Discovering Submission

Seduction of Distress

Angelica heads down the dimly lit cobblestone path towards the street. Her keys sparkle in the moonlight as they dangle from her ring finger. She approaches the "driver's" side door, wrapping her soft hand around the handle before gently tugging on it. The door opens, raising her hand to wave goodbye to her family. She sits down, swinging her legs into the car, grasping the fabric of her dress tightly in her hand, ensuring she does not close the delicate white lace in the door as it shuts. The key turns, and the engine rumbles; she cranks up the radio, grasping the steering wheel tightly. Her foot presses the gas, and she drives into the night.

With her windows rolled down, the cool breeze kisses her soft skin while she continues her journey home, which consists of 195 miles until she reaches her cozy townhouse in the middle of Denver. A small smile forms in the corners of her lips when her favorite song blares out the speakers, dancing along to the beat. "You mix that n***o with that creole to make a Texas bama." She sings along with the song, not realizing that her car is furiously sputtering. Her car unexpectedly jerks, causing her heart to race sending her into an instant panic. She looks out the window and locks her eyes on the large green sign. "Denver 195 miles," She mutters in frustration. "I am in the middle of f*****g nowhere." Her car jerks again one last time, and the engine suddenly shuts off; she turns on the emergency lights, pulls off the highway, and turns onto a small dirt road. She starts to dig through her purse frantically in search of her phone. "Hey Siri, call State Farm roadside assistance." The phone rings for a few seconds before a very soft-spoken woman answers.

"Hello, thank you for calling State Farm. My name is Tina; how may I help you today?"

"Well, my car has broken down in the middle of f*****g nowhere," Angelica growls angrily.

"Ma'am, I have entered your phone number and pulled up your policy. I need you to verify your name and date of birth, "she says calmly.”

"My name is Angelica Stangard. My date of birth is June 15th, 1990."

"Thank you so much, Miss Stan….." Angelica cuts her off immediately.

"Please call me Angel."

"My apologies, Angel. Can you tell me where you're located?"

Angel gets out of her car and looks towards the highway. "I- I—don't know. I am on a little dirt road on Interstate 25."

"Do you remember the last mile marker you passed?"

"Oh yeah, I just passed a sign saying I was 195 miles from Denver. I pulled off at the next exit and turned onto the little dirt road."

"Miss….. I mean Angel, it will take about two hours for someone to arrive. If anything changes, please call back."

Already frustrated by the badgering she received at her parents house causes her to lash out in a fit of rage, she begins yelling, "TWO HOURS? WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK." She hangs up the phone and walks back to her car. She sits in the driver's seat, reaches over, and grabs the book from the passenger seat. "Well, since I will be here for a while." She opens her book and gently slides out the bookmark. She continues in the exact place she left off. She licks her finger and turns the page. The trickle of raindrops begins tattering against her car. She peeks over the edge of the book to glance out the window before going back to reading. Her eyes became heavy as she heard the rain crash into her car. The sound of a light knock on the window scares her out of her sleep. She gasps and leans away from the window. The silhouette of a large man lingers outside of her window.

"Ma'am, I'm Tim; I am from State Farm."

"She leans towards the window and looks at his shirt."

The name Tim was skillfully sewn into the bright red fabric.

She smiles a bit before rolling down the window. "Hello, sorry about that. You scared the hell out of me; I guess I fell asleep.” She peers over the edge of her glasses to admire his form." Do you need me to get out of the vehicle?"

Tim glances down at her white lace dress and smirks." No, ma'am, I would hate for you to stand out in the rain in such a beautiful dress. Could you please open the hood of your car?"

