You weren't plannning to stop...

Just another deserted stretch of road... until you noticed an old red muscle car with its hood up. A woman in short denim shorts and a loose shirt, seemingly braless, stood next to it, brushing back a stray strand of hair, looking up and smiling.

"You think you can save me?"

You approached, pretending to know exactly what you were doing. She leaned over the engine next to you, her buttocks and legs tensed, laughing every time your shoulders accidentally brushed. The summer air was warm, the smell of gasoline mingled with her perfume. She unbuttoned her shirt because it was hot, exposing her breasts, and suddenly fixing the car didn't seem as important as finding another excuse to stay.

Minutes turned into hours. Cars drove by, but you couldn't stop kissing, and it was good that the seats were wide enough. You reached into her panties and found no resistance, she was so wet...

Maybe some cars break down for some reason... and maybe some roads lead somewhere much more exciting than where you were originally going. ❤️‍🔥