The Friendly Stranger
Pulling over to the side of the road I see smoke coming from my car's hood. I put on my hazards, check for traffic and open my door to get out. Walking over to the hood of my car I see the pink and orange colors in the sky above me. Realizing it'll be dark soon I panic a little. I open my hood, hoping it's nothing serious, and see coolant spilling over the radiator and steam rising from the engine. I get my phone from the inside of the car and see that I have enough battery life for one call. But who do I call? My family lives out of state and I don't really have any friends here yet. I moved to Mississippi just a couple of months ago and don't really know anyone. Cars keep driving past me like I'm invisible or something. What ever happened to southern hospitality? Standing there, I debate on walking the next five miles to the exit or staying by my car and hope that someone stops and helps me.
I look at the passing cars hoping they can see I need help. When suddenly, I see a black truck with a blinker on slowing down. The truck pulls up behind my car and the driver's door opens. A man in his mid-thirties climbs out of the truck. He's tall in stature. His black short-sleeved shirt is tight against his chest showing off his chest and arm muscles. I look down and see him wearing brown cowboy boots and tight jeans. His cock bulges in his jeans making me lick my lips. He walks towards me with a smile upon his lips. Once he's closer to me I see that his sandy brown hair is short. I look into his clear blue eyes and felt my knees weaken.
"Car trouble ma'am," he asks?
"Yes," I reply, "its leaking fluid and overheated I think."
"Do you mind if I look under your hood," he asks?
Blushing, I reply, "please go ahead."
He walks to the hood of the car bends over and I now see the most perfect shape ass ever on a man. It had been about eight months since I've had sex with anyone and if there was ever a man to pull me out of my drought, I wish it could be him. Fantasizing about what it would feel like with him inside me, I didn't see him walk up to me.
"Sorry, I was lost in thought," I said.
"It's okay, happens to me all the time," he said, "It looks like you cracked your radiator. Is there someone you could call to fix it or come get you?"
"I wish but sadly I'm new here and don't know anyone," I replied.
"Well, I have a buddy that works on cars, let me call him and see if we can't get your car towed and fixed," he stated.
"Really, that would be great," I said.
"And if you would like I can give you a ride home," he stated.
Seeing the hesitation in my eyes he says, "you have my word you will get home safe and sound."
"I guess that will be alright," I reply
"Why don't we sit in my truck until the tow truck can get here," he says.
I nod my head yes and he walks me over to his truck and helps me climb inside. After he shuts my door, I see him take out his phone and make a call. He walks around the front of the truck, opens the driver's door and climbs in.
I hear him say, "Thanks buddy see you in thirty minutes."
He ends his call, looks at me and smiles. Feeling a bit nervous and unsure of myself, I bite my bottom lip as he stares at me. He continues to look at me as if he's trying to memorize my features. I'm not much to look at I think to myself, hell I'm barely five foot one with long thick curly blonde hair, brown eyes that I've been told looks gold in the sunlight, full lips and a tiny button nose. I'm a little on the thick side with large perky breast and a flat ass since I have no hips.
"What's your name," he asks?
"Charity," I reply biting my lower lip again.
"Well Mrs. Charity I'm Gary it's very nice to meet you," he says.
"Nice to meet you as well and thank you so much for stopping and helping me. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you," I say.