Angel reaches down and tugs on the hood release handle, followed by the sudden loud click of the hood popping up. She slumps over the steering wheel and laughs, knowing the hood is finicky. She watches him yank at the hood, giggling louder with each desperate tug he makes. He looks up at her and smiles. "Oh, this is funny to you isn’t it?" She then opens her door and walks towards the hood of the car. She bends down, her ass pressed high in the air and reaches into the dark crevice pushing the little lever twice before making the hood open. Practically Grinning from ear to ear. "I should have told you sooner, but after the day I’ve had, I just had to get in a good laugh." He chuckles and joins her to share in this moment of laughter.

Suddenly, a gust of wind causes the back of her dress to blow up, revealing a pair of black lace panties. His laughter quickly turns into a soft groan. She jolts up and turns around. Her apparent blushing face is filled with a look of shame. "D-did you see my…" His smile momentarily distracts her, and she loses her words. She pulls her bottom lip into the tight grasp of her teeth at the sudden sight of water dripping from his well-sculpted jawline. Her eyes follow the water droplets as they glide down his neck to his chest before disappearing into his shirt. He clears his throat and chuckles.

"Well, I think I should start trying to figure out what is wrong with your car." The tone of his voice was resonant and could make any woman wet. "What happened before your engine stopped? Her eyes run down to his chiseled abs, the soaked fabric clinging to his skin. He clears his throat again before allowing a stern and deeper voice to escape his lips. "Excuse me, Angel." Her eyes dart back up and lock onto his, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "I- am. I sincerely apologize…. your shirt is clinging to your body and you look so sexy. What did you ask me?"

"What happened before your engine stopped?" His eyes scan her body as the white lace clings to her skin, her dress tightly hugging her curves. He hungrily licks his lips as he waits for her response." Well, it kicked twice, shut off, and won't start."

"Hmm," he leans over, pressing his hands firmly on the edge of the car. "I can't see anything that looks wrong; it may be inside the engine block. I will have to tow your car…" he looks down and sees her hand running up his stomach." Well, some…" She places her index finger firmly against his lips." Shhhhhhh," she says as she giggles softly. He turns around and leans against the hood of the car. His hand grabs her dress firmly before giving it a quick tug. The unexpected tug causes her to lose balance. She stumbles and falls into his chest, glancing up at him, and she nervously begins to fidget. Her eyes were now locked on his, their bodies firmly pressing together. He reaches up and grasps her chin in his hand, slowly leaning into her, their lips meet. His hand quickly snakes around her neck, his palm pressed firmly against her soft skin. The kiss deepens as they both instinctively tilt their heads in opposite directions; his tongue slithers into her mouth and begins to roll around with hers. She wraps her arms around his neck, jumping and draping her legs around his waist. Her dress drapes over her ass, his hands drift down her body, over her thighs, and stopping at the curve of her ass. The grip he has on her gets tighter as he feels her soft flesh beneath his fingertips. Her skin bulges between his fingers as his vice-like grip cups her supple bottom. Their tongues still slithering around; she moans against his lips seconds before she breaks the kiss.

Her legs suddenly drop to the ground, her feet firmly planted into the mud. The tip of her white lace dress gently drapes into the mud. Placing her hands on his chest, she smiles mischievously before dropping into a squat as his hand trails down his body. She looks up at him, peeking over the soaked black frame of her glasses. The water rolls down the lenses; her hands reach the top of his pants. She leans in and bites down on his zipper. The sound of the zipper gliding down at the guidance of her teeth caused him to smile, closely watching her every move. "God damn that is sexy." She lifts her head up and once again." SH" In a desperate attempt to expose his member, she fumbles around with his button. "f**k it," she grasps the top of his pants and tugs at them. His pants drop to the ground, and the wet denim drapes around his ankles. She slowly runs her tongue along her lips as she sees his wet skin gleaming through the front of his boxers. Running her hands up his legs, Her hand slips beneath the fabric. Her thumbs teasingly graze against opposite sides of his shaft. The feeling of his bare flesh drives her crazy, causing an even more intense hunger to grow within her. His hardness is now increasing at her touch, and a soft moan escapes his lips. She looks up at him; rainwater drips from her glasses as her dress clings to her wet skin. She was giggling a bit as she slipped her arm out of her dress, exposing her bare breasts. Her n*****s protrude from her body as the cool air kisses her skin. She takes one of her hands and runs it up her body to her breasts, giving it a firm squeeze and pressing her palm against her hard n****e.

