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Leigh decides she's good to go and keeps going. She feels much more awake, and with her music blasting, the straight, empty road is downright fun. After an hour or so, she notices a car on the side of the road up ahead. As she gets closer, Leigh sees a woman in a business suit looking under her hood with a distraught look on her face. She's on the phone.

The woman angrily pulls the phone away from her ear and looks like she's considering throwing it. Sympathetic, Leigh pulls over behind her. She pulls up her pants and steps out of the car, waving at the woman.

Now that she's close, she can see the well-dressed woman is quite pretty. She is in her early thirties, with light brown hair and bright blue eyes. The curves of her figure look great in her blazer and pencil skirt, and her calves and lower thighs are fit and taut. Her dress shirt shows a fair amount of cleavage, and around her neck she wears a black choker with a silver heart at her throat. She towers over Leigh in her heels, but then again Leigh is quite small.

She waves back at Leigh and smiles graciously. "Thank you for stopping." She gestures at her phone. "I just tried calling my girlfriend, but she's not picking up."

Girlfriend? Leigh already found herself attracted to the woman, but now, knowing that she's gay, Leigh can't stop thinking about her fucking her girlfriend. She responds to the woman, trying to focus. "It's no problem. What's the matter?"

The woman responds, going on about whatever her car troubles are, but Leigh doesn't really hear. She's wondering how the two women prefer to fuck. What is their dynamic? Does the girlfriend like to wear a strap-on and bend this woman over their kitchen table? Does the woman sit on her girlfriend's face and grind, smothering her til she cums?

"Anyway," the woman is saying, "I guess the best thing now is to get a ride to town and let the towing company come get the car."

"Sure," Leigh says. "I can do that! What um...what's your name by the way?"

"Oh, I'm Rebecca," she says, and puts out her hand. "Yours?"

"Leigh," she responds, and can't help but notice that as they're shaking hands, Rebecca is staring unabashedly at Leigh's chest. Leigh glances down--her shirt is still unbuttoned halfway down her chest. She gasps. "Sorry!"

"No it's quite alright," Rebecca says, still staring. "Really, very alright."

"It um...got hot in my car," Leigh stammers out.

"I totally understand. If we're out here much longer, I'm going to have to start shedding layers."

"I um...that would...my car?"

"Oh yes," Rebecca says, and heads to her car to grab her things. Leigh follows, and is rewarded for doing so when Rebecca bends over at the waist, feet shoulder-width apart, to gather her stuff from the seat. Her skirt rides up, and Leigh is certain she can almost see the woman's underwear.

Suddenly she adjusts her legs a little further apart and bends a little further, and Leigh realizes she was wrong--because the woman isn't wearing underwear. Instead, Leigh has a clear view of her bare pussy and a little tuft of pubic hair. That had to be on purpose, Leigh thinks to herself.

Her heart is pounding and her cunt aching as Rebecca stands and turns. She smiles broadly. "Shall we?"

Leigh just nods and heads to her car. They both get in without a word, and Leigh starts her engine and heads to the nearby town. Every time Leigh looks over at Rebecca, she smiles, but neither says anything.

The car is silent until...