When my husband's new project required us to move to a small town, I struggled with how different it was from the busy city life I had always loved. I had a hard time with the change, and I had a hard time getting used to how quiet our new town was.

I never like anything with a slow pace and this is the reason I never like small-town life. I want things to be done then and there. In small towns, you have to wait for days to get things done. Slow things irritate me and this is the reason I always love city life.

I informed my husband about the electrical work that needed to be done at our home. When he heard this, he called around to see if there was an electrician in our town who was free. He told me that there is only one electrician working in our town right now after checking with several people or local listings.

Unfortunately, the electrician is currently out of town and unavailable for any immediate appointments. However, my husband was able to ascertain that the electrician is expected to return within a few days.

One day I decided to go grocery shopping because I knew we had to get used to our new settings, even though I didn't want to. So, I told my husband about it, then started the car and went on the unfamiliar drive. On my way to the store, I felt a pang of sadness as I drove along the empty, quiet roads of the small, remote town.

Upon arriving at the grocery store after two hours of driving, I walked slowly through the aisles when I got there, choosing what I wanted and enjoying the simple pleasure of having choices. One thing that didn't go away, though, was the feeling of being alone and disconnected that followed me around like a ghost.

With a heavy heart, I loaded the groceries into my car and began the return trip. The empty road, which wound through the peaceful forest, stretched out in front of me. And something happened that I have been afraid of since we moved to this town.

I heard a blast and then my car started to bum and I lost control. I hit my car into the tree and I hit my head onto the steering. I screamed but there was no one to listen to my screams in pain. After a while, I mustered up the courage to get out of the car. When I checked, I didn't have the spare tire.

I looked around; my heart was racing. As soon as I noticed how bad things were, panic started to take over. Since I couldn't get a phone signal to call for help, the situation scared the shit out of me.

I felt angry, both at myself for not paying attention and at the circumstances that had brought me here. I knew I was the only one to blame and now I am going to be the one to resolve this problem and get out of this remote, scary place.

Since I was stuck on a quiet mountain road without a spare tire or cell service, I had to make the tough choice to leave my car behind and walk to the closest city in the hopes of getting help.

After locking the car safely, I set out on foot along the winding road. The wilderness's silence surrounded me like a heavy shroud.

It had been thirty minutes, and with each step I took, I was farther from the safety of my car and more unsure. I was on the verge of losing my mind but I wanted to get through the situation as soon as I could.

I checked my phone for signals and still had no luck in that area. I started hearing the sound of screeching wheels. It felt like a glimpse of light in the middle of drop-dead darkness.

I turned around and started waiting for the approaching car to come into my sight. I didn't want to take any chances so I made up my mind to jump right in front of a car.

I braced myself but before I could do anything stupid like that, the car stopped before me. I felt quite pumped up. When a figure emerged from the driver's seat, I quickly forgot that I was lost in the middle of nowhere and started to feel hot, naughty, or out of control.

He had a towering figure, and his arms were covered in tattoos that you couldn't miss. Each tattoo seemed to have a story of its own, etched onto his skin. He moved confidently, showing off his muscular arms and chest, which were partially exposed by the way he was wearing his clothes. I was unable to take my eyes off of him.

When his intense voice hit my ears, my breath stuck in my throat. "It is not safe to walk alone in this area."

I cleared my throat to talk but I felt thorns in my throat so I had to swallow my spit and open my mouth. "Due to the flat tire, I lost control of my car and it hit the tree."

He began to look around. "Alright but where is your car?"

I was lost in my dreams, picturing his big hands on my waist, his rough body holding me down in bed, or his tattooed hands stroking my breasts.

He snapped and I was brought back to reality. "Where is your car?"

I shook my head. "Sorry, I forgot to mention I have been walking for about half an hour."

He smiled. "So how do you want me to help in this situation?"

I found his lips to be the world's most attractive thing and I wanted to kiss those broad lips. I also wanted to explore his mouth with my tongue. I didn't want to let him go so I asked him. "Would you please help me get a spare tire, as I don't want to leave my car in the middle of nowhere?"

