Story Index
Posted by Michelle on January 01, 1998 at 17:44:48:
Cheryl was startled when she heard the tapping of the strangers knuckles on the car window. After composing herself, she rolled down the window. The stranger asked her what was wrong and if there was anything he could do to help her. She said the car had died and would not start back up. The stranger, noticing that Cheryl was tying traffic up, offered to push her through the intersection and off the road. Very happily she accepted the offer. The car was pushed through the intersection and down the street about a half a block. The stranger noticed an entrance to an alley just off to the right and instructed Cheryl to turn into it. The shiny silver Corvette was now completely off the road. After catching a quick breath, the stranger returned to the car window and peered inside. What he saw was an absolute vision of loveliness. He methodically worked his eyes from her flowing brunette hair to the tip of her toes. The stranger gave a real thorough inspection of her legs and feet. He like what he saw very much. Cheryl quickly disracted his attention to her features and asked if he knew what could possibly be wrong with her car. The stranger asked her to pop the hood. He walked towards the front of the car, then looked the engine over. He noticed a problem right off the bat. He started to fix it, then thought about it. No, he would not fix it, at least not right away. The stranger wanted to spend some time with his find. He walked back towards the driver side door. He suggested he might have found something and asked her to try to start it. With great relief, Cheryl poised her incredibly sexy right high heeled sandaled foot over the Corvettes gas pedal and turned the key. The engine started to crank. Cheryl began to slowly pump the pedal. Still not turning over, she started to pump faster. The stranger, noticing a sight not quite like anything he had ever seen, slowly opened the car door to get a better view of her feeble efforts. The sight of these curvacious legs stretching out, moving up and down was almost to much. Cheryl stopped pumping, upset that she was still had a problem. Almost sweating, the stranger offered her some advice. He suggested that her foot was not positioned properly on the gas pedal which was causing the pedal not to go all the way to the floor. Being in a state of despair, she asked him to show her the proper "position". Almost shaking, the stranger softly took Cheryls sandalled foot into his large rugged hands and placed her foot on the pedal. He then asked her to try it again. She turned the key then continued her efforts. Cheryl's foot again plowed into the helpless pedal and pumped her foot in quick hard thrusts. The engine cranked and cranked. Nothing. Getting more discouraged, she asked the stranger if she was doing it "right." He said it was better but needed to make another adjustment. Slowly, the stranger slid his fingers over her lucsious stocking toes, across the top of her foot, then placed his hand onto her ankle. He lifted her foot, carressing her heelin the process, then repositioned her high heeled foot back on the gas. Cheryl was feeling something like she never had before. She was a bit scared, not knowing who this man was. She knew it made her feel good so decided to take the chance. The stranger could feel she was getting a bit aroused by the way her foot tensed up when he ran his fingers over it. Her foot was placed towards the top of the gas pedal. He instructed her to go for it. She eased the pedal in again and turned the key. The engine cranked once again. As Cheryl worked the gas in long slow pumps. the stranger ran his hand up the back of her creamy, stockinged encased calves. This exciting feeling caused Cheryl practically thrust her foot through the floorboard. She held it there as the strangers hands worked their magic. Cheryls toes were the only thing pressing the gas pedal. As the stranger passed his hand over her calve, he felt the muscles tighten. Cheryl cocked her head back, rear end easing off the seat ever so slowly. Cheryl started to feel an itch between her creamy thighs. Electricity flowed through her body. The strangers hand continued its upward movement, Cheryl's beautiful sandaled foot now starting to grind and twist into the gas pedal, her leg muscles tightening up yet more. The engine still not came to life. The stranger, feeling a twinge between his legs himself, started to work his hand back down her silky leg. He got his hand back to her ankle, caressing it and playing with thin gold anklet. Cheryl began to breath heavily, with her itch between her legs turning into wetness. The stranger noticed Cheryl's heel at least two inches above the sole of her insanely high heeled sandal. He worked his fingers between her soft stocking sole and the sole of the sandal. This caused Cheryl, by reflex, to quickly lift her toes of tip of the gas pedal and mercifully wedge the strangers fingers between the sole's of her foot and shoe. This excited the stranger even more. The twinge between his legs turning into hardness. Feeling close to losing it, he told Cheryl to let off so he could check under the hood. The stranger reattached a wire that had come loose. He then reassumed his position. Cheryl was really getting horny. Wanting to get a little different perspective, the stranger grabbed Cheryl's foot once again. In the opposite of Cinderrella, the stranger slipped the glass looking slipper off her soft stockinged foot. He gently placed her foot back on the gas pedal, positioning it so the toes were near the bottom of the Corvette's throttle. The stranger then motioned Cheryl to go for it. She once again turned the key. Her toes burying the poor pedal. The engine tried to crank yet again. The sight of Cheryl's cute stockinged toes skrunched against the pedal. her foot being arched deliciously in the air was almost to much to take. He started to ease his hand up that tense, muscular leg again. Cheryl started to breath heavily again. The strangers hand approached her thigh. He then ordered her to pump the gas pedal. Pump it she did. Slowly at first. As the strangers hand got closer, the pumping quickened. Sounds of her toes slapping against the Corvettes gas pedal caused the strangers hand to tremble. The engine Continued to crank, hinting that it was close to coming to life. Cheryl was now in complete ecstasy. Her leg furiuosly pumping the gas pedal, her back almost severely arching from the back of her seat. The stranger was in sheer heaven. It was almost like she was having sex with the gas pedal. She was screaming madly,moaning with pleasure. The stranger got his hand to the top of Cheryl's stocking, her toes bouncing up and down the pedal more than ever. Sensing she was nearing the end, the stranger got his hand up to her now soaked region of heaven. Cheryls whole body tightened and started to buck like a wild bull. As this happened, the Corvettes huge V8 engine came to life. Somehow, Cheryl managed to keep her stockinged foot pressed on the gas pedal. The engine started to rev at a dangerously high level. The stranger pryed her sexily arched foot of the gas pedal to prevent damage to the Corvettes internal organs. His Internal organs were fine. He flooded his pants when the car started. Cheryl's body laid limp in the seat. While she sat, he massaged her stocking foot, knowing it had to be sore from her intense pumping. Cheryl's body started to come back to life. The stranger then slipped her silky foot back into her sandal. The car was now running again. She was happy yet felt kind of sad too. She almost longed for that car to die again. She thanked the stranger for his "assistance." He was more than happy to oblige. She offered him some money. He politely turned it down. She had already paid him in another way. She then reached towards her purse and put the money back. Upon turning her head back again, she saw that he was gone. She never even got to know his name. A tear shed from her pretty blue eye. She just had the most exciting experience of her life with someone she would never see again. Cheryl was exhausted though. She would have to come up with a reason to cancel her date. Cheryl then shifted the Vette into first, and off she went. She drove back home reliving her brief but rememberable encounter with the stranger.