Brent was happy to finally get the chance to be away for a few days. His wife had certainly changed over the last few years. She used to be sexually adventurous but no more.... Straight 'slam bam thank you ma'am' and that was even more and more rare lately. He missed the pure sexual passion he enjoyed with a woman when he was single or even newly married. He had decided that he would risk an affair if the opportunity presented itself in the next few days. If he resided in a bigger center he probably already would have, but living as he did in a town of 1500 people didn't really offer the opportunity for secret liaisons - everyone knew everything about everyone. He even had to take special precautions when he went online to play with women on the internet. People where he lived are prone to just show up at other people's homes unannounced. It would appear 'curious' if Brent answered the door all flushed with a major hard on..... Today though, was a chance to get away alone for 3 days.
He was going to a city about 200 miles away to take some training for work, with any luck one of the women he had been playing online with would get a chance to come to his hotel room...he had brought his laptop to chat when he got there..... His only concern now was the weather, it was the worst part of the winter, and he hoped that he wouldn't get snowed in without even making it to the city.
Nothing it seemed could take the joy out of Brent's heart or the excitement out of his loins. He was due into the city at about 5:30pm. He'd have a shower and go online and see who was willing to come and play for real. He was excited and had a difficult time keeping speed down, staying just over the speed limit when 'BANG' a horrible sound came out of the engine. His car drifted to a stop with steam pouring out from under the hood.
Brent's heart sank. "Damn, I can't believe it." He muttered.
His first thought was not of the car but the time he was going to miss in the city. He wasn't even going to try to see what he could do about the car. It was still under warranty so he pulled out his cell phone and called AMA right away. He told them approximately where he was and reminded them it was 50 miles from nowhere, and that it was very cold out.
They appreciated his predicament but informed him the closest tow truck was over an hour away. He would have to do his best to stay warm while he waited. Brent put on his coat and settled in for a long cold wait. Almost no traffic was out on this secondary road today, probably because of the cold.
A few cars went by but nobody even slowed down when they went sailing by him, rocking his car with the wash as they whined by.
He had been there only about 15 minutes when he started to feel the temperature. His feet were the first to get cold, and his toes were already starting to ache. He knew he'd be completely frozen in the hour that he was told it would take the tow truck to get to him. He decided that he'd have to get a passing vehicle to stop and wait with him or give him a ride to the city.
Brent zipped his coat up tighter, opened the door and stepped out into the frigid air. Raising the car's hood - the universal trouble signal, he stood beside his car waiting for someone to come down the road.
It was less than five minutes later that he saw a semi truck approaching. He raised both his hands as a signal and as the truck went by he saw brake lights and the truck moved to the side of the road. It took about 60 yards for the truck to stop. Brent ran up to it stepped up to the passenger door and opened it.
The warmth of the cab was welcome as he quickly climbed in to the heat. He took his first look at the driver of the truck. He was pleasantly surprised to see that it was a woman. A beautiful woman at that. She was wearing a loose fitting button up shirt, jeans and running shoes. Her long hair fell down her back in a shower.
She smiled at him, "Trouble?"
"Yes, damn cold out there I'll tell you. My car died about 45 minutes ago and I'm about numb."
"I would think so."
"I've called for a tow truck and it won't be here for at least a half hour. Can I get a ride to the city, or have you got time to wait until the tuck gets here?"
"Well I do have a schedule to keep. I can give you a lift though. Do you know where they are taking your car?"
"Yeah, they told me the dealership it was going to."
"Ok good, let's roll then", she replied as she slipped the truck into gear and started to move ahead. She was soon up to highway speed.
Once she had finished shifting gears, she turned to Brent, reached out her hand and said, "I'm Kris by the way."
Brent took her hand, and answered, "Nice to meet you Kris, I'm Brent."
"Oh, you're hands are freezing!" she said. "I've got the heat turned as high as it will go in this thing; I hope you're warming up."
"Yes, it's great, thanks. I thought I was going to freeze to death. I'm ok now except my hands and feet."
