Tap. Tap tap.
"Hey! You okay in there?"
The voice of a woman, muffled by the car window. Then more tapping.
Tap tap.
My eyes fluttered open. I picked my head up off the steering wheel and turned to look blearily out the window. There was a woman. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head, trying to clear out the cobwebs.
She giggled. "Good morning, sunshine." Her voice was still muffled and I scrambled to roll down the window to hear her better. I was starting to gain focus and I took in the sight of her as I cranked the handle.
She was cute. Not one of those 'drop dead gorgeous super model' girls, but genuine 'I don't need makeup to look hot' cute type. Her dark brown hair was short, a few inches above her shoulders, and straightened to hang down like glossy curtains of... whoah, let's not fall in love just yet. Her eyes were an icy blue. Her lips were full and had the barest amount of gloss on them. Her nose is what really got me. Strange as it may sound, I have a thing for a certain type of nose. Hers was perfect, like a cute button, small and rounded with a dusting of freckles.
The next thing I noticed was her cleavage. It was hard not to! She was leaning down to look into my car and wearing a low cut shirt. And good god they were big. Not grossly massive but more like 'instant drooling moron' big. Her skin was pale and I could see more freckles on her chest. Her shirt was low cut and it was a shirt and her chest. Her arms were on her knees and there was her chest. She smiled about a foot above her chest. Did I mention she had a nice chest?
It wasn't until she cleared her throat that I realized I had been grinding the window crank while staring down her shirt. I quickly stopped and felt my face get hot. Shit. Not a good first impression.
"You okay, man?" Her voice sounded more amused then angry. But I kept my eyes on the steering wheel anyway.
"Y-yeah. I, uh, just ran out of gas last night and fell asleep." Yep, still thinking about those boobs.
She looked around at the dirt road surrounded by forest. It was early out, judging by the cold air and mist. Cold air. Boobs. New image. Dammit!
"You know, if you had walked down the road about five miles you would have hit the party."
My head hit the steering wheel. Damn. That close. "Well, crap. I guess I didn't have to sleep in my car." I looked back up at her. She was standing and smiling down at me now. I could see her a bit better now that I wasn't staring down her heavenly valley. Her shirt was low cut, as I've said, and long sleeve, striped black and white with what looked like a hood hanging off the back. She was wearing a short black skirt that fell about mid-thigh, and thigh-high white stockings, and boots. Big black boots. Just simple boots with a couple of straps and buckles.