He nodded and offered me to sit in his car. I sat next to him in his car and forgot to buckle my seatbelt. When he told me to, my faulty seatbelt got stuck, so he had to come over and stretch it out so it would work. I gasped because his ear was right next to my lips. While he was pulling the belt, his big arms stayed on my shoulder. I imagined he was holding me by the neck and giving me a passionate kiss in his car when I closed my eyes. I could feel my breath getting rough, but before I could go any further in my mind, he buckled the belt. I opened my eyes and stopped picturing the kiss. He was looking at me with a smirk on his face. It was so hard for me not to jump on him. By making tight fists, I was ignoring all of my sexual urges.

He tucked my hair behind my ear. "You are not alone in this."

I was unable to decipher his sentence as I was not alone in this sexual desire or this flat tire situation but without waiting for my response, he went back to his driving seat and started his engine. He drove me to the car and checked. "You don't only need a spare tire; you also need a good mechanic."

I pressed my lips and asked. "Can you help me in this situation?"

He nodded and asked me to sit back in a car. We drove back to the city, and I bought a spare tire. During this time, we didn't talk at all. I secretly glanced at him and every time he caught me, I looked the other way.

When we reached back to my car, I realized we didn't go to the mechanic but I did not wait for anything. I opened the door of his car and also removed the spare tire from the trunk. I walked over to my car and I was in the process of retrieving all of the supplies that I needed to change my tire from my car's trunk. I suddenly felt a towering figure behind me. I immediately spun around, and he was standing so close to me that I lost my balance and was about to fall to the ground but he held me in his strong, bulky arms. I was already struggling to ignore his hell of an attractive appearance and I was in his arms. We were looking into each other's eyes and I was so close to losing control, but his voice broke my trance.

He spoke. "Let me change the tire."

I shook my head. "No, thanks; you already helped a lot."

I kept myself in his arms and he didn't let me stand up. "I told you that you need a good mechanic."

I smiled. "Yeah, I know we forgot to go to the mechanic but thanks, I think I can manage."

I literally caress my back. "Please, I insist."

There was no longer any courage in me to continue to refuse him. I gave a slight nod. "All right, but would you kindly allow me to get standing?"

He laughed and then let me stand without taking his hands off of me. Now that we were face to face, I could even smell his breath; I am sure he had just finished drinking a peach iced tea. He bent his head to kiss me as our lips were now closed enough, but all of a sudden, I jerked back and pointed at my trunk. "My tools are here for you to use, and if you want, I can help you pick them up."

He shook his head and kept his vicious grin. "No, I can handle it." He got some tools, walked over to my flat tire, and put them on the ground. Then he came up to me and took the new tire from my hands. As he did this, our hands touched, and my heart skipped a beat. I told myself not to gasp, turned my head away, and he walked away. After that, he turned around. "We can talk, while I change."

I didn't want to be rude so I walked over to him and leaned back on my car. As he kneeled beside the car, I couldn't help but admire the intricate tattoos that covered his forearms. I shook my head and finally asked him about these mesmerizing tattoos because we had nothing to talk about.

I cleared my head. "Your tattoos are amazing."

He smiled but didn't look at me. "Thanks, but people find my tattoos bizarre."

My eyes widened. "What? Bizarre? Who told you that?"

He shrugged. "People."

I didn't want to force him to tell me something he didn't want to talk about. "I think every single tattoo of yours has its own unique story."

He immediately looked at me and I raised my hands in the air. "I am guessing, not sure."

He slightly smiled and resumed the task. I asked. "Do they hurt?"

He chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, but it was worth it. Right?"

I sighed. "Yeah, every bit of it."

I didn't realize how much time had passed while looking at him fixing my car. He looked at me. "Start the car."

"Thank you so much," I said with a heavy heart. "I really appreciate your help."

The man nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "No problem at all."

I reluctantly extended my hand, hesitant to bid him farewell. "Thanks once more."

He shook hands and pulled me closer. He whispered in my ear. "Do you think I didn't see your struggle?"

I turned my head to look at him but he instantly crashed his lips into mine and grabbed me by the waist. I had no strength to resist his kisses so I started kissing him back. His tongue parted my lips and plunged into my mouth. Our kiss was not gentle or sweet. It was wild and passionate. I slipped his hands at the back of my thighs and picked me up while kissing. I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist.

I was wearing a thong, and my needy center literally touched his hard essence. Like a melodious rhythm, he moved me up and down, a pleasure that coursed through my legs. A moan slipped through my lips.

