He had been driving forever it seemed. Now every sign post and group of buildings looked the same in the dim illumination of the car's headlights. How he could have gotten so lost was beyond him. The dreary roads became very ominous once the fuel light started flashing several minutes before. Unfortunately, the last gas station had been passed quite a while before he had noticed how low he was on gas.
The car, as expected, started to stall and finally came to a stop. With a sigh he locked the vehicle and started out on foot down the dark road. About an hour passed until, finally, lights could be seen up ahead. As he neared the building a lone figure stood at the doorway. The person was hard to make out but their actions were clear; they were locking the doors to a convenience store. He picked up his pace and approached the figure.
She turned abruptly, startled by his quick pace.
"I'm not some psycho; I just had car trouble and I need gasoline," he quickly explained. The woman looked at him, still shaken and a bit nervous.
"I don't mean to be rude but you can't be too careful these days."
"Fully understandable," he replied. "Honestly, I'm far from home, I have no one to call, and my rented car ran out of gas a few miles back."
The woman looked him over. He seemed sincere and she was attracted to him by his situation. He was several years younger then her, which added to her desire. He seemed like a nice young man asking for her guidance and it turned her on. She held her keychain with her mace tightly in her left hand, just in case.
"Well, as you can see, there is no gas here, but I have a gas can at my house," she offered.
"I would really appreciate it. I'm in quite a bind and I will repay you for your help."
"I'm sure you will," she said confidently.
They walked to her car and she activated the automatic locks. They both stepped in and drove off. As they sat and made polite small talk he was able to really look at his rescuer. She was a bit older then him and he imagined her beauty had only grown with age. Her frame was small and her body seemed to that of a woman many years younger. She wore a rather short pleated skirt that hiked up a bit in the driver's seat, revealing her soft, supple legs. Her feet were cover in a pair of calf high boots; a look he really liked. Her shirt was low-cut and accentuated her small, supple breasts. She had a very natural sexuality and he found himself unable to look away from her. Her short hair played against her pretty face as she talked and her full lips were ruby red.
She noticed his glances and knew that he was trying to look at her without being too obvious. She was feeling so attracted to this stranger she thought she would be bold, and take a chance.
"So you seem to like what you see," she coyly remarked.
"Oh. Um… Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. But, yes, I find you very attractive," he stammered.
"What is your name?" she asked.
"Chris. Yours?"
"Hi Chris. I’m Cindy," she responded.
"Well, Cindy, are you married?"
What a question! She knew where this might lead. And she was hoping it would go there. She lost her husband 2 years ago in an auto accident. She took the life insurance money and purchased the convenience store. She had been running it ever since. She liked being an independent business woman, but it was lonely. There had been no men in her life since she lost her husband. Oh, she tried the dating scene, but they all wanted one of two things; her body or her money. What she wanted and needed was a friend who appreciated her for who she was.
But, since that was an impossible find, she was considering one other option. Here was an attractive young man, "just passing through". What would it be like to have hot, passionate sex with a stranger, knowing you would never see one another again? No strings, just great physical satisfaction.
The notion began to build steam in her mind. All this was rushing through her head as she answered his question.
"Widowed. You?"
