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The Day This Girls Car Broke Down



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Damn it was hot she thought to herself. The beads of perspiration running down the small of her back and pooling at the top of her shorts, soaking through the cotton. Eight miles back to the main road before she could hitch-hike, nobody ever used this deserted old crossroad. Chances of getting a ride are one in about a thousand... I might as well start walking and hope for someone to come by. Curse this 110 degree heat anyway, and why didn't I get that jalopy fixed last week when I had the time? She asked out loud, to the birds presumably, because they all took off chattering and chirping as if in answer at her as she raised her voice... No one around, she removed her tank top wiping her brow with it. Walking now in only her shorts and brassiere, ~ a little cooler but not much ~ she decided to step into the shade and rest before going to the second half of the main road. Parting the tree branches, she spotted a secluded lake. Just what I need, she thought as she smiled, a swim to cool off... She stripped off her clothes, hanging them over a tree branch and dove in. The water was quite cool and startled her, and she gasped as she went in, her nipples immediately perking to sharp points. But the water was so damn refreshing she couldn't help it and dove under the water again wetting her hair. She was under the surface and didn't see him watching her. He arrived as she splashed under the water. He went to look through her clothing, and he saw all except panties. Naturally, he figured she was wearing them as a bathing suit. She came to where she could touch bottom with her feet and stood up, revealing her supple cleavage to his gaze. He couldn't help but smile. "Been here long?" he asked. She nearly jumped out of her skin and feebly tried to cover herself as she gazed up at the most gorgeous cop she'd ever seen. It just so happened to be the very same cop that made her wet with his deep voice when he stopped her for speeding a month or so ago. He was thirty-ish with short dark hair, dark blue eyes that were almost black, and a well muscled form from all the training he undoubtedly had received. Damn, she was leaking again... Good thing she was in the water. Stammering, she replied, "Ummm, n-n-no… I just got here, actually... Was walking and almost passed out from the heat, so I had to cool off." "I see," he replied, "So that's your car a ways back?" he asked. "Yes, that's my hunk of junk," she responded. Chuckling, he replied that it seemed to be running fine the last time he had seen her. She giggled and admitted, "Yes, I guess it was, huh?" and began walking up to him as he handed her clothes out to her. He blushed beet red and turned his head, avoiding her gaze as she emerged. Her clean-shaven bareness was revealed to him, and she made no attempt to cover herself. "You act as if you've never seen a naked woman before Mr. Police Officer," she jokingly commented. "Well, at least none as beautiful or as uninhibited as you seem to be," he responded. As she retreived her bra from him, she began dressing. She turned around, holding the clip hook ends of the bra strap and backed herself up towards him. "Would you mind please? Since you're here and all?" A bit taken aback, but slightly turned on, he stuttered, "Ummm, n-n-not at all." As he reached out to grab her bra straps to hook them together, their hands touched. She felt what could only be described as electric shocks that shot through her fingers straight to her womanhood. God, he made her wet so easily! She leaned over, pointing her ass at him as she slipped one foot through the leg of her shorts. He could see her wetness as he blushed again. She noticed that he had a rather definite bulge in his uniform pants. "Are all officers this well trained in self discipline?" she queried. "Most men would have already tried to jump me when I bent over in front of them like that." He chuckled and replied, "Well, we like to think we are." He continued watching her as she raised her arms high, lifting her breasts higher for his benefit as her tank top slid down over them. "So are you going to take me back to town or call me a towtruck or what?" she asked. "I think I may be able to help you get your car running again. We'll see if that works first," he replied. "Okay, but do I have to ride in the back like a criminal or can I ride in the front?" she asked playfully. "You can ride up front with me but you need to promise not to touch anything in the car okay?" "Allright, I won't, no problem," she said, "I won't touch anything in the car." Once seated and buckled in, the handsome cop started the car and it purred like a kitten to her. "Well-maintained, like it's driver," she thought, as she eyed his more pronounced bulge (She could really notice it since he was sitting now.) He revved the engine a little before putting the car in gear. She couldn't help but giggle a little bit. He eyed her questioningly. "What's so funny?" he asked. "Uhh, nothing except there seems to be more than one engine revving right now... three in fact," she said as she smiled provocatively at him, eyeing his groin. He shifted in his seat slightly, a little uneasy with her forwardness. "Well, it's not every day a guy sees such a sight walkin' into view as I just did... And even cops are human you know." She grinned slyly and agreed, "Yeah, I know... I was counting on that, actually." She began to spread her legs slightly and sat up straight, making her nipples practically poke out through her tank top. Mischievously smiling as she eyed his bulge, which was growing with her increased flirtations. "Looks like my car isn't the only thing that needs servicing either, Mr. Policeman." He could not help but stare at her breasts. "Ummmmm, no, I mean yes, it looks that way from ,too," he replied as he watched her nipples denting the cotton tank top. "So, how far are policemen trained in the service of the public?" she asked him. "We do whatever it takes to keep the peace and enforce order," he responded quite matter-of-factly. "Ooooooh, you're so serious... You are... That word enforce is so strong and harsh sounding, hehe, I like it." She grinned as he blushed again and turned the car around, avoiding the subject that she was hinting at, knowing that he couldn't do what he wanted to and still respect himself as a police officer. They drove in silence to her car, and he was keeping his eyes on the road, trying to avoid worsening his situation. He pulled up nose-to-nose to her car in case she needed boosting, and they both stepped out of the cruiser. "Pop the hood," he told her, "so I can take a look at what's going on." She opened the door and did as she was told. "Well," he said, "try to start it so I can listen for trouble." She turned the key and nothing happened. "I think you may have flooded it when you tried to restart it before on your own," he told her, "and there's no spark... I think you may have a cable off somewhere. Now Call to hear to hear the rest!