Get in the car

Cheryl shrugs her shoulders and says, "Sure, why not? Let me get my purse." Cheryl darts to her car, and bends over, unknowingly revealing her fine young ass to the driver of the seedy car, as she reaches for her purse.

"Alright then!" grins the driver, as he clears off the passenger seat of empty soda cans, candy wrappers, and pornographic magazines. He takes a second to ogle Cheryl's fine assets, as he picks something out from the corner of his mouth.

Cheryl returns with her purse, hops into the car, and the two drive away.

...

"You're lucky I came when I did, missy." says the driver, as they reach a speed of 69 miles per hour on the road. "There ain't hardly a soul that comes by on this road, very often." The driver takes a non too subtle, devouring look at Cheryl and continues, "Surely none as fine as you come around this way, either."

"You must be sweatin' to **** in all this heat. Here, let me turn on the AC." With that, the driver rolls up the window, and switches on the air conditioning unit in the car. "By the way, my name's Ted. What's your name?"

"Cheryl" she replies. The two drive on down the road as the conversation settled into an awkward silence. Cheryl begins to feel uncomfortable, at the way Ted's been sneaking glances at her chest and legs.

"Well, Cheryl, I say we have good thirty or so miles till the next gas station. So I suggest you get a bit comfortable till then."

"Ok, thanks." says Cheryl, uncertainly.