Bonus Time! Offer her a ride

You slow down and pull onto the shoulder in front of her car. She walks toward the truck, as you roll the window down and observe her in the rearview mirror. She's wearing a short scoop-necked crop top shirt, which bares her belly, and the shortest pair of short-shorts you've ever seen. Her hips and tits sway as she walks -- she moves like a Swiss watch. Soon only her belly fills the mirror, and you can see she has a curved barbell in her belly button with a red stone in it. You turn as she leans on the window sill of the truck, giving you a great look down her shirt.

"Car trouble? Do you need a ride?" you ask with a grin.

She flashes her toothy smile and winks at you. "The radiator's blown. You got air conditioning?" To punctuate her question, a drop of perspiration slides down her chest into her generous shadowed cleavage. You look back up into her eyes, and her smile deepens. You nod and say, "Yup. Hop in!" She trots around the front of the truck, her tits bouncing like crazy. You lean over and pop the lock on the passenger side and turn up the AC as she approaches the door. She opens it and slides into the seat. You look over and can see most of the curve of her far boob down the scoop neck of her shirt.

"You want to go into the next town? It's about twenty miles." You smirk at her as you put the truck in gear.

"That would be great," she purrs as she shifts in the seat to lean against the door and face you. She curls her long legs on the seat cross-legged. Her shorts are pressed tight against her mound.

You drive for a few minutes, trying to think of something to say, and mostly just glancing at her. The cold air has her nipples poking into her top.