Texas Panhandle

Celeste is attractive and petite she is the one people equated to dynamite. She is perky and energetic, always the one to have that winning idea and the energy to carry it through. At twenty eight she had risen through the ranks of her company quickly. However, it is on a business trip that her luck took a sudden turn for the worse. Insisting on driving through the vast empty spaces of west Texas is her first mistake. How is she to know that on immensely long stretches of highway you can still get lost? Flat landscapes look all the same no matter how you turn. To add insult to injury her rental car decided to break down. A flat directed her to the side of the road where habit led her to turn off the car. Getting out and checking for a spare led to yet another indication that luck had turned it’s back on her… no spare. Standing there along a deserted looking stretch of road, no town in sight, no other car in sight she cursed and kicked at the ground with high heeled pumps.

The sun beamed down upon black tar highway as it always did in Texas…hot. She soon is shrugging out of pale blue dress suit jacket and tossing it into the back seat while she sat in the driver’s seat contemplating. A turn of the key had left her with the knowledge that the car had become a turncoat. One hand lifted up the mass of dark hair while the other held a client folder to fan pale skin under the lacey camisole blouse she wore. Afternoon is slipping into evening though the heat didn’t seem to notice. At one point a car happened down the lonely stretch of road only to pass her by without a care. She gave no thought to the dangers of being alone, female, and stranded. All she cared about is getting to the nearest town since out in the middle of no where, cell phones take a vacation.

An hour or so after her only sighting of what could have been a human behind the wheel of that lone car she hears the approach of another. Getting out of her dead shell of a vehicle she stood by the road and waved until the beat up old truck rolls to a slow stop. Dangers? She won’t let herself dwell on those despite her run of terrible luck. My truck stops behind her dead car and she stood patiently while I climbed out of the cab. Plaid red shirt, mostly unbuttoned. ” Hi.” Celeste gushing words, ” Oh I’m so glad to finally see another person! My car decided it was quitting time before it got me to where I was trying to get which in itself seems like a comedy of errors in getting lost. Is it always so hot. Do you know anything about fixing this pile of junk? Oh but that probably wouldn’t help anyway it’s got a flat and no spare.” Bubbly rambles accompanied by a sweet smile on a curvatious vivacious woman…. it is forgivable.

I told her ” My cattle ranch is not far from here. You can spend the night and in the morning, we can get your car repaired.” Celeste, at 28, is very attractive. At 5′ 5″ and just 118 lbs. She works out regularly and her dark shoulder length hair and dark eyes attracted more than her share of longing stares from men and women alike. Although not busty, Celeste has an hourglass figure and tight butt. It was her looks that caught my eye when Celeste was standing nest to her car waving her arms. I’m a big man and would never let a good-looking woman get away. When I felt the urge, I would look through my black book or go out to a nightclub. My cattle ranch is fifty miles from the nearest town here in the panhandle of Texas. ” She’s alone,” I thought to myself. I had already
noticed she wasn’t wearing a wedding band. I also took note that Celeste is wearing a pullover light dress
that did little to hide her firm breasts. I noticed her hesitation, I said ” The nearest town is approximately a 100 miles away.”

” I’m going to make you appreciate being a woman.” Celeste suddenly realized the danger she is in. Since the truck is travelling slowly, she attempted to open the door and leap out. However, she quickly discovered her door is locked and the mechanism to unlock it has been removed. Celeste begins to scream, but I slapped her hard across the face. Celeste cried, leaning against the window as I run my hand up her smooth leg. ” Don’t cry now, honey. You be begging for my big cock once I’m finished with you,” I taunted. Soon my hand reached her crotch and Celeste closed her legs tightly to protect herself from my invading fingers. ” Open your legs,” I commanded. Celeste refused as the truck entered an empty garage. Slowly her legs opened, allowing me access to her pussy. As the garage door closed, I licked my fingers slipping them under Celeste’s dainty panties. My wet fingers found her clitoris and started to rub it as Celeste continues to cry. ” Please don’t do this to me!” Celeste implored as I continued working on her little bud. I temporarily stopped, as I pulled her from the truck. I took her to another room that contained some office furniture and a mattress in the corner.