Short Story: Mrs. Derry goes for a ride

I wrote another erotic short story. This one is not based on any prompts, just my original idea. It belongs in a genre of porn that I hold near and dear to my heart: Old Lady crashing out and fucking some random dude.

[Mrs. Derry, an older woman with an overactive imagination, has to hitchhike go get home after a fight with her husband. When a rough looking man picks her up, what is she to do, but to get a bit over excited?

After all, anything could happen...]

I hope you enjoy! I am working hard on the Alfie epilogue right now. This was a nice break.

You can also read this story on my ao3 account if you prefer to do it that way.

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The man looked exactly like the kind whose car Mrs. Derry should not be getting into. Like the kind her mother warned her about a long, long time ago. But she was tired and frankly, she did not care much at this point. It was either this, or spend the night at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere.

"So? You gettin' in or what?" The man insisted, his voice rough.

"Yes. Thank you... You're really helping me out here," she said as she made the decision to get in. Hitchhiking with a strange man it was!

The car - a rusted old thing - did not look very inviting from the outside. The interior was a sad reminder that sometimes, you should indeed judge the book by it's cover. The back seat was was full of trash and blankets, so Mrs. Derry opted to sit in front. At least the seat was comfortable.

"You said you're going to Scranton? Yeah I can take you that far. Sure..." the man laughed as he spoke. It sounded rather ominous to Mrs. Derry

"Scranton, yes... Thank you," She said as the car accelerated too fast, pressing her into the seat. Well, too late to get out now! "Ahem... My name's Matilda."

"Yeah? So what're you doing out here? Matilda? Dangerous place for a pretty lady like you," the man said, with a grin.

She decided to ignore all the red flags in that sentence. "I... Had a... Disagreement with my... Soon to be ex husband. I decided to walk home... It was a bad idea."

"What he do? He step out on you?"

Mrs. Derry opted not to answer. It was too humiliating. The man grimaced.

"That's crazy! If it was me, I'd never do that. A lady like you, I'd never look at anybody else!"

Mrs. Derry shivered. The way the man was looking at her... Even as old as she was, at fifty years old, she still got those kinds of looks from men sometimes. Usually, she enjoyed them. They were a nice reminder of how pretty she used to be, before the extra weight came... Before there were streaks of grey in her once black hair. But now? It made her start to regret getting into his man's car. Now inside, close to him, she realized how large he was. How strong his arms looked. And was that a neck tattoo? Didn't only criminals have those?

"Ahem! What- what- what do you do for a living? Mr..."

"Oh this and that... This and that. I get by," the man said, once again not giving her his name. She waited for him to continue, but he did not. She caught him glancing at her legs, thankfully mostly covered by her blue sundress. He ignored her otherwise, focusing on the road. The silence stretched, as Mrs. Derry struggled to recognize the road they were on. Were they actually driving towards Scranton?

She cursed her husband for putting her in this situation... When she walked away from him after he revealed his... Recent activities; she thought he would follow her. Did he not care at all anymore? Anything could be happening to her right now! She could be - let's say as a random example - be trapped in a car with a deranged, possibly sex obsessed criminal!

Mrs. Derry glanced once more at the man's hands. At the way the cords of muscle flexed on his thick forearms as he gripped the wheel. She tried to imagine how strong he was... Why, he could do anything he wanted to her! Anything could happen! She could almost see it... He was going to drive her out, in the middle of nowhere and make her get out of the car. Bend her over the still hot hood and hike up her dress, exposing her to the cold night's air.

Would he use his fingers to get her wet first? Or just stick his member in? Not caring for her comfort at all? Or maybe he would make her get on her knees and suck him. She would have to take his dirty... thing in her mouth and make him feel good, until he finished and made her swallow it all. He was young enough that it would not be over then, not by a long shot. He could go again. The man would put it inside her, roughly. She almost felt it: him thrusting into her, over and over, like a mad animal. One hand on her breast, one on her mouth, stopping her from making a sound. There would be nobody to help her as he did whatever he wanted to her. Again and again.

Visions of what could be assaulted Mrs. Derry as they drove. What was she thinking? Getting into this man's car? Did he have a gun? Or would he use his strength to control her? Would he rip her dress off and push her into the ground? Pin her down and have his way with her? If he wanted to, he could make her do anything he wanted, Mrs. Derry realized. There was nothing she could do to stop him. Nothing! What if he took her back to his house and-

"Hey! Matilda! You sleeping?" the man's voice startled her out of her daze.

"Wha- what?"

"I asked, where in Scranton you wanna go?" he asked, sounding annoyed. It seemed like it wasn't the first time he asked the question.

