Right Place, Right Time

If you were to see me on the street, I'm fairly average; 5'10, 190lbs, decent shape, dark brown hair with a bit of grey, generally people put me somewhere between 30 & 35 but I'm actually 39, single and while there'd been a few serious relationships, I'd never been married. Generally, I'm a pretty easy-going guy and the Friday night everything started, my plan was to stop at the bar on the way home for a drink or two then grab a pizza and head home to relax. Yes, even though I'm single, that was pretty much my usual Friday night.

I made it to the bar and was just enjoying my first cold beer when things went sideways. There was a couple at the bar and anyone could see that whatever was happening, she wasn't too happy. They both looked about my age, he was a bit taller and thinner, kind of ratty looking. On the other hand, the woman was quite a good looker. About 5'5, maybe 125lbs, nice figure and what looked like natural red hair. Over the next 15 minutes, it went from body language, to louder words and now he was yelling at her. Ok, couples get in fights, no biggie but generally not in a public spot. She went to leave and that's when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She yelled loud enough for everyone to hear, "Fuck off and leave me alone, we're done! Maybe someday you'll learn there's more to a relationship than sex and you're not even that good in bed!"

Then she pushed his hand off her arm and tried leaving again except this time when he pulled her back, he slapped her and I could see a little blood at the corner of her mouth. Well, that's where my 'easy going' kinda stopped. There were a couple of other guys already getting up but I was closest and when he saw me step toward him, he didn't even say anything, he just swung at me with his left fist. I'd kind of been thinking that all that I'd have to do is let him know that he'd crossed a line and should just let her leave but when he swung, it didn't take much to realize that my original thought was wrong so I brushed his arm to the side with my right arm and gave him a good shot to the kidney with my left. If it had been my right, I think that would have ended it but it wasn't quite hard enough to fully stop him and we went right at it. When I was younger, my roommate had been taking martial arts and I often ended up as his sparring partner and had picked up a fair bit of it. In the end, I had a split lip, an eye that was surely going to blacken and a couple of sore ribs. On the other side, he got carried out by the medics who showed up a few minutes after the cops. I know he had a broken arm, a few broken fingers, at least two teeth were missing, a broken nose, lots of bruises, pretty sure he had a few broken or at the very least cracked ribs as well and they'd need to put his shoulder back in place. He'd obviously been drinking and wasn't giving up, then his eyes kind of glazed over and he started to fall. At first, I wasn't sure what had happened until he dropped, then I saw that she was standing behind him holding a beer bottle by the neck.

When the cops got there, I figured I'd have some explaining to do but the bartender told them pretty plainly that the other guy started it by hitting the woman and then swinging at me. One of the things they asked was why he didn't call right away and he just grinned and said, "The guy on the floor has been an A-1 asshole since he first came in here and this gent was giving him a pretty good seeing to. If I'd thought the other guy was going to might win, I'd have called a lot sooner."

It didn't hurt that I knew a couple of officers with the force through my years working in towing and I found out later through one of them that the guy had several priors for assaulting women which never sat well with police.

They asked if I needed to go to the hospital and I just said, "Na, I'll be a bit sore tomorrow and likely have a shiner but I'll be fine."

I was going to head home but once everyone else was gone, the bartender said, "How about a couple of beer on the house. Yours got spilled and the least I can do is get you a second for the enjoyment of watching him go down."

The woman was still there and he looked at her and said, "Same goes for you, the clunk of the bottle hitting his head was a nice sound!"

We both laughed and agreed so he grabbed us both a beer and one for himself. As we drank, she introduced herself as Rachel and thanked me for stepping in. It turned out that it wasn't their first fight nor the first time he'd hit her which is why they'd broken up. He'd asked her to meet him for a drink to try and patch things up but as we'd all seen, that didn't end well.

