"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Katie had just finished a long day at the office working on several high-profile client accounts. All she'd wanted was to go home and make a nice quiet meal with a good strong drink before hitting the sack to rest up for what would inevitably be an even more stressful day tomorrow. Now this. Her car shook and rattled violently, white steam billowed out from under the hood; and of course her cell phone was sitting, dead, on the front seat cushion. She pulled to the shoulder and let out a guttural scream. "FUCK MY ASS!!" Her hand slapped the rim of the steering wheel, slipped, and accidentally laid into the car horn. "Great," she thought. "Now every weirdo within twenty miles knows I'm here."
She lay her head down on the backs of her hands where they rested on the steering wheel, and took a moment to compose herself. She wasn't scared or helpless by any means; in fact she knew exactly what she had to do. The whole situation just irritated her so much, that she felt like simply letting loose and throwing a screaming fit before getting her shit together and taking care of the problem. Instead she took a few deep breaths, then lifted her head and got ready to deal with the situation.
She popped the hood lever, and stepped out of the car. Not that she knew much about cars, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to look under the hood. Maybe it was going to be a quick thing she could take care of; if not, she'd need to walk back to the gas station a few miles back. She propped up the hood and peered in. Nothing seemed obviously wrong with the car, no loose hoses or plugs ... so the fix wasn't going to be quick, and it was clearly beyond her mechanical skill level. As she peered into the engine compartment, the lights of a car shone down from a rise up over a hill. "Maybe they'll stop...." Nope, the car sped past her. "Awesome." Suddenly she heard the unmistakable sound of tires slowing to a halt on the gravel roadside. There had been two cars coming over the hill; she just hadn't seen the second car what with her car's hood obstructing the view and the blinding brightness of the blue lights of the first.
Jake had worked a long day, but overall it hadn't been bad. Most of his students had turned in their term papers, a good portion of which he'd already graded before finally leaving his office to head home. After all, he'd reasoned, why not stay late and grade them there? There was no one to go home to; no one relying on him. The internet speed at the University was far better than at home, so his porn didn't lag while uploading or buffer for an eternity in the middle of the fun. Overall, he'd spent a fairly pleasant evening. He'd let off some steam in his office earlier, but still felt randy. It had been a long time since he'd really enjoyed himself. The floozies at the bars were good for a quickie or sometimes a one-night stand, but he hadn't found a good pet since Naomi had moved away. Nothing compared to the thrill of bending a strong woman to his will; having her completely submit to him, begging for his command. That control, that power, was intoxicating; and tonight he longed for it.
As he drove he tuned the radio to a nondescript show. The host's patter was nothing special, but at least the music was decent. The car in front of him suddenly slowed. "What the fuck, buddy?" At the top of the rise he saw the reason: there was a car stopped on the shoulder, smoke emanating from the propped hood, a light on in the cabin. The car ahead sped away; apparently this stranded person wasn't worth their time. "Asshole," he thought. While he wasn't especially handy or good with cars, his own worked. So at the very least he could offer a ride to the gas station he'd just passed. Good karma and all that nonsense.... He slowed and pulled off the the road, tires grinding along the gravel shoulder until he came to a stop.
He opened his car door and stepped out onto the asphalt. Confidently, he walked over to the broken car. "Hey buddy. Need a hand...?" Just at that moment he caught a glimpse of her. She was tall, about 5'8", athletic. Her magnificent breasts, perfect and firm, swayed as she bent over the engine, her cleavage peeking out from the top of her blouse. A quarter-sleeve tattoo on her left arm peeked out too. "She must like pain," he found himself thinking. On the other hand, clearly she was a businesswoman. Her blouse was tucked neatly into a dark, knee-length pencil skirt, her long perfectly toned legs stretched beneath. She exuded confidence and professionalism ... except for her shoes and hair. On her feet were neon green running shoes with no socks. Long strands of dark wavy hair came loose from her neat up-do and fell gently around her face, then down to trace around her perfect cleavage.
The woman looked up at him from her position bent over the engine, then slowly straightened and closed the hood. The sharpness of her blue-eyed stare seemed to cut into him as she wiped her hands lightly along the sides of her skirt and answered with a confident, playful little smile. "Buddy?"
Katie looked calculatingly at this man who'd pulled over to offer help to a stranger. She felt instant attraction, not only because of his kind action but because he was hot. Really fucking sexy. He stood about six inches taller than her, well built with broad shoulders and a wide chest. Not at all like the awkward tall guys with whom she worked, the ones with lanky hair, slender arms, and almost concave bodies. No, here was a man. A solid, muscular, tanned man ... easily eight years her senior. She felt a twinge of excitement zing through her body, a trickle of fluid moistening her slit. She took a step toward him and placed her hand on the hood of her car, strategically positioning her arm to make her blouse gape open further, watching his face. Standing this close, she noted his distinguished appearance: an intellectual Adonis. His vibrant green eyes looked her over; his strong jaw flexed as he did so, working to control the sudden intense desire to be completely socially inappropriate.
"Holy gods, she's fine," Jake thought to himself, gazing at her as she advanced and addressed him, then stood before him posing alluringly.
"Sorry ma'am, I thought you were ... well I didn't think I was addressing such a beautiful woman." Shit! That was so cheesy, his self-confidence almost gave way to self-doubt given his unexpected poor choice of words. This stunning, confident woman was making him lose his wits. This had never happened to him, not since Naomi. He felt his substantial cock throb in his jeans.
"I'm Jake, by the way. Is there anything I can do to help?" He smiled, mustering his trademark casual confidence,
and saw her smile brightly in return. He wanted to know her.
"I'm Katie, and yes I could really use a lift to the gas station up the road."
"Sure thing, beautiful."
Katie grabbed her purse and dead cell phone from the front seat, walked along the shoulder, and slid into the passenger seat of Jake's Mazda. They drove back to the gas station, exchanging pleasantries. She told Jake about her job as a marketing executive in the city, and he told her about his job as a professor of medieval history and martial arts at the university. She talked about the craziness of her day and laughed a little, thinking back and confiding about how all she'd wanted to do was relax for a bit. He told her about the god-awful writing his students had submitted and even quoted a couple of notably bad phrases used. By the time they had reached the gas station, Katie's stress had melted away. She found herself laughing and enjoying Jake's company. Not only had he lent a much-appreciated hand in the middle of the night, but he'd also solved her stress problem. As Jake pulled into the gas station, he felt her put a hand on his thigh.
"I will only be a minute. Do you think you could wait with me until the tow-truck gets here?"
