On a dark desert highway, cool wind in her hair... I was just singing along, a grin on my face as I cruised along in my gun metal gray Maserati. Chasing the sunset across the Arizona desert, with no traffic around me on this back road in the middle of nowhere, I was so happy I had decided to drive instead of fly from my meeting in Las Vegas. LA was not that far away, and driving helped put life in perspective for me sometimes. Work had been getting to me, the stress of running the company, while wonderful, did get to me every once and awhile.
Leaning back, the top down, cruising along at around 75 MPH, undoing my tie, and throwing it up over my head, I had let it fly out the back. Unbuttoning one, then two buttons of my black dress shirt, I had settled in for the drive, opening a bottle of water next to me to drink as I flew through the canyons, and into the desert of California. With no traffic around me, the sun about an hour from dipping into the far-off ocean, there was nothing else I could honestly ask for. This was perfect, and I smiled in satisfaction at the moment.
Coming down off of one of the last mountains in the range and heading downwards into a long valley, I saw up ahead a shimmer of metal on the lonely highway. Despite being a few miles away, my sharp eyes still picked up the glint of blue paint, possibly a car on the side of the road. With the sun in my eyes, as it set up ahead, I wondered if the other driver was doing what I was doing, relaxing, on a long lonely drive from one city to another. The closer I got, the more I noticed the vehicle was on the side of the road, a hint of steam coming up from the hood area, and although I wasn't sure, I thought I saw a skirt walking near the vehicle. I began to wonder, as I neared the stalled vehicle if I should stop.
Downshifting, slowing down a bit like all people do, more out of curiosity than anything else, to see what was going on, I approached the broken down car. Yes, the hood was open, and steam poured out from under it. And my eyes had not deceived me. A tall, very sexy skirt was walking up the road toward me. I slowed to a crawl, looking over at my passenger seat, the idea already forming in my head. I had taken this road before and knew there was a town about 25 minutes ahead in this direction. A smile already across my face, I stopped in the middle of the road and took in the long legs that disappeared under that skirt.
"Everything alright ma'am?" I smiled slightly, trying not to alarm her. She looked out at me with those sexy green eyes, throwing her brunette hair back, her eyes taking in first the car, then my body. I had no clue how long she had been waiting for someone to arrive – probably not too long, but traffic was slim on this road, and I had a feeling she knew that. She explained to me that she was headed to Las Vegas, seeing some friends of hers for the night, celebrating her friends upcoming wedding. I parked and got out, walking over to the steaming car, passing close to her, catching the scent of perfume. Looking over the engine, I could see the radiator was cracked on top, stressed from the pressure. I looked back to the woman, who was already grabbing her purse from her passenger seat, her eyes looking me over like I was a piece of meat, and it was then that our eyes locked. It was evident what we were both thinking, as she let her finger linger across her chest, loosening a button on her thin white blouse, her eyes hovering on my chest, and then lower. Clearing my throat, I asked if she would like a ride back to town. She merely nodded towards me with a naughty glint in her eye. I marveled at how calmly she walked over to the Maserati and slid into the passenger seat as if she was always this comfortable with strangers. Maybe she was.
Getting in next to her, and firing up the engine, I pulled out onto the highway and started driving. Top down, the air still warm from the day's heat, we made small talk as I drove. Very assertive this one, I thought, her hand on my leg as she laughed at my jokes, head tossed back, maybe in a forced show of relaxation. No matter, my eyes were locked more on her legs than on the road, as I wondered what she was wearing further up that smooth leg of hers. Again, making eye contact with her, sensing that chemistry, fire in our eyes as she leaned closer, asking my name. "Scott" I whispered, as her lips got close to mine.