Desert Heat - Sex Stories

Desert Heat

... handsome, in a rugged small town kind of way. “Well, in that case, thank you, um, Steve,” she said reading the name embroidered on his work shirt. She laid out cash on the counter as he bagged her purchase. Nathan couldn't help watching as she walked back out to her car. He was pretty sure he was going to jerk off later thinking about this encounter. “Yep, that’s pretty much a given,” he said to himself alone in the store. Back in her car, Michelle placed the cold bottles of water in her mini cooler. As she turned her key, the engine made a puttering cough sound. “Oh no, Betty. Betty, come on,” she coaxed her car to turn over, yet it fail to come to life. “Oh Betty, I really thought you would make it. We've come so far. That’s okay, old girl, I’ll take a look at you,” Michelle said as she popped the hood of the car. Nathan watched the whole thing from the front door of the convenience store as she tried to get her engine to turn over to no avail. When the hood went up and she stepped out again, he made his way towards her. “Is everything okay?” Nathan asked as he approached. “Oh, it’s just Betty, I think she’s overheated.” “Betty?” Nathan asked with a teasing smile. “Yeah, so I named my car Betty. After one of my favorite actresses, Betty White.” “That’s cute, that’s real cute. So, let me take a look,” Nathan said pulling off his work shirt, revealing the white a-tank he wore beneath. Michelle couldn’t help but notice that Nathan had impressive toned arms and broad ...

... shoulders, For a second, she curiously wondered what the rest of him looked like. The white tank clung to his sun-tanned skin outlining his trim torso. As he leant over the fender of her car, Michelle unabashedly gave him the once over, smiling at what she saw. His faded denim jeans were fitted enough to show his lean muscular legs and tight ass. Michelle cleared her throat and straying thoughts, trying to stay focus on her situation, “So, what do you think? Something that can be fixed?” “Sure,” Nathan stood straight, wiping his oil covered hands on his shirt. “Like you said, it just overheated. I'll replace your coolant fluid. I suggest you wait awhile, let it cool off a bit, and try again. Temperature will probably drop in the evening, after the sunset.” Michelle sighed, “Well, that’s great,” she said sarcastically. “What do I do in the meanwhile?” Nathan grinned, “Well, I have some ideas, but we just met, so…” Michelle couldn’t help but smile at his obvious flirt, “How can you think about that when it’s so hot out here.” “There’s ways we can stay cool.” Nathan stepped toward her, placing his hands around her waist. Michelle thought he was really forward but didn’t back way. “You don’t even know my name,” Michelle said as his hands blazed a heated trail down her butt and over her hips, pulling her closer. “So, tell me. What is your name?” he smiled, rubbing his lips against hers. “Michelle,” she said before he captured her plump lips with his. In a move uncharacteristic of her, ...