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Flat Tire

Late Friday afternoon, topped the week off for Jennifer as she ended up down a dark rural country road with a flat tire on her car and no phone signal. Her luck is about to change. Jennifer had spent a lovely evening at a dinner party, thrown by me at my country estate. She had dressed to kill and is wearing her new halter neck, black mini dress that barely covers her ass and her six inch black stiletto knee high boots. All this topped off with some vampish red lipstick and her long black hair down her back. Anyway, after a lovely meal and stimulating conversation it is time to head home. John Malone, my agent and lawyer lived in the middle of the country and what is supposedly a road, is in fact, more like a one lane dirt path. Jennifer thought she had hit a pot hole or something similar and before she could swerve to avoid it, it is too late and pop went her tire. Shereached for her cell phone and realized that she had no phone signal to call anyone and she certainly isn't going to go trekking for help in her six inch heels. She decided to wait it out until someone drove past. Jennifer had been sitting there for just over an hour getting more and more frustrated, when she saw headlights in the dark. She got out of the car and started waving frantically for the car to stop. God knows what they must have thought of her, standing there like some deranged woman! Her luck is about to change, as the car pulls over stopping right behind her. Out stepped John, unexpected surprise ...

... " Hello", she said shyly, feeling a bit of an idiot after all the frantic waving. " Hello, Jennifer." "What seems to be the problem?" I ask. Jennifer explained about her tire while checking me out at the same time. The more she looks at me, the more attracted to me she became. Jennifer just realized I was over 6 foot tall, chunky build, but not fat, with gray hair and green eyes. I had a sly grin, she noticed, along with a naughty twinkle in my eye. Jennifer caught me looking at her on the sly while we were chatting, with her imagining what I was thinking, especially dressed how she is. Jennifer bent over slowly to show me which tire needed attention and she feels her black dress slowly riding up her thighs. She imagines the view I'm getting of her lacy panties (red to match my lipstick) peeking out from under her dress, so she bent over some more. Jennifer has always been a tease and this is something she can't resist doing. " The spare is flat too." She told me. " We are miles from a open garage, they are closed at this time of night. But I can have it fixed at the estate Jennifer, my grounds keeper has repair kits and compressors." I said. " That would be fantastic, I would certainly pay you." She told me as I picked up the old tire and rolled it towards truck. " You better come with me, it's not safe to be out here alone now that it's dark." I said so she thought it was a good idea grabbing her purse then locked the car. Jennifer sat near me, it seemed like we had been ...