Cherry
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"Oh boy!"
Here I am, out in the middle of nowhere, driving down a deserted country road, when BAMMM! the car pulls to the right and shimmies violently ... a BLOWOUT!
As usual, with my head in the clouds, I hadn't taken any precautions for the sudden, surprise disasters. I picked up my cell phone ... it was dead as a doornail ... "DAMN!" I always forget about the recharge thing.
This was a multi-purpose trip into the heartland of Texas ... mixing business with pleasure. First stopping to visit with some girlfriends along the way ... and then meeting with a few new clients on the way back home.
Earlier today, I had a business luncheon with a good prospect for freelance work. I looked pretty smart in my cherry red, tailored suit ... short, straight skirt falling a foot above my knees ... form fitting jacket ... crisp little white blouse. Chuckling to myself that underneath this demure outward appearance, I wore a french lace bra and thong bikini panties, silk stockings with a lacey garter belt. Thinking then again, the soft-leather 'fuck me' shoes could have been a dead giveaway though. "Oh well" another attempt at being a professional businesswoman bites the dust!
I probably should have changed into something more comfortable for the long ride back north ... but, since I had checked out of the hotel before meeting the new client, it just made more sense at the time to keep on going. Lowering the top of my convertible and setting out to enjoy the sunny ride back to the interstate ... music blaring on the CD player ... singing along.
Now, here I was ... with a flat tire and not a clue how to fix the darn thing! I took the jack out of the trunk and fumbled around putting all the parts together "this looks about right" ... "now where do I put it?"
"DAMN!" ... wishing I had paid better attention before when there was always someone to help out with a flat. After a few more attempts to figure out how the jack worked, I gave up and decided to recharge the cell phone instead, so that I could call for road service.
It was a beautiful day to be stranded anyhow ... and such a lovely spot. The scent of the sun warming the pine groves surrounding a beautiful crystal clear lake was exhilorating. I leaned against the hood of the car and breathed in the warm, clean air ... filling my lungs with the sweet fragrance ... feeling the warmth of the sun on my face.
From the distance, I could hear the roar of a motorcycle approaching ... "Oh good!" ... maybe I can flag him down to help. I raised up and stood to the side of my car in the road ... wondering if I should wave my arms or hike my skirt to get attention ... "NO" it's pretty obvious that I have a flat ... if he wants to help, he'll stop.
As the man on the motorcycle came nearer ... I could see this BIG burly man <gasp!> like a BEAR! "Oh my goodness!" I could hear him downshift gears, as he came closer ... slowing to a stop behind the car. <gulp!>
I must have looked like a scared rabbit (more than a little intimidated by his bulk) ... he seemed to sense it, as he laid back cautiously saying, "Looks like you could use some help". I pointed to the flat tire and the useless jack and said, "I had a blowout and I cant figure out how to use this stupid thing". He replied, "alrighty" ... pulled his big Harley up on stands and walked slowly over to the side of my car.
He made a polite attempt to make me feel less foolish saying. "Yep, these portable jacks are pretty difficult to use. If you don't set it just right, the car could splip off and you could get hurt. Glad I could help you out here."
I watched closely to what he was doing (just incase I found myself with another flat tire someday in a deserted area). I couldn't help but notice how the muscles in his arms flexed as he pulled on the thing that loosens the bolts. He had really nice, big arms ... "Ohhhhh!" I've always been such a fool for biceps. "Oh no!" there they go again! ... wide, rock hard, tall, long ... "Yikes!" trying hard not to look at those arms ... pretty soon I'll be drooling all over him!
He had such a nice way about him, too ... the whole time he was replacing the tire, he kept talking and joking in this slow southern drawl. Before long, I felt very comfortable with him ... holding my sides laughing ... he was really a funny man *smiles* ... and very sweet too, as he looked up at me with that gorgeous grin on his face.
By the time he finished replacing the flat tire, I was wishing for more time with him. As he stood up, he slid his shades down his nose and looked straight into my eyes with the most beautiful, warm, hazel eyes ... it sent chills up and down my spine ... I swear I could see his soul!
Thinking quickly (trying to fanagle more time) I said "Hey! How 'bout I buy you some lunch to repay your kindness?"
He replied, "That isn't necessary ... but if you're hungry, there's a good cajun place just down the road?"
"Mmmmmmm! That sounds wonderful ... I'll follow you."