They were stopped at an intersection, not far from her house. The man was pointing at the road signs above, looking impatient. She tried to blink away the drowsiness from her eyes. Did she fall asleep?

"Oh... You're going to take me home?" She said, an odd feeling, a mixture of relief and disappointment filling her. That's it?

"Yeah? It's late! I'm not gonna make you walk!"

"You're not going to do anything else... to me..." Mrs. Derry said before she could stop herself. A flush exploded on her face. Did she really just say that?

The man raised his eyebrow hearing that. An easy smile slid onto his face. He looked almost charming this way. Almost. "Oh yeah? What was that? What'd you think I'd do?"

"Nothing! I was- sorry I wasn't thinking. It's- Oh nevermind! My house is just down the-"

"You sounded really disappointed that I wouldn't do... It..." He interrupted her, now openly leering at her breasts. She felt her flush deepening and her nipples getting hard, the little traitors. She was sure they were poking through the fabric of her sundress, but was ashamed to look.

"It's nothing! Please just... Forget I said anything... Just- just go straight through, and then turn left." she begged. This was turning out to be the worst night of her life.

The man said nothing for a while, as Mrs. Derry fidgeted in her seat. Finally, he nodded and started the car. At least her humiliation would come to an end soon. In a few minutes she would be home and... And she would have to talk to her husband. If the cad went home and not back into the arms of that hussy- Mrs. Derry swayed in her seat as the car turned right, instead of going straight. Away from the lights of the city and into a dimly lit side road.

The silence in the car continued as they drove further away from her house. Mrs. Derry almost asked about what he was doing, but a feeling she could not quite place kept her silent. She idly watched as they left the suburbs behind, her mind empty. They stopped in a large open field, surrounded by farmland. The closest building she could see was a farmhouse, perhaps a mile away.

They were alone, in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of the night.

The man turned off the engine, and sat back in his seat, looking very satisfied with himself. Mrs. Derry felt anything but. She felt... Odd. Unbalanced. She waited for the fear to grab her, but it refused to. She considered wanting to go home... But... She did not. Her husband was waiting for her there... Maybe. Or maybe he went to meet his... Woman. Mrs. Derry sighed.

The man smiled and got out of the car, making her heart speed up. Anxiety flooding in. The overhead light was just enough to see him, slowly, walk around the front of the car and approach the doors on her side. Mrs. Derry's heart hammered in her chest as he got closer. What was going to happen next? What would he do to her?

The car door opened; the man stood in front of her in the dim light, his hands on the hood of the car, looking down at her. He was even taller than she estimated. Tall enough that his groin was level with her breasts. The fabric of his jeans stretched over his hard... His hard... Mrs. Derry swallowed, her mouth suddenly full of saliva.

"So... What did you think I would do to you? Matilda?" The stranger asked, his voice rough and deep. It pushed into her core, reverberating through her, taking her breath away. She wanted to answer him, but found herself unable to. He chuckled, seeing her predicament.

Slowly - as if he wanted to give her time to react - he began unbuckling his belt with one hand. Mrs. Derry felt her heart in her throat, hammering an unsteady rhythm. Done with his belt, the man unbuttoned his jeans, while humming gently. His t-shirt rode up, revealing a trail of thick, dark pubic hair, begging to be touched. Nothing in this world would pry Mrs. Derry's eyes away from the sight of what happened next: His thumb, hooking into his underwear and jeans, slowly pushing them down. His thick penis catching on the elastic of his waistband, before springing free, right next to her face. It smelled like soap and sweat, not dirty at all...

It was long and thick, but not overly so. It would not hurt her, Mrs. Derry knew... How would it feel? How would it... Taste? Oh, what was she thinking about!? She should be screaming, trying to get away! Not sitting there, waiting for this stranger to do whatever he wanted!

"Open your mouth," the man demanded. She obeyed without thinking. She realized, belatedly, that she leaned in at some point, to get a better look at his crotch. The man needed to only move his hips slightly to guide his member into her waiting mouth. He groaned as her lips closed around him; as her tongue swirled over the tip of his penis, tasting him. Mrs. Derry moaned into him, her body growing even hotter than before. He tasted wonderful; of work and sweat.

"That's right... Fuck that feels good..." The man groaned.

Mrs. Derry hummed as she bobbed her head up and down, trying to taste as much of him as she could. His loud groans made her sweaty and floaty. Excited. He liked it! Was this really happening? Was it another dream? The man's hand grabbing her hair and pushing her head down, anchored her in reality. The thickness of him, pushing into her mouth and throat was proof enough. It was real, she was really doing this! Pleasing a strange man with her mouth.

