It was late afternoon and he was driving home from work. He spotted a car on the center strip of the highway. It was one of those little sports cars that you see in the magazines. The hood was up and standing next to it was a woman. He pulled in behind her car and stopped.
Dressed in a dark business suit tailor tight, she looked like an executive from some Fortune 500 company. Her brown hair was done up in one of those tight french braids. The wind of passing cars whipped a stray lock around. Her short skirt fit her ass like a glove. Long tapered legs were wearing white stockings, ending in black high heels.
Mostly though he noticed her breasts. Large and firm, they pressed against the front of her blouse straining like they wanted to be free. He wanted to bury his head between them. She looked back at his truck, the sun reflecting off her mirrored sunglasses.
"What's wrong?" he asked getting out.
She shrugged and said, "It just stopped."
He walked up to the car and looked under the hood, checking to see if he could spot the trouble. As he looked around, his eyes kept being drawn her way. She was more beautiful up close than when he first spotted her.
Everything about her turned him on. But especially her breasts. When she bends forward he catches a glimpse down her blouse. A little bead of sweat is sparkling between her breasts. He wants to lick it from her flesh.
Several times she catches him looking at her. Instead of being angry, she seemed pleased at the attention. She must not meet many men at the office who treat her like the beautiful woman she is, he thought.
After a couple of minutes he finds the trouble. Somehow the wire on her distributor cap had come loose. He puts it back on.
"Try it now," he said.
As she walks around to the driver's seat he follows. Is she putting more strut in her walk because he was watching he wondered, or was that just his imagination? The motor starts right up. She lets it run for a minute then shuts it off. She leans back and reaches for her purse on the passenger seat.
"Let me give you something for your trouble," she said.
Her movements cause her short skirt to ride up. First stockings, then a red lace garter belt are exposed. Her long legs and underthings are a delight to his eyes.
"No thanks," he said. "Just being a good Samaritan."
She turns back, money in hand and sees where he is looking. The sexual tension between them is like electricity. Taking off her mirrored sunglasses, she looks him in the eyes.
"I really should thank you somehow," she murmurs.
Suddenly she leans forward, grabbing the front of his shirt. She pulls him down and kisses him. Her lips are hot and moist. With one hand she caresses the back of his neck. He feels the other undoing his belt and reaching inside his pants. Her fingers grasp his shaft and squeeze gently.
