Hello & thank you for taking the time to click this story. A few notes: *This is a long story that I have been working on for quite some time. If you're looking for something quick to get you off, this may not be the story for you. *I know I am not a great writer. Some of my verb tenses are probably inconsistent & I'm sure there are grammatical errors. * Finally, I highly suggest you read the chapters in order. Some will be hotter than others, but you really need the whole story to understand them.
Thank you again. I sincerely hope you enjoy it.
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Even through the heavy fog, Mike could see the flashing lights ahead of him. "Uh oh," he thought to himself. "Another tourist couldn't avoid the potholes." He chuckled as he approached the disabled car. Sure enough, the license plate said it was from Nebraska...and the rear passenger tire was as flat as flat could be. He didn't see anyone in the driver's seat, so he was about to drive on when the disabled tank began to move. Someone was jacking up the back end. Mike slowed his Beemer to a stop as he waited in the heavy traffic. He watched the boat of a car slowly lift its back end into the air, an inch at a time. He was about to drive off again when the behemoth suddenly came crashing back down to the ground with a loud thud. He moved his car well off the road, threw it in park and jetted out the door, sure he would find some poor Midwestern farmer had been decapitated by a flying jack.
"You stupid piece of shit!" The angry female voice nearly stopped him in his tracks.
Just as he was approaching the back of the downed vehicle, a crossbar came flying towards his face. He ducked just in time.
"Perfect! Just fucking perfect!"
He saw her then, as she leaned back against the car and slowly slid down the side. She came to a rest with her butt on the ground and her head in her hands. She was a pretty one from what he could see. Brunette hair pulled back in a neat bun, charcoal grey skirt with a cute black shirt on. He couldn't help but notice how the skirt ran up her nyloned thigh as she wrapped her arms around her knees. Her high heels were coal black and at least 4 inches high.
"Uhhh....hello?" When she didn't acknowledge him, he spoke louder. "Excuse me, Miss?"
With that her head snapped up and turned towards him. "Hi...hi there. Sorry, I didn't hear you pull up." She sniffed and wiped her face as she tried to get her feet as gracefully as possible. As she slowly rose, she stumbled in her ridiculous shoes and he reached an arm out to steady her.
"Are you ok?"
She took a deep, shaky breath as she brushed some stray hairs behind her ears. "Yeah...I'm fine...just had a bit of trouble with my jack."
He chuckled, "I can see that." He removed his hand from her arm and offered it to her. "I'm Mike.
Mike Harding."
She placed her hand in his. "I'm Michelle...Shelly...Kourting. Nice to meet you."
He shook her small hand in his, loving how she gripped him back. "Nice to meet you too, Mrs.
Kourting."
"It's Miss," she quipped over her shoulder as she turned to check herself in the side mirror.
"Even better." Mike smiled at the attractive female before him, admiring her backside. When she turned back around, their gaze met for a minute, and he nearly got lost wondering if he had ever seen a prettier set of green eyes than hers. Sensing that he had held his stare too long, he cleared his throat and tried to focus. "So...what do we have here? Can I help?"
Shelly sighed heavily. "I haven't quite mastered dodging all the potholes yet." She smiled shakily at him. "I was just about to try it again. I probably didn't have the jack centered right."
"You're lucky it didn't take your head off when it went." Mike walked to retrieve the broken jack.
"Yeah...yeah I guess so." Her voice was shaking as she tried to maintain control in front of this attractive, yet oddly intimidating stranger. She cleared her throat. "You don't have to do that. I can get it."
He scoffed as he grabbed the crossbar from the pavement as well. "I've got it." He smiled at the pretty young girl...hoping to put her at ease. "I take it you're new in town?"
"I am...just moved here a few months ago."
"Oh yeah? Where from?"
She smiled shyly back at him as he set the jack on the ground. "Nebraska. Around Lincoln, if you've ever heard of it." He was in a very nice dark business suit, and she couldn't help but admire the shape of his ass as he bent over to inspect the hardware. He had black-as-night hair, and the most engaging blue eyes she had ever seen. His shoulders were broad and strong. The fabric of his suit strained slightly over his biceps as he moved the instruments around. She was lost in thoughts of how it would feel to run her hands over them when she was snapped back to reality by his voice.
"Of course! Husker nation down there. What brings you to the big city?"
She felt herself loosen up a little...after all it was just small talk. "New job...finally putting my degree to work."
"Oh yeah? Where at?" Mike was only halfway paying attention now as he tried to figure out how the contraption she called a jack was supposed to work.
"Oh, just a distribution company uptown. I'm training in their sales department."
Mike was just about to ask her to be more specific when she interrupted him. "Are all the roads around here like this?"
He laughed lightly. "Unfortunately, most of them are. You'll get better at avoiding the chasms the more you drive them." He took his jacket off and she immediately reached to take it from him. He looked a bit surprised at her outstretched hand, and to be honest, she surprised herself by reaching for it. Mike smiled slyly as he slowly handed it to her.
She softly laughed, blushing madly, as she rested against the car next to where he was working...his jacket in her hands.
"What year is this thing anyway?"
"'78. She's my Jolly Green Giant..." Shelly laughed with embarrassment.
Mike looked up at her with a dumbfounded look on his face. "Seriously?"