Up and down, her head went, sucking and licking his shaft all over. The light overhead turned off, plunging them into the dark. She could barely see him, his large form outlined by the moonlit night sky. How much of her could he see? What did she look like? She imagined herself, looking up, drooling all over his member, her lipstick smeared. What a shameful sight she must be, she thought as she tasted the salt leaking from him. Delicious.

She let her hands roam over his thighs as he thrust into her mouth, harder and harder, his penis slick with her saliva. His moans made her feel bold enough to grab his bum and squeeze it. He reacted by pushing down harder, forcing himself deeper into her throat, making her gag. She squeezed his butt-cheeks desperately, enjoying the firmness of them. He held her like that, for a long time, his member twitching in her throat, his pubic hair pressed against her nose, filling her head with his scent. She couldn't think, she couldn't move, all she could do was enjoy it. And enjoy it she did, until she almost could not take it anymore.

He pulled himself out of her suddenly; roughly. Leaving her gasping for air, missing his warm presence. Tears pricked her eyes, her makeup surely a mess. A strand of drool, linking him to her, glistening in the dark. She leaned back in the car seat, trying to steady herself, but she did not take her eyes off of his member. Now what? What would he do to her next?

"Get- get out of the car," he demanded. The command in his voice lit a fire under her. She was out, standing in front of him, before she even made a conscious decision to do so.

She had to crane her head back to meet his eyes. He was more than a head taller than she was! His pupils wide, boring into her, looking wild. Without warning, he pushed her against the back doors of his car, and then he was on her. His hands almost hurt as they kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. Almost. She could not stop herself from moaning, which only emboldened him.

He hiked up her sundress, exposing her to the night's air. Mrs. Derry was about to protest, when he drove his hand into her panties. Whatever objections she may or may not have had left her mind, when she felt his fingers touch her clitoris. She had to grab onto his shirt to keep herself from falling over as his rough and calloused fingers made her legs go weak. The way he rubbed and pinched- she had no words to describe. Nobody ever touched her like this.

The orgasm came quick, rough and hard, making her scream. The man chuckled, as he pushed her head against his chest, muffling all the noise she was making. She felt red hot stabs of embarrassment but she could not stop. Her body was not listening to her anymore.

After the orgasm had passed, and all the screaming and flailing along with it, she leaned into the man and enjoyed his strength. He felt sturdy. She realized, again, that she didn't even know his name. The thought made her feel giddy. She was having sex with a stranger! Her! Old Mrs. Derry was committing adultery with some man she just met! Her giddiness was broken by the feeling of his finger entering her.

She gasped, surprised; bracing against the man again, as a wave of renewed arousal hit her. He was not done with her. She tried to nuzzle her head back into his chest to enjoy his fingers properly, but he had a different idea. His free hand grabbed her hair, yanking her head back painfully, forcing her to look at him. She never knew that pain could feel so good.

"Ready for more?" He asked, his face so close, his breath hot on her lips. She tried to nod, but could not move her head. She opened her mouth to say yes, but he pushed another finger into her, tearing a throaty moan out of her. He smiled, apparently satisfied with the answer, and began pumping the fingers in and out of her. Was this what heaven felt like?

After the second finger, came the third, stretching her even more. The man knew exactly how to move his fingers to make her moan; he seemed to delight in it. Dragging awfully embarrassing noises out of her at his will. When he hooked his fingers and dragged up, pressing hard against a spot that she didn't even know she had in there, Mrs. Derry stopped caring about how she looked or sounded. The orgasm almost blinded her, harder than any she'd had in years. Maybe ever.

When she came to, her breasts were pressed into the side of the car. The coolness felt wonderful against her overheated body. The stranger must have turned her around at some point. She felt excited, knowing what her new position meant.

"I am going to fuck you now, Matilda. Spread your legs," he demanded from behind her. She obeyed happily, although she wondered. What would happen if she said no? She toyed with the idea of saying it... But she decided against it. What if he actually did stop?

She leaned into the car, yanked up her sundress and pushed out her butt, idly wondering at her shamelessness. What was happening to her? The man did not make her wait long. He grabbed one of her buttocks with his right hand as he guided his penis inside with the other. Gosh, it was even thicker than his fingers! He pushed in greedily, but she was ready for him. Wet enough that she took almost all of him inside in one thrust.

Mrs. Derry wanted to enjoy the sensation of fullness, but the man did not give the opportunity. He began pumping in and out of her hard, without warning. In a few deep thrusts he was fully inside her, stretching her to her limit, making her see stars. A sound tore out of her - something between a moan and a scream - making her flush red. She never knew she could sound like that, like an animal rutting. There was a part of her that wanted to protest, but she pushed it down. It felt too good to stop!