The cold metal presses into her palm as her other hand tugs at his boxers. Giving them one swift tug causes his c**k to spring up at attention. "MMMM, well damn" The sight of his immaculate member forces her to whimper almost beggingly. A small smirk forms across her lips, releasing her breast from her hand. Her hand reaches up and gathers her hair into a ponytail on the top of her head. She wraps her hair around itself, creating a messy bun. Rainwater seeps from the strands of her hair and drips down her face. Peeking over the edge of her glasses at Tim, she winks playfully before she leans in and runs the tip of her tongue along the side of his shaft. She was giggling playfully as she watched his response. She was nipping at his lip as he balls up his fist, fighting the urge to grab the back of her head and reaching up with both hands and placing them on his thighs, pushing him back into the hood of the car. "I need you not to touch me; do not move, and allow me to do my thing. Do you understand?" He raises his eyebrows and nods his head eagerly. "Good," She says seductively as she leans in and wraps her plump, pillow-like lips around the tip of his throbbing member. A mischievous little grin forms in the corners of her lips; she flattens her tongue against the bottom of his shaft, pressing her two tongue rings at the very point that will cause him the most pleasure—slowly flicking her tongue back and forth, causing him to groan. The sides of her tongue curl around his member before she slowly pushes until his tip grazes the back of her throat. She begins to bob her head slowly, moving, allowing him to adjust to the warmth of her mouth and the cool air surrounding his body.

The sound of rainwater tattering against the car's metal fills her ears. She closes her eyes and slightly picks up the pace. With each inward movement, she forces more of him into her mouth. The rain completely drenched both of their bodies. The sudden crash of thunder startles her and causes her to jump, forcing his c**k to slip into the tight confines of her throat. Her eyes instinctively close as her throat tightens up around his member; a muffled gag escapes her stretched lips and a bubble of saliva forms. She quickly removes herself from his c**k, creating a loud popping sound that fills his ears as the seal is broken, briefly gasping for air before returning her lips to his c**k. Water reflects off her caramel skin and glistens as the next lightning strike lights up the night sky. Her lips tightly wrap around his shaft as she returns to her previous pace. With each bob, a thick saliva forms in her mouth, allowing her to move along his shaft with ease. Her right-hand takes a mind of its own and slithers down to her knees, pushing underneath the now mud covered hem of her dress. The delicate fabric bunches around her wrist and pushes up her thighs as her hand finds its way towards her wet slit. Applying gentle pressure to her fingers, pushing against her c**t before rotating in a small circle. Her button is now being taunted to peek out of the protective hood. Lost in pure bliss from sucking his c**k, her mind drifts. "Why do I enjoy this so much?" She giggles and moans against his c**k. The vibrations from her gentle yet muffled moans pulse through his shaft. His fists are tightly clenching as he throbs in her mouth. Now, he is fighting the urge to grab her hair and have his way with her. He bites his bottom lip and tilts his head back. The raindrops crash onto his cheeks as a loud, exasperated moan escapes his lips. "f**k Angel…."

