A lady I met on the way home

Tired of the fun I was having at work, I reached for my briefcase and called for my limo to meet me up front.

I put on my sunglasses and waited for the car to arrive. Stevens, my limo driver, graciously opened the door for me and I got in. I raised the privacy wall between us and strummed my fingers on the leather seats as we left my office behind.

Catching traffic, there must of been an accident on the on-ramp to the freeway, I glanced out the window onto the sidewalk. I was starting to doze off when I noticed a tall curly haired red-head bent over the open hood of a car at a service station.

She looked distraught and I watched her ass wiggle in the tight black cotton skirt she was wearing.

“Stevens” I called out.

“Yes sir,” he answered promptly.

“Bring the car over to the lot,” I pointed to where I saw her standing.”

“Right away sir,” he turned my black limo into the lot. We rolled right up next to her and I pushed my button to lower my window.

“Do you need any assistance?” I smiled at her.

She looked up at my arrival. “I think the darn alternator finally went out and my cell phone is dead.”

“Maybe I could give you a lift.” I graciously offered.

She looked me over and after a moments decision decided to join me. I enjoyed the view of her breasts flopping in her tank top as she leaned over to shut the hood. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra. Her, what I was guessing c cup breasts, jiggled nicely as I waited for her to get in.

“Must be nice to be rich,” she made conversation after Stevens shut the door.

I admired her for a few seconds. She had the palest skin I had ever seen and a sprinkling of freckles that started at her neck and led down to where I really was looking.

“You have no idea how nice it is.” I smiled back.