Chapter 45: Road Rescue 002
“Yeah. Well. This was my first hockey game. Never been to one before.”
“Well, then I guess we’re lucky you did.”
“I guess so. Bachelorette party? Do they really have strippers and such at those?”
“Some. Not this one. Just a lot of sexy toys for gag gifts and a lot of drinking and dancing.”
“Sounds like an interesting time,” I said as I settled back into my seat again. “How long did that tow truck say?”
“He didn’t. Just that he’d be here as fast as he could.”
“Alright then. I guess we wait.”
“What then?”
“Well, the tow truck driver can probably take you back into town,” I suggested.
“In town? I don’t have anywhere to go in St. Louis. I live the other way!”
“He can probably take you, if it’s not too far. They charge by the mile for towing.”
“You’re going the right way. Could you drop us off at my house?”
“Seriously?”
“Actually, yeah. I mean it isn’t too far out of your way.”
“You don’t even know where I’m going.”
“Well. Ohhhhh come on. Please!”
“Look I’ve still got another hour to drive. Last thing I need is a detour.”
“Oh please! You wouldn’t leave us stranded out here, would you?” Simone pleaded from behind me.
“Okay fine. As long as it isn’t too far out of the way.”
“It’s only a few miles down highway 22. We really appreciate this!” Mary said with a smile.
“Yep,” I mumbled, trying to remind myself that I’d want some nice gentleman to help out my daughters.
It was more than an hour before the flatbed rolled up, and another half hour before he was loaded and ready to leave. He pulled onto the highway, headed to the next exit with us pulling on behind him. We were all tired and I was feeling it as I drove, struggling to stay awake. I was pretty sure Mary could tell. “It’s been a long time since five this morning,” I said quietly as I took the off ramp for highway 22.
“You mean yesterday morning. It’s almost two,” Mary said with a yawn.
“Oh don’t do that!” I said, shaking my head and trying not to yawn myself.
“Contagious, aren’t they? Turn left here. We’re only a couple miles down.”
“Sure,” I said, turning left and accelerating down the twisty two-lane highway.
“Up here. That next road. Turn right.”
“Okay,” I said, slowing down as the next intersection came into sight.
“Down here on the left.”
“Here?”
“No. Next drive. Yeah that one,” she said as I turned into the shared driveway of a duplex.
“Here you go,” I said, unable to suppress the next yawn.
“Hey. Why don’t you spend the night? What’s left of it anyway.”
“Huh?” I asked in surprise.
“Not like that. I mean it’s really late and you’ve been so nice. I’d hate to have you get in an accident on the way home. You can sleep on the sofa for a few hours and then drive home in the morning.”
“Oh,” I said with relief. “I don’t really have anything to sleep in.”
“I bet I can find something,” she said with a frown.
“Something girly? I’ll pass.”
“No silly. I still have some stuff one of my boy friends left behind. I think they’ll fit you. Maybe a little big, but I bet they fit.”
“I don’t know,” I answered, shaking my head.
“Come on. I mean it’s only sleeping on the sofa. Unless your wife wouldn’t approve.”
“She doesn’t really have much say, at least not any more,” I answered.
“Oh. I see. Divorced?”
“Widowed.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah. No problem. It’s been a while.”
“So you don’t have any excuse. Come on in!”
“Okay. Fine,” I said with a sigh, turning the ignition off.
“Are we there?” Simone asked.
“We’re there,” Mary answered, opening the car door.
They all climbed out and I followed, letting them lead me in the door of the small duplex. It looked like a little two bedroom one bath apartment. Simone and Tabitha disappeared into what I expected was one of the bedrooms while Mary, chatting away about me making myself at home, went into what I expected was her bedroom. She came back out a few moments later with what appeared to be a t-shirt and a pair of large athletic shorts in her hand.
“You can change in the bathroom if you want,” she said as she went back to the bedroom. “I’ll have some blankets and a pillow out when you get out!” she called.
As tired as I was I wasn’t going to argue. I’d been up now for twenty one hours and my body was bitching up a storm. I walked into the bathroom. It was a nice sized bathroom, walk-in shower, toilet, sink, and very very girly. It wasn’t all pink, but there was definitely a propensity for the color. There was also an assortment of women’s accoutrements, curling irons, hair dryers, straightening iron, high heels and pantyhose strewn around the floor. I pulled off my polo shirt and hung it on a hook that looked like it was intended for towels, and then pushed off my pants. It’d been hours since I’d gone to the bathroom and my body was suddenly reminding me of that fact. I put the seat up and stood at the toilet, letting the yellow rain fly. “Ohhhhh,” I sighed, realizing how full my bladder had gotten.
“I’m sorry Mary! I have to pee so bad!” Tabitha was saying as she threw the door open and barged into the bathroom. “OH SHIT!” she exclaimed in surprise at the sight of me standing in front of the toilet, my cock in my hand, peeing. She froze in place, staring at my cock for long seconds while I stared at her in her thin t-shirt, a pair of pink panties showing under the hem. Her tits, easily the size of small coconuts, pushed out the front of the shirt and bumps protruded from each one. After long seconds of each of us staring at each other, she backed out and closed the door without a word.
“Good lord,” I mumbled as I stood there, waiting for the seemingly never ending stream to end. Finally I was done, I tucked myself back into my boxers and then stepped into the shorts. They were large, almost too large, but they had a drawstring in the waist that I could pull tight enough that they didn’t quite fall down off my ass on their own. I pulled the way too big t-shirt on over it and then collected my clothes and shoes. I opened the door and saw Tabitha standing against the wall next to the bathroom door, her hands pressed between her legs.
“Oh thank god,” she mumbled, darting past me into the bathroom before I was even all the way out.