"What a beautiful sight!"
Molly Ingles immediately hit the brakes on the tow-truck she was driving to make certain that what she thought she saw she was really seeing!
Yes, there up ahead on the lonely stretch of highway here in rural Nevada was a car parked on the side of the road with its hood up --- nothing particularly beautiful about that --- but check out the hot GIRL leaning over and staring down at her engine!
"She doesn't look a day over twenty," thought Molly. "And check out that tiny red dress she's got on!" The girl was a stunner, with short blonde hair, a slender build, and legs as long as, well, as long as the day is long out here in the west! And while the girl's face appeared distraught regarding her current predicament, there was no denying that this was a rare beauty to be out here alone, and so far from help. "It's a good thing I got here first!"
As Molly eased her truck into the space immediately behind where the girl's car had come to rest off the side of the road, the object of her interest became aware of her arrival.
"Oh thank God," she exclaimed, jumping down off of her car's front bumper and approaching Molly. "A tow truck --- I'm saved!"
"What seems to be the problem, sweetie?"
"Oh, you're a woman! I thought you were a man!" Then she quickly corrected herself. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that the way it sounded."
Molly smiled. In the shapeless khaki work clothes and matching hat she wore with 'Igles Tire & Auto' printed on it, it was an easy mistake to make.
"Not a problem, sweet cheeks!"
55-year old Molly Ingles had been raised on the west coast, but after her divorce twenty years earlier she had moved out here to quiet, largely empty Canaris County, mostly to get away from all the hustle & bustle of big city life, and after a few years of this quiet desert solitude she had opted to make it permanent. It suited her. Middle age had left her slightly on the stout side, but still healthy and in great overall physical shape. She'd also grown used to wearing a somewhat butchy-looking haircut that she would have been the first to admit made her look like a stereotypical lesbian - but what of it? The truth is, she'd grown increasingly fond of eyeing pretty women in recent years, so much so that she'd even gone so far as to make one or two forays to Sheri's Ranch and another legal brothel here in Nevada where an older woman like herself could spend some quality time enjoying the lovely pleasures offered by pretty young women, all for a couple hundred bucks, and with no emotional strings attached.
To pass her time, Molly had purchased a small, going-out-of-business garage, as making a profit wasn't really all that important right now - she had a sizeable savings & investment portfolio to fall back on, but for some strange reason she still enjoyed working on cars, something dating back to her youth when her father had operated an auto repair shop near Bakersfield.
The profits of her one-woman business were miniscule, but she loved all of the free time it gave her to read and paint and occasionally even tinker with old cars! What little money her business earned barely paid even the utility bill, but that was enough - she was happy here.
But right now, all of that idyllic hum-drum existence was being quickly pushed to the back of her mind as she listened to what this beautiful, hot-young-blonde-in-distress had to say.
"...and so then I see this little red-light come on, flashing on & off, telling me that my engine is too hot and right about then I can also see the steam coming out from under the hood and so I pulled over and had opened the hood and was looking inside when you got here, and I'm so glad you did because I really can't get any signal out here on my i-phone... it's like we're in the middle of nowhere!"
"Calm down, everything's going to be just fine..." the older woman cooed. "Let's take a closer look, shall we?"
The girl immediately returned to her car and hopped back up onto her front bumper so that she could point out the trouble spots to Molly. She had on a tight little red mini-skirt far better suited to the nightlife in Vegas that out here in the wilds of the Nevada desert.
"The steam isn't leaking out right now, but it was pouring out of there and there," she remarked, excitedly pointing at her engine. But all that Molly was noticing right now were the lovely curves of the girl's gorgeous ass bending over as she leaned out further over her engine block.
"Show me again," Molly asked, very gently placing her right hand on the pretty girl's lower back, and then very slowly sliding it down across the thin red fabric covering the girl's beautifully-shaped derriere.
"I'm sure if I start my car up again you'll be able to see where the problem is," the girl offered, seemingly unaware of Molly's hand lightly cupping her ass.
"It sounds to me like a ruptured radiator line," the older woman replied, her hand still resting comfortably on the pretty blonde's rump. "But I'll probably have the take it back to my shop and check it out, you know, just to make absolutely certain."
"I guess so," the girl agreed, somewhat glumly. "I just hope it's not going to be too expensive." Molly's hand began slowly sliding off of the girl's curvy behind as she then helped her down off of her bumper.
"Don't worry," she assured the girl. "I'll have you back on the highway in no time at all. And I promise it won't be as bad as you think." She patted the girl's butt affectionately before then hooking up her car to the back of her truck.
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"So... what's your name and story, honey?" The two women were now riding together in Molly's tow-truck cab, with Erin's car pulled behind them on its way to the shop.
"I'm Erin... Erin O'Neal... I'm a sophomore at U.C.L.A., and I was visiting Las Vegas with three of my girlfriends, you know, just for the weekend... having a little fun... anyway, we all left our hotel this morning, but I needed to make a detour to Pahrump before heading back... I'm applying for a summer job there... anyway, not half an hour after I get back on the road, this happens!"
"And how old are you Erin?"
"Nineteen. I'll be twenty in June."
"So it's not like this summer job you're applying for has anything to do with the sex trade or you working in a brothel?"
The girl laughed, a musical laugh, perfectly fitting her bubbly, light-hearted personality!
"No, ma'am, nothing at all like that," she giggled, showing off her dazzling white smile. "It's a media relations summer internship... I'm sure if I was going to work topless I'd stay in Vegas... I don't think they even have a strip-club in Pahrump." She giggled again.
"Well, even if they did, I'm pretty sure you'd have to be twenty-one to work there," the older woman added. "But you're already more-than-pretty enough, and you've certainly got the kind of smoking hot body that those horny guys all love," she observed with a smile, patting the girl just above her knee.
"Thank you, ma'am," Erin responded, blushing slightly.
Molly's hand remained on her knee for just a couple of extra seconds before then slowly sliding off.
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The girl tried talking & texting on her cellphone while Molly eased the car into her garage for closer inspection, and she soon discovered the culprit, a cracked fluid line connecting the pump with the radiator.
"We're talking about sixty bucks for parts, with an additional sixty bucks for the labor," she later explained to the girl. "Think you can handle that?"
"I guess so... when do you suppose it'll be ready?"
"Well, that all depends on how quickly I get the part. It's got to be special-ordered, you see. It could be here within a couple of hours, or it's entirely possible that it might not arrive until sometime tomorrow morning. We're kind of off-the-beaten-path out here, you know?"
"Tomorrow morning?" the girl lamented. "Geez, I hope it's not that late."
"Why? You got a big test back at school, or something?"
