Did you ever have one of those days where everything just seemed to fall in place? Albeit a rare thing indeed, but every so often the Gods smile and the earth moves just right and everything comes together to give you that perfect day. I had awakened, just like any other day, only today would be near perfect.
I showered, shaved and got dressed, today being the day I had been dreading as the new accountant was coming to go over the books. It wasn't that there were any discrepancies, I just dread having my work double-checked, and it's a fear in all of us, the scrutiny of another. Will your work measure up? Will you, in fact, Measure up? My first clue as to the outcome of the day came as I got in my BMW and started it up, my favorite song was on the radio and I sang along with the group as I motored along. Such a small thing, I know, but good fortunes are made of many small things put together. Then, there was the red sports car on the side of the road and the nice looking blonde standing helplessly beside of it.
Out of all the morning traffic, I was the only one who stopped, "Having trouble?" I asked as I walked back to her and noticed the big smile she was sporting. "It just cut off and it won't restart," she said, her hands coming to rest on those supple hips of hers and I moved my gaze over her ripe body. She wore a silk blouse and a short skirt, her legs looked as though they were poured from a mold, their silky exuberance emanated from under her skirt and the blouse did little to hide the blossoming chest underneath, her ample cleavage attesting to the fact that she was indeed a looker. She came around and as I poked around under the hood, leaned on the fender, her chest taunting her blouse as it tried to spill out. I had never been one for large breasts, my ex wife had monstrous ones and they tended to sag and just fall all over as we had sex.
I had always been partial to small chested women, with their pert tits poking straight out, taut mounds of flesh with nipples that seemed to have the ability to pierce a man's soul. Don't let this dissuade you though, I never turn down a woman's tits, they are so alluring no matter what their size. I asked her if she had any tools, "I have a few, in the trunk," she said and I followed her back. She opened the trunk and bent forward to retrieve the small tool kit, my eyes focused on her creamy thighs as her skirt rode up, her garter belt becoming visible.
Even on a street busy with traffic, I just had to bend slightly to see up her skirt. My cock got hard immediately as her creamy thighs gave way to lacy red panties and I felt my mouth getting dry. She smiled as she handed me the tool kit, no doubt aware of the view she had just given me. I returned to the open hood, trying hard to adjust my hard cock without drawing attention to my actions and I went to work checking out various components. I asked her to give it a try and she climbed in and turned the key- nothing. I strolled to the driver's window and leaned on the door frame, noting that her short skirt had ridden up her thighs and those creamy thighs were once again in view, her garter as well, but she made no attempt to cover them, much to my delight.
"I think it's your battery," I told her and then explained that it was also her alternator, a frown came to her face. I explained that the battery only started the car, the alternator ran it and that if the alternator went bad, then it drained the battery to keep the car running. She said that she had noticed it had been hard to start lately, and I saw out of the corner of my eye, her legs begin to drift apart as she talked; my cock began to strain once again.
"Can I offer you a lift?" I asked her, wanting to drive and gaze at those legs while I did. She smiled and gathered her things up, locked her car and joined me in mine.
"You are so kind to help me," she said with a grin and we made small talk as I drove on,
