1. Restitution


    Date: 7/26/2016, Categories: Fiction, Straight Sex, Straight Sex, Romance, Author: iron_rain, Source: sexstories.com

    Karen switched off the radio, cutting short the dire forecast. A low growl filled the cabin's pregnant quiet, echoing the distant thunder. Mark tossed the car around the twisting curves of the backwoods road, flicking the shifter up and back down as the coupe dutifully flitted through the apex of each turn. With each squealing creaking protest, she shivered, the image of the decimated Ford pickup they had passed a few hours earlier prominent in her mind. A fog crawled out of the trees and fat raindrops splatted against the windshield, first one, then two and three and a dozen, then too many for the frantically swiping wipers to beat back. She wasn't sure why she fell asleep. It might have been the rhythmic syncopation of the wipers, the raindrops, and the thunder, or the dim gray-green late afternoon light. Perhaps the sheer exhaustion of riding for hours had made her prone to the cool air and the car's swaying. She imagined it was a combination, with the possibility of something more not completely ruled out. She didn't remember drifting off, or how long she slept, but at 7:08 she jerked awake. A fwumping was coming from ahead. Mark was slowing, and it was only as he pulled to the side of the road that she realized they were the source of the noise. He pulled the parking brake and killed the ignition, then opened the door and stepped into the rain, not quite cursing. Karen caught a glimpse of his face, which betrayed his feelings as much as a good “shit” or “fuck” would ...
    have. She stepped out after him, irritated at his lack of an explanation as to what was going on. “Mark, what happened? I thought you said your car would be better for the trip, more reliable.” Her voice was melodious and soft, but turned scalding with irritation and tension released. “It's not the car proper. Car's fine,” Mark murmured as he swung the hood forward and up, “better than yours anyways: fewer miles effectively, every system gone over, better maintenance... So what if it's older and the paint's faded.” “Fewer miles,” she scoffed, “your odometer reads over three hundred thousand, but whatever. What happened then?” “Look down.” She did, and noticed the funny angle the car set at, and the decimated tire at her feet. “I suppose you are going to pull a new tire out of the air and mount it right here.” “Nope, you are going to do that. Find us a place near here where we can stay for the night and get a new tire in the morning.” He didn't wait for her reply. Between the heavy clouds and the thick foliage, twilight was settling in early, and he wanted to be out of this god-forsaken hillbilly country before night truly settle in. With the speed that comes only from an intimate familiarity with a system, he extracted the spare, the emergency jack, and the tire iron from the diminished storage compartment in the front of the car. Karen thought she heard him mutter something about golf-club bags. She waited for him to come around the front of the car. When he stopped, waiting for ...
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