1. Sally-Ann's Rain Man


    Date: 9/23/2017, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Sally-Ann’s Rain Man By beagle9690 October 2012 ‘I should know better than to try and change it myself” were my thoughts, ‘particularly in the midst of this torrential deluge. I should have waited for help. But damn it! My cell phone battery is dead and it’s not like I call for help; on the other hand how hard can it be since the instructions are printed right here on the jack-stand pouch?’ I must have run over something because I felt the front passenger tire gradually go flat. This gave me time to pull over safely to the side of the road. I managed to get the car jacked up thinking, ‘so far so good,’ but not so good for very long; I was having a devil of a time loosening the stubborn, they might as well have been welded on lug nuts; so much for this great idea. I didn’t know it at the time and was told after the fact because instructions didn’t say; apparently I should loosen the nuts first before I jacked it up. To add to my problems I was soaked to the skin. I struggled for what seemed an eternity when I saw the faint illumination of what must be headlights coming from behind the top of the hill. Perhaps they had a working cell phone or maybe they could help me change the tire. The black Jeep Wrangler 4 X 4 drove by slowly. It circled around like a dangerous beast contemplating its helpless prey before stopping directly behind my car to gloat; the jeep’s headlights like cunning hungry eyes. ‘A malevolent shadow figure is getting out’, were my thoughts as I let my ...
    imagination fueled by fear run momentarily amuck. ‘I’m not going down without a fight,’ I assured myself as I tightened my grip on the tire iron, pushing my fear to one side. "Deep was the shadow’s voice as he asked, “Pardon me ma’am, do you need any help?" It was pitch black on this long and winding deserted country road. It’s true; short cuts make for long delays and now I might be paying for it, possibly with my life, but not without a fight. I saw just two houses on the road for miles; no open fields, only trees. The sky’s clouds were gray-black, blocking the ambient light of the stars the moon. This man is dressed all in black and not because he is a minister,’ were my thoughts as I tried to push my fear aside. I could detect alcohol on his breath; an alcohol laden breath as reported by the brutalized survivors. Could it be him? The police were looking for a violent predator who accosted several women these past months, brutally beating before raping them; cutting off their hair to take as a souvenir. The attacks always occurred on women in deserted parking lots or broken down in the middle of nowhere and always at night; all the papers described a tall man dressed in black driving a black SUV. "I'm fine, but thank you for stopping, Sir. I'm almost done," I lied, touching my long braid; trying to keep the fear from my voice. "It’s the," the dark shadow started to say but instead grabbed me. We ended up in the wet grass with me on top of him facing one another. His strong arms ...
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