
nothing between our two mouths. I kissed her, ever so 
gently, then pulled back to see her reaction. 

She sat there, quiet, and holding her breath, with 
such a look of innocence on her face, like a little 
girl. But her alluring blue eyes belied her outward 
appearance of innocence. I sensed an inner sensual 
passion that she dared not release. 

I leaned forward and kissed her gently again. I 
looked in her eyes after that second kiss. Then I 
looked at her sweet lips again, kissing them. She 
remained perfectly still, holding her breath. I 
kissed her, again and again. 

"I'm married," she blurted out. 

"That's okay. I don't mind," I assured her. "I just 
can't resist your mouth." This time, I held her head 
with both hands, and kissed her passionately on her 
mouth. She didn't flinch. 

"You are so beautiful. I just want to keep kissing 
you." And I did. On about the fourth or fifth kiss, 
her lips opened, ever so slightly. I felt just the 
tip of her tongue slip between her lips. It was such 
a sweet, innocent feeling that it reminded me when a 
young girl taught me how to french-kiss. I gently 
touched her warm tongue with mine. We gingerly kissed 
for a minute or so. 

"Don't you care that I'm married?" she blurted out. 

"I thought you said you had no one to call. Which is 
it?" I replied. 

"My husband left us, but I'm still legally bound," 
she said, respectful of her wedding vows. 

"Well, I don't want to make you feel guilty. It's my 
fault. I just couldn't resist. You are so beautiful, 
and your mouth, it's so...so sensual. I just want to 
kiss you all night. You could make me do anything you 
want," I confessed. 

I sat back a little. In the glimmering light, I 
noticed she was still wet from the rain. I saw that 
the top buttons of her sweater had popped open, with 
all the rubbing from the towel. I couldn't help 
notice her white bra. It had a plastic clasp on the 
front. 

"Is this one of those snap-locks on your bra?" I 
asked, teasingly. I reached inside her open sweater 
with my left hand, and squeezed the snap together. It 
popped open as if it was spring-loaded under the 
pressure of her full, delectable breasts. It seemed 
her bra had disappeared, falling to the sides. 

Her mouth opened in shock. Her nipples were huge, and 
luscious-looking. I didn't want to lose the moment of 
her helplessness, due to her unbelief at my boldness. 
So, I quickly slid my hand in under her right breast, 
cupping it firmly, that lovely, fleshy breast. She 
gasped, inhaling sharply. I accompanied my copping a 
feel with another kiss. This time, she responded with 
a full, wet kiss, darting her tongue deep inside my 
mouth. 

At first I thought it was the sweet smell of her 
breath that turned me on. But then I realized it was 
the taste of her saliva. It was delicious. I moved my 
hand off her breast, and pulled her sweater to the 
side of it. How beautiful, so succulent. I stopped 
kissing her lips, and leaned down to her bare breast. 
I held it with my left hand, and gently rolled my 
tongue around her areola and nipple. 

She felt such a burning sensation between her legs, 
like melting warm butter. I loved how soft her skin 
felt, but her nipple was going rock-hard. I lifted 
her breast towards my mouth and began sucking her 
nipple, wetting it with my saliva. She moaned. She 
tasted so good! I noticed that her areola was getting 
redder. Maybe it was my imagination, but her breasts 
seemed to be enlarging. 

"You have gorgeous breasts, and the perfect size. 
Here, let me undo the last buttons, so I can see both 
of them." I fumbled with that last button, and then 
pulled her sweater to the sides. She remained 
motionless, stunned at my aggressiveness. 

"Wow! Look at that! They're so beautiful. Here, let 
me kiss this one." I slipped my hands inside her open 
sweater, caressing her rib cage, sending an electric 
shock throughout her entire body. I cupped her left 
breast like it was a delicate melon, and began 
kissing it all over, except the nipple itself, 
wanting to tease her. 

The heat coming off her body was so intense she had 
steamed up all the windows. She was just aching with 
a burning lust between her legs. She started pumping 
her legs together, trying to get relief. She could 
feel her juices flowing, drenching her knickers, and 
dribbling down her cheeks and inner thighs. She 
reached down and touched her aching spot. 

She was so caught up in the passion. By now, her 
clitoris was protruding out of its sheath, pushing 
the fabric of her moist panties out. I let go of her 
luscious breast and rested my left hand on her right 
knee. I kept kissing her passionately. Her legs were 
crossed. But as she got hotter and hotter with 
desire, she uncrossed them, opening them ever so 
slightly. I gently moved my hand to her left leg, 
touching her inner thigh. 

