Not too sure what category this should appear under. This story is for the lovely Hayli. A truly wonderful young woman. I hope you are still being careful in the store Hayli. XX
*
The driver cruised down the loch side road, steering his truck around a sweeping bend. The sun glinted on the loch to his right as he checked his time. 'Need to stop for the night soon,' he thought. His driving time limit fast approaching but he knew there was a big lay-by where he could park and spend the night around the next bend.
Rounding the last corner he could see his lay-by ahead. There was another vehicle, a car, in it but there was more than enough room for both vehicles. As he drew closer he could see someone standing beside the car.
No, not standing, they appeared to be .... dancing? Closer still he could see the person was a very pretty blonde girl wearing a short summer dress, yellow, the kind that buttoned up the front. The driver chuckled. He knew what the problem was. Summer time in Scotland, late afternoon, MIDGES!
He slowed to a stop and climbed down, moving quickly to the girls side he took her arm and drew her towards his truck. Opening the passenger door he told her to get in. Her flailing arms did nothing to help as he lifted her by the waist and put her on the top step before placing a hand on perfectly formed bottom and pushing her through the door which he slammed shut. He caught a sneaky glimpse of lemon panties as his rough hands slid over her taut buttocks. Climbing back inside his door he handed the young woman a bottle of lotion.
'Smear it on,' he told her.
She looked at the bottle 'Avon Skin So Soft?' She said unbelievably.
'Trust me,' he said 'I'm a fisherman.'
She gave him a sideways look before popping the top and squeezing out a generous dollop of lotion which she rubbed on her face and arms.
'Do your legs too,' said the driver.
Hayli was a little unsure but slowly she reached down and starting at her ankles she rubbed more lotion into her long tanned legs. The driver didn't look away as she reached her thighs which she parted slightly to allow her to cover all of her exposed skin. This gave the driver yet another glimpse of the pale lemon panties she was adorned with.
'I go out fishing on lochs like this all over and this stuff is the best thing for keeping those little buggers away, honestly. The army use it too but theirs doesn't have the scent, that wouldn't do at all,' he laughed.
'I notice from your accent you are not from around here, where is it, the U.S.?' He asked 'what are you doing over here?'
'Well I'm treating myself to a little vacation,' she answered 'but today hasn't been very good at all.' She said 'My rental car has broken down and my cell phone won't work either and you are the first vehicle to pass in an hour. Another one did pass about 2 hours ago but they didn't stop.'
'Lassie, looking the way you do they must have blind or just stupid. Cell coverage is pretty poor this far North,' The driver lifted his own 'phone, 'Mine isn't working either.'
'Can you give me a lift to the next town?' Hayli asked.
'I'd really love to but I can't drive any more today, it's the law, sorry. I'm Stewart by the way,' he said.
'I'm Hayli and I'm very pleased to meet you Stewart but I don't know what I'm going to do now.'
'Don't fret lass; I'll have a wee look at your car.'
He climbed back down and helped Hayli down the four steps to the ground. His hands sliding up her legs as she descended until they rested on her tiny waist. She looked up at him. He was an older man 50 ish, about 6' 3'' or 4'', broad with a balding crew cut. She thought he had a nice smile.
Stewart looked at the car and chuckled. 'Hayli, it's the guys who use this excuse. Out of petrol, gas. These little things go for miles on a tank but you do have to remember to fill them up.'
'What will I do now?' asked Hayli as she tried to stop her lip trembling, 'I guess I can sleep in the car.'
'It can get very cold here at night even during the summer,' Stewart told her 'If you want to, you can sleep in my cab tonight, it's well heated and I have plenty bedding, you will be able to stretch out instead of being cramped in that car, tomorrow we can get you fuel.'
'I don't know,' said Hayli a little unsure about what to do, 'I do know I'm really hungry but I don't have anything to eat.'
'That I can fix,' said Stewart. A little gas stove appeared and in next to no time he served up a dish of macaroni cheese.
'I'm sorry it's not anything fancy but it has to be fairly simple on the road. Coffee and biscuits later, sorry I mean cookies. That is if you will accept a cookie from a strange man?'
After coffee they went down to the loch. Hayli watched from a rock by the shore as he stripped off his shirt, dropped his jeans and shorts and ran into the water where he proceeded to wash himself.
'It's freezing,' he called, 'but you have to take the chance when it is there. It's difficult sometimes to find a shower when you are on the road.' Her mouth hung open as he walked out of the water as if she wasn't there.
Hayli blushed and her head dropped as he caught her looking. He chuckled. Hayli risked another look through her lashes as he rubbed himself with his t-shirt then pulled on his jeans. He went back to the truck for more lotion and the dirty dishes.
With the dishes washed up they sat and watched as the sun dropped lower toward the water.
'Have you noticed they aren't biting now?' he asked.
Hayli looked up surprised, she hadn't given the midges a thought but sure enough while there were clouds of them about they were leaving them both well alone.
'Thank you,' she smiled at him.
