The car is stuffed

'Look', I motion to her to come and look under the hood. 'This', I say pointing to a hose in the engine 'should be connected to here, and I think the car is pretty well stuffed. If you like, I can give you a lift to the nearest town'.

I can tell she is dead against this, but what choice does she have? We're in the middle of no where and I hadn't seen a car for hours apart from hers. 'Come on', I say in my most friendly, laid back voice, 'I won't bite!' She starts to explain her boyfriend is expecting her to meet him at the next town and that he'll kill her if she's late. 'I'm always late,' she exclaimed, 'but I really do try to get to places on time', she insists sullenly, trying to get me on her side.

'I'm sure you do', I agree with her. 'I won't let you be late, quick, hop in the car and you'll be there in no time'. Her big eyes look up at me again, a little watery with worry. 'Ok', she agrees, 'let's go'. She grabs some things from the car and gets in the passengers side.

We start driving and I make friendly chatter, asking her about her job and boyfriend. I make no efforts, however, to hide the massive hard on that is straining my shorts. I pull the car over, not wanting to wait to put my plan into action any longer.

'I just have to grab some water from the back', I say, getting out and opening the trunk. As I get back in the car I offer some water to her. As she reaches out I grab her wrist with one hand, and with the other pour water down her chest.

She jumps back against the car door, exclaiming, but I lean over and empty the container on her breasts, so it pools at her crouch on the vinyl seat cover. 'Ahh', she cries, squirming in the seat, 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!'. I can clearly see her bra-less breasts moving under her shirt as she attempts to free herself from my grip.

'You needed to cool down', I reply. She looks up at me, drips of water on her frowning face 'Ooh, I thought you were a nice guy', and moves her free hand to cover her breasts. I slam on the accelerator and keep going, letting her go. 'You're an asshole', she tells me, 'just let me out.' I tell her I'm sorry, I thought she was 'hot', and chuckling resign myself to watching her breasts through the thin damp material of her dress.

We're not far now from the destination and night has fallen during the drive. My frustrations have grown during the journey and I have to have this sweet maiden soon. I look down at her with her tanned knees pressed together and her hands ridicously covering half-exposed breasts. We arrive at the town and pull over into the dark parking lot of the roadhouse where the boyfriend is supposed to be.

She can't say 'thanks' quick enough and jumps out of the car. I jump out just as fast and meet her before she's taken two steps. She stands facing me, holding her bag in front of her with both her hands. 'Just hold it there a second girl', I tell her. I move forward and reach out my hand to her right breast. I touch the easily discernible nipple through her top, sending a chill through her body. Her eyes close, and a moan escapes her lips just before I plant my mouth on hers.

'No,' she mumbles but my hand clamps down on the whole of her breast and she moves in closer to lean on me. As she melts in my hands I tell her to...