The sound of his pleasure-filled moans resonates in her ears, picking up her pace as another smile forms across her lips. Saliva, now forcing its way out of the corners of her tightly stretched lips, quickly folds her tongue beneath his shaft, slurping suddenly to savor the sweet nectar his pre-c*m and her saliva have created. Her left-hand reaches up, her palm firmly planted on his thigh. She pushed her hand up slowly as her palm danced up his skin. Stopping as his c**k rests tightly cradled against her hand. She wraps her hand around the base of his shaft. She pushes her head down until her lips are tightly pressed against the side of her thumb. She returns to her bobs, and her hand follows behind her lips. His hips unconsciously begin to thrust to match the pace of her movements. His hips pressing forward as his c**k slips into her throat. His tip forced its way into her throat further with each thrust. Her throat begins to bulge each time his c**k rams into its tightness. Saliva seeps from her tightly stretched lips and drips down her chin. A long strand forms and stretches towards her chest, quickly snapping and falling to her bare t**s. Curling her index finger and hooking the black lace that is protecting her p***y. Tugging gently to the side, her wetness exposed, she wastes no time before plunging her middle finger deep inside her wet hole.

Moaning out in pure bliss, he looks down at her and smirks. "You must be enjoying yourself, Angel." She gazes up at him with her widened light brown eyes. Another lightning strike lights up the sky, her eyes beaming up at him, practically begging to be f****d. He places his hand on her head and gently removes her hairband. Her soft red curls fall to her shoulders and drape against the smooth skin of her cheeks. Water drips from the tips of her curls; like a small stream, it drifts down her chest, creating a small pool of water in her cleavage. He runs his fingers through her drenched hair before resting his hand on the nape of her neck. His hand clenches, gripping a handful of her hair. He snatches her head back, forcing his c**k out of her mouth. She pouts and whimpers softly as his free hand reaches out towards her. "Stand up!” He Demands, before she playfully tilts her head to the side and hesitantly stands up to her feet. His grip loosens, and he releases her hair; he leans in and briefly presses his lips against hers.

He allows her to enjoy the moment of intense passion before quickly snapping her back into reality. Breaking the kiss, he reaches up and pushes the hood of her car closed. The loud slam mixes with another sudden thundering roar of lightning striking the ground. The sudden light reflects off their skin; his hand approaches her and grasps her dress. He yanks the delicate fabric and forces her into the car's hood. Her torso flops down onto the cold metal, her breasts tightly pressed into the hood. His hand grasps the back of her dress, and he gently but desperately tugs at the fabric until her round ass is exposed. Looking down, admiring the curve of her ass, he reaches his arm up and slams his hand against her lace-covered skin. Water droplets fly into the air as his hand connects with her soft bottom. She moans softly, playfully wiggling her hips back and forth teasingly. With one quick movement, he grabs her panties and pushes them beneath her ass. The drenched fabric drapes around her thighs; he leans forward and presses his hardened, throbbing c**k against her fleshy folds. Cautiously pausing to see if she resists, she pushes her weight back into her hips, causing her lips to spread; his c**k plunges deep inside her tight walls. She cries out in pure pleasure as his c**k envelopes into her wetness.

His phone suddenly rings as his c**k pressed against her cervix. He huffs and looks down at his pants. Their bodies yearn for more, and the temptation to continue rises. His hips move from front to back as his phone stops ringing. Pressing back into him to meet his thrusts, arching her back to make herself move vulnerable to him. His phone starts to ring again a second time. "Damnit," He says in frustration, slipping his c**k out and reaching down into his pants, and grabbing his phone. "Hello Tina," Pausing to listen to her before he responds. "Yes, I am going to have to tow her car. I could not seem to find anything visibly wrong with it." He looks over at her and smiles. He grabs her hand and guides her towards his truck before opening the door. He motions her to get in, nodding as she struggles to slip the wet lace over her shoulders. He hangs up the phone and reaches into the back seat to hand Angel a towel. "I will be right back. Sit tight and make yourself comfortable." She giggles softly. "Okay, I will." He closes the door and heads towards the rear of his truck. He spends about 20 more minutes in the rain hooking up her car. He opens his truck door and climbs in next to her before handing her the book she fell asleep reading. She blushes softly before smiling. "Oh, you're too sweet, thank you." Reaching down and turning his keys, the truck roars as it starts; he puts the truck into drive, his foot pressed against the accelerator. They drive into the night and laugh shortly after passing mile marker 195.