A Different Kind of Vacation (closed for ArcticAvenue)

[LissomeYen]

"Dooon't stop, belieeevin'! Hold on to that feeee--" Audrey's poor imitation of Journey stopped abruptly when the headlights in her car flickered off, along with the music and...everything, really. Alarmed when she pressed the gas pedal and the car wouldn't respond, the young woman quickly cruised to the side of the dark, lonely road, bumping along the grass and coming to a stop. She pulled up the car's parking break and then turned the ignition over and over again and with a growing amount of anxiety and frustration when the motor wouldn't start.

Audrey wasn't an expert in cars by any means, but she had a feeling that her Isuzu was completely dead.

She clasped her face in her hands for a moment, letting out a little moan. This was probably the worst scenario. She would have called someone for help but her phone had died a few hours ago and she had forgotten, like always, to pack her phone charger. Walking to a pay phone wasn't an option--she had chosen to take a backroad for the scenery.

That only left one option.

Audrey exited the car and leaned against the door, shivering a little in the cool evening air. She had chosen to wear yoga pants and a pink tank top with no bra--her perky breasts didn't really need one, and it was more comfortable. However, this didn't exactly protect her from the elements.

Crossing her arms over her chest and occasionally running a hand through her long brown hair to keep her wispy bangs out of her eyes, the 20 year old waited for someone to drive by.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

The old pick-up bucked over the bumps in the road, as the familiar sound of rocks banged around the wheel well. In the back were a few burlap sacks, on the floor some greasy tools, in his lap a mega can of beer. After Chili & Cornbread at the tavern, he was ready to head on home. The sun wasn’t down yet, but he was in no hurry. Just returning to his farm for the night, nothing there waiting but a half-blind dumbass dog that his wife left him with years ago. He kept himself clean-shaven, but his salt & pepper hair and rings around his eyes from years of hard work and hard drink couldn’t hide that he stumbled into his 40th year this spring.

He grew up here, knew each road like the back of his hand, and shifted with each bump and jerk. He took the scenic route, the one that heads out past that place where them city folk go by, simply because he had a lot left in his beer. Going over one nasty patch of bumps, he saw ahead of him a car in the grass.

By the look of it, the thing was having a bit of trouble. Hood up, door open, and someone moving around there. He slowed to pass it, intending to drive on, but something caught his eye. A pink something. A pink something up top, and a little flash of something below. Good enough something on a first glance to step out and take a look.

She was a pretty little thing, definitely not from around here. He stood nearly half a foot taller than she, and his callused farmer hands could probably wrap around her whole arm. She wasn’t a foreigner but had face like she was, though he couldn’t tell for sure. Besides, he was too busy looking at the way her nipples pressed out of her top in the cold night.

With the hood up on the car, he didn’t even have to say a word to know what was wrong. The battery cable had bounced off the terminal, and a quick tap of a hammer or pull of a wrench would get her going again.

But where’s the fun in that?

With a tip of his cap he smiled, “What seems to be the problem there Miss?”

 

[LissomeYen]

Audrey waited for about twenty minutes until the steady beam of headlights appeared around the bend. Preparing to flag the car down, waves of elation passed through her body when she found she didn't have to. The car that stopped before her was driven by an older looking gentleman, his easy smile and good-natured hat tip putting her immediately at ease.

Smiling in reply, Audrey stepped forward so that she was standing by his door. "Thanks so much for stopping. Um, I'm having some really bad car trouble...the thing is I don't know much about cars, so..." she spread her hands in a helpless gesture. "Do you think you could help me? I would really appreciate it."

 

[ArcticAvenue]

"Not a problem, miss," he responded quickly and pulled the truck off the road. He slid out of the truck easily, his working leather boots creaking as they stetched. He had on well worn blue jeans, and a red button down flannel shirt. Lucky for him, he put in clean ones before going out tonight rather than the well worked dirty ones. As he neared her car, he slid his hands into his back pockets.

"So then, little lady," he said looking at the car. "What happened to this thing, does she just not want to go then?" When he asked he waited until she turned to the car herself just so he can get a good look at her close up.

