Samara was on her way home from a business meeting and had been sitting in traffic for a good two hours, the turned down a secluded back road, when her car decided that it needed a nap and died on her. She had already had a frustrating day, her secretary forgot to fax some important documents, she had spilled hazelnut flavored iced coffee down her white blouse and two serious investors decided to pull out of the company. Now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere with rain pouring from the sky, daring her to get out and pop the hood, not a cigarette in site, and her cell phone hadn't had reception for miles. She leaned back into her seat cussed at the clouds for a moment and not so vigorously opened the car door to step out into what she considered a mini tsunami.
She looked under the hood, but it was worse than a foreign language, the only thing she knew about cars was that the gas you put in them can consume your life savings, and by now she was soaked to boot. Right when she had given up all hope, a black Durango pulled up behind her and when the man stepped out of the car, her heart fluttered. He was tall, with creamy brown skin, neatly trimmed jet black hair, and had a small tuft of hair on his chin. He wore a sexy yellow polo shirt and khakis colored jeans, both complementing his tawny skin. Casually dressed, but appealed to all of her senses.
He laughed at her and walked over. "I could fix your car, but I'd rather give you a ride, you're kind of cute when you're bent out of shape."
She rolled her eyes and started to get in the car and he grabbed her arm and turned her toward him. "You know I could be the only person that comes down this road today, and you don't want to be stuck here over night do you? And besides, I'm a really nice guy."
Her mind told her it was dumb for her to get into a car with a complete stranger, with no witnesses around, but he heart was still fluttering about inside her chest. She was eager to get to know him, and agreed to let him take her to the nearest gas station to call for a tow truck. He thought she was absolutely beautiful. She was fair skinned, with very sensuous slate-colored eyes, and her long brown hair hung down around her face and down her back and curled at the ends, with little droplets of water hanging on to each strand. She was neatly dressed in a black skirt heels and a white shirt, and bigger earrings than most women could ever pull off. Her shirt was transparent and hugging her breasts tightly, and her nipples were hard as rocks, he could see her bra lining the indention of her back and he was immediately aroused at the thought of unfastening it. Her skirt came to the middle of her thighs, and clung to her hips with a small pleat in the side, and hiked up a little in the back with every step she took. She had very beautiful thighs and he wanted badly to squeeze them in his hands. Her high heels added to the effect and her earrings were probably knock offs from India, but they looked sexy peaking out through her tangled hair. He thought she was perfect.
He started up the car and cut the heater on so she would thaw out a bit, or at least hoped she would get so hot that she would have to un-button her shirt a little. He had no intentions of sleeping with her, but he sure did fantasize.
She gazed out the window wondering what she had gotten herself into, patiently watching the rain trickle down the glass, and smiled. Maybe she did need a little excitement in her life, would it be so bad to seduce him? She looked over at him and saw that he was looking at her thighs, so she hiked her skirt up a tiny bit to reveal more skin. She was still wet and he found it to be insanely sexy.
"Thank you for the ride." She said
