Disclaimer: The following story is an entirely fictional work based on fictional characters for adult entertainment. It includes details of no real people or events.
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The sign along I-80 read fifty miles to Joliet, which meant there were only eight hundred and thirty more miles to go before reaching Jersey. Ashley had wanted to see her parents over the holidays and he knew that the trip would be long and boring. Jason had a fear of flying, which meant this extensive car ride was his own doing. He and Ashley had been dating on and off for a few years and had just recently started taking things more seriously. She had asked him to meet her parents over the holidays and he had reluctantly obliged. He was not the type of guy that wanted to spend his time off in a cozy, family setting. However, several blowjobs later, he was driving down an empty highway at two in the morning.
He looked over at Ashley and couldn't help but admire her sleeping figure curled up in the passenger's seat. Her golden hair glistened in the light of oncoming headlights, and was matched only in luster by the shimmering of her gloss coated lips. He was proud of her beautiful looks and he felt lucky to have her to himself. Reaching out, he ran the tips of his fingers over her warm face.
Jason remembered the first time they had met. They were both in college, taking a course on modern art. Ashley was painting some kind of conglomeration of nude bodies and parts, when Jason had noticed her gleaming blue eyes over the canvas of his own project. He immediately commented on the awkwardness of her work, but it sparked a discussion that led to coffee. By the end of the night, they were half nude in the backseat of his car, lusting for more.
From then on, Ashley was in Jason's life. They dated and broke up several times, always getting in ridiculous fights over inane things. The sex was what always brought them back together. Jason knew how to please Ashley in every way and she submitted to all of his desires. Jason was incredibly controlling and could make her do anything he wanted. She did many things with Jason that she would never have even thought of doing with her previous boyfriends. He was constantly coming up with ways to provoke and incite her sexuality. While in their apartment, Ashley was not allowed to wear pants or panties. She was only permitted to wear thongs or go nude when roaming through their small living space. She cleaned, cooked, and studied wearing nothing below the waist. At first, she had disagreed and thought Jason was making a joke. It came as quite a shock when Ashley found out that Jason had taken all of her pants and regular panties to a hidden lockbox. She was furious at first, but when left without options, she learned to deal with it. After all, Jason found it pleasing to have her prance around their abode with a bare ass. Perfectly round and full, it accentuated her shape and made her look damn good in a lacey black thong. Jason had told Ashley that it was his favorite part of her body.
Jason leaned back in his seat and let the memories flow through his mind. However, they were quickly interrupted by an unidentifiable sound coming from the engine.
"What the hell?" Jason thought as the startling sound clanked from his vehicle. He was still in control of the car, but he noticed that all of the dashboard lights were out and that the vehicle was gradually slowing. He pushed up on his blinker and swerved quickly to the shoulder of the road. The car had been traveling at seventy miles per hour, but was now moving at about twenty. It rolled along the roadside for a few seconds, and then came to a complete stop. Adrenaline was rushing through Jason's head, but the whole event hadn't even roused Ashley. She lay there, still sleeping.
Jason wasn't sure what to do, having no knowledge of how cars work or ever what was wrong. He tried to start the car several times, but there was no response; just a slight whirring sound when he attempted to turn the key. It was a cold Illinois night, but Jason knew he had to try something. He bundled up in his coat and exited the car. He raised the hood and looked down at many different mechanical parts that were absolutely foreign to him. He had no clue where to even start. Jason looked up at the sky and could feel the chilled air freezing his face. What were they going to do?
Jason looked off in the distance and could see headlights rushing in his direction. Should he try to flag them down? Without thinking, Jason frantically began to jump, his hands raised and waving. It was a large eighteen wheeler plowing over the asphalt at a maddening pace. Jason heard the screeching of brakes as the gigantic machine attempted to slow. The sound was deafening and stirred Ashley from her slumber. The semi stopped roughly thirty feet from their car and pulled off onto the shoulder. A large man stepped out of the truck and Jason grew nervous.
"What's the problem?" the man yelled from the darkness. His features were indistinguishable due to the lack of light.
"We're stuck out here on the highway and I'm not sure what's wrong," Jason replied with a bit of tension in his voice.
"Well let's have a look," the man hollered back. A bright light illuminated from the trucker's hand and his face became visible. He looked to be in his early thirties, with a bald head and a thick goatee. The trucker approached the car and fiddled with a few things under the hood. He checked the oil and other fluids. He asked Jason to try to start the car and when the trucker heard the whirring sound, a grin formed on his face.
"I'm going to back the truck up. All you need is a jump," the trucker explained. He backed the truck close to Jason's car and pulled a set of jumper cables from a small compartment on the side of his rig. He matched the negative with the negative and the positive with the positive. The trucker then asked Jason to start the car. With a loud spark, the engine came alive. The trucker removed the cables and pushed down the hood. It was then that he saw the pretty girl staring attentively from the passenger's seat.
All of the commotion had awakened Ashley and she was still dazed, trying to catch up with all she had missed. At first she was frightened, but then she saw that Jason was getting help and felt slightly better. When the trucker replaced the hood, he couldn't help but gaze into Ashley's blue eyes. The light from the small lantern was enough for him to make out her lean body and appealing facial features. The lantern light blinded Ashley and she raised her hand to shield her eyes.
"Thank you so much," Jason said to the trucker as he extended his hand in gratitude.
"No problem," the trucker responded. "However, I'm going to need some type of compensation for what I did here." Jason dug in his back pocket for his wallet, knowing that he had no cash on his person.
"I don't have any money," Jason answered nervously. He prayed that the trucker wouldn't decide to beat the shit out of him.
"I just lost thirty minutes on my route," the trucker angrily explained. "Now I'll be over my road time when I reach the next weigh station, which means I'll have to break for six hours. You understand?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't know that you..." Jason stuttered.
"I'll tell you what. I noticed that you have a fine seat cover inside there. How about you let me take her up into my cab for a good show, then I'll let you folks be on your way?" the trucker inquired with a sly grin.
