It was one of those moments when you curse your job and your luck. Sure in life there were many such times but up until this moment Shelly hadn't really come across them much. Cute and petite she was the one people equated to dynamite. She was perky and energetic, always the one to have that winning idea and the gumption to carry it through. At twenty seven she had risen through the ranks of her company fairly quickly. A born people person she had the knack for reading people and knowing just what sort of product they needed. This facilitated her rise through the ranks of other sales people while maintaining a good natured rapport with coworkers.
However, it was on a business trip that her luck took a sudden turn for the worse. Insisting on driving through the vast empty spaces of west Texas was probably her first mistake. How was she to know that even on immensely long stretches of highway you could still get lost? Flat landscapes look all the same no matter how you turn. To add insult to injury her rental car decided to break a leg and give up the ghost at the same time.
A flat directed her to the side of the road where habit led her to turn off the car. Getting out and checking for a spare led to yet another indication that luck had turned it's back on her... no spare. Standing there along a deserted looking stretch of road, no town in sight, no other car in sight she cursed and kicked at the ground with high heeled pumps.
The sun beamed down upon black tar highway as it always did in Texas... hotly. She soon was shrugging out of pale blue dress suit jacket and tossing it into the back seat while she sat in the driver's seat contemplating. A turn of the key had left her with the knowledge that the car had become a complete turncoat. One hand lifted up the mass of dark red curls while the other held a client folder to fan pale skin under the lacey camisole blouse she wore. Afternoon was slipping into evening though the heat didn't seem to notice.
At one point a car happened down the lonely stretch of road only to pass her by without a care. She gave no thought to the dangers of being alone, female, and stranded. All she cared about was getting to the nearest town since out in the middle of no where, cell phones take a vacation.
An hour or so after her only sighting of what could have been a human behind the wheel of that lone car she heard the approach of another. Getting out of her dead shell of a vehicle she stood by the road and waved until the beat up old farm truck rolled to a slow stop. Dangers? She wouldn't let herself dwell on those despite her run of terrible luck. The truck halted behind her dead car and she stood patiently while long lanky expanses of jean covered legs and booted feet appeared to climb out of the cab. Plaid red shirt, mostly unbuttoned revealed to her what she could have pictured to be a romance novel fantasy "cowboy" or "farm hand". Chiseled chest devoid of hair, deeply tanned skin, just a hint of shimmer of sweat... she could hardly remove her eyes.
"Howdy M'am." her reverie was broken and her attention jerked up to his face. It was equally nice to look at. A strong jaw, nice lips and pale blue eyes that danced and twinkled as if constantly in a humor about life. He was running fingers through shoulder length brown hair and making his way to her.
Shelly came to her senses and began to gush words, "Oh I'm so glad to finally see another person! My car decided it was quitting time before it got me to where I was trying to get which in itself seems like a comedy of errors in getting lost. Is it always so hot this early in spring? Do you know anything about fixing this pile of junk? Oh but that probably wouldn't help anyway it's got a flat and no spare." Bubbly rambles accompanied by a sweet smile on a curvatious vivacious woman.... it was forgivable.
He'd be bombarded by her questions and sort of explanations but he took it all with that laid back stride country people were famous for. A deep rumbling chuckle, a killer smile and he waived off the issue of the car with a large calloused hand. "I imagine it'd be simpler to call for a wrecker in town. I'd be happy to give you a lift if you wish and yes, heat and Texas go hand in hand nearly all year in these here parts."
He had come to stand just before her not but a few feet. To him she looked hotter than the sun could ever compare. She was diminutive to his six foot three height but that made her all the more attractive. "I'm Rick Swanson." he did the polite thing and offered his hand.
Looking up to him, well she looked up to a lot of people since she was graced with enough legs and height to get her to a modest five foot five, she smiled brilliantly to his offer of a ride to town. "Oh that would be perfect!" He was offering his hand and a name to go along with looks that had already pulled her in. She reached out and placed her delicate looking hand in his. His fingers closed around her hand swallowing it up in a gentle hold as she spoke, "Thanks for stopping Rick. I'm Shelly Kauphman." She gave his hand a squeeze but failed to pull it away.
He stood there with his hand wrapped around hers again loving how small she was in comparison. Her voice was just as sweet as her smile and the good natured bubbliness about her was intoxicating.