I told her I was Grant and after we'd enjoyed a couple more beer, I got a quick hug and a thank you from Rachel and headed home. Soon I was finally enjoying some pizza and another beer before crashing for the night. I slept in a bit the next morning which was fine because I was working 3-12 (or whenever things slowed down enough to stop) for the rest of the week. All in all, it was a pretty quiet week, then on Friday at about 10:30 there was a radio call for a car with a flat tire which was fairly common so I grabbed it figuring it would be an easy one; change the tire, get them on their way and make an easy $100. When I got there, I found two things; one it was four flat tires not one, and two, it was the same woman as the night before.

We were both a bit surprised but at least I got a quick smile when she realized it was me. There was no way to change four tires with only 1 spare and after a quick look, it was pretty evident they'd been slashed. When I pointed that out to her she broke into tears so it was a bit hard to understand but what I think I got was, "That motherfucker.... jail..... back at me.... fuck!"

When she calmed down a bit, she said that he'd called that morning to say he was being released from jail and blamed her for everything. I was just getting a dolly set I'd be able to tow the car when I heard a slightly slurred, "Well look at that, the bitch's friend is back and I thought I'd only be able to pay her back but it looks like it's going to be a double."

When I looked over, he was in front of the tow truck. I really wasn't sure what he was planning on doing with one arm in a cast but that was answered when two of his buddies stepped up behind him. Now I wasn't enough of a fighter to feel good with a two on one (I really wasn't counting him for much of a third) but it didn't look like I'd have any choice so when the first one came at me, I simply swung the chain strap I was holding and took him out at the knees. The way he screamed, I'm pretty sure there was some damage to at least one knee. As he dropped, my knee caught him nicely in the face and he pretty much crumpled. When I turned to see what the other guy was doing, I was quite surprised to see him stretched out on the ground with a small bat beside him and Rachel holding the tire iron that I'd gotten out to adjust the dolly. She looked a bit shaken but simply said, "He was going to hit you."

I'd kind of forgotten about her ex until I heard him move and when I looked, I saw him coming toward me with a knife in his hand. He was in a perfect spot for me to swing the chain again except this time rather than just swinging, I aimed for his good wrist and heard a very satisfying 'crack' when it hit and he promptly dropped the knife. This was the second time for him and I was more than a little bit pissed so I grabbed him and enjoyed slamming his face into the bumper of the truck a couple of times and then gave him a few good kicks when he hit the ground.

A quick call to 911 had police and medics there fairly quickly and interestingly enough, it was the same two officers from the previous incident at the bar. When I explained what had happened, they looked at the three on the ground and the one cop said, "Nice job! There won't be any bail this time, assault with a weapon is a mandatory sentence and when we add in the threats, vandalism and a pre-meditated assault, it'll be a while before he's out again. One of them looks like a guy we've been looking for regarding a few other assaults and I'll bet the other has priors for something."

When I told them I likely had it all recorded on the dashcam, they were even happier and told me they'd get the memory card back to me as soon as possible. Right after I gave it to them, I wondered if it had picked up me giving him a few kicks but figured the truck was high enough to hide anything that close.

The other office asked, "Are the two of you ok?"

I looked at Rachel, she looked at me and we both nodded. When the last of the paperwork was done, they said the dashcam footage would pretty much seal everything and they headed out. As I was going back to getting the car on hook, I asked Rachel where she wanted it towed to and that's when she started crying again. She'd already told me she wasn't making much money as a waitress so it didn't take much to figure out that she really didn't have the money for the tow, not to mention four tires plus mounting. She blurted out that she was supposed to have met a couple of her girlfriends for a few drinks and a live band but now she wasn't even sure she'd get there in time.

I thought about it for a few seconds then said, "How about this... I'll tow it over to a shop we work with and they owe me for sending some jobs their way so I'm pretty sure he can come up with four tires and get them mounted for you fairly cheaply. There's a good chance he'll still be there working. From there I'll give you a lift to the bar and you can always get a ride home with one of them or grab a cab."

A big smile, a 'thank you so much' and a quick hug told me she was fine with it. Sure enough, Ben was still working and when I reminded him of the repairs I'd sent his way, he quickly agreed to do the tires for her and she was even happier when he said he might be able to get them done before he went home. When she went to use his bathroom, I gave him a quick rundown on what had happened. Remembering that his sister had been in an abusive relationship, I wasn't surprised when he said, "Fucking assholes, glad they got what they deserved. I'll see what I can do to help the lady out".

