A Stretch Limo

Wendy looked to the left, spotting a jet black limo coming down the road towards her. She stood up and waved her hand to get the driver’s attention, her boobs jiggling ever so slightly while confined in her other arm.

The limo pulled to the side and the furthest back window opened up. Inside was just one man who looked in his mid twenties, wearing only bathing shorts and a t-shirt. He took a good look at the stranded model, taking a moment to admire her luscious curves, her beautiful face, and her bountiful bosom.

“It looks like you’re lost. You need a ride home, babe?” he said with a smile. “Yeah that would be great, if you don’t mind.” Wendy grumbled, trying to stay composed while he scanned her body. The door opened and she got into the limo, finding a seat furthest away from the only other passenger. She let the driver know what hotel she was staying at. Wendy wondered how she would repay the man for his help, if he needed anything at all.