"Well Shelly... how 'bout we get your things and head to town?" He continued to hold her hand as his mind thought about anything but driving to town. His eyes couldn't help but sweep over that lacey thin slip looking shirt she wore which did little to hide the lace bra and ample breasts underneath. Her skirt was tight to her shapely hips and ended mid thigh which gave her legs a chance to be showcased down to those toned calves and small feet in high heels.
Reluctantly she pulled her hand from his and turned to her former rental car. She crossed the small distance to the driver's door and began to fish out her purse, her jacket and replace that folder turned fan back into her briefcase. "I've only got the one bag." she called from the car before exiting the driver's door, opening the back door and bending in to retrieve that small suitcase. With her belongings in hand she thought it would be a pleasure to leave this car behind.
He was thinking the same thing but with the words rearranged a little as she bent over into that car giving him such a nice view of her behind. He stepped up to her so that when she straightened and pulled that case to her he was instantly there to take it from her in that old school chivalrous way. She smiled up to him and felt her breath quickened due to his close proximity. Shelly swore she could smell that manly scent of soap and sweat on his skin.
He took her bag and led her to the passenger door. Opening it for her he tossed her bag in the long bench backseat of the truck cab then replaced the seat back so she could sit on the front bench seat. This wasn't one of those fancy new trucks with the bucket seats and console in the center. It was one of the old well built machines that kept you in enough comfort to get you from place to place.
He offered her a hand to help her climb into the cab which she took with her own. His other hand instinctively went to her hip when she stepped up on the running board to steady her. Just the feel of her curves sent a shiver down his spine. When she was all seated he closed the door and headed around the truck.
Watching him round the front of the truck she tried to breathe slower and calm herself down. He was a stranger after all and she should keep her defenses at the ready but that touch to her hip had nearly melted her into putty. Now it was damn near impossible for her to hide the fact that her nipples had reacted and were straining against the pale cream lace of her bra. She had to wonder how long this trip to town would be.
Rick climbed in and the truck rumbled to life. They took out leaving that renal car behind with her thoughts of telling off the customer representative in some colorful phrases. Ambling down the road now at a nice clip she looked ahead in the waning light of day. "How far to that town you mentioned?" she cast a look over to him and was caught again in staring at his profile.
He had noticed her nipples giving a show and had wondered if it was for the same reason his cock had decided to really wake up. There was something about this Shelly that had his interest more than piqued. He wasn't the type to just pick up random women and have his way with them, no, he had too much honor and self pride for that. He was a gentleman, helping a lady... a lady he could picture with her legs wrapped around his waist.
Clearing his throat to help clear his mind from that crotch hardening mental image he sounded as if just preparing to answer her timely put question, "Should take about an hour. This ol'truck is faithful but not a speed train." he met her look with an easy laugh only to forget laughing the instant their eyes locked.
An hour. An hour alone in this small space with a man that was the answer to many women's fantasies. That instant in which she held his eyes she was sure he could see the rise of desire, a feeling which took her eyes to be cast back out the windshield and her tongue to quickly kill the awkward silence, "An hour huh? Wow... good thing I didn't try to hike it." She tried her own version of light laughter even though her mind was being devious and sending her images of his body rising and falling over hers as he pounded into her. She lifted a hand to fan at her flushed face.
That instant was gone but her laughter made it worth it. He smiled and nodded to her comment then noticed she was fanning herself. Reaching to adjust the flow of air from the nearly non-existent air conditioning he had to suggest, "Sorry it's not much cooler and you might want to scoot to the middle. The vents over there don't work as well as they should." Would he silently thank the truck-gods for the fact that the ducking to the passenger side air vents had crumbled long ago? Most likely.
"Oh... ok.. thanks." she nodded to the suggestion of moving where the air could hit her better without even thinking of anything but how he was being helpful. He was too, he hadn't said it with any ulterior motives. The facts that she was now scooting to be right beside him, her skirt was riding up higher in that move and that now he could smell her feminine floral perfume were all bonuses for good living.
Closer to him she bit the fullness of her bottom lip and tried to think of anything but his bare chest peeking from that plaid or his tight jeans outlining a certain large bulge. It wasn't like her to think so carnally but how could she not? The eventful day had finally taken a turn toward some good luck in at least she had a ride to town and a hunk to spend that ride with.