It wasn't too far from there to the bar and when I let her out, Rachel said, "How about you come in, the least I can do is buy you a beer."

It was close enough to my quitting time so I called it in as 'end of shift' and went in with her. Her girlfriends were still there and when she introduced me to Annie and Donna, Annie said, "Damn, you told us what happened last week but you didn't say he was this good looking. Lucky you to have a date tonight."

Of course, that brought on a whole discussion of what had happened and after a couple more drinks, we were all getting along great when suddenly Donna said, "Hey Grant, that's one of Rachel's favourite songs they're playing. Why not dance with her?"

Even though I wasn't much of a dancer, I really couldn't say 'no' so it wasn't long before Rachel and I were dancing. At first both of us were a little stiff but as we danced, we relaxed and when the next song started, it was a slow one and we just kind of went with it. She felt really good against me and certainly wasn't shy about putting her arms around me so I did the same. Generally, I was happy to get off the dance floor but this time I was a little disappointed when it ended. She must have been too because she gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said, "That was great, I'd love another slow dance when they get back from their break."

By the time the bar closed, we'd had several slower dances and with each one we seemed to spend more and more time pressed together and by the last dance, we were kissing as we danced. Even though I was trying not to get hard, I wasn't succeeding and just as I was wondering if she realized it, she rubbed up against me firmly and said, "I guess I'm not the only one enjoying myself, I can just hide it better!"

That got a laugh from both of us and a few more kisses as the song ended and we headed back to the table. Out of habit, I checked my phone and I'd missed a text that her car was ready to go but the keys were in his lock box and he gave me the code. We all headed out and when I asked if Rachel wanted me to give her a ride or if she wanted to go with her friends, her reply of, "Oh I'd love it if you'd give me a ride!" made me think that maybe the night wasn't going to be over yet.

We talked along the way and by the time we'd got to her car, we knew that both of us were single, hadn't been married but had gone through a few serious relationships that didn't work out. When she asked me why mine didn't work out, I told her that most of the women I'd been serious with turned out to want to have me do all the work while they stayed home; where I was happy to share the house work but also wanted a partner who would work and didn't mind getting dirty doing it as well as being able to do without shower and makeup for a week or so if we went back country camping or canoeing. When I said that, she put her hand on my knee and said, "That idea doesn't scare me at all, in fact that's part of why my relationships didn't work out. One was a rich guy who just wanted a 'textbook' stay-at-home wife, one wanted at least 3 kids and couldn't even use a screwdriver. I thought the last idiot was different because he was fine with me working too until I found out that he figured if I was working, he figured that he didn't have to and went through about a job a month, usually with a month in between of 'trying to figure things out'."

When we got to the shop, her car was ready to go and when I looked at the tires, I'm not sure what car they came off of but they were almost new and there was a note that said, "The tires came off a car that never got picked up. They didn't cost me anything so they won't cost you anything" which got me another hug plus an even longer kiss than we'd had at the bar. I really didn't want the evening to end and I was pretty sure she didn't either but after the idiot her ex had been, I didn't want her to think I was hitting on her too hard and was just going to suggest that I'd like to give her a call and maybe go out again when she said, "You've already helped me out enough but would you mind following me home just in case any of his other asshole buddies are around?"

I tried not to sound too happy with the idea when I said, "Sure, it's on my way home anyway."

When we got out of our vehicles and she'd opened the door, she looked at me and asked, "If you're not in a hurry, would you mind making sure there's no one inside either?"

Considering she was in the middle of three townhouses and it took two different keys to unlock her door, I was pretty sure there wouldn't be anyone inside except us and I was fine with that idea. As soon as she'd closed the door, she locked it again and I couldn't help but grin and say, "Maybe I should be the one to worry that you're locking me in."

Rachel just grinned back and said, "Well, you can leave if you'd like but.." and that was about as far as she got before I had my hands on her hips and I was kissing her long and hard.

