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  In Need of a Tow

  By Vivian Vincent

  Acknowledgments

  I’d like to thank Dakota Trace for her hours of patience in editing for me. I’d also like to thank my dad for giving me support and encouragement in my writing. This story has always been one of his favorites. I love you, dad. This story is dedicated to you.

  CHAPTER ONE

  I’d reached a point in my life where I was very unhappy most of the time. My husband was the CEO of a major corporation headquartered in Michigan, so money had never been an issue with us and there was always plenty in the bank. We met in college and were married after a six-month courtship. We were happy and in love for a long time, but lately— over the last few years—the spark is gone. I'm pretty sure he's having an affair, but at this point it doesn't even bother me that much. It keeps me free to concentrate on myself and my own needs.

  Living in an affluent suburb of Detroit, there's never a shortage of places to shop, so I make sure I hit all the stores in the area as often as possible. When I'm not shopping or visiting with friends I just take a drive in the country—when my car is running that is. Sure, we have other cars, but when we bought the car I currently drive, we agreed it was mine and only mine. I never wanted to drive anything else. It's a late model Mercedes we bought previously owned. It needed some work when we bought it two years ago and my husband only relies on one mechanic to work on his cars.

  The mechanic's name is Al and he owns a little car repair shop on the outskirts of town. Sure there are other mechanics, Al is usually reliable, when we can get an appointment, but he refuses to hire any other mechanics, so he's always backed up. If you need work done on your car, you have to wait for him to get to it or get it towed to the next repair shop about ten miles away. Sometimes I think he takes shortcuts on his repairs to lighten his work load and speed up his productivity. I've had my car in to Al on more than one occasion for the same problem.

  My husband called and informed me he'd be out of town for the next month on business. I decided to take a little road trip to visit some old friends in northern Michigan. The day started out uneventful. I packed a few things into a suitcase and made sure everything was taken care of at the house before I left. Stewart, our butler helped me load my suitcase and cooler with ice, water and sodas into the car and assured me the house would still be standing when I got back. His daughter lived in our guest house for a short time and had many wild parties at our expense when we were away, but he assured me there would be no reason for worry this time.

  * * * *

  I was about fifty miles from my destination when my car died. I managed to coast off to the side of the two-lane road and noticed the Service Engine light was on. I flipped the switch to turn on my hazard lights and rifled through my purse for my cell phone. Unfortunately, I was in an area where cell phones were essentially paperweights so I couldn't even call the auto club for a tow to the nearest service station. I did see a small house about a quarter mile back so decided to walk there and ask if they had a phone I could use.

  It was unusually hot for mid-April especially in northern Michigan. Thankfully, I dressed comfortably with a pair of loose fitting shorts, sneakers and a light blouse. I grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler then began walking back in the direction I’d just come from to find the house and hopefully call for a tow truck.

  When I finally arrived at the house, a cautious woman peeked through the curtain. I told her my name and why I was there and she allowed me to come in to use her phone. I had a bit of trouble getting someone to come out there at first, but she managed to talk them into coming to help me. She explained to me Ron's Repair Shop was the closest place and they’d been to her house before because of her son and the troubles he’d had with his cars in the past, but she always had difficulty getting them to come out because she was so far away from everything.

  "Brian will be here in about a half an hour. He's the owner's son and he drives the tow truck," she said as she sat down at the table with me and we waited.

  "Thanks for getting someone to come out here, I just don't know what I would’ve done if I couldn't have gotten a tow.” I smiled and wondered why I hadn't just called AAA in the first place and avoided this whole mess. I made my call to the auto club and gave them the information they needed.

  "What's a beauty like you doin' trav'lin' alone?" she asked.

  "My husband is away on business for a few weeks, so I decided to go visit some friends up in Traverse City for a few days. His mechanic does the work on all our cars, but mine always seems to need the most work and always for the same things." I took a sip of the ice water she’d given me. "And thanks for the compliment; it's nice to hear once in awhile."

  She smiled and we watched out the window for the tow truck to arrive. She wasn't wrong; I was still a beauty at forty-two. With shoulder length wavy brown hair and brown eyes, I worked out several days a week, so I was in really great shape. My age doesn't hinder my appearance in the least. When I wore sexy clothes, I looked good and I knew I could turn quite a few heads, but today was a conservative day, more for comfort than fashion.

  "It's awfully hot for April, isn't it?" I asked as I noticed she didn't seem to be minding the heat at all, even though it was slightly stuffy in her house.

  "Seems to be, but I keep the AC running pretty much from April first to October first whether I need it or not and I rarely go out."

  After what seemed like longer than half an hour, the tow truck finally arrived. I gathered up my purse and thanked the woman for her hospitality then went out to meet the driver.

