Hi, I am Haasini , I live At Bangalore with my husband. I got married about 14 years back and my only son is at a boarding school. My husband is in hardware business and usually comes home late and tired.

Last month I decided to drive up to our cottage on the outskirts of Mysore. I packed all cleaning supplies in anticipation of spending the day cleaning and getting the cottage ready for winter holidays when my son will be back home during christmas.

My cottage is about four hours drive from the city where I live.I have such fond memories as a child spending weeks at a time every summer swimming in the lake nearby at Sri Rangapatnam, hiking in the woods, sitting on grandpa’s lap on the old swing as he told scary ghost stories by moonlight.

As you might suspect, my cottage is pretty far from civilization. But the drive is beautiful through long stretches of forest and woodlands, interspersed by the occasional hay field. I left early on a Wednesday morning and traffic was very light once I got outside the ‘ringroad’ around the city.

I was about a half hour away from the cottage, I was on a narrow two lane blacktop and traffic was nonexistent. I hadn’t seen another car for at least a mile or so as I drove though the thick forest. That’s when the tire blew. Thankfully it was a rear tire or I might have swerved off the road and ended up in the deep ravine on the right side of the road.

The blown tire was making a terrible racket as I pulled off onto the narrow truck laybye as quickly as I could. When I got out of the car and went around to the passenger side and inspected the damage I was shocked to see that the tire was almost completely shredded. “Why me!” I shouted at the cloudless sky as I threw my hands up in the air.

After pacing back and forth in front of the ruined tire for a few moments to work out my frustrations, I put my hands on my hips and realized I was going to have to change it myself, or sit there along on the side of the road waiting for someone to come along. Fortunately, I’ve always been a pretty independent woman — even a tomboy as a young girl

— and I’ve never been afraid to tackle just about anything. Problem was, I’d never changed a tire in my life. Hell, tires don’t go flat on modern cars; well, not very often that’s for sure. But on village roads in India anything might just happen. The jack was located in a compartment in the cargo area of the Qualis. I raised the back hatch and looked for the compartment.

I opened the compartment and found the jack which was secured by a mysterious arrangement of clamps and bolts. Next, I referred again to the owner’s manual as to the operation and placement of the jack which turned out to be fairly straight forward. I placed the jack in the indicated position and started cranking until the top of the jack was pushing up

against the frame of the car just forward of the rear wheel. I kept cranking until the body of the car had lifted several inches but with the wheel still on the ground. It was at that point the owner’s manual advised loosening the lug nuts. “Pretty tight, it was ?” I said aloud to myself. So, I bent over and put all my strength into it and let out a loud groan.

Nothing happened; not even the slight little nudge. “Shit!” I shouted. “Now what?” I got an inspiration — I removed the “L” shaped lug wrench and put it back on the lug nut so that the handle was pretty much parallel to the ground. Then I put a foot on the handle and prepared to leap up onto the lug wrench and place all my weight on the damn thing

and force the nut to loosen whether it wanted to, or not. Good plan… bad idea. The next thing I knew I was laying on the ground next to the wheel and my head really hurt. I sat up and looked at the wheel and saw that the lug wrench was lying on the ground; and I also noticed that the lug nut I was trying to get off now looked more round than hexagonal.

I realized I’d managed to strip the head and that it may never come off thanks to my efforts. “God, I screamed ! Aware that I was now totally screwed, I turned to my resource of last resort — my cell phone. I was going to have to call the “service station” whose numbers I found on the owners manual and wait for someone to come out and rescue me. But, nothing happened.

I checked the phone’s little display screen and learned I had no ‘bars’ — can you hear me now?! No SIGNAL AS I WAS IN A REMOTE VILLAGE. It occurred to me that I was stranded in the middle of nowhere. I knew the nearest town, no more than a village really, was behind me about fifteen Kilometers.

Ahead, I was more than twenty kilometers from the cottage, though there was a little general store and petrol station nearby. I concluded that I would just chill and hope a car came past soon. The morning was almost gone; it was hot, much hotter than normal for so early in winter. I dreaded the thought of walking four hours or more but I saw no other choice.

Perhaps, I thought, there might be a farm house on the way at which I could beg and plead to use their phone. I grabbed my half empty bottle of water, put on my cap — with my ponytail threaded through the back of the hat – and I headed off down the road. After an hour, I had to stop. My tank top was drenched in sweat and my head was feeling light with a hint of dizzy and I knew I had to rest.

