His car brakes down

Arron was driving along when a freak storm came in. The sky darkened as as he drove and the sound of thunder was becoming more frequent. It was when the rain started to fall that he felt his car jerk. He didn't have to look to know that something had gone horribly wrong. He quickly pulled over and got out to see the damage. As water streaked his face he popped open the hood. A crack of thunder made him flinch, putting an exclamation point on the scene in his mind.

Arron looked at the engine while the rain chilled him to the bone. His wet clothes lay close to his skin, soaked and left him uncomfortable. He did his best but he just couldn't seem to manage figuring out what was wrong. He was bent over the car, his pants tight from the water, when he heard a truck pull up behind him. He looked over his shoulder and saw a large man get out of a tow truck and rush over.

"Would you like some help?" He said in a rich baritone.

"Yes, please. That would be-" He started to say but found himself stunned.

The man's eyes were a deep blue that pierced into him. He never seen a blue like that and it took him a moment to recover. The man asked where he was headed and Arron told him.

"I actually live in that neighborhood. How about I give you a tow?" the man offered.

"Thank you so much, I really appreciate it," Arron said in relief.

"Go ahead and dry off in the truck, I'll join you in a second," He told Arron.

Arron got in the passenger side and was immediately thankful for the heater. He leaned back, completely exhausted. He rested there as his clothes dried out and the man hooked up his car. His eyes grew heavy as he waited for the man to come back and was hardly aware what was happening to his clothes. As they dried, they grew tighter on him at different angles causing a feminine effect on his frame.

By the time the man came back, Arron was asleep. The man smiled at the sleeping form of the woman he thought he rescued.