Fender Bender Remunerations

This is a little fantasy based on a bit of reality.

I was flying home for the week. I'd been in DC for a company event so it was a pretty easy week and there was just a vibe on the final flight home that spoke of how happy people were to be welcoming the weekend; everyone was talking and socializing as opposed to burying themselves in their headphones.

I was seated in First Class (upgrades are the best perk of flying at least twice a week every week for years). I was seated next to a journalist, who worked in NYC for a big paper. He was very happy to be going home, very chatty, and he kept his cocktails coming. I typically didn't drink on evening flights, I prefer coffee with Bailey's but just on morning flights. However, this night, I indulged in a glass of wine and chatted him up.

His name was Victor but he went by Vic. He was in his early fifties but you wouldn't have known it looking at him. He had dark brown hair, green eyes with just a hint of crows feet, and a playful smile.

We started chatting about work, then travel, and then slowly gravitated to our love for our current home town. That naturally led into the discussion about who was waiting for us at home.

I had a friend living with my kid and I but Vic was single and lived alone. He had a condo in a historic building overlooking one of my favorite parks along the river. I knew exactly where he lived and I wasn't shy about sharing my envy.

We upped the flirting but I didn't get the sense he was interested in much more than that. He got up to use the bathroom and I pulled out my book and our conversation naturally drifted to a close.

When we got to the airport, those of us who travel a lot grabbed our carry-ons and quickly made a bee-line for the credit card only lot and began lining up to escape. There was a known issue with the credit card lot card reader and you had to be VERY precise in how you ran your card or it would fail.

The truck in front of me seemed to be having issues and I was almost at the point of going up to assist when the truck began backing up.

I don't know why, when faced with the true purpose of a horn, you forget where it is and how to sound it!

I heard the crunch as the truck hitch penetrated my bumper.

The driver immediately jumped from the vehicle and came around to check the damage. Lo and behold, it was my seat mate.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry." He said.

He seemed nervous and embarrassed, of course I knew just how much he'd had to drink and that he probably shouldn't have been driving at all.

"It's okay, that's what insurance is for." I said. "You have insurance right?"

"Yeah, but it's at my place. It's a new truck and I didn't think to put it in there before I left." He said.

I looked up and noted the temporary tag in the window that still had over two weeks of life left on it. It wasn't a line.

"Alright. I'll follow you." I said.

He seemed taken aback, I think he expected me to give him my address so he could mail it or my number so he could call with the information. However, my goal was two-fold, one was to be sure I got the insurance information and the other was to see if I couldn't extend our evening. Plus I really did want to see his place.

I followed him to his building and parked along side him.

"God, I can't believe I did that." He said, locking his car and opening the door to the building for me. "I feel like an ass."

"It happens." I said. "It's just a car."

He took us up to the fifth floor in the antiquated elevator that had more personality than speed and we stepped out into the hallway, his door was right there off the elevator.

He unlocked the door and extended his arm, allowing me to enter before him. "Wow, this is great." I said, immediately making my way to the window to look out over the park and to the river beyond. It was hard to make out in the dark of the night but the ambient lights along the river still made for a picturesque view.

"Thanks." He said.

I could hear him rustling through a pile of papers as I explored his place shamelessly. There was a very nice record player and a large collection of records, mostly classic rock with some classical thrown in there. There was a dark wood, acoustic guitar in a stand in the living room. His furnishings were sparse but the quality was apparent. Everything seemed to serve a purpose, his comfort or function. The walls were decorated with a mountain bike that appeared to have shocks superior to those in my car, a bright yellow kayak made for serious rapids, along with an assortment of paddles,

I perused his collection of books; a broad array of biographies ranging from President Obama to Anna Nicole Smith, several classics like The Great Gatsby, and a few recreational mysteries.

The place wasn't actually that big but it did have one of my favorite features, a nice island with a breakfast bar and a stove facing out into the space, though the stove was one of the electric glass top style which was probably my least favorite cooking surface.

"Found it, here, let me take a copy." He called out.

I followed the sound of his voice into the back area where his office was…it was a much more well used and chaotic space, I understood why it had taken him a bit to located the paperwork. I also noted his bedroom across the way.

I stood just a little closer to him than was natural, trying to test the waters.

"You know, you shouldn't just go with men you don't know to their houses, that's kind of dumb. What if I was a creep or something?" He said, glancing over at me with an odd expression I still couldn’t quite discern, then turned back to his printer/copier.

I laughed a little and made my move. "There is very little you could do to me right now I wouldn't enjoy." I said with a tone meant to convey I was no longer playing.

He looked down at me, studying me to be sure I was serious. Men can usually read it in my eyes, that look of hunger and desire. I saw when the recognition struck him. His hand went to the back of my neck with just the slightest hesitation, offering me the option to pull away and change my mind, then he was kissing me.

What a great end to the week.

The kiss grew in intensity as he took in my openness and want. I began backing my way out of his office, across the hall into his bedroom. We both paused to shed our clothes, furtively exploring one another as new areas were exposed, and then his mouth was back on mine and I began stroking his cock. He was probably just over five inches and rock hard.

I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. I loved the noises I am able to illicit from men with my mouth. I took him deep as my hand explored his balls and his ass.

He pulled away from me suddenly and pulled me up by my hair onto the bed. It was rather tall and so I had to hop up onto it but it left me at the perfect height for him to slide inside of me while he stood on the side of the bed, giving him ample leverage to pound into me hard.

"I want to fuck your ass." He said after several minutes of hard fucking. I appreciated that he didn't ask permission.

I rolled over in invitation, standing on my toes and leaning over the bed, my ass was at a slight angle and I arched my back to help him find his way. The alcohol had left him a bit clumsy.

It doesn't matter the size, there is always that initial moment of blissful pain when a cock first penetrates my ass. I cried out softly and he groaned as he buried himself in me.

He grabbed hold of my hips and began rocking into me, giving me a few strokes to get accustom and then began slamming into me hard and fast. His hands gradually moved to my shoulders and he was rutting into me, forcing his cock as deep as it would go.

I loved the feeling of his hands squeezing my shoulders and pulling me into him, straining my back upwards as he shot his load into my ass. Pumping into me to be sure every last drop was deposited as deep as it would go.

He eventually slid free and I got to my feet. He stood awkwardly for a moment and I went to retrieve my clothes, giving him the assurance I wasn't looking to stay the night.

"Wow." He said as he pulled on a pair of shorts that had been laying on a chair in his room. "I may have to get in more fender benders if this is how they turn out." He said.

I just smiled. "I still want your insurance information." I said.

He smiled and went back into the office to retrieve the papers he'd left behind. I showed myself to the door and he gave me a parting kiss.

I still think about him and look for him on my flights but have refrained from going back for more. I'm confident we'll meet again and the anticipation of that erotic accident will be well worth the wait.