I zipped past you on my way into town, couldn't help but notice how tired you looked, hitchhiking in that hot Texas sun, knapsack on your back. I hadn't seen you around before, and though I briefly thought about picking you up, I remembered my mama always telling me to never pick up strangers, no matter how harmless they looked. I figured you had no idea that it was at least another four miles into town, and though this was the main road, it was not traveled all that much.
Here I was in my air conditioned Toyota pick-up, drinking a cold Bud, jamming to some Eagles tunes. It just didn't seem fair. I recalled the look of disappointment when I passed by you. You did look damn good in that tank top, those tanned arms looking so strong and able. Your Levi's fitting just snug enough to outline your firm ass. I had to be crazy to not check you out.
Trying to justify my reasons for wanting to go back and get you, I thought about the fencing I needed repaired around my ranch, the roof I needed patched. You looked like you could handle the job. Adding to that, I hadn't been laid in nearly two months and I was damn tired of doing it myself. I needed a warm body next to me, if only for a few days.
In town, I picked up my groceries, paid some bills. I decided that if I saw you again, on my way home, I would stop and offer you a cold beer. It was the least I could do. I was not happy to see you still waiting for a ride in the sweltering sun, yet something inside of me wouldn't let me drive by you again. The dust clouds rolled at the roads edge as I slowed my truck up beside you. You forced a tired smile my way.
"I saw you drive by earlier, how much further to town?" you asked.
My mind was racing with aroused thoughts and up close, you looked even better. You noticed me checking you out and commented that you looked a whole lot better after a shower. That was about all the invitation I needed.
"Hop in girlfriend, I've got just what you need."