I was so wet from sweating that I looked like a contestant in a wet t-shirt contest — I was wearing a white bra and my wet top was kind of transparent. Hell, it was completely ‘see thru.’ I drank the last of my water and was beginning to get concerned given how wiped I was after only walking an hour. With a good three hours to go, I was beginning to wonder if I was going to make it.

As I rested in the shade of a tree near the side of the road I heard a wondrous sound — an approaching car. Not wanting to let it get by me, I leaped up and ran out into the middle of the road and faced the oncoming vehicle which was heading towards my village. Great, I thought, I can get a ride into town.

I started waving my arms frantically, oblivious to the fact that I was standing directly in the path of the approaching car and if it chose not to stop, I was gonna be dead under it. Thankfully, the driver stopped. I ran around to the driver’s window; which was open. “Oh thank heavens! I’m so happy you came along. My car broke down — a flat tire — about a kilometre or so back that way.”

I pointed back in the direction of my abandoned car. “I was walking to the village but almost passed out from the heat. Could you give me a lift so I can call someone for help from the village? My cell phone is totally useless out here. Please?” I think by then I was sounding pretty frantic. “Sure lady, get in.”

The driver said; though I noticed his eyes on my wet tank top which was showing off my hard nipples as they poked through the thin wet material. A thought flashed through my head questioning the advisability of hitch hiking on such an isolated stretch of road, especially when my wet top made me look half naked!

That’s when I realized the driver was a twenty something year old young man with rugged good looks and a day’s growth of beard. He was dressed in dingy overalls, but that aside, he was really sort of cute. “Oh thank you soooo much.” I said. “My name is Haasini, and you just saved my life!” I told him.

“I’m Rahuman. You said it was just a flat tire?” The guy asked. “Yes, I tired to change it but I couldn’t get the nuts off — I think I stripped one of them.” “Well, its not that far back — I saw it there by the side of the road when I drove past. Why don’t we just see if I can get the tire changed for you? Save a lot of time that way.”

He said as he turned his car around and we headed back the other way. When we got to my car he pulled up behind my car and he got out to inspect the damage. “Doesn’t look too bad to me. I think I can get the nuts off. I was totally happy to have stumbled on him; or maybe it was the other way around.

Atau returned with a couple tools and started to work on what I thought was a completely ruined nut. all the nuts came lose one after the other and he jacked the car up until the ruined tire was well off the ground. The rest of the tiring changing process only took a few minutes. He then lowered the car and removed the jack.

As the replacement was done, you’re all set to go ma’am.” He said as he walked up to me. “Oh sir, thank you so much, you really saved my life!” I said. I’m not very tall, just five-four, and he was over six feet, maybe six-one. On impulse I half jumped up and threw my arms around his neck and I planted a big kiss right on his cheeks.

I’d meant it to be a ‘thank you’ kiss and hadn’t intended to go beyond that. But he seemed to interpret my gratitude as something more. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and with one meaty hand he grasped one of my ass cheeks tightly and he kissed me back; hard. At first, I was stunned; I struggled to extricate myself from his grasp.

I think he translated my squirming around in his arms as passion. His tongue invaded my mouth while his other hand slipped under my tank top and began to ravish my right breast. His strong fingers pinched my hard nipple and I moaned in delight in response. I have really sensitive nipples and very much enjoy having my breasts squeezed and my nipples sucked and pinched.

It occurred to me that I was delighting in his manipulations. As my struggling to escape his grasp changed into enjoyment from his rough but thoroughly pleasurable treatment of me, I felt his fingers slip under the leg opening of both my shorts and my panties. In no time, he had a finger exploring the inside my very wet vagina. It felt so awesome!

As his fingers penetrated my hot pussy, I got a hand on the bulge in his overalls and realized he was huge. I stoked his hard monster as best I could while hanging on to his neck with my other hand. I broke off the long passionate kiss. “hey, atau, I need you to make love to me, right now! OK sweetheart? Do you want me to do it right here, right now?” he whispered in my ear.

He didn’t really say anything more, and he carried me over to the back side of my car. He extracted his fingers from my pussy and opened the back door and set my bottom roughly down on the leather seat. Then, without any warning, his strong hands grabbed the waistband of my shorts on either side of the zipper and he ripped them apart — I heard the material ripping and tearing.

