"Oh shit, that's all I need," said Charity Sharma to herself.
She was driving to Leeds for a business meeting when the local radio station gave the news that the route she had planned to take was closed due to a major traffic accident.
Luckily being born and bred in the area, she knew all the short cuts and a very rarely used local road was coming up in about a mile.
She accelerated the new Mercedes her husband Jai had given her for her birthday and in a few minutes was turning into the little used side road.
She remembered fondly the great sex she had with Jai when she rewarded him for the gift. She swung the car around the twisting road, it was great fun and Charity was really enjoying herself. However she did not anticipate a rather sharp corner and found herself struggling to keep control as the car slid sideways and collided with a small tree. Unhurt, she climbed out of the driver's seat and surveyed the damage. A bent wing and a front wheel at a really funny angle did not look good.
She pulled out her mobile phone and was dismayed to see she could not get a signal.
The road was really out of the way and never very busy, she had no alternative but to walk back to the main road, or somewhere she could phone for help.
The high heeled shoes and natty business suit with a very tight skirt did not help as she walked down the road.
Then she heard the sound of an engine in the distance. "Thank you god, please let them be coming this way" she pleaded. The sound grew louder and Charity's hopes began to rise with the ever increasing sound.
The black BMW pulled in behind her car and the driver stepped out. Charity let out a groan. "Oh no," she said as her cousin and former lover Cain Dingle stood with his hands on his hips and a large smirk on his face.
Charity and Cain went back a long way. First cousins, they had first had sex in their early teen years. Charity had given birth to Debbie at 13, so though only in their late thirties, they were grandparents. The relationship had always been very volatile, but incredibly passionate and very sexual most of the time.
"Well, well Mrs Sharma what do we have here?" he asked
"Can you fix it for me, or get me to a place where I can get a phone signal?"
Cain walked around the car, shook his head and said. "Needs a tow truck, new wing, new bearings, going to cost hubby a pretty penny."
Charity replied "It doesn't matter about the money, can you get me to a phone?"
"I can, for a price."
Charity knew that look on his face and immediately guessed what the price would be. "No way" she said.
Cain started to walk back to his car. He opened the door and said. "This valley is about 3 miles long, if you set off now you should get a signal in about an hour and a half." Then glancing at her shoes said "Better make that three hours walking in them." He climbed into the car and started the engine.
Charity was caught between a rock and a hard place. She surveyed her options. Either walk 3 miles in impossibly high heels to reach a place where she may get a signal, or a quick fuck with Cain and be on her way within the hour.
She had sworn never again to go near her cousin, but smiled to herself and remembered what an artist Cain was when it came to sex. She stepped into the road in front of the slow moving car, raised her hand and then after retrieving her laptop and briefcase, climbed into the passenger seat.
Cain gave her that cheeky smile, the one he used when he had got his own way with her.
"Better make this quick, I have to be in Leeds at two-thirty, looks like a train now, unless."
"Don't push your luck darling," said Cain as he accelerated down the road.
Charity's skirt had ridden up as Cain's hand dropped onto her knee, then upwards towards the junction of her thighs. His finger ran along the fabric of her panties and he was pleased to note they were a little damp.
