A family with car trouble

As you round a sharp curve on the steep terrain you see what Chris is looking at, an old van sitting by the side of the road with a cloud of steam rising from the open hood.

"Do you mind?" He asks even as he's pulling into the gravel shoulder behind the grey van. What can you say? Stopping to act as a road service isn't what you had hoped for on a date when you let Teri talk you into this date with her friend, but now that he's pulled over you'd look like a total bitch if you complain.

"Sure Chris," you assure him with a smile that you hope doesn't look ****, "go ahead. Maybe we can call then a tow or something."

"I'll be quick." With those parting words he got out and after pausing briefly at the trunk of the car you see him heading up to the van with a beat-up tool box swinging from his right hand and a big jug in his left. From the passenger seat you watch a short Hispanic man in his sixties meet Chris and soon enough a conversation in Spanish drifted your way. You had two years of Spanish back in high school but the men's conversation is much too rapid for you to follow.

Soon enough Chris is up to his armpits in the van's front end and as you start to wonder just how long this was going to take. The side doors of the van open and two very pretty dark-haired young women in form-fitting leggings climb out onto the grassy shoulder. Perhaps the young women didn't notice you watching them, or perhaps they just didn't care but you have a perfect view of the two primping before joining the men up front. You've seen this before in bars when you were younger, a quick coat of lip gloss, the toss of the admittedly lovely black hair and even an adjustment to the bra so even more of their golden skin peeks from their open blouses.

Those two certainly weren't dolling themselves up for the wrinkled old man with missing teeth; they were trying to get noticed by Chris! By the time you see them saunter over to where Chris was wiping his greasy hands, you are climbing out of the roadster yourself, sitting on the door and swinging your bare legs over the side rather than fight with the door handle. You do your best to close quickly on the scene, but your pumps are as poorly suited for the loose gravel on the side of the road as Timberlands are for evening-wear. By the time you get to where the pretty young Latinas are doing their best to impress your date, the older of the two, not much more than twenty, has even leaned over and kissed him on his cheek as she thanks him in rapid Spanish, but before the younger one with her shy smile and perky tits can repeat the act you step between her and Chris and surprise him with a kiss of your own as you slip your arm possessively around his waist.

The two men seem oblivious to the game being played right in front of them, but the pretty young women get the message loud and clear. The younger of the pair with her slender hips and small pouty tits doesn't even look seventeen; she should be dating some randy young high school boy not a man twice her age. Even so, her eyes flash at you briefly in irritation as she takes in your curvy body and blonde hair; perhaps deciding that Chris isn't worth the fight, she feigns a yawn and says something to her Papa about getting moving.

The grinning man dismisses her with an irritated wave and takes your free hand in his gnarled fingers. Smiling his gap toothed smile at you, he tells you in broken English that you have a fine man. He then says something to Chris that you couldn't begin to understand but that makes the easy-going man stiffen against your side and the two latinas giggle.