She grabbed my hand, and started pumping her legs 
together and apart again, trying to get some relief. 
As my hand moved slowly up her leg, she opened them 
accordingly, a little bit at a time. Soon my fingers 
touched the silky panties that were covering my 
favourite part of a woman's body. 

As I slipped my tongue deeper into her mouth, I slid 
my middle finger between her legs, rubbing her 
bulging, fabric-covered lips. Her panties were wet 
and warm. My finger slid easily up and down between 
the silky-smooth moist crack in her knickers. She 
began breathing heavily in my ear now. I pulled her 
panties to one side, trying to feel her bare skin. I 
wanted so much to touch her delicate flower petals. I 
could feel her clitoris bulging, like it was trying 
to escape. I slipped two fingers into her hot pussy. 

The woman groaned and moaned with absolute pleasure. 
Somehow I instinctively pulled her panties off, and 
pushed my fingers back inside her. That's when she 
reached down with her right hand, and grabbed mine. I 
thought she was going to pull my hand away, but to my 
surprise, she placed her fingers over top of mine, 
and led them to her bare pussy lips. Then she started 
pushing my middle finger down and into her juicy 
vagina, her finger on top of mine, entering her hot 
pussy together. 

She tilted her seat back to get a better angle. She 
pushed our fingers deeper, putting upward pressure on 
them, as we both pressed on her pubic bone. She was 
so juicy that I could hear the squishing sound of her 
nectar, as it dripped onto our fingers. As our 
fingers slid in and out of her vagina, I rubbed her 
engorged clitoris with my thumb, making circular 
movements. 

She began moaning louder. I pulled my fingers out of 
her, and grabbed her clitoris with my thumb and 
finger, pumping it up and down like a penis. She 
moaned even louder now with pleasure, as I slipped 
two fingers back inside her vagina. She started 
biting her hand, to keep herself from screaming out 
in ecstasy, and waking her kids. She rocked herself 
up and down on my fingers. 

It had been more than a year since any man had 
touched her there. "What's the difference," she 
thought, "if I let him do this, or I go home and 
relieve myself with a banana?" like she had done 
before. 

I put my fingers, dripping with her juices, up to her 
mouth, and rubbed them on her lips. Her tongue came 
out like a hungry animal, and licked between my 
fingers. I did the same, darting my tongue between my 
first two fingers, as if it were her legs. We pressed 
our mouths together, tongues lashing each other 
between those fingers, like we were sharing a 
delectable honeycomb. 

I said, "You're so delicious." 

She was so aroused now, she looked at me intently 
with her passion-filled eyes, and said, "I want you 
inside me." I almost creamed my jeans. I was about to 
get on the floor in front of her, put her feet up on 
the dashboard, and lean in to lick and suck on her 
juicy labia. I wanted to taste her so badly. Her 
scent was driving me crazy. 

But before I could move, she said, "No, I can't do 
this. Stop. Take me home." 

"What!" I exclaimed. 

"Take me home, NOW!" 

I reluctantly complied. I felt my cock was going to 
explode. It wasn't her fault. I should have never 
kissed her, never awakened her latent desires. We 
drove to her farm, not saying a word all the way. She 
woke the kids, thinking it wasn't a good idea to let 
a strange man carry her kids into her matrimonial 
home. The kids walked groggily up to the front door. 

"I guess I was too aggressive. Tell me. Was it that 
last kiss?" 

"No," she replied. It was the first one. That was one 
kiss too many. I told you I was married," she said 
scoldingly. 

She was about to walk out of my life when I said, 
"Here's my number," handing her my landscaping 
business card. "Call me if you need help with your 
car. Just remember, I'm the one who wants to be with 
you." She took the card, reluctantly. "What's your 
name?" I asked. 

"Donna," she replied, and walked away. The taste of 
her lips was still on my tongue, and the smell of her 
pheromones on my fingers was intoxicating. I groaned 
deep inside, never having wanted a woman so badly 
before. My senses had been drenched in her libidinous 
desires. I finally understood what a MILF was. She 
was every bit a MILF, and then some. She would be the 
girl I would dream about for some time. I wanted her 
so bad I could taste it. 

"Donna," I said out loud. "What a hottie. I want you 
so bad." I drove off, leaving my dream girl behind.

To be continued?

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