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As I was returning home from a trip, my car started making weird noises and the transmission began to jerk. I pulled off the interstate at the next exit and followed the sign to Randallville, three miles.It turned out to be a small town with a post office, a grocery store, a bar, a hardware store, and a gas station. Over the bay doors of the gas station was a welcomed sign; “Jerry’s Auto Repairs.”I spoke with Jerry, who was the owner, and explained what the car had been doing on the interstate. He assured me that it should be nothing serious and he could check it out and have the car ready in two to three hours.“You can wait at the house, there, up the hill. Audrey will take your payment and I’ll call when your car is ready,” he said.I walked up the gentle slope behind the garage to the small house at the top of the hill. It was an old wood-framed house, recently painted white with black trim around the windows. I knew the paint was recent because there were paint cans sitting on the porch with paintbrushes lying nearby.I knocked and entered when I heard a female voice, “It’s open, come on in.”There was a desk just inside the door, which evidently functioned as the office. The rest Anadolu Yakası Escort of the room was a living room, with a sofa, chairs, a television, and a bookshelf.The woman came out from behind the desk and shook my hand. Soft, delicate fingers, light grip, almost sensual. She was tall, looking directly at me with her soft green eyes. Her hair was in a sloppy ponytail, strands hanging haphazardly into her face. A face that showed a sadness, a loneliness that comes from frustration and perhaps endless wanting.Her smile was kind and genuine as she spoke. “Jerry will call when your car is ready. Just have a seat anywhere and make yourself comfortable.”I took a seat on the overstuffed sofa, worn but comfortable. She followed and sat next to me, closer than a stranger would.I’m Audrey; what’s your name?”“Will. Nice to meet you, Audrey.”“Where are you from?” she asked.“Tampa.”“You’re still a ways from home, then.”“Yeah, I might spend the night somewhere if I can get the car fixed.”“You could stay here; I live here by myself, so I have room.”“What about Jerry?”“Jerry lives with his wife in Clanton. I just do the books for his garage.”“That’s kind Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan of you to offer but I don’t think that would be very appropriate.”“Why not? I’m not afraid of you. In fact, I find you quite attractive.”“Thank you, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable.”“Are you married?” she asked.“No.”“Then why you wouldn’t want to spend the night with a strange woman?”“Well, it’s not that, but it could lead to something we don’t want.”“You mean sex? And what makes you think I would not want that?”“We don’t really know anything about each other.”“What’s that got to do with having sex?”“Nothing, I guess.”“Let me tell you something: I would be willing to trade sex for repair costs. So, you and I could have sex and then you drive away, repairs completed, at no cost.”“It might be expensive to repair the car; Jerry would be losing a lot of money.”“I keep the books so I can take care of that.”“Why me?”“Look at me, Will. I’m not pretty. I don’t have a perfect body. There are few men in town who are not married. When I go to the bar with my friends, I always come home alone. I just want some sex with a man.”“For some reason, Audrey, sex with Escort Anadolu Yakası you is becoming more and more alluring. If we decide to have sex, I will still pay for my car repairs.”“Then, let’s have a beer or two, or three to help us decide to have sex!” she said happily. She went to the kitchen and returned holding the necks of two beer bottles in each hand. We sat there drinking while she told me her desires and fantasies. She was just like any other woman, just wanting to enjoy the closeness of sex with a man, even once in a while.Before long I realized that I wanted her. I didn’t pity her; I just wanted her. I wanted to make her feel like a woman, to worship her, and to make her feel wanted.“Where’s your bedroom?” I asked.Her face lit up with a smile as she jumped up, grabbed my hand, and led me to her bedroom. It was small, with a twin-size bed, a chair and a dresser with a lamp on it. Two walls opposite each other were painted light purple, the other two walls facing each other were light gray. She saw me staring at the walls. There were no windows.“I tried to make the room look larger but I’m still experimenting with colors,” she said.“You might have Jerry, or someone put in a window or two. Letting in more light will make it seem bigger.”She was taking off her blouse and her bra as I spoke. Her breasts were small with tiny dark nipples. As she slipped off her jeans, she turned around with her back to me and slipped off her panties. She had a slender body, long legs, and a shapely rear end.
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