Sandra shook her fist with rage at the uncaring sky.
"Dammit!" she cursed.
Sandra pounded on the steering wheel of her old jeep and again tried the key. The engine responded with a sickening silence. She "had" been enjoying her day up to this point. She spent the day at the beach working on her golden tan. She had met up with a couple of her girlfriends and they had enjoyed the afternoon sitting in the sun, gabbing about men, and checking out the guys at the beach. Sandra had paid particularly close attention to one young man who had the nerve to wear a small bikini that barely concealed his rather impressive cock. She had waited all day to see it bust loose of it’s minimal restraint, in fact, she had tried to get the guy hard by walking by him wearing her thong bikini. She, not so subtly, bent over and picked up a seashell. This gave him an excellent view of her round, full ass. Suddenly the guy turned over to his stomach, she had succeeded in her objective. Her friends laughed at her brazenness when she returned to the group.
Sandra was a world class flirt but definitely wouldn’t give up the "goods" that quick. Men could look all they like but it took time before they could touch. Now she was pissed. She had waved goodbye to her friends and decided to take a quicker route, off road, through the desert instead of the highway. Here she sat in the late afternoon sun with a jeep that wasn’t going anywhere and on a road that hadn’t seen a single car in since she’d been there.
"Dammit!" she cursed again. She was going to be late meeting her husband for dinner. They had a special evening planned and now she wasn’t sure she was going to see him until it was much too late.
She climbed out of the jeep and popped the hood on the truck. She peered over the engine and pretended to have a clue as to what she was looking at. The wind swirled her short sundress up above her waist revealing her thong bottoms that she wore to the beach. She had discarded the bikini top while she was sunning and had decided to leave it off for the drive home. She wiggled some wires and tugged at some belts and eventually admitted to herself that she was in over her head.
That’s why she married her husband. At least one of the reasons, he could fix anything. The another being he had an exquisitely thick cock that she desperately needed. She was ultra-horny from a day of teasing men and thinking about fucking her husband. It had been a few days since they had had a chance to do anything and she was seriously in need of a good lay. If she weren’t so damn mad she would have enjoyed the tingling that was growing in her pussy.
An hour went by and Sandra had decided to make the best use of the time and catch the last few rays of the sun. She would start walking when it was a little cooler. She had put out her blanket and laid out completely nude. Sweat glistened from her upturned breasts and ran down her lean torso. In the distance she heard the low rumble of an engine coming her way. She quickly leapt up and slipped back into her sundress. Her heartbeat increased when she saw a motorcycle headed toward her followed by a cloud of dust.
She waved to the already slowing stranger and was quickly in the mists of a swirling dust storm. She wiped the dust from her eyes and looked up to see a man astride an old motorcycle.
"Problems?" asked the dust covered stranger.
"Yeah, damn thing just won’t start" Sandra replied, annoyed at the stupid question.
"Well, let’s take a look at it." The man said as he dismounted his bike.
Sandra eyed the man suspiciously as he walked towards her and the jeep. She wasn’t sure what she would do but figured she’d run like hell if he even made one wrong move. The man sensed her apprehension and tried to look as unimposing as he could. He kept his distance from Sandra as he neared the jeep. He looked over the innards of the engine and wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.
