I grew up in good old happy valley. Everybody for the most part trusted the neighbors and ward members. I was around 24. I had been to a summer camp most of the summer being a camp councilor. On my way back down the mountain to get to home my car broke down on the Alpine Loop. I was fortunate to be able to have a pull of that I could coast to. I think it was the alternator or whatever it is called that charges the battery. It was evening time and I didn't have cell phone, as yes, I'm older and we didn't have cell phones at the time. I had no option than to walk down AF canyon in hopes someone would give me a ride. I fortunately had a flashlight in hopes that someone wouldn't hit me and that I didn't run into any wild animals. Granted, if there was a black bear I would have probably just screamed.

About 20 minutes later a truck past by going up the mountain to the Provo Canyon side. They honked with a bunch of kids in the back giving cat calls. I was wearing a summer dress that I had thrown on upon leaving. Th camp didn't allow short dresses above the knee, and so I saved this dress to go home in.

Then about probably another 30 minutes of me walking down the trail the same truck came by with it empty except for a guy that was probably 30-35. He stopped and asked if I needed a lift down. I asked where he was headed and he said Lehi, but he can take me wherever. I stated I needed to get to Highland, and he said hop in. I hopped in the front and told him thank you. He introduced himself and said he was a councilor in Young Men's program and had dropped a bunch of scouts off. It was a Friday night and he asked why I was walking down. I told him my car stopped working. He said, oh that Honda Civic back there? He said he had one just like it. I said I think the battery won't charge and he said he might have an extra alternator at home if I like he can fix it. I told him I didn't have any money and he said, that he didn't have anything to do as his wife was on a trip. I noticed a ring on his finger and felt a little more comfortable. I asked if by chance he had a cell phone, he said no, but he can drop me off at my home if I like and he can pick me back up. I said that sounds good. I told him it was late and we could do it another time. He said, well if the spare alternator I have at home doesn't work, it will take you so much longer, but it is your choice. I asked if he was sure, he said he was. So he dropped me off and I had a nice long shower cleaning off the residual summer camp dirt. They did have showers, but they didn't run warm and you just showered as fast as you could to get somewhat refreshed.

He picked me up ... I decided to wear my tank top and short shorts with and brought a hoodie in case it was cold. The trip seemed to go by quickly. We talked about his family and my family. I noticed he kept giving side glances looking at my legs. I felt bad, I should have worn something less revealing. I wondered if I was causing impure thoughts. The idea was tantalizing. I knew guys liked to look at me, but for some reason I thought he was taking a few extra than what I was used to. I asked how long his wife had been on a trip and he said about three weeks. I was thinking, I bet he hasn't had any relief... I slid down a little bit on the bench seat and spread my legs a tiny bit to see if he adjusted in his seat or took more glances. Sure enough after a good 20 seconds I saw a shift of his weight and when passing under a street light, I thought I saw a bulge out of the corner of my eye. I hadn't masturbated for a few weeks and I was getting hot thinking about him having an erection. I wondered how far I could take it without it becoming obvious. Next thing I knew we pulled up the the car. He shown his lights from his truck on the car while I popped the hood. I tried to start it for him. We then tried to jump it and it jumped fine, but it quickly died once the jumper cables were disconnected. He looked at the starter and the connections and asked the year, the milage, etc. I didn't really know much, but he figured it was the starter. As he worked removing it, he would ask me to hand him a wrench. I would look for it and after a few times have the right wrench for him. I made sure to bend over so he could look at my ass as well as bend on the side of the hood area so he could see down my cleavage. I caught him looking a few times and then the last time our eyes locked after he had stared at them for a few seconds. His voice was shakey and he said something like excuse me or pardon me... I said, you are fine, I really appreciate the help

I continued to stay there with my cleavage in plane view. I saw hi shift his weight as his bulge must have been bugging him. He took another glance down my tank top and our eyes locked again. I smiled and asked if he needed better light? He smiled bashfully. His face went red and the bulge was prominent. Being in the head beams of his truck I proceeded to take off my tank top, so that I only had my bra on and my shorts and panties. I saw him gulp and I said, don't worry, it is the least I can do. You didn't ask me to. I'm glad you enjoy looking. It helps me feel like a woman after spending a long summer with a bunch of pre-teen kids. He smirked, and kind of chuckled. I could tell he was a good guy, but also that he was very horny.

He probably took a good 30 minutes longer than it should have. Dropping the wrench a couple times and cursing at hitting his knuckles. The last time he did it I reached out to take his hand and look at his knuckles. I massaged his fingers a little and then slowly let his hand go. I rubbed his arm and said, I'm so sorry. When he was done and gave me a jump with his car it all started up and kept running. I was so thrilled. I threw my hands around him and gave him a big hug. I felt his hard cock push against me. My hand instantly went to it. He recoiled a little, but not as fast as I think he wanted. He hesitated. I saw the hesitation. I suggested that I pay him back. He said, no, he was just being of service. I asked, can I please be of service to you? I unhooked my bra and let my 34c cup breasts be free. Feeling the cool breeze against my nipples. He looked around, not seeing any car lights in the distance. I said, why don't I blow and go? Hehe. Blow and go he chuckled. I pulled put his hands on my breasts while I unzip his pants and fiddled with his cock to pull it through the flap of his garments. I proceeded to take him right in my mouth and balanced his balls. I knelt in front of him, servicing my savior. He gasped at the warmth of my mouth on his member. He took my head in his hands and proceeded to softly face fuck me with his cock. He noticed I had done this a few times and took him well. I rolled my tongue around, especially playing with the underside of the tip of his cock. It didn't take long I think he was blue by now and he tapped my head telling me he was going to cum. I pulled on his ass to tell him I'm ready and took it all down my throat. Gulping it as a champ, not wasting any of his seed. When he was done and cleaned up. I kissed him on the cheek and said a big thank you. I followed him down the canyon and honked as I turned to go to my street, he hocked and flashed his lights giving a thank you. I don't recall ever seeing this stranger again. But as part of my confession, I would like to thank his wife for having a good man help a girl out.