Calling Christopher

Emma stands in just her heels and panties on the desolate sideroad and looks at her phone. She debates calling Christopher. She is rather at a disadvantage marooned in the boonies with no clothes and with cum on her face. Is that a weak play in the game of love? He didn’t seem to mind last week when he saw her distressed in his elevator. Again she finds herself a literal damsel in distress. Guys like saving girls, don’t they? Except for Officer Garcia, of course. If every man is like Officer Garcia, she’s really boned.

She texts Christopher. “i’m stranded in butt fuck nowhere. can u help?”

His response is quicker than she hoped. “omw. send your location”

Emma rushes to clean herself up. She swallows as much of the cum on her face as she can, and then clears the rest with the fresh wipes in her purse. She fixes her hair, and uses her compact to adjust her makeup. Whatever the circumstances, she can still take pride in her appearance. She leans back on a tree and lets the sun shine on her tits.

Christopher pulls up in his luxury sedan and steps out. His eyebrow is raised as he walks up. “You’re a vision, Emma. You should know that this is perfectly normal for me and I have had my usual busy day of chauffeuring naked beauties, but I’m glad I could squeeze you in between the other nymphs.”

Emma stands on her tiptoes and kisses him on the cheek. Her bare nipples brush against the fabric of his shirt. “Thanks for saving me, Christopher. I hope all those other nymphs know how good they have it. I certainly do.”

Christopher is hard to fluster. He loosens his cufflinks and takes off his shirt, wrapping it around Emma’s bare shoulders. She admires his broad, powerful shoulders as he does so. He stands in just an undershirt. “Let’s avoid public indecency charges for you until later, unless that’s what you’re into. Cops can be insufferable about seeing perfect breasts out and about. Whatever happened to you anyways?”

Emma laughs a little grimly. “A cop, actually. Campus police literally rode me out of town on a rail. This one seems to feel entitled to take a little more than a sprinkled donut and a hot coffee.”

Christopher looks at her attentively. “Did you catch a badge number?”

“Officer Garcia.”

“Officer Garcia,” Christopher chews the name. “So, where can I take you? I considered dinner and drinks at my place as a backup plan when I asked you out, but of course that’s the wrong thing right now.”

Emma leans on him a little. “I rather think your place sounds perfect, Mr. Christopher. Anywhere to get away from campus.”