It was nearing dark as I stood in front of my truck, as if staring at it could make it cool down any faster. A tiny puddle under my radiator revealed the problem. I could only give it some time to cool then fill it with water and hope it was a slow enough leak not to drain again before I got home. Probably it would be fine, it may have mostly emptied as it sat on the street the last few days unused. It still meant I was stuck for a while on this deserted desert road.
I walked back to the truck cab and sat to open up my pack and grab my book. As I opened my pack, I saw a truck turning off the main road and onto the small dirt road I was on. I stood and pulled my seat forward, my shotgun within reach, and watched the truck approach. It was an old Ford, maybe early 80's, and well cared for. I felt more at ease somehow thinking anyone who cared for a classic like that couldn't be all bad.
The car stopped a comfortable distance behind me, and a man in a cowboy hat and jean jacket stepped out. Standing just beside his open door, he put his hands on the top of it and called out, "Ma'am, anything I can do?"
"I'm okay, thanks, just need to let it cool some."
"It's getting dark, mind if I keep you company? I'll stay back here, even pull away farther, if you'd like."
I smiled and relaxed and waved him over, "Thanks, yeah okay, wouldn't be a bad idea."
He closed his truck door slowly, then took off his jacket and hat and placed them on the hood. Raising his arms up, he spun slowly, smiling, showing me he was harmless. "Don't worry ma'am, I'm a good boy."
I smiled and enjoyed the view. He got hotter with every step forward. His long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, framing his long thin face bearing a heavy stubble. Defined lines around his eyes seemed to highlight their light hazel color. He was a little taller than me and proudly carrying a belly that tilted his belt buckle outwards. He wore jeans, sandals and a white t-shirt, his thick chest hair easily visible underneath.
He held his hand out to me when he got close, still keeping a fair distance from me. I stepped forward and shook his hand, and said, "Hi, I'm K".
"Jake," he said smiling, and then he took a step back and leaned on my truck. "I hope I didn't scare you, I live pretty close, saw you on my way home, just trying to be neighborly."
I nodded, and stole a look down at his bulge, he filled out his jeans nicely. "Looks like a slow leak in my radiator, I didn't notice it before I left. I'm okay though, I've got water in my truck bed."
"Good to hear, glad you can take care of it yourself, Ma'am. Still always better to have a little company out here, just in case."
I stepped closer to him, just within the bounds of too close, and touched his shoulder with my hand. "Thank you Jake, I'm glad for your company."
He turned towards me, moving in a little closer and glanced down at my breasts. "So anything I can do to help you pass the time?" he said, a sly smile on his face.
I openly looked down at his bulge again and ran my finger across his arm.
He stepped even closer and ran his finger from my neck down through my breasts and to my waistband. It sent chills though my body and made goose bumps stand on my arms. He put his arms around my hips and pulled me against him while he bent his head down to kiss me. His tongue pushed through my lips, quickly finding mine.
As his tongue explored mine, his hands slipped under my shirt, and rubbed up and down my back. His hands moved to my bra clasp, deftly unfastening it. He ran one hand down into the small of my back and the other slid to my front and wrapped around my tit, squeezing it firmly, as he kissed me wetly.