As my phone slipped from my grasp onto the road, I was abruptly snapped back to reality. I quickly urged him to release me, retrieving my phone without uttering a word. I then got into my car, started the engine, and drove home in silence. My jitters were finally under control, and I made an effort to maintain my composure with my husband.

I told him about my experience all the way to the grocery store and came back, except for a flat tire, because I didn't want to discuss it. I managed to convince myself that it was just a distraction from this boring, small, and remote town. I was missing my life in the city, and I had not had sex in a long time due to the move.

As a result, I climbed onto my husband before we went to bed and began removing his clothes in an effort to rid myself of that stranger and my heat. I thought that after two hours of sex with my husband, my body would drain like it used to, and I'd be able to go to sleep with a clear head. But tonight, that didn't happen. I felt my body still had some strange urges that needed to be fulfilled.

I was awake all night. I tossed and turned in bed. I watched the sunrise. When my husband woke up, I pretended to be asleep. He didn't wake me up. On his way out, he kissed me and told me that the electrician was back in town and might come check on our problems today.

I got out of bed because I couldn't sleep. I was in the middle of a shower when the doorbell rang. I wrapped up a towel right away and checked the door. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the tattooed stranger at my door with an electrician's kit in his strong, bulky hands. I completely forgot what I was in my towel, and in excitement, I opened the door far and wide with a smile on my face. He looked at me up and down several times and then cleared his throat. "I have been called to check on some electric issues."

I pointed to my kitchen. "Yeah, there."

When he came in, I didn't bother putting on clothes. Instead, I asked him for coffee. He shook his head, put down his kit, and began working on my kitchen wires.

I walked up to the kitchen because I knew what my body needed and why I was so restless. "Let me know if you need anything; I'll be right here."

After that, I jumped up and sat down on my kitchen island. I crossed my legs and picked up some donuts that were on the counter. He was not paying attention to me so I asked her for donuts and this time he looked at me, put down his tools, walked up to me, and took a bite from a donut that I was holding.

Chocolate dripped on my hand, so I was about to wipe it with a napkin, but he grabbed my hand and licked it, so I smiled, and this time I intentionally dripped chocolate on my thigh. He smirked and bent down, then licked my thigh. I couldn't stop myself from moaning, and this time he didn't let me back off, parted my legs, and buried his head between my thighs, his tongue perfectly stroking the upper folds of my core under the hud. He stopped and asked me to take off my towel. I didn't have the guts to say no, so I did it.

"Now move up your hands and caress your beautiful breasts while I am kissing your throbbing dark curls."

I didn't know how but he knew exactly how to please me. his long, slow but intense strokes started clenching my muscles and I knew I was going to come so hard because my body had been getting what I wanted since yesterday. I was caressing my globes, and he grabbed my back curves and squeezed them forcefully while licking, sucking, and kissing my core. I was in complete heaven, getting please from everywhere.

I gave him a heads-up. "I am so near to coming," but he didn't back off; instead, he kept his pace of squeezing and licking, and I cried out so loudly, and he sucked every single drop of my pent-up stream and stood straight. He didn't even give me time to regain my normal breath and I gasped when he pulled down his pants and his hard member popped out. He set the top of his essence against my wet center and looked at me. "Are you ready?"

I nodded and slowly he started inserting his hard shaft inside my wet and needy core. I closed my eyes, and he wouldn't let me lean back. Instead, with one hand, he grabbed my neck and the other on my back and his back-and-forth movement started building pressure inside me once again.

His hold on my neck was getting stronger, and I felt like I was choking. But when his pace got rough down my core, I liked having his rough hands on me, and his voice started shaking, "I ammm comminnggg."

I knew I was near to come as well, but I didn't tell him this time, and together we released our heat and our bodies trembled in a beautiful symphony, and then we collapsed back on the island, and he withdrew his hard bamboo, then cleaned me, and I was so exhausted that I dozed off on the island.

I don't know how long I slept but I woke when my husband kissed my forehead. I was confused about whether I dreamed of him or if it actually happened. I was wearing my T-shirt and shorts. I sat up and my husband asked. "Have you checked the kitchen? Is everything alright?"

I squinted. "What do you mean?"

My husband pointed at the kitchen. "The electrician told me he had done the job."

I tipped my head and now I know who put me in bed and slipped me into clothes.

I stood up. "Yeah, everything is fine."

My husband sighed. "But for the room problem, he told me he needed to visit again."

I smiled and asked. "Really?"

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