Cheryl shrugs her shoulders and says, "Sure, why not? Let me get my purse."
Cheryl darts to her car, and bends over, unknowingly revealing her fine young ass to
the driver of the seedy car, as she reaches for her purse.
"Alright then!" grins the driver, as he clears off the passenger seat of empty soda
cans, candy wrappers, and pornographic magazines. He takes a second to ogle
Cheryl's fine assets, as he picks something out from the corner of his mouth.
Cheryl returns with her purse, hops into the car, and the two drive away.
...
"You're lucky I came when I did, missy." says the driver, as they reach a speed of
69 miles per hour on the road. "There ain't hardly a soul that comes by on this road,
very often." The driver takes a non too subtle, devouring look at Cheryl and
continues, "Surely none as fine as you come around this way, either."
"You must be sweatin' to death in all this heat. Here, let me turn on the AC." With
that, the driver rolls up the window, and switches on the air conditioning unit in the
car. "By the way, my name's Ted. What's your name?"
"Cheryl" says Cheryl, as the two drive on down the road. She begins to feel
uncomfortable, at the way Ted has been staring at her during the short few minutes
of their introduction.
"Well, Cheryl, I say we have about twenty or so miles till the next gas station. So
I suggest you get a bit comfortable till then."
"Ok, thanks." says Cheryl, uncertainly. |