"Nope, I'm totally fine being locked in with you. I might have to do a bit of a safety check though."

"For what?"

"Just to make sure there's no beer bottles or tire irons you could hit me with, I've seen what you can do with them."

That got a chuckle from her followed by, "I know we really haven't even had an actual date and I usually don't take men home until we've been dating for a while but if I end up with anything long and hard in my hand tonight, I'm hoping it'll be you."

I certainly liked that idea and very naturally, we turned toward each other and with my arms around her waist and hers around my neck, we enjoyed not only one kiss but by the time we pulled back, we'd shared a series of about 6, long kisses.

Pulling back, both of us seemed to be looking to make sure that the other was as interested as they were and then while still looking at me, Rachel pulled her top over her head revealing a medium sized pair of breasts that were barely contained in a very skimpy, lacy bra. Getting a look from her that screamed 'your turn', I pulled my shirt off and then reached forward to undo her bra. Her breasts were barely a 'B' cup and definitely firm and stood straight out from her chest but what really caught my eye was that instead of being more rounded, they just got smaller and smaller until they just merged with her wonderfully hard nipples with almost no areola separating the two. I couldn't resist sliding my hands up her chest to cup them and as I did, we moved together for another series of kisses. When we stopped, I took the lead by undoing and dropping my pants to the floor, leaving me in nothing but socks and boxers with a noticeably hard bulge forming in the boxers.

With a sexy grin, she followed suit and I was quickly enjoying the look of her naked except for a thong that was even skimpier than her bra had been. Pulling her against me, I cupped both cheeks of her ass and as we kissed again, I could feel her pushing her crotch against mine. After a simple, "Bed?" from her, we separated long enough for me to follow her to her bedroom and we spent the next few minutes on the bed just enjoying touching, teasing and kissing each other some more.

She was the first to go further, reaching inside my boxers and freeing my nicely hard cock. As she stroked it, she said, "Well, not as long as a tire iron or as thick as a beer bottle but I think it'll do very nicely for what I'm thinking!"

That made both of us laugh and soon my boxers, her thong and our socks were all in a pile on the floor and as I slowly teased her pussy with my fingers, she was doing the same with my cock. Both of us were already breathing heavier and even before I'd even taken her thong off, I noticed that it was getting damp where it lay across her pussy. Not stopping with my fingers, I kissed her mouth, then her neck before working my way down to her nipples. By now they were even harder than they'd been a few minutes ago and as I touched, kissed, sucked and licked them, I noticed that she was moaning softly. Instead of actually moving further down, I slowly turned myself and kissed my way down her belly to her pussy. As soon as I was close enough, I felt her fingers wrap around my cock and resume stroking it. It wasn't long before I was enjoying the feel and taste of her bare pussy against my tongue and just as much or more, I was enjoying the feeling of her lips wrapped around my cock as she sucked it.

I love the taste of a woman's pussy and would have happily kept licking until she came but after a few minutes, she rolled me to the side. Initially, I thought maybe she'd changed her mind but then she said, "I'd love to feel more of your tongue later but that asshole ex was always tried forcing himself into my throat when I sucked him and I never enjoyed it. I'd really like to get that image out of my mind!" and then with a smile, she moved so I was looking down at her head as she took my shaft back into her mouth again.

I happily lay there, just enjoying the awesome feeling of her mouth, tongue and lips on my cock. At first, she only went about halfway down on me and I figured that was because she didn't enjoy a cock too deep in her mouth. After a few minutes, she stopped, looked up, smiled at me and took me back into her mouth except this time, she didn't stop until her nose was against my crotch before moving back up and repeating it again. I'd had one or two girlfriends who would deepthroat me but none of them were able to do it and still use their tongue the way she was doing it. It had been a while so I knew I wasn't going to last long and after a few more minutes of alternating deep/slow strokes and short/faster ones, I gave her a soft, "Cumming soon!" just so she knew.

Just when I was thinking she hadn't heard me, she pulled her mouth off my cock which I figured meant that she didn't want me cumming in her mouth. To my surprise, she smiled, said, "Then go ahead and cum!" and went right back to sucking me.

