****All characters are 18 years old or older****
My jet-black curls bounce in the humid Florida heat. The crappy pre-owned Toyota I was driving gave out at the most inconvenient time. Being stranded in the middle of nowhere isn't exactly how I like to spend my Friday evenings. After about an hour of trying to get signal, I gave up on the prospect of calling AAA. The only option I had left was hitchhiking. Hesitantly I went on my way down the single-lane road surrounded by acres of farmland.
Wearing shorts and a cropped tank top, the cool summer breeze flows over my skin, despite the beaming hot sun. I don't know how far I've walked, but my feet begin to grow sore. Just as I contemplate taking a break, a red pickup truck pulls over in front of me. It's the only vehicle I've seen in a long time, so I take my chance.
My heart races as I approach the stranger, I'm a friendly person, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated. I'm in North Florida after all, it's the most backwoods part of the state. If I wasn't in this desperate situation, I would never be this trusting.
"Um Hello," I awkwardly smile once I reach his window. Behind the wheel is a tatted-up bald white man with a long beard. He looks to be in his early thirties. Contrary to all the stereotypes, he has all his teeth and looks decently hygienic.
"Where ya headed, girl?" he says in a thick Southern accent.
"To the nearest town. I just need to get a signal to call a tow truck," I explain the current predicament I find myself in.
"We're about thirty miles out. I can take you if you want," he offers without giving it a second thought.
"Oh my god, thank you!" I breathe a sigh of relief. I can finally, see the light at the end of the tunnel.
"Then go ahead and get in the passenger seat," he says as he hits unlock.
I happily prance to the other side of the vehicle and hop into the stranger's truck. My nose is immediately met with the strong odor of cigarettes and scattered trash. He's not the tidiest man in the world, but he's helpful.
"My name is Danny by the way" he introduces himself as he drives off.
"I'm Katrina," I say while clicking on my seatbelt. Being that his car is so outdated, The man messes with the CD player, trying to find the best song to pass the time.
"So what brings you out this way?" he asks.
"I was riding out to Atlanta to see my family. The GPS took me the long way I guess" I chuckle to myself, feeling like a total idiot.
"Sure did. You definitely could've avoided all the back roads. You know you're lucky I was the one that found you. You can't trust most people these days." Danny rambles on, but I'm too distracted by his muscular arms to pay attention.
In between my legs, a wet spot soaks my panties. His sexy country charm and charisma make me melt. If only he could hear my thoughts, he would know how turned-on I am. The fear I once felt completely vanishes now I crave every inch of him.
"I see you looking at my ink. It's a goddamn masterpiece ain't it? It took a shit ton of sessions, but it's worth it." Danny takes his eyes off the road for a quick moment.
