Joanne walked into her cottage and set the take out order on the table just inside the door. She gathered up the desired items, the quilts, basket and required utensils, and brought them back to the table. Packing the food away into the basket, she then put the plates and silverware in, along with some napkins and closed the top.
Folding the two quilts, she carefully placed them on the top of the basket and folded the two handles into place.
Joanne then turned her attention to herself. It was time to get ready.
She paraded off to the quaint little bathroom, shedding her clothes as she went.
40 minutes later she emerged, legs freshly shaven, her little bit of vaginal hair neatly trimmed. Her hair was pulled up into a messy braid, loosely wrapped up and pinned into place, long strands of her blonde hair purposely left hanging out.
Joanne went to the dresser and removed the lingerie and stockings she planned to wear. She skillfully wrapped her bra around herself, hooked the closure, slid it around and flipped it up over her large breasts, hooking her arms into the shoulder straps and pulling them into place. She pulled and pushed her ample breasts into place just so. Her breasts look massive in this bra.
Joanne looked at herself at several angles in the mirror, impressed at herself. Next she took the garter belt and wrapped it around her waist and fastened the half dozen little hook and eyelets. Then she opened the package of stockings and pulled one out. Wadding it up carefully between her thumb and forefinger, she skillfully slid it up her left leg, being very careful to keep the seam straight and centered on the back if her shapely leg and attaching the beautiful red garter straps.
She repeated the process with the right leg, then grabbed her red lace panties and slid them up over her stocking clad legs and over her garter belt.
I know this isn't how a lady wears a garter belt and stockings, but i might need to easily and quickly lose my panties, she thought to herself as she pulled the dress from the hanger, unfastened all the buttons, and swung it around herself.
Starting at the top she fastened the buttons. the top 4 buttons straining to keep her massive breasts contained inside the dress. She continued down only leaving the bottom 3 buttons undone, exposing quite a bit of her white stocking clad legs. The dress was perfect, elegant yet seductive sexy.
Joanne then slid right her foot into the the 5" heeled strappy sandals and raised it to the edge of the chair and carefully wrapped the straps around her ankles and fastened the dainty gold buckle.
She repeated the process with the left, and turnt and gave herself a good look over in the mirror.
"Dam Joanne.... you look good!" she softly said aloud.
She grabbed her purse, the basket and headed off out the door. Joanne sneakily glanced around to see if anyone was around but aside from a couple of patrons over on the steps of the diner, no one was around. Opening the back door of her car, she placed the basket on the seat, closed the door and got in the drivers seat. A quick turn of the key and she was off.
Joanne had settled on the westerly site, so she turned up the road and drove back past May's Place to the west.
A several minutes later she arrived at the planned location. She brought the car to a stop on the pathway just off the road, and nervously looked around for any signs of someone else being there.
Looks like I'm good to go, she nervously thought as she moved her stocking and sandal clad foot from the brake to the gas pedal and gently pressed down. Joanne's BMW slowly glided along the pathway and out onto the grass. She aimed it toward a small wet area.
"Oooooooo....God I'm nervous." she said out loud as she realized her hands were damp with sweat and her feet were trembling in her shoes.
She could feel the odd shudder and vibrations, as her rear tires broke traction in the damp grass, but her car maintained forward momentum and Joanne adjusted her route slightly towards the left side of a nearby tree.
Joanne spotted the exact spot and tapped her brakes, slowing the car to a crawl. Almost the second the rear tires hit the wetness of the spot, they broke into a spin and Joanne felt the car begin to shudder and her seat begin to vibrate beneath her butt. She turned the wheel about half a turn and that caused the car to shift to the right about 10" and settle down into the wet soft grass about 2 or 3 inches.
Joanne left off and stopped. She gingerly applied a bit of gas, and the car begun to rhythmically rock up and down, but remained stationary. Due to the fact she was already nervous about what she was about to do, Joanne was already wound up and had a good jump on her arousal.
Her red lacey panties were now becoming wet, and her massive breasts were heaving in her straining dress.
Joanne slipped the shifter into reverse, and nervously moved her foot to the gas.
She applied about half throttle and the car spun into action, slowly sliding along the angled rut. Fast, slow, stopped, slow, stopped, fast, slow..etc. the tires spun as the TC tried in vein to grip the soft slippery mud. The car settled into another rhythmic rock as it stopped and the wheels begun to sink.
She selected drive again and spun ahead about halfway through the rut then stopped.
"Ok... I'm sufficiently stuck, now I need help." she said aloud, as a devious smile spread across her face.
Joanne Googled COUNTY TOWING and called the number.
"Thank you for calling County Service and Towing, how can I help you?" the unfamiliar voice said.
That's not Dave's voice, it's not deep enough, Joanne though quickly thought to herself, caught off guard.
"Hello!! Anyone there?" the voice continued.
"Huh..oh yes sorry." she began. "I'm in need of a bit of help here." Joanne said.
"What seems to be the problem?
Has your car broken down? Or perhaps a flat?" he said.
Joanne's mind was going a mile a minute,
Should I ask for Dave by name? Surely this young sounding voice is only an attendant for the gas pumps, she thought.
"Ma'am, let me ask you a few questions before you tell me the issue. First I need your name, make and model of your vehicle, and lastly the issue." the voice said.
"My name is Joanne Fisk.
My car is a 2018 BMW 3 series and
I've gotten myself stuck in the mud and I need a tow truck." Joanne responded.
"Oh that's unfortunate, but it happens more than you think around here." the young sounding voice said in an understanding tone, then continued..
"Where might you be found?"
"I'm not sure if there is an exact address here, but I think the road is Route 15." she replied.
"Where abouts on 15, that is a pretty long road and two sections of it are basically abandoned. Do you know where you are on 15?" he quizzed
"I'm near a washed out bridge." she replied.
