She stood nearly 6 feet tall in the heels that were now painfully uncomfortable on her size 7 feet. It felt close to 100 degrees on the thin patch of dirt where her new car sat lifeless and stranded. She had let 'HIM' talk her into taking a shortcut for the last time. Sweat now glistened off her bronze skin as she tried again and again to get her phone to pick up a signal. Nothing... She had been in the heat too long, was starting to get dizzy. She needed to call 'Him'
Fuck the phone.. and fuck 'HIM'...
Dust clouds shadowed the approaching car. A tall man with broad shoulders drove past her slowly in an older station wagon. His eyes fixed on her long legs shown off so well by the short knit skirt. Her body was perfectly curved through her hips, slimming at the waist, curving again to her breasts. She wore a white cotton spaghetti strapped number that gave an amazing view. Had there been anyone else on the road he might have crashed. Had he seen the scowl on her lips he might have sped up and not looked back. He didn't. He was mezmerized by her figure.
As he pulled past her and stopped she ran up to his window. 'Can you give me a lift into town, sir?'
He was feeling frisky. 'Show me your tits and I'll drive you anywhere'
'Fuck You!' she growled.
He put the car into gear and waved.
She stretched her top down over her breasts. His mouth began to water, his eyes fixed on her large, dark nipples. They were hard, and pointed straight toward him. Full, round breasts with a natural cleavage... He grinned and unlocked the door.
The chill of cold air struck her, nipples now more visible through the fabric of her top. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, glad to be out of the heat.
'How much further into town' she asked softly.
'Oh, not more than half an hour' he replied.
'Mr. Moss' he spoke, extending a hand to her.
She gave her hand to him withouth thinking and purred 'my name is Kimmy'
Something about his smile, his calm deep voice, his confidence. She trusted him, she felt strangely safe. His hand was huge on hers, firm but warm with smooth skin. He held his grip for longer than she liked, his thumb rubbing over the back of her hand. He must have been half a foot taller than her, built like a lumberjack. She was at his mercy if he meant to do her harm.
He reached for the nearly full bottle of water in the cupholder near the dashboard. It was frosted and obviously very cold. He gestured to her, eyebrows raised in a silent offering. She smiled, and reached for the water.
'This is expensive water. How will you pay?'
The smile faded... She held her tongue, folded her arms together under her breasts and sighed.
'You mave have a sip for a kiss. A drink for a touch.'
Her hand grasped the bottle as she leaned and kissed him on the neck. It was a short kiss, but he felt her full lips for minutes afterward. She took the bottle and quenched herself.
'That was a drink, not a sip'
He cupped the back of her neck with his hand and pulled her across the seat. She gasped but could not breath. His breath went to her neck as he growled into her ear. 'You owe me a touch, don't you?'
'Yes, Mr Moss'
She guided his hand off her neck and to her breasts. Baring them with her free hand so that he could feel her nipples. His touch was firm, taking each nipple between his thumb and fingertips and applying sharp fingernail pinches. She held back the moan and bit her bottom lip hard. His grip was so strong, yet his touch so pleasing.
