57 Chevy
She arises out of nowhere on a deserted stretch of road.
Where the dry land shimmers with heat, where you can see for miles the endless ribbon of hot asphalt stretched out in front of your eyes, he sees his first glimpse of her. He thinks at first it's a mirage, the turquoise and white Chevy, with a blonde girl sitting on its hood. But he slows from an 85 mile an hour clip to a snail's pace just to see if she'll vanish as soon as he approaches. He stops his battered pick-up when he realizes that she is no mere apparition.
Like a phantom from his wet daydreams there she is, her long smooth legs dangling beyond the thin dress. Pale pink, peach and faded yellow flowers meander about the transparent fabric, while the dress barely covers her slinky limbs and her thin torso. In the light he sees through the fine material, how her large breasts are pushed against the flowers, how her waist curves, how her hips below blossom, and how she parts her legs so he can see the outline of her cunt. There's even a damp spot on the dress where she's pressed her fingers to her hole and the juice has stained it.
“Car broke down?” he asks.
He squints facing the sun, raising his hand over his brow so he can see her better. Tanned arms reveal downy sunbleached hair, matching the wind blown straw colored locks that dangle in his face.
“I think so,” she says giggling, though she doesn't make an effort to move. “You know something about cars?” Something sensuous about her lips, he wants to move right in and kiss them.
“Yeah, sure,” he says. He runs his hands through his hair, pushing it back, and startling blue eyes appear, framed by darker brows. His T-shirt hugs his chest, his nipples poking through as clearly as hers poke through her dress.
He can't help staring down at her as she bends her knees up to her chest and parts her legs wide. Where her ass meets the hood of the Chevy he can see her bare pink cunt. Caught off guard he stares beyond his embarrassment, as the sun bounces off the gold rings embedded in her labia. Six, he thinks, three on either side, and one wet hole between, he sees glisten in the sun
