Brian Carver was headed back home after a long week of face to face sales calls on customers in his area. Sometimes you just need to sit down and look at people eye to eye. Brian made this trip once or twice a year just to make sure his customer base stayed intact. He was on a stretch of highway that was two lane between two cities for about fifty miles. It was pouring down a cold early spring rain. The day was dark and cloudy, Brian was bored to tears. He almost didnât see the dark lump sitting in the middle of the roadside picnic table.
He hit his brakes and the lump jumped from the table and started running toward his car. He rolled down the window a little but didnât unlock the door just yet. He had one foot on the brake and one on the gas. A frozen face grinned out of a dark green hook. A young girl said thanks for stopping and grabbed the door handle. She only had a knapsack on her arm. She didnât look like she could be much trouble. Brian unlocked the door apologizing as if he hadnât known it was locked. She jumped in, the poor thing was shivering like a leaf on a windy tree.
She dropped the hood of her windbreaker, she was soaked to the bone. Her jeans were obviously old and faded but they were so wet they looked dark blue. Her sneakers squeaked as she set her feet into the floorboard. She put her knapsack between her knees and huddled up putting her hands to the heater. This poor little thing was almost frozen. Brian turned the heater to full blast.
âHow long have you been sitting there?â Brian asked.
She held a shivering wrist up to look at her watch, she could barely speak. âAbout an hour.â She finally got out through shivering lips.
Brian could hear her teeth chattering uncontrollably. He thought of his sweats in his suitcase in the trunk. He stopped the car and popped the hood. He was back in a flash. He tossed the sweats into the backseat.
âHoney, you get back there and change into the dry things.â He told her.
She looked at him concerned. She looked into the backseat at the warm dry sweats, thinking how nice they would be. She looked back at him, he was back on the road and paying attention to the highway.
âIâll be ok.â She finally said.
âWhat do you mean you will be ok? Young lady you get back there and get out of those wet clothes and I donât mean tomorrow, right now.â He sounded like her father, and that was exactly the role he was taking at the moment.
âMr., pleaseâŚplease donât rape me.â She was obviously worried.
âRape you, honey where did you get that idea?â Brian asked.
âYou wonât wait until I get undressed and then stop andâŚ?â She was scared.
âNo honey, I would never do a thing like that. Now go get out of those wet clothes.â He ordered. âMy name is Brian Carver, whatâs yours?â
âMindy.â She said, crawling into the backseat.
Mindy was a little heavy but nicely shaped. Round and curvy with large breasts. Brian heard the sound of her nylon jacket being pulled over her head. She had her back to the rearview mirror. He saw her wet t-shirt clinging to her wet body as she stripped it off over her head. He could see far enough down to tell she was bra-less. The sides of her ample titties showed as she pulled the dry top over her head. It stuck to her soaked skin, she pulled and tugged until it was on. He heard her zipper and saw her fiddling with her jeans. They were glued to her legs, she couldnât get them off her thighs. She struggled and struggled but they wouldnât come down.
âBrian? I canât get my pants off, their so tight and so wet, they wonât come off.â Mindy said worriedly.
Brian pulled the car to the side of the road and stopped. He looked back to see her jeans undone and almost to her knees. She had her hands cupped over her vagina. It was obvious she wasnât wearing panties. He pulled her feet over the seat and began to tug on the bottom of her jeans, they inched down a little but not much. He finally took them by the waistband and pulled them inside out down her chubby but cute thighs. The seems had cut into her skin and left red marks where they had drawn up on her body. Brian yanked on them so hard at one point that Mindy threw her hands to her sides to catch herself and keep herself from falling into the floor. Her pussy was exposed and Brian couldnât help but see her nakedness. She grabbed the sweat pants and covered herself.
âHoney where are you panties?â He asked, looking back to the front.
âI donât know, I mean I know but⌠I got a ride from this trucker. He seemed so nice. He bought me dinner at a truck stop and promised to get me all the way home. I thought he was really nice. I got sleepy and he told me to get in his sleeper, I did. He told me I would be more comfortable without my clothes on, it was dark in the sleeper so I took my clothes off. My jeans came off much easier when they were dry.â she said, laughing nervously, still dressing. âWhen I woke up my panties were off and there was a dim light on and he had turned up the heater and had taken the covers off me. He was looking at me in the mirror while he was driving.â
She went on to tell Brian that the driver had pulled over soon after that, when he found a suitable place and started to get undressed. She fought with him, he wasnât very big. She got her jeans and t-shirt on and grabbed the rest of her things but she didnât see her panties. When she refused to have sex with him he slapped her and tried to rape her. She fought harder and finally got out of the truck. Rain was pouring down. He sat in the truck and watched her for several minutes. Mindy figured he was waiting for her to change her mind, she didnât. It was a roadside picnic area and she climbed onto one of the tables, under the canopy and just sat there. The blowing rain soaked her. If he opened his door she would run. He finally left, he was waving her panties out the window as he drove off. And then Brian showed up. She climbed back into the front seat, her poor nipples were so swollen and cold, they were large knobs under the sweat shirt.
âWhat are you doing out on the road and taking rides from truckers anyway?â He asked his next question.
Mindy had run away from home about a year ago. Her step father had tried to rape her and her mother wouldnât believe it. She had to get out of a bad situation. Her step father was a respected and looked up to man in the community. No one believed her. She had only been fifteen when he married her mom. She stuck it out until she was seventeen. She had just turned eighteen about two months ago. She got home sick for her mother and had called her. Her mother broke down on the phone and begged her to come home. Her step father had left her and now Mindy was welcome to come home, there was no one there to hurt her. Her mom begged her so hard so she was on her way home.
Mindy laid her head against the car door, the boring hum of the engine put her to sleep quickly. Brian studied the poor little girl. She looked so tired, so scared, he felt sorry for her but at the same time glad to know she was going home.
Brian touched Mindyâs arm, she jumped and pressed herself against the car door, she had been asleep almost an hour.
âOh, sorry honey, didnât mean to scare you. Weâre coming up on a town. Would you like something to eat, Iâm hungry myself.â Brian asked.
âOh, yeah Iâm starving. I havenât eaten since that truck stop early this morning.â She answered. Brian pulled into a greasy spoon diner and they went in. Mindy went to the ladies room, Brian got them a table and sat down. She came out looking much better than she did when Brian had picked her up. They ate and talked. She lived in the same city as Brian. She would definitely get her ride home this time. She had been working in fast food restaurants most of the past year. She had graduated high school but hadnât tried to go any further. She thought after she got home she might go to the community college. Brian talked about his business, and said if she wanted he would try to get her a job with his company. She thought that sounded great. She could work there and go to school part time.
They were back on the road and Mindy returned to her corner against the car door. It was getting late and the door was getting colder. She scrunched down in the seat and laid her head on the head rest. The longer she slept the more she leaned toward Brian. She caught herself falling over on him and startled awake.