I was standing third in line ready to pick up my car from the Canadian Tire shop on a boring rainy Saturday afternoon close to closing time one August. Had had nothing much to do that day but run errands, and picking up my car was the last. Thought I had picked the perfect moment to walk the two blocks to the shop from my house when the rain stopped, yet just before I got to my destination I was caught in a sudden downpour. The old rough beaten jeans and random grey t-shirt I threw on were now soaked through, and I was standing there cold and muttering to myself about how slow the guy behind the counter was moving. All I wanted was to get my car, get home, get warm.
The relative silence of the store was suddenly broken by a woman's voice clearly annoyed with one of the employees. She was asking to get someone to install a new set of wipers she bought. The employee refused making up excuses: it was closing time, all mechanics left for the day, it was raining outside, etc. She kept begging and insisting she had to drive a long way to get back home to her husband and kids in Hamilton and could not do so in the heavy rain with one of her wipers broken.
"I would do ANYTHING for some help right now!" she suddenly blurted out as he walked away excusing himself.
Her outburst startled everyone in the lineup and we all turned. Being closest to her, she made eye contact with me first. Her face and expression was one of embarrassment, but also one of desperate need searching for help. She looked into my eyes for only a split second before taking notice of my ragged and wet appearance.
In sync I too took notice of what she was wearing. A white tank top with no hint of a bra held up ample breasts as they sat heavy in the thin tight material leaving very little to the imagination. Her chest was framed by a fancy looking brown suede jacket that looked like it would be impossible to close around those breasts. A red skirt hugged her curvy hips and ass and came down to almost above her knee with the rest of her legs tucked into almost knee high brown suede boots that complemented the suede jacket. In her late 30s or early 40s she had clearly been out somewhere that day and clearly had somehow avoided the rain as she was dry. Not big but not thin either she had an ample sexy figure that stirred the male hunger in me.
Her gaze quickly came back to mine and locked in looking deep into my eyes for more then would be a comfortable amount of time between strangers.
"If you wait until I'm done here, I can help you." I told her with a smile. I figured I was already wet if it started to rain and what man can resist not helping a hot made up little wife in need.
"OH thank you!..." she came bursting towards me so fast I thought for a second she was about to hug me. She did not, and instead told me to come find her and her black Jeep Grand Cherokee in the parking lot. She walked off but not before giving me one long glance with a smile just as she disappeared down an aisle.
I paid, found my car, saw hers parked far away in a corner of the nearly empty lot that late in the day, and made my way to her. She had taken off her jacket and was on the driver side slightly bent over the hood of her car struggling to tear the packaging apart on the new wipers. God her ass looked so hot in that red skirt. My cock almost stirred in my wet jeans wondering how hot it would be to grab a hold of her blond hair, push her down onto that wet hood and fuck her right there where she stood.