I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I had borrowed my friend's car because my car was in the shop and now this car I was driving had a flat. I opened the trunk of the car to find the spare tire, but no tire iron and no jack for the car.
"SHIT!"
Who the fuck drives around without the equipment to change their tire? I picked up my phone to curse out Anthony the owner of the car, when I realized my battery had died. I was fucked; I was going to be late for my examination. To hell with it, I will just have to leave the car here, and pray it's here when I return. I didn't expect anyone was going to stop and assist me for any of the following reasons, was not a woman, and I was a white male full of tattoos, a few facial piercing and faux hawk. I guess appearance didn't come off as pleasant to many of the Jamaican folks driving by. I was just about to get my things out of the car and hop on the bus, when a car pulled up behind me. A lady stepped out of her car, slowly walked towards me and smiled.
"Looks like you need a hand," she said. I smiled relieved that I wouldn't have to take the bus and that my Good Samaritan was a very gorgeous woman.
"Thank you so much I just need a tire iron and a jack," I replied.
"No offence but what lunatic doesn't have those items in their car?" she interjected. I sighed, "Idiot friends," I told her. She laughed and her breasts bounced in her white wife beater. She smelled of cotton candy and some light fragrance. Good enough to eat perhaps? She walked back to her car and got the needed items for me. I quickly started changing the tire while she stood beside me watching carefully. Occasionally I would glance at her legs. She was wearing a pair of jeans pants, but there was no way to hide her thick thighs and behind in those jeans. She was about 5 feet 9 inches, and voluptuous. I could feel my dick wanting to betray me, when I really needed to concentrate. I quickly looked back at the tire and continued the task at hand. There was an awkward silence between us, as I tried to think of something interesting to talk about. I was blank. She knelt down beside me and stared at me.
"I like the barbell you have in your ear, it looks really cool." I turned red and there was definitely no way to hide it.
"Thank you," I attempted to reply as my voice cracked.
She was making me very nervous, and I couldn't understand why. I was about to compliment her beautiful smile when her phone rang. She looked at her phone in frustration but answered anyway.
"Yes!?" she said sharply with no hint of pleasantries. She rolled her eyes but remained silent listening intently on the phone. She laughed and simple said..."Dude just fuck off and die seriously," and hung up the phone.
"Well that sounded romantic," I teased. She laughed and once again her ample 36D breasts bounced happily.
"So what's your name faux hawked stranger?"
"Carlito," I replied. She smiled "Cool, just like my favourite movie."
"And your name senorita?" "Oh, ha I have no manners, I'm Asha."
I finished working on the tire and returned the items to Asha; she once again smiled and walked towards her car. She put the items in her trunk and then returned to me with some wet wipes.
"For your dirty hands," as she pointed to them.
"Asha thank you so much, you are literally a life saver, I'm so sorry if I took you from your busy day" I could she her cheeks turn a little red
"It was no problem at all Carlito, I will consider this my good deed for the day."
"Please, take my number, I must at least take you to lunch or something to repay you," I begged.
She looked me up and down for a second. I could see her processing in her head, and I was optimistic of the outcome. She nodded and took my number, "maybe on a boring night I will give you a ring," She flashed me a sinister grin and her hazel eyes seemed to pierce my flesh. My dick was hard immediately. She jumped in her car and waved goodbye. I jumped in my car and hurried to my exam trying to think about the increasing bulge in my pants.
***
A week had passed since my encounter on the road with Asha. She never called and Anthony had firmly believed that I had made her up, claiming that the Jamaican heat had finally gotten to me.
"Yow, Carl, time to celebrate your last exam as a Master's student, first we hit the bar, then the clubs," Anthony joked, handing me a Guinness.