Get your car.

The first thing you have to do is minimize evidence. Thanks to your silent parting, you managed to reclaim your bags along with your rural beauty, and since you did not talk about yourself, the only thing the farmer knows about you is your car broke down on the road. That is too much for your liking. Cars have plates and registration. It would not be hard for him to get the tow truck to take him to your car, and then you would be exposed. Additionally, he would report his own truck stolen in a few hours, so you will need to ditch it soon.

Fortunately, you only need a tire to get your car on the road, and you have four right now. It would take time to change the tires and the truck's are larger, the tires should fit and its several hours till dawn.

While the back-road is deserted, you decide against speeding. Even with the open country, you noticed a few places to put a speed trap on your walk to the farm. With a naked teen and a stolen car, you really cannot afford a ticket right now.

For her part, Loretta fidgets quietly in the passenger seat. Even with the heater on, the creamy smooth skin you remember is blemished with goosebumps, though that should not surprise you. It is only natural to be afraid when you are ****. However, it is rather unnatural to have those other prominent bumps on her chest. Those diamond-cutter nipples could not be from cold with the balmy air pumping in from the engine. That combined with her blushing glances and rubbing thighs have you drawing conclusions.

"You've been awfully quiet, Loretta," you speak offhand, giving her plenty of time to respond.

She says nothing.

"I'm a little surprised. If you had screamed, your dad would've gladly shot me dead. Thank you for cooperating." You move your hand to her thigh.

She squeaks and tenses but her muscles shakily relax under your soothing strokes. You see her chest heave a bit more heavily from the corner of your eye; her breast roll with her breathing. You slowly move your hand up her thigh and rest your fingers on her trimmed bush. The blonde hairs are barely noticeable to the eye but they feel coarse and prickly. No longer stealing glances, Loretta stares at you with fearful eyes. This is all new to her, and she does not understand your effect on her. While she is confused by her own actions, her body clearly likes your treatment. Her lips part as she breathes through her mouth. Her legs creep apart, too slowly to see, but your hand feels her thigh slide apart.

You press your index finger against the farm girl's slit and slowly swipe up. She gasps when you finish with a flick to her overgrown clit. Your hand drifts back down, and you begin delicately kneading her mound, your thumb playing with her button. She tightens her thighs around your hand. Her eyes close as she submits to the pleasure. Her hands rise to her tits to increase her pleasure. you respond by increasing your hand movement. Your fingers dig into her crevices, spearing and scooping her virginal folds. Her trepidation wanes with every thrust, and soon she is grinding on your hand while her own hands maul her breasts, leaving red nail marks on her bounty. Her silence breaks as her moans and whines grow louder and louder till she screams at her peak.

You keep teasing the teen for the drive. What little energy she has after the first orgasm is consumed by the second. When you arrive at your car, you work the girl to one last climax before withdrawing your hand and giving a small kiss to her temple. Her slumped body swiftly pants itself to sleep.

Looking between the two cars, you realize that while the truck tire will fit on the car, it's bigger than the others and uneven tires are how you break an axle. Having to jack up four separate tires, it takes over an hour to get your front tires exchanged. Your car looks like a jumping whale now, but it'll have to do till you get some new tires. You stow the spare tire and transfer your luggage, sleeping Loretta included, to your car before heading off.