I was driving through Illinois on a rainy evening in late March. My destination, Savannah, was still many miles down the road. The driving rain, bumpy roads and lack of sleep all contributed to the fatigue I was beginning to feel. A mileage marker showed that Champaign was 140 miles away and, although I planned to drive straight through, a warm bed was very inviting. In another hour I would decide if I should stop and get some rest before continuing on my journey.
Emergency flashers in the distance caught my attention and I slowed down to see if I could offer assistance. As I pulled in behind the stopped vehicle a stunning female form got out and approached my window. Opening my window I was greeted by and attractive, soaking wet, and somewhat frustrated woman who said her name was Susan. She said that she was on her way to Champaign for a weekend teaching conference and that her transmission had failed. A tow truck had been called but wouldn't be here for another 2 hours. She was unsure about what to do. I introduced myself and told her I was heading in that direction and I could take her there. This seemed to relax her and, with only a moment's hesitation looking into my calm, reassuring eyes, she accepted my offer. After a quick phone call to her auto club and another to a friend relaying my license number and description she went to her trunk for her luggage.
Getting out of my truck I said, "Let me help you with that." I stowed her bags in the back of my truck and made room for her in the passenger seat. I held the door open for her as she seated herself and relaxed for the first time in hours. Sitting in the driver's seat next to her I started the engine and proceeded down the road...leaving her car in the distance.
We elaborated on our introductions and, after some initial awkwardness, our conversation became comfortable, light-hearted and intriguing. Not only was she attractive but she was also very intelligent, friendly and inviting. We both commented that it seemed as if we had known each for years. My gaze inadvertently dropped to blouse when I noticed that it's shear and soaked material left very little about her breasts to the imagination. I tried to stop myself from staring at her obviously beautiful breasts with nipples pressing hard against her bra while we conversed...but I couldn't help myself. She noticed my gaze after a few glances in her direction and followed it.
"Oh my God! I'm so embarrassed," she gasped while trying to pull her blouse from her clinging breasts. Her face turned a very becoming shade of crimson and instantly the atmosphere in my truck became a little more guarded.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to stare but...." I started to stammer.
"No need to apologize. I should have realized I was showing more than I should with the rain and all." Susan offered as a shiver went through her body.
"You really do need to get those wet clothes off. There's a rest area up ahead about 30 miles. Do you have any dry ones in that duffle behind you?" I asked.
"I am getting cold but I don't see why I can't change right now...as long as you promise to keep your eyes on the road." she added with a smile.
The tension seemed to drop off instantly at that remark and as she dug through her duffle bag she placed a lace bra in the space between us and followed that with buttoned-down men's shirt, and a pair of boxers. She reminded me not to peek as she began to unbutton her blouse. She had to lean forward to get the soaked garment of her shoulders and when she did this, her breasts, only restrained by a sheer bra, were visible in my peripheral vision. They were even more incredible than I imagined. They appeared soft, milky white, and with cleavage that rose and fell with her breathing. As she reached around to unclasp her bra her breasts sprang free. They were larger and than I expected...and hoped for. Her nipples meeting the cool air seemed to rise from her areolas in an instant. This couldn't be happening I said to myself. I tried to focus on the road but I kept glancing, ever so slightly, in Susan's direction. By now she had her bra and shirt on and was slipping off her pants. As she pulled the pants off her ankles I noticed that her panties were made of the same material as her bra...very sheer. I could see her pubic hair and the outline of her pussy through the material and tilting my head to the side I glimpsed an incredible ass as she pulled her boxers on. Waves of excitement raced through my body and it didn't go unnoticed.
"Now, it looks like you're showing a little more than you should," she said looking down at my lap and growing erection with a smile and a muffled laugh.
It didn't help matters that she was now staring at me. I tried to shift and ease some of my discomfort...to no avail. I was getting harder by the second and Susan was doing nothing to direct the focus away from my obvious sexual excitement. Instead she seemed to revel in it.
"That's what you get for peeking, naughty boy," she want on to say while never lifting her eyes from the bulge in my jeans. "Did my breasts excite you? Or was it my legs? Were you looking at my pussy through my panties?" As she asked these questions Susan got on her knees and started to slowly unbutton her shirt and unclasp her bra. She placed my hand on her breast and said, "Go ahead and hold my tit. I know you want to. Oh, that's right...pinch my nipple. It feels so good."
