Part 2

We drove on in silence for a good while. The battering immensity of the sky outside filling that absence of conversation. I tried to focus on keeping our rickety great carriage from sailing off into a ditch. She seemed to just be taking time to adjust to a world which was no longer pouring down on her. Drip, drip, drip; went the sound of her every angle depositing itself onto my floor and seats. Probably the nearest thing they'd had to a clean in months I mused… and certainly not an imprint I was sorry to see being left.

I stole glances at her when I could, though trying not to ogle like some slack-jawed and shameless old creep. The soft curve of her jaw-line and sharp angles of her bare legs told stories of a beauty beyond question. Far too fair a being to be left wandering the roadsides and scooped up into such a garbage strewn carriage as this. In trepidation I scanned for any telltale bruises or signs of a life mistreated… but she was unblemished, at least visibly. No evidence given at all as to why she had arrived in the sorry state I'd found her. And my honest evaluations in that regard were all too quickly overcome… for I could not fail to notice how, in the rise and fall of her chest: The young lady's physicality was on full display. No bra held back the way her sodden top clung tightly to cold-inspired protrusions.

After 10 minutes or so, the prickling breath of the heater seemed to rouse her from her thoughts; and make her aware of the puddles she was still yet forming. The girl looked around the rest of my cab in open curiosity. Clearly taking some measure of me from the mess I chose to exist in. What conclusion she took from those observations, I couldn't be sure of at all… but she took note of one old thing I'd left hanging upon the wall.

"Can I borrow that shirt?" The stranger asked, without a hint of insecurity.

"Sure." I replied, warmly as I could. Of course the poor thing was still freezing, sodden as she was. The idea that my worn, stained and red-checked raiment might bring some comfort to those shoulders pleased me, however damp it might get.

What happened next, however, set an old heart a-racing to the very point that I was genuinely afraid it might give out then and there… if we didn't swerve off the road into a fiery demise before it got the chance.

The girl simply reached her arms up and lifted off her waterlogged top. Peeling it from her own pinkness and tugging it straight over her head. All of a sudden I was blessed not just by a pretty, young guest in the close and cozy confines of my cab… but by a topless one, worthy of the front cover of any number of magazines I might have squirrelled away in the hidden recesses behind her. Her breasts were prim and pert and perfect, far from the sagging and weary things my last few meagre liason's with those of her fairer sex had involved. They bounced free with an eye-catching glisten courtesy of the heavens above and it was only by similar graces that the swerve they caused in me sent us into the empty, far lane and not a ditch.

I recovered our course, by muscle memory and the skin of my teeth. Yet, the girl barely gave a glance upward. She was already moving down to further tasks. Wriggling her half-naked self out of those tightened, wet shorts with a struggle that called to mind all the greatest steps in our evolution up till now. Like a fish first breaking the surface and clambering its way onto land… that teenage beauty took a step forward that could never again be reversed or forgotten. Revealing to me the pristine vision of a pair of red and lacy panties. She shimmered, there in the dirty confines of my old truck’s cab. Unveiled in a way that made everything else seem grey and distant. It was oil and water, almost… a vision in the foreground that simply could not co-exist with her surroundings.

Yet, if she even noticed my shock and awe… the fae creature did not acknowledge it. She took the time to hang up her own sodden articles, still fully bared, before reaching to pull down my own meagre offering. She wrapped it around her shoulders and stuck her arms through the sleeves, but made no move toward fastening a single button. So now, there we were sat… a greying trucker with trembling palms… and a goddess in naught but his shirt and her panties, with an open view from neck to navel of all the lord had given her.