It was half past nine on a bitterly cold winter morning, and even with the heater running full-blast I was feeling the chill in my car as I made way to work at the college.

Happily, I didn’t have my first appointment until early afternoon.

That’s when I spotted a damsel in distress standing at the rear of a red Jaguar staring at the rear passenger-side wheel, which I surmised had gone flat. Ever the gallant, I pulled over in front of her car to see if I could render assistance.

She was turning to get back in the car when she saw me. She was tall, about 30, ruddy-cheeked, with reddish hair over a full round face. She was wrapped tight in a camel-hair coat with the collar turned up. She smiled as she focused on me. A tear rolled down her cheek, likely caused by the bitter wind.

“I have a problem I can’t handle,” she said. “Could you take me to a gas station?” (This was in the days before cell phones.)

As a truck rumbled by, I put my head close to hers to speak, and inhaled a delightful scent that told of money, sophistication and sexual adventure. “If it’s just a flat,” I shouted, “I can change it.”

I opened the passenger door for her, and she slipped in gracefully and slid over to let me sit. She gave me the trunk key, and I got back out, got the jack and set to work raising the rear axle. The wind cut right through me, since I wasn’t dressed warmly enough. Most important, I had no gloves. The night before, I’d left them in my office, where they were doing me a fat lot of good! I was also hatless, and losing heat from my head fast enough to give me a headache.

Soon after I got the jack in position, I had to retreat into the warmth of the car. This proved a pleasant interlude, as I got to chat a little with Edie about our respective fields and our planned activities for the day. It turned out she was a lawyer and not some rich guy’s wife, as I’d supposed. She was in town for a meeting where she was expected around noon.

Sitting in the car with the heater on, she had opened her coat to reveal a neat suit with a pretty satin blouse. The above-the-knees skirt rode up even higher in her sidesaddle position, showing a yard of fine-mesh-pantyhose-covered legs.

I went back out and loosened the nuts on the wheel, which took a lot of effort, as they were really tight and the cold had frozen them even tighter. Soon I was really feeling pain above my wrists and not feeling anything in my fingers. With the tire off, I went back in the car near crying. I put my dirty, frozen hands under my armpits but got little relief.

“It may sound silly,” Edie said, “but put them between my thighs. That has to be the warmest place in the car.”

It didn’t sound silly at all, just wildly unexpected. She took my hands and put them between her warm thighs, two inches from Valhalla. I was hurting so bad, I was hardly thinking in terms of sexual excitement, but as my hands warmed up, and I could wriggle my fingers a bit, Edie released the pressure on them, and I felt her thighs shiver.

As I removed my thawed fingers from their cozy nest, my index finger brushed against the crotch of Edie’s pantyhose, and I swear, the pubic hairs were moist! Neither of us said anything. I figured she thought it was accidental or it just didn’t happen.

When I couldn’t put off the inevitable, I jumped out of the car, ran to the trunk and removed a full-size spare tire. I mounted it on the hub and tightened the nuts, then kicked the hubcap in place and lowered the jack. With the wind cutting, my face and my ears cracked when I touched them, and again I couldn’t feel my fingers at all. I pulled the jack out from under the car and threw it in the trunk, then retrieved the flat tire and tossed it in too. I didn’t try to tie them in place. Later someone who wasn’t freezing could do that.

I thrust myself into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind me. “All done!” I said, trying to wring the pain from my hands.

Edie said, “Would you like to put your hands back between my thighs?”

I smiled and joked, “Actually it’s my ears that are frozen worst. Can I put them between your thighs?”

I don’t know what reaction I expected — that she’d blush maybe, or laugh at my off-color remark. Instead, she looked at me, her eyes soft and misty, and said softly, “Would you really like to?” And she spread her thighs to allow access!

I was shocked! But since such an offer was unlikely to occur again that day, I soon lowered my face and buried it between Edie’s warm legs. Immediately I smelled the wetness of her crotch. It appeared she’d been aroused by the presence of my hands there, then had kept herself entertained while I was out wrestling with the tire!

I ran my nose along the nylon-covered wet furrow until it was pressed against her clitoris. Then I chewed on her crotch panel until I’d shredded a hole in the pantyhose. With my road-dirt-covered right hand I ripped the panel open, dividing the pantyhose almost in half.

Edie wasn’t wearing panties, so my mouth was free to make full contact with her pussy. She squirmed while I tongue-fucked her, and bucked against my mouth. Having her hot thighs rub against my frozen ears nearly tore the ears off my head. It couldn’t have been five minutes before she had a shuddering climax.

By then her pantyhose was ripped down the inside of both thighs and my hands were under her blouse pushing her bra over her breasts and cupping them while squeezing the nipples with my dirt-caked fingers. I continued licking her clit until she finally said, in a soft yet compelling voice, “Will you fuck me now, please?”

I released her from her position halfway behind the driver’s seat. When she sat up, we kissed. She sucked my tongue, which was coated with her juices, and then licked my beard, which was coated with the same honey.

She lowered the passenger seat to a reclining position, and I almost fell into the back of the car. With me on my back, she unzipped my pants, unbuckled my belt and slid my pants and briefs down my thighs. My pecker was already pointing to the roof. She engulfed it in her mouth, and after a few good licks and some serious sucking she slid up my body and guided my dick into the warmest place I had experienced that frigid day.

In this woman-on-top position Edie rode me like she was on a horseback jaunt across streams and stone fences. Her blouse was now completely open, and I held her wobbling breasts as she galloped on, crying out in language more like that of a sailor than a snooty-private-school girl! She came, and collapsed against me. She kissed me deeply, and as she struggled to regain her breath said how much she’d needed to be fucked.

With her tongue still probing my mouth, she tightened her cunt muscles and jerked me off methodically with her plump pussy lips. Minutes after her crashing climax I was ready to come. Apparently she knew. She jumped off me and slid over to the driver’s seat, then leaned over and engulfed my dick again just as I shot my load. The final spurt splattered in her pretty red hair.

“Can I pay you for changing my tire?” she asked.

“Actually, I think you just did,” I said. “I’m only afraid I may have overcharged you.”

We sat there laughing as we rearranged our clothing. The car windows were all steamed up, hiding us from view of any passing traffic. So we were surprised when we heard knocking on the window. Out the rear window I made out a blurred image of the blinking lights of a squad car behind us.

Edie lowered the window and a police officer asked if everything was all right. She smiled and said she’d had a flat but this gallant gentleman had fixed it. He smiled and said amiably we should get along. The amiability was probably due to a sticker on the car that showed she gave $100 a year to the police widows’ fund.

Edie turned on the air conditioner, and the windows soon began to defrost. That was my cue to depart. She said, “You think he knew what we’d been up to?”

“Well,” I said, “if he somehow missed all that smell of pussy and come, he might still have recognized the sticky stuff in your hair.”

She burst out laughing.

We made no attempt at a rematch. We both knew our lives were too separate — it was just a chance meeting that led to a joyous encounter. She thanked me again, I kissed her, and we drove off to our appointments. I still wonder how she explained her soiled condition at her meeting. But you know those lawyers can spin a yarn!