Understanding an automobile is low on my priority list.
I'd been on my way home from a short trip and was perhaps forty-five minutes from home when my car quit. I was on the freeway and that made things worse even though I managed to coast to the shoulder before I stopped.
My car was less than a year old and was still on warranty. I'd been told by the salesman that I had free towing service if anything happened and if the agency was closed I could just call anyone and have the car towed up to two hundred miles. I would have to pay the people that towed me but as long as I had a receipt I'd be immediately reimbursed. Also, because the car was under warranty the cost of repair wouldn't be charged against me. The agency preferred if possible that I have the car towed to their place or to my own and if it was at home they'd come get it.
My battery was fine and the car had almost a full tank of gas so I didn't know what to do except get on the phone and call for a tow. Fortunately the car had a phone built in and even the people at the phone company could do something called a diagnostic right over the phone.
I called and waited for an answer. The operator told me the diagnostic showed everything was okay and that I'd have to take it to a dealer. I asked for a tow and they told me a tow truck would be to me in less than thirty minutes then I began to feel better.
My divorce had been settled five years earlier and I'd only had two dates in that five years. I was due for some attention and because I'm forty-seven it isn't easy to get dates, or at least not where I live.
I'm five three tall and one sixty-five in weight. I don't think the weight makes me look fat but perhaps I'm a bit matronly now. I'd worn a brief skirt in the heat and a cute blouse I like. I'd unbuttoned it from the top to let some air in while I drove. I'd passed a lot of truckers and a few caught up with me and would stare and then honk their horn. Twice I'd been tempted to flash them but I hadn't.
I was still thinking about my situation when a tow truck pulled past me and then slowly backed up into position.
I was instantly awake when the driver got out. He had dark wavy hair and stood about six three. He wore western boots and large western-style buckle on his belt. He also wore a short sleeved shirt that had each sleeve rolled up tight and they accented his build. He was shaped the way every man I'd ever wanted was shaped and wore Levi's with the tightest full bulge showing as he stared through my window. He smiled and spoke.
His voice too was deep and throaty. He was everything I'd need to end my trip I thought and here I was an old lady. I inched my skirt up well above my knees and nearly showed what was under.
He had me slip out of the car as soon as the traffic was clear and walked me over to the side of the road. As I'd left the car instead of swinging both legs out like a lady I deliberately extended them one at a time making certain that lots of thigh showed and his eyes seemed to appreciate it.
He got in my car and tried to start it after checking the gauges and then he released the hood, got out and looked in to see if anything was obvious. It wasn't but our eyes kept meeting and I could tell he was enjoying looking at me everywhere. I had that warm feeling you get when you're appreciated and sexually attracted. His bulge seemed to have doubled in size while he was under the hood and had looked up at me.
When he walked back to me I explained that I'd used the phone before asking for a tow and the operator had run the remote diagnostic and found nothing wrong.
He smiled and said he could see nothing either and would have to tow me. He asked if I wanted to wait for someone to pick me up or if I'd ride with him.
Even if I'd had someone coming I'd have rode anywhere first with him.
I stood to the side as he tilted the bed of the truck then fastened a cable to my car and winched it up onto the truck before tilting the bed flat again. Next he put things he called chocks behind each wheel and then used heavy straps to keep the car in position as he drove.
When everything was ready he told me I could get into his truck then but when I tried the first step was almost to my waist. I raised my leg as high as possible and it gave him a show that I could tell he'd remember but I still couldn't reach the first step.
He laughed, walked over and took me by the waist then put me on the step. His hands felt good and he was as strong as any man I'd ever known. His dark eyes and brows from where he stood were opened wide as he studied me from below.
The last step was far shorter and I managed it but with him still watching I once again made certain each leg raised my skirt. As I glanced under my arm his smile told me he was appreciating it.
When I was in he closed the door, walked around and climbed in behind the wheel. I had slid my skirt up under me as he had walked and even though the skirt front was at my knees I knew that any movement by me would cause the front to inch up. He looked at me and asked where I wanted to go and I gave him my address although I really wanted to say to the nearest motel with him. He filled out a form and had me sign it with my name, address and phone number.
Finally he asked me to fasten my seat belt and I pretended to have trouble stretching the belt and fastening it. He leaned far over and took the belt. His head was almost in nursing position in front of me and his head was turned upward as he smiled. His cheek managed to brush past my nipples as he straightened and then fastened my belt.
He laughed and welcomed me to his custom delivery service. That made me laugh and as he started the truck he told me I had a great smile.
I waited until we were into traffic and at speed before I asked if that was all I had. For a moment he didn't understand but then he laughed again with the greatest smile and told me that "Hell no!" and that I looked great.
