The BMW that pulled in behind me at the gas station was definitely from out of town. This was a poor "hill billy" farming town and most people drove beat up old pickups like mine. The girl that came out of the truck, however, was so smoking hot, she might have as well been from another planet. She was about my age, in her mid-twenties. She was about five foot five and had a slamming body that was juicy and thick, but not fat. Her tits were about 34 DD and strained against her red t-shirt and her denim shorts barely covered her round ass. She was black but looked very exotic with her long black hair and cinnamon colored skin. She must have realized I was gaping at her instead of filling my tank and turned to smile at me. She had a beautiful face with big brown eyes, full lips and the cutest dimples.
I may be a wee bit biased because I love black chicks, but she was the hottest black chick I had ever seen. Most black girls looked at my brawny six foot four body, rugged, dirt covered face and knew that I was just a poor white ranch hand who didn't have the money to take them nowhere. I was surprised when she waved at me as she got back into her car. I finished filling my tank and decided to follow her car. I really had no idea why, but the thought that, maybe, somehow, possibly, I could get her telephone number was enough to urge me on.
Her car turned onto a familiar back road that was very secluded and almost never used. She did not seem familiar with the road as her car jerked sharply around the turns. There was a loud pop as her tire caught on a sharp branch and deflated. She came to a slow stop at the side of the road and got out, visibly upset. She kicked the deflated wheel with her pretty flip-flop clad foot.
This was my lucky chance. I parked my car and walked over to help her.
"Hi, I'm Luke. Seems you need some help," I said
"Hi, I'm Janet. Yeah, first of all, I think I made a wrong turn somewhere. I'm looking for McDougall Farm. I'm an accountant and I've been sent in the middle of nowhere to audit their books. I've never changed a tire before," she pouted. I was very aroused by her name. I had a poster of another Janet above my bed that came in handy on lonely nights. Now that I was face to face with her, I did see a slight resemblance.
"Maybe I can help you fix that tire. Also, this is the right road. It's about three miles from here. Nice clothes for an accountant?" I teased.
"The farm's been turned into a hotel. I'll change when I get there. Thanks so much for your help," she smiled. I all but skipped back to my pick-up truck to get the jack and other tools I needed to change her tire.