The man's hands gripping her sides roughly, his powerful thrusts, her own moans, her breasts pressing into the car, all of it was so good! She found her balance and began pushing back against him, matching his rhythm. It felt amazing, but the sound- the sound they made was obscene! A wet slap carried through the fields around them, every time his hips met her bum. What if somebody heard them? What if they found them? What would they see?

His hand grabbing her hair, twisting, pulling her back roughly was a welcome surprise. She loved having her hair pulled, it seemed. What a thing to learn about oneself at fifty years old! His weight settled on her back, as he leaned over her, his hand twisting into a fist, bringing her more delightful pain. She screamed, her voice hoarse. So good!

"You're loud Tildy'! Jesus, you're a great fuck, you know? But you're a bit loud" his voice tore into her core. She could feel an orgasm building with each thrust.

She tried to quiet down, but his hot breath in her ear made it really difficult. At this moment she was only a passenger in her own body, and it really wanted to make some noise. So it did. Another moan, this one must have been heard for miles around escaped out of her.

"Alright, enough of that!" The man growled, as his hand - the one not yanking her hair - covered her mouth, stifling another scream. "Jesus Christ woman!"

The instant the hand covered her mouth, Mrs. Derry lost it. It was all too much, too intense. She let it all go, all of her shame and fear and disappointment. She screamed as hard as she could into his hand as she slammed back, impaling herself on him. It felt so good to scream! Again, and again and again; as he grunted and cursed into her ear, she did it again, and again, until all she could see was white.

She came harder than she ever had in her entire life, by a wide margin. She felt it in every part of her body, crashing through her, so strong she could not even scream any more. Her mind shrunk; all that was left was the sensation of the stranger thrusting into her. His penis twitching madly and then, a feeling of warmth filling her. He came. He came inside of her! The obscenity of it took her breath away.

She held onto the car with all she had, until her legs gave out, weak with ecstasy. She fell, trusting the man to help her down, and to this credit he did. She sat, leaning back against the cold car doors, her bum getting dirty on the grass. His seed leaking out of her, cooling. The man squatted next to her, looking alarmed.

"Uuuh.. You alright there?" He asked, making Mrs. Derry giggle. He would have a hell of a time explaining this all to the police if she keeled over and died here! She laughed harder. The man smirked. "Yeah, you're alright."

He stood up, abruptly. "Eeer... Wait a moment. I am gonna go take a piss... Clear out the ol' pipes," was all he said, before he walked away not even ten yards and began relieving himself. What a gentleman! Mrs. Derry giggled again; she really knew how to pick 'em!

The ground was rather cold on her lady bits, so she tried standing up. On wobbly knees she managed to haul herself back into his car. That was much better. Much more comfortable than the ground! She dug around in her purse, and managed to find a napkin to clean herself a bit. Another small victory.

She sat back in the seat, comfortably numb. Before long, she felt the weight of the car shift, as the man sat in the driver seat. Without saying anything he turned on the engine and off they went. Mrs. Derry considered opening her eyes to see where they were going but what was the point? What was he going to do? Drive her to a different field and have his way with her again?

"Ahem... So... Which way was it again? Matilda?" The man said, sounding chipper. She felt rather chipper herself. They were back at the intersection.

"Just- ahem! Just go straight through. Then left," she said with some difficulty. Her throat felt rough. A grunt was all the response she got.

In a few short minutes, they were pulled into her driveway. Her husband's car was not here. Looks like he did not come home after the fight... He must be at the... Other woman's house right now. Mrs. Derry sighed.

"Ahem... Are you... No hard feelings?" The man asked, sounding nervous.

"Oh? Oh no. No hard feelings... That was..." She searched for the right word. "That was just what I needed," was what she finally settled on. That felt close enough to the truth.

He smiled and winked at her, looking smug. She thought about asking him for his name again... Or for his number. Or a thousand other things, but in the end, she simply got out of his car without saying anything. He tore out of her driveway the second the doors were closed. His license plate was from out of state; the other side of the country in fact. She would never see him again.

She smiled, feeling relieved.

Mrs. Derry stood there, for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the cool night air on her skin. The neighborhood was quiet. All the good, decent people of Oak Grove were asleep. She took a deep breath, and searched for some sort of new wickedness inside of her. Any sort of change brought on by the... Recent events. She found none.

She was exactly the same woman she was a couple of hours ago. How curious.

A yawn broke her out of her musings. Gosh, how late was it? She was dead tired... And she definitely needed a shower before going to bed. Yes, a good night's sleep was exactly what she needed right now.

Because tomorrow was going to be a busy, busy day. For one, she was going to have to find a divorce lawyer...

And then? Who knows? Perhaps fifty was not too old to try new things? And the world was huge, and full of things she had yet to do.