"Well take your shoes off, the heat will get to them sooner."
"Ok, thanks." Brent replied as he slipped of his shoes and slid his feet into the heat from the blower.
"No problem, make yourself comfortable, we have about an hour and a half to get to the city." Kris responded. To be honest it's nice to have some company for a change. I haven't had anyone to talk to except waitresses for six days."
"I've never picked up a hitchhiker before actually," she continued glancing at Brent,
"I've been warned against it, there's lots of freaks out there. You're not a serial killer or pervert are you" she giggled.
"Not a serial killer for sure......define pervert" Brent answered with a chuckle.
"Ha ha..... I see", she smiled to herself. "So Brent the pervert is it?"
"Not lately", Brent answered.
They slipped easily into a conversation of their home lives, each of them disappointing. Brent proceeded to tell her all about his passionless marriage and that this trip was to provide the opportunity for him to experience passion again.
She in turn told him about her present lack of involvement due to her work. He discovered that she spent twenty five days a month away from home. Most nights were spent in her rig, which she explained was her 'true' home.
"Well it looks comfortable," Brent noted as he turned to look into the sleeper behind them.
"It is...go ahead and take a look if you want."
"Ok" Brent replied as he slipped out of his seat and through the entrance of the sleeper.
He felt a distinct transition as he moved from the mechanical cab with all its buttons and dials, into this space which was defiantly a woman's space.
The blankets were a soft pink and the pictures fastened to the walls were defiantly feminine.
There was a small TV/VCR built into the storage rack at the foot of the bed that he imagined she watched chick flicks on. He noticed a woman's magazine laying on the nightstand, and then was slightly intrigued when he saw a pair of panties carelessly tossed on the floor.
A strange woman's panties would interest any man. Wait, they weren't panties but on closer inspection - a thong. He immediately imagined this beautiful woman in a thong...the thought aroused him.
"So, what do you think' Kris asked.
"Very nice, you must be quite comfortable in there - TV and everything." Brent said as he sat back down in the passenger seat.
"Yep, and there's beer in the little fridge - party central", she laughed.
Looking ahead down the road Brent noticed brake lights and cars pulled over "What is going on up there" Brent asked.
Kris started to gear down as they approached the traffic stopped on the road.
"Don't know, accident maybe."
They came to a stop in the line of cars and trucks. Kris switched on her CB and keyed the mic. She asked if anyone knew what was stopping traffic. The response came back that there was an avalanche on the road ahead about 2 miles. The best estimate was 4-5 hours before the road would be open again.
"Great....", Kris moaned.
They happened to be only a couple of hundred yards from a rest area, so Kris slipped the truck into gear and maneuvered her way to the entrance and was able to find a spot to park alongside the other trucks.
"Well," Kris sighed, "Looks like we're here for a while."
"I guess so. So much for my wild night in the city" he replied with a frown.
Kris felt a pang of sympathy for Brent.
"Well we aren't in the city, but remember -This IS 'Party Central' she responded with a smile. "I'll grab us a beer."
Kris slipped out of her seat and climbed through the opening into the sleeper.
Brent turned to watch her pass and as she bent over the bed to reach into the little fridge he stared at her tight little ass. It was gorgeous. And, he noticed, no panty line. She must be wearing another thong he surmised - her jeans were so tight that had she been wearing panties, he surely would have seen the tell tale lines.
"Here you go" Kris stated as she handed Brent a beer and sitting facing him on the side of her seat.
"Thank-you, and thanks again for picking me up out there. I wish the damn car hadn't broken down though - I would have likely made it past where the avalanche is."
"Hmmm maybe so.....but then I would have been stuck here on my own. It's nice to have some company - although you are an admitted pervert..." she laughed.
"Ahhhh like I said though, it's been a while since I've been able to practice - not by choice however. Besides, you never did define pervert" he added.
"Hmmm true..." she said as her eyes drifted to the ceiling in as she considered his question. "Not an easy question to answer really...... I suppose 'pervert' is subjective. What some might consider perverted, others consider a turn on."
