Hell of a place to have a flat tire, and only a donut spare to boot. Middle of nowhere 200 miles from our destination and 300 miles from home. The puny little spare would take my wife Janey and I maybe 50 miles at 50 mph.
We pulled over in the next small town. It was about a mile off of the main highway. A sign said that they had a service station. Even if they did have a tire our size, we would probably have to take out a loan to pay their outlandish price for it.
We pulled up to the station and a young man came out. He was about 28-30 years old, short and stocky, like a farm boy might look. He didn't look like an inbred, and I didn't hear any dueling banjos in the background, so we might be in luck. I saw Janey checking him out as he walked in front of the car, so he must have been somewhat attractive to the opposite sex. He was clean cut and pretty muscular. All of his teeth seemed to be in place, and they were bright white in fact.
"I'm Chet. What can I do you for?" he asked through the window of our Toyota RAV4.
"We've thrown a shoe!" I said, trying to be pleasant.
Chet immediately looked at the space saver spare on the back of the SUV and replied, "Yeah, I wouldn't try going too far on that piece of shit tire. They are nothing but dangerous. Worst idea ever!"
"You have any used tires in our size, Chet?" I asked, hoping for the best.
"No, afraid not. But I tell you what. You go over and have lunch at the diner over there. Best food between here and Vegas. I'll get you fixed up with a new tire for $125 out the door. How's that sound to you?"
"That sounds great, Chet. See you in about an hour," I answered somewhat astounded. I expected to spend at least twice that for a new tire in this Podunk town.
I went around the car to open the door for my lovely wife. She was still looking at Chet's tanned guns and small ass. She had a grin on her face.
"Let's go before your panties get too wet to walk in, Dear," I said with a grin of my own.
Janey got out and we headed over to the diner. Chet nodded in our direction as if to say, 'Leave it to me. Everything's just fine.'
When we walked into the diner it was pretty much empty, except for a family with five brats that was getting ready to leave. Thank goodness. They looked like a nightmare.
We waited for a hostess to take us to a seat. After about 30 seconds a beautiful girl, mid to late 20's, came out of the kitchen. She had long, strawberry blonde hair and freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. She wore very little makeup and had a natural beauty that some redheads are just born with. She was about 5'2" and was built like a school boy's wet dream. She had on a tight white top with a plunging V-neck. The material of her top was thin enough that I could see her lacy white bra under it. That pretty little bra was just packed full of the nicest and firmest set of B-cups I'd seen in a long time. They stood out proud from her otherwise small chest. She wore a tiny pair of red shorts that looked like they'd been sprayed on over her cute little bubble-butt. Her legs were thin, but muscular and very tanned. This girl was stacked!
"Just the two of you?" she asked, panting a little.
Janey nudged me in the side because I was slow to answer.
"Yes! Yes, just the two of us," I babbled, sounding a little like Rain Man.
"Over here, then. This booth is clean. Sorry, but we just finished with the lunch rush and I haven't had time to clean up much. My help called in sick, so it's just me today."
"This will be fine," Janey replied.
I didn't bother to speak because I couldn't think of anything besides the gorgeous ass wiggling back and forth in front of us, all packed into those little red shorts. My wife elbowed me in the side again.
"Yes, this will be just fine," I managed to get out. "What did you say your name was?"
"My name is Amy. I'll be right back with some water for y'all," she answered.
"I'm Janey and this is my husband, Rob. We're the Bakers and we're pleased to meet you, Amy," My wife chimed in.
Amy then left to get our water.
"Cat got your tongue? Or maybe I should say, pussy got your tongue?" Janey said in a snarky, but playful tone.
"I guess I'm just a little amazed. I was expecting small-town ugly when we pulled in." I replied.
"Yeah, that Chet wasn't too hard on the eyes either," Janey said matter-of-factly as she opened up a menu.
Janey and I have always had an open relationship. We have been married for over 20 years. Neither of us has ever been unfaithful, but we have an understanding. It's OK to look, but neither of us is allowed to touch. It's worked out well for us over the years. It keeps our libidos up- knowing that we are faithful, but playful with each other. We have a very active sex life which quite often features role-playing scenarios. This way we are free to play out or fantasies without being unfaithful to each other.
"Yeah, I saw you drooling over him. I hope your panties aren't too wet. I'd be embarrassed if you left a big wet spot there on the seat," I said, winking at Janey.
"I think I just got a great idea for the next time we role-play," Janey said with a wink. No further explanation was needed.
"Yeah, I think I did too," I said under my breath as Amy approached, carrying our waters. She must have gone into the freezer to get them because her nipples were hard and visible, even under her lacy bra and white top.
I stared straight at Amy's chest as my wife spoke up. "Do you have any specials?"
"Well, it just so happens that I have some terrific prime rib in the back. You see, I also have a catering business and have a few leftover from my delivery this morning. They are still fresh and juicy!"
"I bet they are......" I let slip out of my mouth before my brain engaged. Janey kicked my shin under the table, "the steaks, I meant!"
Amy laughed, obviously embarrassed, and said, "Can I bring you both one?"
"Sure. That'll be great," Janey replied, giving me the stink-eye as Amy hurried off to the kitchen.
"Keep your tongue in your mouth and your dick in your pants, Cowboy!" Janey said, laughing.
"I'm sorry, but she just reminds me so much of you a few years back, Baby. Her face, her hair, her body are just like yours! The resemblance and her sexiness are uncanny!"
"Thank you..... I think," Janey said, unsure if I was complimenting her or not.
"You are still so sexy, Babe, and I love you so much! But neither of us are spring chickens anymore. Looking at Amy just took me back to the hot times we'd spend at the beach. I can still see you in your skimpy bikini, with your dark tan and white tan lines under it. Looking at her makes me so hot for you, Babe. Not for her. I promise!"
"Uh-huh.... That's your story and you're sticking to it?" Janey said with a chuckle.
"It's the truth. Looking at Amy just took me back to those great times. You're my one and only, Babe," I said truthfully.
"Well, that just might get you a piece of ass later tonight. And I don't care if you picture Amy while you're putting that big cock up my hole. Just make sure you don't shoot it off too soon. I want you to bang me long and hard when we get to the hotel in Vegas."
"And you can call me Chet if you want," I said with a wink.
"Maybe I'll just do that, y'all!" Janey said, winking back.
Just then Amy came running with our prime rib lunches. I don't know which smelled better, the meat or Amy's sweet perfume as she leaned over to set my plate in front of me. When she did so, I got a great view down her top. I could see clear to her belly button! I saw the tops of her snow-white tits under her bra. What impressive tan lines she had! I quickly glanced up to see if Janey was watching my wandering eyes. Of course she was, but I couldn't help taking a last look before Amy left the table and hurried back to the kitchen.
"Get an eye full?" Janey quipped with a smile.
"Sure did. She's you a dozen years ago, Babe. I'm telling you, she could be your clone. Oh, what I'd give to cum all over those tan lines of yours again!" I said wishfully.
"Hey, I've got tan lines! You insist on me having them all year around, remember?"
"Oh, I know you do and I love them, Babe. It's just..." I trailed off.
"Just what? These aren't good enough for you anymore?"
Just then, Janey grabbed a handful of her shirt and sports bra and brought them up to her chin, exposing her own gorgeous tan-lined tits. After all these years they were still the greatest pair of tits I'd ever seen. They were B-cups, like Amy's, and they were still as pert as when I first sucked on them when she was only 18 years old.