  Brian looked to be about twenty-one years old and stood about six feet tall with smoldering green eyes and light brown hair that stopped just below his collar. He wore a black muscle shirt and tight blue jeans and from what I could tell, he was no stranger to the gym. He was muscular all over and I'm sure he drew attention wherever he went. I couldn't take my eyes off him and I felt something stir deep inside of me as he approached.

  "Mrs. Hanson?" he asked, and I noticed his eyes roaming up and down my body.

  "Uh—yeah—um—please, call me Katherine." I stammered as I tried to focus on the problem at hand and not this Adonis that stood before me.

  "Let's go get that car of yours, huh?" He shook my hand and directed me to the passenger side of the tow truck.

  My libido kicked into over drive and I suddenly felt dampness between my legs. His hand gently grazed my ass while he helped me into the truck. He then leaned across my lap as he fastened the seat belt, explaining it didn’t work quite right.

  Oh please, don’t move just yet. I felt his muscular body across my legs and a hot jolt of awareness when his bare arm made contact
with mine. God he smells good! He seemed to move in slow motion and I had the opportunity to breathe him in. My head swirled with the masculine scent of his cologne mixed with the slight hint of soap.

  He walked around to the driver's side again and I had to fight hard not to stare at his every move. As he climbed into the truck, I admired the way his jeans clung to his lean legs, as if they were made specifically for him. I felt my heart race as he grabbed the clipboard on the seat between us and thought how foolish I was to think a perfect young stud like this could possibly be interested in a woman twice his age. I kept my focus straight ahead for the short drive to my car.

  Before we got out he said, "AAA called and said your tow was paid for, you just need to sign a few papers, Mrs. Hans—um—Kathy." He smiled handed me the clipboard.

  "Okay." I grabbed the clipboard from him hoping he didn't notice how much I was trembling. When I took the pen from him, our fingers touched and we both looked away, blushing.

  "I do some work for the garage every now and then, do you want me to take a look under your hood?" he asked. As we stood beside my car, I had the opportunity to get a good look at him. He was magnificent.

  "Uh—um—well—if you think you can find the problem.” I tried not to think about the effect he was having on me.

  "Keys," he said as he held his hand out to me.

  I stood staring at him then he snapped his fingers in front of my face and whistled. "Hello? Keys. I can't get under your hood unless you unlock the car, ma'am."

  I brought myself back to reality. He took the keys from my outstretched hand while I continued to stare at him.

  "You can sit up in my truck if you want, it's pretty dang hot out here."

  "Oh, thanks, I think that’d be great."

  Had it really been so long that I've felt this way? One look at a perfect man like this had me so aroused, I wanted him to take me right then and there on the side of the road. Even though my husband Bill and I had grown apart over the years, he was still a good provider financially, but physically and emotionally, I haven't felt loved or desired in years.

  With the exception of a few nights here and there, I think he was finding sex elsewhere, leaving me alone and unsatisfied. I sat and watched Brian while he tinkered with my car and found myself fantasizing about being sprawled on the hood, with Brian over me, fucking me senseless.

  I was completely entranced when I heard the door of the truck open. Brian said something as he climbed back in to position it around and get it ready to tow my car. He got out and closed the door before I could respond which was a good thing because I don't think he even noticed I didn't hear a word he'd said.

  As Brian secured my car, I stared straight ahead, still daydreaming about him. I couldn't help myself any longer and slipped one hand under my blouse. My nipples were hard and aching to be touched. I was shaken from my vision by the loud thunk of the flatbed securing into place.

  How can I get him to notice me? I straightened my blouse and undid the first two buttons so there was a bit more cleavage exposed when he looked at me again.

  It seemed to have worked. When he climbed back into the truck, he smiled and then looked away, blushing like a schoolboy. I could tell he liked what he saw, but that's probably as far as things would go between us.

  He leaned over me again and grabbed the seatbelt to help me fasten it. I sat completely still. He was so close, I could feel his breath on my neck when he reached around me for the seat belt. My heart raced again. Oh god how I wanted him. He honked as we drove by the elderly woman's house and I sat there silently wondering if he knew what I had been thinking.

  Even though it only took about twenty-five minutes to get back to Ron's Repair Shop it seemed much longer because neither of us spoke. If it hadn't been for the CB radio, the silence would have driven me crazy.

  A very loud voice came over the radio. “Brian, where are you? What's your E.T.A.?"

  Brian grabbed the mike off the hook on the side of the radio. "Dad, we'll be there in about ten minutes. I wanted to see if I could at least try to get the car started for her." He glanced over my way, smiled and blushed again.

  "Well hurry it up. We wanna close up for the night."

  "Just go, dad, I'll lock up when I get there."

  "Okay, fine. Don't forget to turn off the AC like you did a couple times last week. I can't afford to be cooling this place off when there ain't nobody here." The annoyance in his father's voice lessened somewhat. There was a small sound of static, then silence.

