All characters and situations are fictional.
All characters are above the age of consent.
Any similarities with people or places are simply coincidental.
Alexa Bedoya was frustrated as she walked back to her car. The beautiful 19-year-old young woman was driving back to the Academy when her car broke down. Fortunately, she had parked in the shaded back parking area of this service station to use the bathroom when it happened.
The car wouldn't start yesterday, so she had someone jump start it. The same thing happened this morning, and she had a friend replace the battery with one she purchased, but it apparently wasn't that, because it was dead again.
Alexa called her dad, who guessed that the problem might be the starter or alternator. Her family lived six hours away, and it was already late afternoon on Sunday. If her dad were to drive up here there would be no way to make it before the auto parts stores closed.
She spoke with the attendant, a man in his twenties named Joe, who told her that the station mechanic was off on Sundays. He suggested finding someone to jump start the car and continue on her way, but her dad didn't want her to risk having the car die on the way if the problem was the alternator and not the starter. Joe said he could call the mechanic, but was doubtful that he could get the guy to come in.
He did say that he knew a couple guys who did mechanical work on the side, and perhaps he could reach one. Alexa was grateful, and returned to her car.
At least it was shady behind the station, so she could drink a coke and relax until getting an offer. If nothing else, her father was willing to have her car towed to Annapolis and have it repaired on Monday. That would be costly, but at least she would be back to school on time.
Alexa was just starting her second year at the Naval Academy. She had been accepted there thanks to her distinguished academic grades. She was also a star high school soccer player and had been accepted to the Academy's women's soccer team, though she wasn't a starter yet.
On the surface, Alexa had everything going for her. She was beautiful, standing 5'7" with short, curly black hair, almond shaped dark-brown eyes, a toned, sexy 34-b, 24, 34 body. She had definitely inherited her El Salvadoran mother's beauty.
The second of four kids, Alexa had an older sister who was in medical school. And a younger brother and sister. Her mother had immigrated to the USA with her parents when she was in elementary school. Alexa's father had been born here. His parents had met after both of them had moved to the United States.
Alexa was proud of her Hispanic heritage, but often resented when people just assumed that she was as an immigrant, when she was basically a second generation citizen.
Despite being an outstanding student, Alexa had a bit of a middle child syndrome, and had gone a little wild at times. Including partying and being a little too sexually promiscuous during her senior year of high school. But that never affected her grades. She had also been very cautious by always using protection, except for with her very first boyfriend. But a pregnancy scare when her period was late made her wake up and take more caution after that.
"Fucking car." She said, slapping the dash board in frustration. Technically, she was not supposed to have a car. You could own a car while attending the Academy, there just wasn't anyplace to park it. Only seniors could get parking permits for the academy parking lot. Some sophomore and juniors did own cars, but had to rent parking spaces from locals in the area, so it wasn't common practice.
But Alexa had a relative who lived near the Academy, and she agreed to let the girl park it at her house. That way Alexa could take an Uber there when she needed a vehicle, and Uber back to school when finished.
Alexa had left town to go visit some friends and see a concert on Saturday night. She spent the night and hung out during the day before heading back to school. But now she was stranded behind a service station trying to figure out the best way to get back so she didn't miss classes Monday morning.
Tyler Dobson had watched the young woman returning to her car, admiring her tanned, sexy legs and bubble butt that was revealed so well in her snug blue shorts. He had already noticed her firm, braless breasts protruding from her tight fitting tee-shirt.
The 46-year-old had been hanging out with a couple friends earlier that day. Tyler was married to his second wife, and was raising two stepsons. He had overheard part of Alexa's conversation with the attendant from a distance, and understood that she was stranded. Then he eavesdropped on the attendant's phone conversation after Alexa had exited the building.
He sat in his SUV, thinking about the sexy young woman. Then he decided to go see what she needed.
Alexa was sitting in the car when Tyler walked around back and approached her. She looked at the man, taking note of his worn jeans and his light blue work shirt that was partially unbuttoned. He had a slight beer gut, but was otherwise in decent shape for an older man.
She observed that he was close to six feet tall, with the start of male pattern baldness in his light brown hair. His clothing made Alexa believe that he might be one of the mechanics that the attendant had suggested.
"You here to look at my car?" She asked, hopefully, as she stepped out of the vehicle.
Tyler grinned, "Sure, I'll take a look. Can't promise anything though." Pointing into the car he said, "Pop the hood."
Alexa reached in and did so. Tyler raised the hood, latching it in place and told her to try to start the engine.
Tyler knew a little about cars. He was pretty good at minor engine repairs. He listened to the feeble whir and ticks and told her to stop. Since he had overheard her comments about the battery he said, "Yeah, I'd say starter most likely."
"Can you replace it?" She asked.
Tyler shook his head. "Not sure. It doesn't look that difficult to get at, but we need to get one here before the parts place closes. That's gonna cost you a couple hundred at least. That's just the part."
"I have a credit card." Alexa offered.
"That's good for the part. But what about my fee? I can't take a credit card."
Alexa frowned. She didn't know how much she had left in her checking account to draw out with her debit card. "How much?"
"Normally I'd charge $200 for labor. But this is Sunday afternoon, and I have things to do." Tyler couldn't believe that he was pursuing the twisted idea that was coming to his mind. But the more he looked at the sexy girl the more he wanted to do it.
"Tell you what," he began, "you're pretty hot. How about you pay for the part and I replace it by taking my fee out in trade?"
Alexa looked at the guy in confusion, "Trade what?" Then she realized what he meant. "Oh shit, you want me to fuck you?"
"Why not. I'd enjoy it and you would save a shit load of money."
"Oh my god, how old are you?"
"Forty-six." He replied, "How about you."
"Nineteen." Alexa answered.
"Forty-six. You're two years older than my dad. You can't expect me to fuck a man your age."
"Why not?" Tyler asked.
Alexa blushed. Tyler wasn't an ugly man, but there was no way that she considered him to be attractive. But she was desperate to get her car fixed.
"Where would we even do it at?" She asked.
Tyler looked around, then he looked at her back seat. "You have plenty of room in the back."
"Here, behind the station?" Alexa had never had sex in a public place like this. "Someone might see us."
Tyler shook his head, "Hell, I haven't seen a car come back here since we got here. This place is pretty dead. And it won't take that long."
"You have to wear a condom." Alexa couldn't believe that she had just said that. Was she actually considering this?
"I don't have one." Tyler said.
Alexa reached into the car and found her handbag. Looking through it she found the condom she had packed when leaving, just in case she happened to run across someone she would be willing to fuck over the weekend. "I have one."
"Okay then. Let's get undressed."
"I didn't say I would do it." Alexa objected.
"Sounds to me like you've already decided to do it." Tyler told her.
"You can fix my car?" She asked, seeking reassurance before agreeing to degrade herself like this.
"As long as we finish in time to call the parts place and get the starter." Tyler said, "But we better hurry."
Alexa opened the back door and climbed into the seat. Tyler followed her into the car.
Alexa was glad that she had lowered all the windows to keep it cooler, even so, she was feeling uncomfortable. But that had more to do with what she was about to do with this stranger than the weather.
Alexa was no stranger to sex. She had been with six partners, but all of them had been her age or a year older. And all of them had been attractive men in her eyes. This man was plain looking and old; at least old to her. He was older than her father after all.
Tyler told her to get undressed. Alexa did, and the man sat there, enjoying the view as she did so. Tyler gawked at her perfect B-cup tits, marveling at how they stayed perky and firm without a bra. Her brown nipples were long and hard. He had not seen tits like these in real life since he was in his twenties.