 

[LissomeYen]

"Great," Audrey said, smiling and clasping her hands together. It was just her luck to find a good samaritan shortly after her car died. Maybe she would be back on the road with the wind in her hair the same night! Plus, with an artist's eye she loved the earthy, country look about the man and his pick up truck--she wondered if, afterwards, he would agree to pose for a photo.

At the question, Audrey turned to her car, bending over to look at the engine even though the only parts she really recognized was the tube to check the oil and the place to put the window cleaner fluid. "Yeah," she said, rubbing at the back of her neck. "I was driving and it just kind of...died. The headlights and engine and everything. You think it can be fixed?" She straightened and looked at him with hopeful eyes.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

As she bent over the engine, he leered over her. He took a long appreciative look of her ass as it tested the limits of those yoga pants. Those smooth curves looked lusciously cupable when she presented them his way. He could easily see the tone of her thighs through those tight things and even was able to suspect nothing was underneath the pants. The right angle he was sure that he could even get a hint of everything if he got the chance.

He stepped beside her when he no longer thought he could get away with staring at her and leaned in under the hood. He probably was standing too close to her for her comfort but he wanted to see what she smelt like, and was rewarded with something sweet wafting up to him. Like what he saw pulling up, the problem was obvious. The rough road bounced the battery cable off the junction and lay just inches from where she could get back on the road.

He grabbed a wire coming from the computer box and shook it a bit. Played with a hose from a radiator. He pointed at something near the firewall and tried to pry a cable off of a spark plug without her seeing it. "Did it seem like, when you tried to start it all you got were clicks? It didn't want to turn over at all?"

 

[LissomeYen]

Audrey didn't mind when he stepped close to her side--she still saw him as a salt of the earth, good samaritan, and having grown up in the city she was fascinated by the way he dressed, spoke...even smelled. Anyway, ever since she had done a project on photographing construction workers in action and dealt with their crass humor, language and lusty glances, she felt prepared to deal with blue-collar men of all sizes, shapes and backgrounds. Not that she had to "deal" with them--the majority of Audrey's photography subjects were blue-collar workers. Her fascination knew no bounds.

Watching him fiddle around with the engine parts but not understanding the significance of anything he did, Audrey just nodded her head, glad that he was asking a question she could at least answer. "Yeah, just completely dead. The engine didn't...growl or anything." Her eyes moved to his forearm, taking in the tan, muscled and hairy appendage with appreciation. Very manly.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

He did his damndest to not laugh, or even smile sarcastically. He expected that she might not be aware of how to deal with car problems, he just didn’t expect this to be so easy. “Just give me a minute here,” he said as he walked back to his truck. He grabbed a flashlight from behind the seat and returned to the stricken car. He moved around to the the side, pointing the light as low as he could into the engine. It wasn’t all that dark out yet, but using the flashlight going for something he could only hope for. If she bent to what he might get to see some other color on her chest other that constant color of her flesh.

“Hmmmmm,” he kept saying trying to drag this out as long as he could. “I think I see your problem here.”

Pointing the light well below the headers, he proclaimed “you have a blown spark plug. You have no more power going through anything. See? There is the spark plug fluid.” If she goes for this, he’s going to have to go to church and thank God for gullible city girls.

 

[LissomeYen]

Audrey bent to see what he was pointing at with the flashlight, hands clenching as each "hmmm" made her more and more nervous. Was it more serious than she had first thought? God, she hoped not. She wanted to be off the road and safe in a nice freshly made bed, the reflections of a nearby pool glimmering comfortingly across soft white curtains, the sound of the TV a low hum nearby.

As the man pointed something out Audrey went up on her tip toes to peer in, not really seeing what he was indicating but taking his word for it. "Oh no..." she said, straightening and gazing up at him sorrowfully. "Will it be hard to replace? How much do you think it'll cost?" Her dad was going to kill her, to put it lightly.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

The color was brown.

A milk chocolate brown on a sea of her light flesh. When she rose to her tip toes, that pink top drooped like curtain, and he could see right down to her tummy.