Here I am, out in the middle of nowhere, driving down a deserted country road, when BAMMM! the car pulls to the right and shimmies violently ... a BLOWOUT!
As usual, with my head in the clouds, I hadn't taken any precautions for the sudden, surprise disasters. I picked up my cell phone ... it was dead as a doornail ... "DAMN!" I always forget about the recharge thing.
This was a multi-purpose trip into the heartland of Texas ... mixing business with pleasure. First stopping to visit with some girlfriends along the way ... and then meeting with a few new clients on the way back home.
Earlier today, I had a business luncheon with a good prospect for freelance work. I looked pretty smart in my cherry red, tailored suit ... short, straight skirt falling a foot above my knees ... form fitting jacket ... crisp little white blouse. Chuckling to myself that underneath this demure outward appearance, I wore a french lace bra and thong bikini panties, silk stockings with a lacey garter belt. Thinking then again, the soft-leather 'fuck me' shoes could have been a dead giveaway though. "Oh well" another attempt at being a professional businesswoman bites the dust!
I probably should have changed into something more comfortable for the long ride back north ... but, since I had checked out of the hotel before meeting the new client, it just made more sense at the time to keep on going. Lowering the top of my convertible and setting out to enjoy the sunny ride back to the interstate ... music blaring on the CD player ... singing along.
Now, here I was ... with a flat tire and not a clue how to fix the darn thing! I took the jack out of the trunk and fumbled around putting all the parts together "this looks about right" ... "now where do I put it?"
"DAMN!" ... wishing I had paid better attention before when there was always someone to help out with a flat. After a few more attempts to figure out how the jack worked, I gave up and decided to recharge the cell phone instead, so that I could call for road service.
It was a beautiful day to be stranded anyhow ... and such a lovely spot. The scent of the sun warming the pine groves surrounding a beautiful crystal clear lake was exhilorating. I leaned against the hood of the car and breathed in the warm, clean air ... filling my lungs with the sweet fragrance ... feeling the warmth of the sun on my face.
From the distance, I could hear the roar of a motorcycle approaching ... "Oh good!" ... maybe I can flag him down to help. I raised up and stood to the side of my car in the road ... wondering if I should wave my arms or hike my skirt to get attention ... "NO" it's pretty obvious that I have a flat ... if he wants to help, he'll stop.
As the man on the motorcycle came nearer ... I could see this BIG burly man <gasp!> like a BEAR! "Oh my goodness!" I could hear him downshift gears, as he came closer ... slowing to a stop behind the car. <gulp!>
I must have looked like a scared rabbit (more than a little intimidated by his bulk) ... he seemed to sense it, as he laid back cautiously saying, "Looks like you could use some help". I pointed to the flat tire and the useless jack and said, "I had a blowout and I cant figure out how to use this stupid thing". He replied, "alrighty" ... pulled his big Harley up on stands and walked slowly over to the side of my car.
He made a polite attempt to make me feel less foolish saying. "Yep, these portable jacks are pretty difficult to use. If you don't set it just right, the car could splip off and you could get hurt. Glad I could help you out here."
I watched closely to what he was doing (just incase I found myself with another flat tire someday in a deserted area). I couldn't help but notice how the muscles in his arms flexed as he pulled on the thing that loosens the bolts. He had really nice, big arms ... "Ohhhhh!" I've always been such a fool for biceps. "Oh no!" there they go again! ... wide, rock hard, tall, long ... "Yikes!" trying hard not to look at those arms ... pretty soon I'll be drooling all over him!
He had such a nice way about him, too ... the whole time he was replacing the tire, he kept talking and joking in this slow southern drawl. Before long, I felt very comfortable with him ... holding my sides laughing ... he was really a funny man *smiles* ... and very sweet too, as he looked up at me with that gorgeous grin on his face.
By the time he finished replacing the flat tire, I was wishing for more time with him. As he stood up, he slid his shades down his nose and looked straight into my eyes with the most beautiful, warm, hazel eyes ... it sent chills up and down my spine ... I swear I could see his soul!
Thinking quickly (trying to fanagle more time) I said "Hey! How 'bout I buy you some lunch to repay your kindness?"
He replied, "That isn't necessary ... but if you're hungry, there's a good cajun place just down the road?"
"Mmmmmmm! That sounds wonderful ... I'll follow you."
