Rough take
774 Words
The truck rattled to a stop and sat
idling for a moment like a dog wagging
its tail before it fell silent. The driver
door creaked open and a man jumped
out.
Samantha felt a blush bloom across
her face. No, make that her whole body.
The man before her was…… gorgeous!
No, not really, but yeah…… he was.
In his appearance, he stated everything that he wasn’t. He wasn’t
from the city. He didn’t care what
someone might say about the way he
dressed and above all he looked like he
didn’t care to know your opinion at all
so much as he rather you respect him and
leave him to be himself.
In a way he reminded her so much of
her father that it hurt. That was the
emotional read she got on him but as for
the rest, well he was a complete stud
and she was helpless to escape anything
he might plan to do to her like any mare
caught in a corral with a stallion twice
her size.
Swallowing Samantha managed a
smile and said with a short wave,
“Hello, um…. could you help me? I’ve run into a spot of trouble and I need
some help getting my car back on the
road.”
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I’d heard every word spoken and all
the hearing of her voice did to assure me
of was that she was trouble wrapped up
in a pretty pink package that said unwrap
me and enjoy. Wary of her already as my
mind was already warring with my body
i stepped past her and went around the end of the little convertible.
What on earth would someone drive
a little pee scooter like this into rough
country like this for? I shook my head at
a lack for an answer to my unspoken
question. City person was the best answer that I could come up with.
City people were also known for not
being the brightest when it came to
coming out into the countryside. From
her accent I could tell that she was from
the East Coast. Probably the Carolinas.
I knelt down and glanced at the
damage more closely. She’d followed
me and breathy voiced she asked, “Can
you fix it?”
I looked up and fought a small war to
keep from overly taking in the view of
her lace encased breasts that showed all
too clearly through the see-through
blouse she wore. She’d bent over
toward me slightly, but now quickly
straightened up and stepped back as I moved to get up off my knees.
“Nope.” I stated with emphasis.
She stared at me blankly and then
managed to say, “But it’s just a tire isn’t
it?”
I shook my head no, “No, the whole
axle broke. This car is not going
anywhere ma’am. The nearest town is 40
miles that way and that’s where I’m
headed. If you want, you can ride along.”
She looked the way I had pointed
and in the moment of her looking away, I
allowed myself to take in the bombshell
like material this girl was constructed
of. She wasn’t short and she wasn’t tall.
Her skin was quite white due to her fiery
red hair, which I took as being natural and not synthetically derived at.
Although her skin was very white
she had color to it via the masses of
freckles that she was covered in that
gave her an almost suntanned look.
There was certainly a lot of her to be
seen, from her painted toenails tracing
upward to her defined calves and then to
her softly proportioned thighs that
although full had no signs of extra flesh
on them.
Her blue jean shorts stuck to a pair
of wide flaring hips and then indented
incredibly far in a tiny waist located
above and inny belly button that I could
clearly see through her see-through
gauze shirt. A diamond sparkled within
it and around it her belly was a soft pool of smooth flesh that said she took care of
herself, but wasn’t a workout fiend
either.
Her torso broadened back out the
higher it went until her chest took over.
Her breasts were a generous handful.
They were actually larger than one
would have expected for her frame size
and yet they entirely fit in with the
perfect hourglass dimensions of her.
Her arms and shoulders were
rounded off femininely, but she had
definition that echoed to the fact that she had been no stranger to work during her
life. Her hands were small and her
fingers articulated as if she was used to
doing detailed practices with them.
- Writer