That was all I needed to hear and less than 30 seconds later, she was feeling and tasting spurt after spurt of cum as I erupted into her mouth. When I'd finished, she licked her lips and swallowed what was left before saying, "That's the first mouthful I've had in a long time that I actually enjoyed!" and then moved up beside me so I could put my arms around her and hold her tight.

We lay there like that for a while before I said, "Well, it's definitely 'later' so just in case you've got a bad image of your ex going down on you, how about we get rid of that too?"

"You can't get rid of an image of something that pretty much never happened but from the way it felt earlier, please do!"

I'd have been quite happy with her kneeling on the bed so I could lick her from behind or maybe laying down while I Iayed between her legs but seeing as I'd been enjoying the sight and touch of her kind of unique but very sexy tits so instead, I lay on my back and said, "Climb aboard!"

With a big smile, she did just that and soon she was enjoying the feel of my tongue and I was enjoying the taste of her already wet pussy. I'd always wished that I could cum as many times in a row as a lot of women could but for now, I just enjoyed finding out where and how firmly she enjoyed my tongue the most. The hotter she got, the more she was rubbing her pussy against my face and each time she came, I could feel her pussy clenching and getting a little bit wetter plus she'd moan and I could feel her body quiver a bit. As I licked her, I'd reached up and was also touching, caressing and generally enjoying playing with her tits and nipples. I quickly found that she enjoyed her nipples being pulled and firmly squeezed so I waited until she was having a particularly strong orgasm and just as it was peaking, I gave her nipples a squeeze/pull and also gave her clit some hard suction between my lips. That took her from one peak right to another and she spasmed on my face so much that felt like she was having a small seizure.

When that one ended, she lifted off my face to lay beside me and said, "That was amazing and as much as I don't want you to stop, I've cum so much that my clit is getting too sensitive for more right now."

Just the way she said, "right now" told me that she was certainly open to more later but for right now, I was totally hard again and still hadn't found how good her pussy was going to feel wrapped around my cock. When I suggested she move to the edge of the bed, she caught on right away and once her ass was as close to the edge as she could get it, she wrapped her legs around my waist and I slid my cock into her pussy. Thanks to how wet she'd gotten, I slid in just fine but could easily feel how tight she was.

She must have felt it too because she whispered, "Fuck you feel good in me, I hope you can last longer than he used to!"

Wow, nothing like a bit of pressure but seeing as I'd already cum in the last half hour, I figured I'd be ok for now. I kept sliding in and out of her pussy, never going fast or hard, just letting both of us build up to a nice, strong orgasm together. It felt so good that it was hard for me to keep it slow and easy and apparently I wasn't the only one because after a bit more than half an hour of slow, steady sex and my occasional rubbing of her clit, she locked eyes with me and said, "That feels so fucking good but I need to cum again and you likely do to. Give it to me hard and fast until we've both cum!"

After getting a good grip on her hips, I did exactly what she wanted and we could both hear the slap of our bodies meeting each time I bottomed out each time before pulling almost all the way out and doing it again. As I sped up, the sounds of us slapping together got closer and closer until it sounded like someone clapping at an awards ceremony. With a fairly loud yell followed closely by a quieter, lower moan, I felt her pussy clenching even tighter around my cock. I was close but not there yet so I kept going and also reached down to rub her clit. That combination quickly brought her to another orgasm and just as she was coming down from that one, I started cumming inside her. Seeing as it was my second one in the last hour, I'm sure there wasn't as much cum but if anything, it felt even stronger than the first one. I did my best to land beside her instead of on top of her and she immediately rolled towards me so we could kiss some more. As we slowly relaxed against each other, Rachel looked at me and whispered, "If you'd like, I'd love it if you spent the night?"

Teasingly I said, "Sure, you just want me here to protect you."

Rolling me onto my back and then moving on top of me, grinned and gave me a long kiss before saying, "No, you ass! I want you here so we can do it all over again in the morning!"