  * * * *

  Ron's Repair Shop looked to be quite a large building at first glance. It had four repair bays and a large lobby. It sat on the edge of town away from everything, but not completely secluded. I figured he probably got quite a bit of business from the residents in town due to the fact the parking lot was nearly full and three of the four bays were occupied. Off behind Ron's Repair Shop stood what looked to be a decent-sized camper.

  "If you wanna wait inside, it'll just take me a minute to get your car into a bay," Brian said as he helped me out of the truck.

  As I opened the door to the lobby, I felt a blast of cool air from the air conditioning inside. There were stacks of new tires all over the lobby and signs and posters for auto parts and auto racing all over the walls. I saw a coffee pot sitting on an end table to the right of the door as I walked in. I poured myself a cup of coffee then sat down to wait for Brian.

  * * * *

  Only a few minutes had passed before Brian walked in. He headed behind the counter, pulled out a shop invoice and started filling it out with the information from the towing invoice.

  "Kathy, I need you to sign this so we can start workin' on your car first thing in the mornin'.” He looked up at me and smiled. What a wonderful, warm and inviting smile he had. It lit my soul on fire.

  "Okay. Thank you for all your help, Brian. I appreciate you working late to help out an old lady in distress," I said, trying to find out what he truly thought of me. My hands trembled as I approached the counter and I'd hoped again he didn't notice when I took the pen to sign the invoice.

  "It's my pleasure.” His smile made me blush. "And you're not that old, at least not as far as I can see." My heart fluttered and I broke eye contact with him. "I want to make sure you get everything taken care of."

  "Do you have a bathroom?" I asked quietly.

  He pointed over his shoulder. "Other side of the counter over there." I handed him back his pen and headed for the bathroom. I saw him out of the corner of my eye and could have sworn he was watching me.

  "I'll make it quick, I know you probably want to go home."

  I rushed into the bathroom, knowing he must’ve seen how red I’d turned from his earlier comment. I closed the bathroom door, put the lid down on the toilet and sat on it while I stared at the wall.

  "What the hell am I thinking?"

  His scent, his smile, those eyes, he was driving me crazy with desire. I needed relief. I lifted the lid on the toilet, dropped my shorts and panties, sat down and began to finger myself into orgasm. I touched my clit, feeling the tingle go through my entire body and pushed two fingers inside myself. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan as I imagined Brian's hands on me.

  It didn't take long before my whole body was shuddering and I let out a quick and powerful orgasm. I sat back on the toilet for a moment, thinking about what I’d just done. I felt ashamed, but relaxed. I cleaned myself up, pulled my panties and shorts back on and fixed myself in the mirror. I walked out of the bathroom and found it a bit easier to face Brian since I’d relieved myself.

  "Is there a motel around here?" I was still breathless, but I hoped he didn’t pick up on it.

  "Yeah. There's a little roadside hotel about ten minutes from here, but I don't know the number." He looked under the counter for the local phone book, pulled it out and handed it to me. "You can use the phone to call if you'd like."

  "Thanks." I took the phone book and began looking for a place to stay.
/>   "Rose's by the Road, how can I help you?" said the voice on the other end of the phone.

  "I'm looking for a room for tonight. Do you have anything available?"

  The woman on the other end told me normally they do have vacancies but due to the recent thunderstorms, there was water damage to the roof so only one room was available, but it was occupied.

  "Well, thanks anyway." With a heavy sigh, I hung up the phone. "Can I call my friends up in Traverse City, Brian? They're probably worried sick about me by now. I was supposed to be there by five and it's nearing seven."

  "Sure, Kathy, go ahead. I'm in no hurry to go anywhere."

  It was obvious I was in no hurry to go anywhere either because I was suddenly stranded without anywhere to sleep for the night.

  CHAPTER TWO

  I’d known Katie since high school, we were more sisters than friends—people often told us we looked like sisters—and it’d been almost a year since we'd seen each other because her husband, Mark, was transferred to Traverse City. The distance between us didn't allow us to spend much time together. I explained the situation to her and told her I was trying to find a place to spend the night and if all went well I should be there sometime tomorrow. We said our good-byes, I hung up the phone and began looking through the phone book for another motel when Brian came back into the lobby.

  "Rose didn't have anything available?"

  "No. But even if she did, I have no way to get there." I was on the verge of tears but held them back.

  "Tell ya what," Brian started and smiled softly at me, "See that camper out there? Well, it's mine and I let the guys here use it once in awhile when they wanna get away for whatever reason. You can sleep there tonight." He headed out the back entrance to start setting up the camper. I wasn't given the opportunity to decline, but it seemed I didn't have any other alternatives either. I followed Brian out and offered my help.