*pop*
The car lurched forward a slight bit. Nervous, I checked my GPS. I was still in the middle of nowhere.
*pop*
Another lurch. Great, I thought, what is wrong with my car? I hope I can make it to the next town before anything happens.
*sputter*
Smoke started pouring out of the front of the car. Great, I thought, looking outside as the rain poured down. I pulled over to the side of the road, putting on my hazard lights. Turning off the car, I checked my phone. No signal. Could this night get any worse?
I sat in my car for a while, playing a little on my phone, hoping a car would pass, see my car sitting here. Time passed, dragging on.
Lights appeared through my back window, a truck coming.
Quickly, I opened the door, jumping out of my car, waving my arms around to try to get his attention, getting thoroughly soaked in the process.
The truck slowed down, then stopped, just a little past my car. I rushed over as he got out.
"Are you ok?" He almost shouted, trying to be heard over the rain. His eyes flickered down, then shot back up to meet my gaze; turning slightly red. Looking down, I discovered what he was looking at. My blouse was pretty much see-through by this point. Bad day to go braless, I thought to myself. Could this day get any worse?
"My car broke down. It started making some popping noise, then suddenly smoke started coming from the front," I shouted back. "Can you give me a ride?"
His gaze shifted, trying to look at anything but me. I must have looked quite a sight yet he still seemed to find the one glimpse of me enough to turn this big, strong man into a shy, small boy.
"Yeah, I could do that," he said hesitantly. "Let me help you up, the cab is very high."
Shy he was, I thought to myself. His speech came out almost as stutters. I found it very adorable, especially coming from this big, strong man.
He went to the passenger's side, stepping up on the truck to reach the door, and opened it. Getting back down, he helped me up, putting his hands around my waist and lifting me almost effortlessly. Once I was in and seated, he reached up, closing the door behind me, before coming around and getting in the driver's seat.
Once inside, I started shivering slightly. He glanced over, taking a peek downward at my see through blouse, my nipples, hard because of the cold, pushing against the fabric, straining against it. The blouse clung to me, forming against my body, the rainwater pressing it up against my skin. Where it touched the skin, you could see exactly what lay underneath: My slightly tanned skin, the darker areas of my areolas. I guess there wasn't much to tantalize the imagination up top anyways.
My feelings were mixed. I didn't ask for him to see me like this, but at the same time, was a little aroused, and especially grateful he did not stare at me. Just the right amount of shyness, and none of the lust I would have expected to see in a man's eyes.
In the end, I settled on grateful, and just a little curious.
He spoke little on the drive, with me doing most of the talking. As my blouse started drying, he loosened up more. He was pleasant, but still did not speak much.
His answers to my questions were muted and subdued. He was married, with two kids. He owned his own truck, a couple in fact. I told him about my recent break-up, and he sympathized. It was a somewhat quiet, but not bad, journey. Riding in silence, I first noted the trucks vibration, humming through my body. I also noticed a sensation, creeping through me, as the vibrations slowly started turning me on. It had been a long time since I had been with someone.
We finally arrived at the nearest town. It was tiny, a motel, a gas station, a restaurant, a few houses, and the main street, which was the highway. Fortunately, the rain had stopped by the time we arrived, so I wasn't worried about my blouse.
He hopped out and came around to my side, opening the door. He again lifted me by the waist, setting me down in the dirt on the side of the road. He let go, and to my surprise, my footing unsure, I fell, right against his chest.
His arms wrapped around me, instinctively stopping me from falling on the ground, and he held me there for a short time, looking into my eyes as I looked into his before remembering that we were strangers, me someone he was giving a ride to. He quickly backed up a half a step, arms unwound, hands on my shoulders to steady me while barely touching me. Now, I was more intrigued, and wondered what would have happened if I had kissed him, my rescuer.
We entered the diner.
"Well, I guess I can leave you here. I'll grab a quick bite to eat, then head out," he said to me in more words than I had heard from him yet.
