Alex combed her fingers through her dripping hair as she returned to her car on the side of a small country road. This was by far the best swimming hole she had found in her explorations, she couldn't wait to bring her friends next time. Those friends who were still in town, like she was, to take more college classes over the summer semester anyway. She had thrown on her flimsy sundress over her bathing suit on her way back up, wishing she hadn't forgotten her towel, and now her bikini top had already soaked two big wet spots right over her tits.
Not wanting the same thing to happen to her ass, she shimmied out of her bikini bottoms and threw them through the stuck-open back window of her very old, very beat up, little car. Pulling her dress away from her, she squeezed her tits tightly one at a time to get all the water out of the padded fabric. At least she could make sure they weren't dripping anymore. She patted at her dress front and shook it out, trying to help it dry.
Pulling her backpack out of the open rear window of her car and drinking deeply from her water bottle, Alex sighed contentedly. What a perfect summer day. She moved around to the passenger side of her car to get in (the driver door didn't open anymore) and saw that both passenger-side tires were fully flat.
"What the fuck?" Alex asked out loud, crouching to look. She could see nothing that might have made this happen. No glass or nails. It was really weird that they were both flat, right? "Shit." Alex reached back into the back of the car, grabbed her backpack, and pulled out her phone.
"No bars? Come on!" Alex grumbled, holding her phone high and wandering around her car. She had known this spot was pretty remote, but no bars? She looked up and down the dusty one-lane road. How soon would a car pass? She had passed a couple of cars going the other way on her way in, right? Or only one? But had no idea how many had passed in the time it took for her to find the swimming hole, go swimming, and hike back.
Alex opened her trunk. She had one spare, but not two. She closed it again. Sat on it, feeling the warm metal through the thin fabric of her dress, and stared at her phone. Nothing.
Grabbing a textbook from her car, Alex decided to study while she waited. Luckily, moments later, a rumbling pickup truck rounded the corner, and she jumped up to wave it down. She explained her predicament to a kind older couple. The woman let her know that there was a tow truck in the neighborhood. Their neighbor, John, lived up the road a mile or two and made his money by towing in good weather and snow plowing in bad. The couple promised to go to John's place and see if he was home, call him if he wasn't, and tell him about her.
She thanked them profusely and sat back on the trunk of her car to wait, watching the dust settle behind them. Alex lay back on her car and let the sun warm her. She felt chilled in her wet top and dress.
Ten minutes later she heard a rumbling from the direction the couple had gone. And there it was, her knight in shining tow truck armour. It was a large pickup truck with a tow apparatus where the bed normally would be. Alex popped off the car, putting her book back on the seat, and stood to meet the tow. The truck turned and backed towards the front of her car, beeping loudly in the quiet woods.
A tall older man, maybe in his mid-fifties, in dirty motorcycle boots and a flannel over a thin white tee shirt, stepped out of the truck.
"Hiya," Alex called and walked up to shake his hand. "Thank you so much for doing this. I was really in a bind, it's so lucky you live out here!"
"MmmHmmm," he said while nodding, then went to look at her car. He must be a man of few words, thought Alex.
"Look, isn't this weird? Both of my tires on this side are flat!" Alex walked quickly ahead of him to show him the tires. "MmmmHmmm," John responded, kneeling to look at the tires. Alex fidgeted.
"Where do you want me to tow ya? You're gonna need a whole new set and an adjustment."
"Oh, shit, OK, do you know what that usually costs?"
"Mmmm, could be $400, could be $800? Depends."
Alex's heart sank. She was going to have to pick up a bunch more shifts at the coffee shop to cover this, but she needed her car.
"OK, I don't know where to go, and I can't look them up on my phone. Do you have a place you recommend?"
"MmmmHmmmm. A shop over in Verlyville. About half an hour from here."
"Great, thanks, that sounds good."
John looked her up and down. Her auburn hair was slowly drying into waves around her shoulders. The top of her pale blue strappy sundress was still see-through in two big wet patches, showing her pert round tits in her tiny pink bikini top. The dress didn't show much of her figure, not having a waist, but it reached down to her mid-thigh, her long, tan legs gleaming in the sun below, her feet in platform teva sandals, and her toenails a pink that perfectly matched her bikini.
"What are you doing out here?" He said.
"I was swimming," Alex said. "I'm trying to find the best swim spots in the county, and I might have found the winner today."
"MmmmHmmm." He opened her trunk and started getting her jack and spare out.
"And you often go swimming alone? That's not safe." He went to the back of her car and began to jack it up.
"Oh, I'm a strong swimmer, it's OK," Alex said.
"MmmHmm." John made quick work of replacing the tire while Alex fidgeted in the awkward silence. She couldn't think of anything to say.
After putting her jack and lug wrench back into her trunk, he went to his truck and started moving levers and pulling the heavy chains around the front of her car.
John walked back and tried to open her driver-side door. She shot in through the passenger side, Oh, it doesn't open, but here." Alex reached across the seats and wound the window down with a squeaking handle. This car was ancient. It was a killer view though, on hands and knees across the seats of her car, Alex was giving John a perfect view straight down her dress.
"MmmmHmmm." He said again, staring. Her bikini top was the kind the young women were wearing these days, it looked like it had been put on upside down or sideways and was three sizes too small. Its little triangles of fabric did little more than cover her nipples. Alex looked up at him and felt the heat of his gaze. Blushing, she pushed herself back up to stand. John tried to be subtle about adjusting his hard-on as she climbed out of the car.
