It had been a strange kind of day. The Boss had been in one of his moods, no matter how much business was coming in, it was never enough.
Most of my appointments had turned out to be a waste of time. Driving back to my empty flat I considered my options, either putting myself on the outside of a bottle of whiskey or trudging 100 yards to my local pub to get rat arsed and have a game of darts.
About a mile from home I turned a corner and almost ploughed into a parked car.
After the day I had endured I was in no mood to capitulate to such lack of consideration to other road users. Parking safely a few yards farther on I strode back to remonstrate with the driver.
Halfway there I realised that the offender was a young woman, her blonde hair framing a pretty, though not beautiful, face. She had attempted to gain beauty by copious layers of make up but to no avail.
By the time I reached the drivers window and spotted her attractive thighs protruding from the pelmet which purported to be a skirt and the two orbs clearly intended for display purposes cradled into a tight fitting platform bra my ire had metamorphosised into "Hello, are you having trouble? Can I help?"
Warily she wound the window down a little. "Thank you, it just keeps cutting out on me, I find if I stop for twenty minutes or so it starts again OK."
"Would you like me to take a look?"
"If you don't mind, I know nothing about engines, I don't even know how to open the bonnet"
I knew the model of car, I had owned one until a few months previously "Over there just above where you would find the ankle of a passenger, if you had one, there's a lever, just tug it"
I had put my head in the window as I spoke, she in turn leaned across to follow my instructions.
The movement made the back of her skirt ride up exposing a magnificent view of the cleft between her buttocks, I could even detect a lock of blonde pubic hair.
Embarrassed at enjoying the site I hurried to the front of her car and raised the bonnet.
I heard her door open and close and she joined me, thankfully she had thrown a coat over her shoulders, it shielded her assets from other drivers but certainly not from me. In fact she made no effort at all to conceal herself from me simply keeping hold of the side of the coat to stop it flapping around.
Quickly I identified that the problem was almost certainly a loose battery lead "Not be a minute" I said walking back to my car to fetch a spanner. In seconds the nut was tight. I invited her to try the engine, it started at once.
"Shall I follow you for a few miles in case you have more problems?"
"That would be kind of you but I think that I'm too late now anyway"
I didn't ask her to elaborate, just suggested that she drive about ten miles to a certain pub car park just to check that all was well, it took me nine miles out of my way but she was intriguing me.
Yes, I hold my hands up, by now I was having very lewd thoughts and if she was late anyway, I certainly had nothing planned this evening so why not waste a little time together.
I followed her little car which seemed now to be chugging away without any problems. She pulled into the car park as I had suggested and climbed out, still with the coat around her shoulders.
"I can't thank you enough, can I buy you a drink?" she asked.
"I'd love to have a drink with you but I will buy it. I'm too long in the tooth to put up with this equality nonsense"
She smiled and we entered the bar, while she was finding a seat I ordered an alcohol free lager for me and the wine which she had requested.
I found her in a small booth, her coat lay by her side so once again there was nothing to obstruct my view of her thighs and cleavage, I struggled however to focus on her eyes. I sat beside her in the space she indicated.
"I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't arrived"
"It was nothing" I smiled "I'm just sorry that you missed your meeting"
"No harm done, well a bit to my credibility I suppose, but enough others have..." She stopped, beneath the make up I detected the beginning of a blush.
"Enough others have what?" I encouraged, intrigued by now.
"You will think I'm mad, or a slut"
Inside I laughed, if she had read any of my stories she would know how much I adored sluts, the perfect and most honest of ladies in my opinion. She only knew me as the guy who had helped her not as taurents the erotic story writer.
"Try me"
She looked at me with a question in her eyes. I could almost see the machinery of her mind weighing up the pro's and con's.
"OK" she said finally " If you're shocked you can always get up and walk away and we need never see each other again"
"I'm certain that I won't be shocked " I said truthfully.
"Well" she chose her words with care "Up until a few months ago I had a boyfriend and, well, he used to enjoy taking me dogging"
"Dogging" I repeated " I don't think I know that word" Anyone who knows me will of course know that I was lying through my teeth now. Of course I knew what dogging was I had set up two internet sites dedicated to the subject but she wasn't to know that.
"Oh" she paused "Well we used to go to car parks and make love, no have sex while guys watched"
"Oh I see so you're a bit of an exhibitionist then?"