He looked the ruined shorts, and what was left of my panties, down my legs; exposing my pink and swollen pussy lips that lusted to have his cock inside. Atau flipped the straps of his overalls over his shoulders and pushed the baggy work costume down over his hips; he had worn nothing else beneath. His monster cock was immediately exposed and I saw how truly huge it was.

Larger than any I had ever seen; at least twice as large as my husbands. Oh yes, my husband — I wasn’t thinking of him at all or that I was about to cheat on him for the first time in my life. I thought of nothing but having that magnificent hard piece of meat inside me, and I wasn’t kept waiting a second longer as I felt the massive head of Atau’s cock press against the wet crease of my pussy lips.

I reached down and pulled his cock up and over my clit and used it to rub my sensitive little nub for a few moments before pushing it back down to the opening of my cunt. God, I felt like such a slut… and I just loved the feeling! “Fuck me Atau ! Fuck me hard! Hurry!” I yelled at him. Ever the gentleman, he readily complied with my request by slamming his monster inside me.

I screamed from a mixture of ecstasy and pain. He was so long and he stretched my pussy so quickly that it hurt at first. But as he started pounding his hips into my plump little ass cheeks, the sensations quickly turned to pure bliss.

One of Atau’s meaty paws ripped my tank top off me so he could get at my tits while he fucked the living shit out of me. Both straps broke and the front ripped half way down the middle. I didn’t care. I was screaming with utter delight as each powerful thrust of Jake’s huge cock threatened to split me in half.

The first of several massive orgasms took me away. When my mind returned to reality Atau was still pounding me with his luscious cock and I was still in heaven. It wasn’t long before I went away again to that special place only a woman can experience in the delirium of her orgasm. I know I trashed and bucked my hips on his gigantic organ as he built to his own climax.

Shortly after regaining lucidity from my third orgasm, Atau let out a mighty groan and I felt his cock sperm inside me. His warm sperm surged into me in wave after wave as his whole body quivered and he grunted out his own intense pleasure. After several minutes we both managed to recover ourselves. “Oh Atau, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had. Thank you.”

I said and pulled him to me and kissed him passionately. “Glad I was able to come along when I did and rescue you.” He said after the kiss. “You sure do have a nice way of saying thanks.” “I’d like to thank you some more… but here on the side of the road is probably not the best place for it.” I told him. “I got a place a few miles down the road. Its not much but it’s clean.”

I told him to follow me in his car. When I got up out of the back seat I realized I had no clothes. My clothes were ripped. I managed to take another set from my packs and put them on. “I was scared that we don’t get notices by any highway patrol ; I’ll be arrested for indecent exposure and immoral trafficking.” I said, and we both laughed.

When we entered my place I peeled my ruined clothes off my body and we fell into the bed and fucked each other silly for the rest of the day. I then called up my husband, “Hi honey, it’s me. No, I’m going to spend the night up here… the place was really filthy this year for some reason and I don’t want to have to drive all the way up here again just to clean.

Also, I got here pretty late ’cause I had a flat tire. Oh, I’m fine… a passing car came along and helped me change it, but I got to cottage a lot later than I’d planned. No, I’ll be fine. I’ll call you tomorrow… love you too sweetie.” I hung up. The whole time I was talking to my dear hubby Atau’s cock was pumping in an out of me.

“Oh shit… I thought I was going to have another orgasm and scream into the phone!” I said breathlessly. And then I did — have another orgasm, that is. We fucked most of the night and much of the next morning. Atau’s stamina was truly remarkable. He never needed much more than a few minutes between fuck sessions.

When I left early the next afternoon I was very sore, but I was also totally satisfied. “Will I see you again?” he asked as we were to leave. “Yes, I’ve got your number here. I don’t know how or when but I will be back for more of that fantastic love making.” I told him. I hurried up to the cottage and cleaned the place in a hurry.

I knew that the next time I came up with my husband the place had to look like I’d been there and cleaned it. It was dark before I left to drive home. Thankfully, my hubby didn’t seem at all suspicious with my being so late. When my husband was out of town on business trips (usually once or twice a month),

I went up on my own — something I’d often done in the past when he was out of town. But, instead of resting at my cottage while he was away, I spent days at a time getting fucked silly , Rahuman and I had a marvelous love sessions together.

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