"Shit! Not again!" Steam was billowing over the hood of my car. I pulled over to the side of the freeway and got out. I kicked the front tire and spewed out every curse word in a sailor's vocabulary.
I got on the phone and called who was quickly becoming my new best friend; the tow truck driver at my mechanic's shop. "Yeah, Joe, it's Sandra again. I am stuck at mile marker 113 west bound I-40." I had only called him 3 times this month.
He told me it would be about 30 minutes but he was on his way. I got back in my car and waited. Two state troopers and five good Samaritans later he finally pulled up and loaded my piece of crap onto his truck again.
"This is the last time, Joe. You won't have to come save me again; I am getting a new car today!"
"I think that's a good idea. Not that I mind the business but I think you are starting to hate seeing me pull up!" Joe laughed. He was a very handsome young man and I must admit I, being the flirt I am, had flirted shamelessly with him for as long as he had been towing me.
"Never! Just hate the broke down car part!" I placed my hand on his thigh as he drove us to the shop. "How could a lady ever dislike seeing your handsome face?"
He actually blushed. One of the joys of flirting with 20 year old boys is getting that reaction from such a simple action. At his age he is still embarrassed that his body can react to a woman the age of his mother but horny enough to fantasize about it every night.
I smiled and stroked the length of his muscular thigh before getting myself under control and stop teasing the boy. "So, your Dad is going to miss all the money he's been making off of this heap. You might actually get a weekend off now." We laughed.
After dropping my car at the shop, I had Joe take me to the auto mall and drop me off. The auto mall has just about all makes of car dealer in one big area and as I wasn't sure what I wanted yet it seemed like the best place to start. Joe dropped me off in front of the BMW dealership because he says that is the kind of car I would look great in. Silly boy, but it made me smile.
"Call me if you don't find a car and I'll be glad to pick you back up."
"Thank you but I have got to find one; I can't take it any longer." I wave goodbye to him as he drives away.
I start to look around at the cars. I like the style but as I look at the sticker I start to shake my head. Mmm maybe I need to head toward another lot. I look around toward the other lots and just as I'm about to start walking away I see a salesman headed toward me.
"Hello, Ma'am, how are you today? Can I interest you in a new car?"
It barely registers what he has said because I am stunned by his rugged good looks. I run my eyes up his body and over his face. I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. This guy looks like he just stepped off the front of a magazine. Tall, muscular, broad shoulders, and chiseled facial features. Oh and black, just the way I like my men.
"Well, I am looking." I bat my eye's at him.
"Let me get some keys and we will go for a spin. What model are you looking at?"
I shrug my shoulders. "Which do you recommend?"
He chuckles. "I would be wrong to try to push the most expensive model down your throat, wouldn't I? I think I got the one for you, trust me?"
I nod and think it's not a car I want shoved down my throat. I blush at my own nasty thoughts. I check out his ass as he walks away. "Dam!"
I see him coming back toward me and let my gaze travel down to his crotch. I can clearly see the outline of his oversized cock resting down his right thigh. I look back to his face just as my tongue darts out to moisten my lips. My gaze did not go unnoticed as the smirk on his gorgeous face told me.
"By the way, my name is Trent." His hand extended toward me.
"Sandra." I took his hand and felt the roughness against my smooth palm. It was enough to make my pussy moist; the thought of their roughness caressing my entire body. A shiver ran though my arm to his and he knew I was aroused.
"Nice to meet you, Sandra. I have just the car for you, come with me." He took me by the elbow and guided me to a white convertible 500 series.
He opened the driver's door for me and still guiding me by the elbow placed me into the driver's seat. When he moved his hand from my elbow I felt a sense of loss and nearly gasped at the feeling. He went around the car and got in the passenger's side.
He reached across me to grab my seat belt with one hand and put the keys in the ignition with the other. His hand brushed my left breast as he slid the seat belt over my body. My nipple instantly jumped to attention behind the thin material of my dress and Trent's eyes went to it.
Mine go to his right thigh where his cock is laying. I notice it jump under my gaze. I look back at his face and our eyes lock. My pussy aches against my panties and my clit begins to throb. I look away quickly.
"OK! Let's go!" Trent says eagerly.
I pull out of the lot and head for the freeway. I feel the power of the sports car engulf my body as I push on the gas. The engine purrs with every shift of the transmission. I take the next exit and find I am now in a rural area. I slow down and enjoy the feel of the quite ride.
"Pull over and we will put the top down." Trent motions to a side road.
I pull over and stop. "How does it come down?" I ask looking around.
Trent reaches over my head and pushes a button at the top of the windshield. I watch his thick long fingers as they go past my face and think how good they would feel inside of me. The top glides down and folds into the back seat.
"Wow that is easy!" I turn to watch the top disappear into the seat and as I turn I place my hand on his thigh. Seemingly innocently I slide my hand up his thigh wishing that it was the right thigh where his cock lays.
I look him in the eyes and smile. "It's a wonderful car. I just don't know if it's the car for me."
Trent gets a disappointed look on his face. "Well what is it you're not sure about?"