You have broken down and are on a quiet country lane.
I am driving my car along the same road and notice you, a beautiful, well dressed woman, late 20's, standing by the roadside looking distressed. I pull up just past you and stop. You hesitate for a second but then approach my car.
"Good afternoon madam....." I start, but stopping me dead in my tracks you snap:
"Nothing fucking good about it, my damn car has just been into the garage and is it fixed?, like fuck it is".
I stare at you, white faced and completely shocked at your outburst.
Realising straight away how abrupt you'd been, you immediately apologise with a little embarressment.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry, I've just had such a long drive coming from a really important presentation which left my nerves in tatters and now this! You've come along to help and I've bitten your head off, I'm so very sorry. If I may be so bold"...........you wait for me to speak my name but I'm mesmorised by your sweet voice and beautiful face. Eventually I chirp out: "Dave, my name's Dave".
"Dave, may we pretend the last two minutes never happened and start again?"
"Well, I'll be dammed if I'm driving back down this road again, but the fact I've met you is an experience I can relive quite happily!"
I chuckle, hoping to lift your mood.
"Thankyou Dave, ok, so where do we go from here"?
You ask in a much more cheerful manner.
Well, I suppose we'd better call the recovery people.
"Oh to hell with them, I've had enough of mechanics to last me years. Leave the damn thing here, hopefully something nasty will happen to it, it's only the company's own car so I don't care".
"Well hop in then" I smile at you as you make you way around to the passenger side and climb in. I take a mental note of every detail because it's worth remembering.
You are wearing a long black skirt with a split up the side that travels all the way up to the top of your thigh (as do my eyes), which shows your smooth, silky legs. You have a thin, white shirt on with the top two buttons undone, showing your ample cleavage and your sexy black lace bra. As you climb into the car, your skirt rides up and I get a glimpse of your silky black panties. I gasp, perhaps a little louder than I realise because you pause for a second before settling into your seat, knowing full well I am gazing at your exposed sexyness.
As I drive our route takes us deep into the heart of the English countryside which looks beautiful on this warm, summers day.
Further into our journey, the conversation flowing nicely, you say how lucky it was I was passing. You have noticed I keep looking at you out of the corner of my eye. Staring at the flesh exposed by the split up your skirt and your breasts, gently bouncing as we ride over the bumps in the road. I haven't seen you notice I'm looking at you and you decide to play a teasing game. You undo a further button on your shirt, showing more cleavage, as you do, you utter the words: "My, isn't it hot today" I look over to you, immediately noticing your undone button which brings a stammered "Yes it is…….very hot indeed!"