Thankfully, I was off the next day so not only did I stay and we were able to do it all over again the next morning, we also did it again that afternoon and that evening as well. As it worked out, we started getting together pretty much any day I wasn't working, some evenings after I was done and occasionally if she wasn't working, she'd ride along with me and quickly became a big help. While the outcome of us getting together was usually an amazing night in bed, we also quickly found we enjoyed doing all the things together that I'd always ended up doing by myself and we'd even talked a couple of times about where we could go that summer for a bit of a vacation. One night, we'd just stopped after almost 2 hours of intense sex when Rachel looked at me and said, "I know you were joking about just staying to protect me the first time we were together but do you think he's going to cause any more trouble when he gets out again?"

After giving her a quick kiss, I asked, "Well, if I said 'no' would you still want me to keep coming over?"

"I'm a bit surprised because I was totally planning on being solo for a while but now I'm really hoping that we can keep getting together regularly."

"Good, me too! Seeing as you want me anyway; no, I don't think he'll cause either of us any problems when he gets out or from his buddies while he's still in."

"I'm not so sure, he's got a real big attitude and as you've seen, he gets violent when he's been drinking and his buddies aren't much better."

"Well, I've been working in towing for years so I know a lot of the local police and I've already talked to them about him and they've said when he gets out, they'll be keeping an eye on him. I know they can't watch him all the time so I've also reached out to a few contacts on the other side of the law. I've never actually worked with them but I've helped a couple of the local gang leaders a few times by either getting a car towed before the police got to it or giving them notice one was getting towed so they had time to get things out of it. Anyway, they've told me that even while he's in jail that he'll get the message to leave us alone and if he gets out and there's any issues or even threats, it won't go well for him."

For the next couple of months, we enjoyed each other's company more and more and while neither of us are really considering getting married or anything, a few weeks ago the last of her stuff was moved to my place and she handed the keys over to her landlord. We did run into her ex once but he didn't say anything and pretty much looked the other way so he'd obviously gotten and understood the message.

One day I was just dropping a car off at the wreckers that was pretty much demolished in an accident and was talking with my buddy there. Rachel and I had been out for drinks with him and his girlfriend a few times so he knew our story. When I told him we were thinking of doing a trip to Algonquin or something in the summer, he asked if I'd ever thought about getting a camper trailer. When I said I had but didn't have the money for one, he just grinned and said, "Let's go for a walk."

A few hundred feet into the yard, he showed me a medium sized camper trailer. The outside was a bit dirty but ok and the inside didn't look too bad either. He told me there were a couple of spots around the roof vents that leaked, one window was broken and he was pretty sure the propane stove/fridge/heater all worked but would likely need to be serviced before they were used. When I asked him what he was thinking, he said, "It was part of a load of cars that we bought for parts but it doesn't have much scrap value and we don't have a market for camper parts. Odds are it'll be heading to the crusher next week so if you want it, it's yours."

I wasn't going to say no to that, so I brought the truck into the yard, used the compressor to fill the tires and hooked it up to go. When I got home, Rachel heard me pulling in and when she came out, she said, "Where'd you get that?"

I just laughed and told her how I'd gotten it. "I figured between the two of us, we could fix it up for almost nothing and I know a guy that does propane and he'd likely check it out for me for a case of beer. If it all goes well, instead of a three or four day trip in Algonquin, maybe we can take a couple of weeks off and do a bit of a tour with it from park to park."

"That's an awesome idea! Let me take a look inside."

As she looked, I could hear, "wash and scrub everything... wash drapes... replace mattress... maybe paint cupboards... get camping dishes... you can fix leaks and window... powerwash outside... "and then she looked at me and said, "I love it! I've always wanted to go camping in something like this but asshole wouldn't go anywhere without a pool, a tv and a bar to drink at."

"And best make sure you pack extra bedding."

"Why, are we inviting someone else?"

"No, but I plan on making love with you at every park we stop at and there may not be a laundromat nearby."

Rachel just laughed and said, "Who says we have to make love on the bed or even inside the trailer?"

Damn! I knew she was a good match for me!