This look made his blood rush, and as much as getting a rise out of checking out a city girl was getting for him, he felt he needed to push his luck.

“Well, it’s going to take some work,” he chagrined. “Old Jimmy, he be the only guy in town to fix it and he won’t come out this way until morning. I got some tools back at the farmhouse, buuuttt” he drew it out a bit trying to make it sound like trouble. “By the time I get back here, it will be too dark to see.”

He looked up to his gullible cherub with a leaning of hope, “I can bring you back to my place for the night, and we can get you fixed up in the morning.”

 

[LissomeYen]

Audrey felt like crying. What was she going to do? It was obvious that the car would take more than a day to fix and she had no where to go or stay. She supposed she could sleep inside the car until the morning, but that was dangerous and impractical.

At the man's offer her eyebrows rose. Well, staying in a strange man's house was also dangerous and impractical...but he seemed like a nice man and he seemed only a bit younger than her father. And she really wanted to sleep in a bed.

Smiling a bit unsurely, Audrey gave a nod. "Alright. Thank you so much, I really appreciate it. Um, let me get my stuff out." She opened up the back door and pulled out a large duffle, then closed and locked the door.

Please don't be a serial killer, please, she thought to herself, tossing her bag in the back of his pickup and hopping up in the passenger seat. She buckled her belt, trying to think of the positives.

It was kind of an adventure, for one. And tomorrow when the sky was bright she would ask to take some candid photos of him at work. Maybe wherever he lived--she was picturing a great big farm--would be interesting to photograph, as well.

"Oh I'm sorry, my name's Audrey. What's yours?"

 

[ArcticAvenue]

“Joe.” It was a lie, but she didn’t need to know that. “Its a ride home, so get yourself comfortable.”

The truck turned over with a roar, and settled into a rattle. There was nothing new about this old beast. While she was nicely buckled up, he just sat free like he rides in this thing every day. He reached down to the floor shifter, and ground the gear into reverse to pull back; then bucked it again going forward. As his eyes dropped to look at where his hand was on the shifter his mouth watered seeing how close her knee was to his hand.

“What brings you out this way, little lady? You’re quite a ways off the main road.” he asked calmly.

In no time he had them turning around a couple of corners, speeding up over some hills, and backtracking side roads. The route wasn’t straight, but that wasn’t the intent. In the dying light, he just wanted her confused. After a couple of miles of driving they were nearly back where they started but not at all close enough to see her car.

At this point he slowed his pace down a little. He put his hand on the shifter, taking things up a gear to smooth out the ride, and left it there just a few inches from her leg.

 

[LissomeYen]

"Nice to meet you, Joe," she replied, hanging on to her seatbelt as the truck rumbled to life. Sleepy and already unfamiliar with the area, as they rode in silence Audrey quickly lost track of where they were in relation to her dead car. Although she was still hanging on to the belief that he was a nice man, the fact that she was completely lost didn't ease her nerves at all, and when Joe finally spoke she started a little.

"Oh, I was headed to the resort. Figured I'd take a backroad and get the scenic view rather than the boring highway," she explained, looking over at him. She couldn't see his face clearly in the darkened car, only just making out the strong line of his jaw from the reflection of the moonlight.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

Sure, it was dark out this way, but the moon came out early and he'd been farming by moonlight since a kid. He could see she was tense, but it wasn't from him. How she grasped that seatbelt was like she couldn't get it any tighter pulled.

Playing into his hand, he thought he'd give her a little test. He patted her knee, and gave it a little squeeze. "Don't worry, Audrey," he assured, "I know these roads like the back of my hand and we'd get there safe." The test was two things. One, to see if she would buy that he is just trying to put her at ease. Two, to see how nice those tight covered legs feel like.

By the time he put his hand back onto the shifter to not let it linger, he didn't get much idea about that leg of hers because those yoga pants felt way too exquisite. Them shiny things were as smooth and soft as any price of cloth he had ever touched. It could be a test just to not grab her right now and touch every bit of her until she squeeled.

Making another turn finally starting to make some headway towards his farm he asked, "someone meetin' ya there? Someone ya ought to call?"