Nope.

It tried, it really did. I could faintly hear the sound of it trying, but it just wasn't happening. I was thankful that I had closed the priming screw, but with all this rain I was going to need some quick start for sure.

"Well shit." I slumped on the dash, defeated. "We're gonna need to get some quick start from the station. Ugh. That asshole again."

I felt Charlotte shiver. But she didn't complain out loud.

"Listen, we should get changed out of these Cold wet clothes. We're gonna get sick if we keep this up." As I spoke I squirmed out of the seat and started crawling to the back.

"You just want to see me naked! I didn't wear a bra! Pig." Charlotte teased, but there seemed a hint of real annoyance under that.

"Charlotte, I want to fuck you so bad, I want to watch your tits bounce from my thrust until I drive you against the window and they are crushed against it by the **** of our love making." I was almost to the back and I wasn't looking back at her as I spoke.

"But I won't, I only fuck women who want it. Besides, I knew you weren't wearing a bra from the beginning. I could have come up with half a dozen excuses to see you strip by now if I was a sleazeball. But I'm not, and I'm serious, Helen will kill me if let you get sick."

She seemed to soften at that, "Alright. I guess. Do you have anything to change into?" She started to creep towards the back too.

In answer I dug up the blanket we usually kept under the seat and handed it to her. I turned away, and trying to show I meant what I said, I stripped down to my briefs for her.

"Oh.. I do love that..." I heard her murmur to herself behind me. I turned and found she had stripped down behind me, her clothes lay on the floor, and she was huddled in the blanket, and apparently enjoying the sight she had of my nearly naked ass.

I appreciated the eye fucking she was giving me, but I was so cold that I didn't really care. I started shivering. Hard.

"Charlo-tte, w-w-would you m-mind at least c-coming closer w-w-with that blanket?" I stuttered out, rubbing arms to fight off the cold settling into my bones. She looked not much warmer than me.