She hops in.

"Thanks mister." said the young girl breathlessly. She opens the red sedan's door and gets in. "Thanks for the lift." she says as she settles in. Distracted, the young girl doesn't see the driver staring at her shiny wet legs or her heaving tits pressing against the wet fabric of her shirt with ever breath.

Tom Sullivan knew a fine piece of ass when he saw one, and any opportunity he might have to ogle one for any length of time he was gonna take.

"So what's your name sweety and where are we going?" asked Tom as he pulls back out into traffic.

"Stacie, and we actually, we have to go a little ways, if thats ok?" The nubile teen replies hopefully.

"Oh thats fine, I got nowhere to be, and I am always willing to help damsel's in distress."
Tom laughed."I'm Tom by the way. And made you want to run in the rain anyway?"

"Oh so much crap....." And with an outlet to vent on Stacie went on to tell Tom all about her trials and tribulations.

Listening to Stacie blather on gave Tom ample time to really admire the body next to him. Damn but she has a fine rack, the large man thought to himself. He could feel his dick getting hard just looking at her. He hadn't had sex with his wife in months and with a house full of kids like his, he hadn't gotten the opportunity to relieve the pressure for quite a long time. This teen in his car was almost too much.

"So here I am," finished the girl. A startled look comes over her face. "Oh I'm sorry, I think I've gotten you seat all wet." She leans forward jutting her chest out and turning to look at the upholstery, thereby giving Tom a full view of her wet t-shirt-covered titties.

Ogling the teen, Tom replies "Relax, nothing a little air won't fix." as he turns on the fan, quickly turning it to cool. Stacie sits back and lets the air flow over her. She is actually kind of sleepy. She hears rustling behinde her and she opens her eyes to see Tom reaching into the back seat.

"I have a towel, I think, so you can dry off." Tom says as he comes back front with a small dishrag in his hands. "it's not much but it should work." He hands it to her.

She laughs "thanks, I guess, but I dont know how much good this will do."

She begins to dry her arms and legs, feeling the strangely rough fabric wipe away the water on her bare skin. Feeling reasonably dry she leans back and closes her eyes. "You want to take a right on 102nd street." she says

"No Prob." Says Tom.

A short time passes when suddenly Stacie feels the towel moving across her leg again. She opens her eyes to see Toms big hairy hand sliding the towel over her now dry legs.

What is she to do?