The long hot dog days of summer means getting things done is not a priority. Bret sat on the old plastic lawn chair trying to lean back against the dusty wall without breaking or bending the legs of the chair.

The gas station, where Bret was sitting, was the only visible place for miles around. Luckily for him, his car had broken down close enough to coast into the station. Now, as the service man slowly worked, all Bret could do was wait.

His pristine button down white pressed collared shirt with his military inspired black trousers did not blend well into this farm country. Bret didn’t care. His charm and manners were not based on his dress code, his outfit supported his character. The service man didn’t flinch or think Bret out of place.

The only movement that broke the hazy heat was the rising column of dust billowing out over the horizon from a vehicle coming at great speed.

The Lady in a Fitted Red Dress

As Lacey rode her Suburban, she enjoyed the feeling of power her big SUV gave her. She was comfortably eating up the miles without care for a speeding ticket. There were no cops in the area and she’d see them far enough in advance to slow down.

There was only one stop listed on the GPS. It was a historic gas station that was being preserved by an older mechanic who refused to sell his relics to her boss. Lacey was on her way to convince the old timer to give up his toys and retire.

Given his profile, Lacey felt that the old man was not going to be swayed by her looks. Instead, she prepared several retirement packages that would entice a man who loved working on cars. No one else had tried that approach and every other incentives had failed.

To her surprise, as Lacey pulled up, she saw a young, sharply dressed, physically fit man. Something about how he gazed her way made her feelings flutter in a way they had not done since high school.

From Bret’s perspective

It was just like fortune to strike when he was least prepared. Bret saw the driver of the SUV. A blacked out government looking type Suburban with the trappings of affluence. Where the dust had not laid claims, the finish on the black paint was dazzling.

The woman behind the wheel was young, confident, self-assured, focused beauty that could easily intimidate any man who dared stand in her way.

The door opened and a two toned red shoe slid into view. One of those that start off bright red in the front and fades to a darker maroon in the back. Nearly impossibly tall heel at that.

When the lady exited the SUV and closed the door, Bret felt his breath snatched out of him. This woman was perfectly hot.

Her red dress was like a second skin to her. Purely painted on for the sake of decency. He could see every single curve being held tightly in place. She was quite fit. Someone had time to go to the gym often. This was not the typical woman one saw in town or out of town.

Rising to his fullest stature, as he was raised to stand when greeting a lady, Bret stayed in his area. He did not want to give off the impression he was reacting to her physique. However, something itched inside wanting to get to know this lady better.

The Mechanic

The mechanic stopped his work. He had dealt with many sales agents who were trying to steal his property. This station was his and he was not going to part with it.

This lady in the red fitted dress was different. She was not at all what she appeared to be. Sure, she was very young, looked “over-sexed”, highly polished, and too seductive to be important. The old man knew better. He had seen many people walk in and out of the station to know that this was no ordinary entry level agent of any company.

This lady carried power and confidence. She was a seasoned professional who was used to having people answer her beck and call.

Unlike other women who tried to use their bodies to make an impression, this woman knew she was lethally hot. However, her demeanor suggested that she was not using her allure to it’s fullest.

More interesting was how she moved. Pure royal epic sex in motion. Every nuances of her body responding to her command… moving like racing horses in waves of power. Her rear setting the bass beat while her front responded in casual flirtatious movements. One would conclude that being sexy was effortlessly easy for her… to the point of being unable to turn it off. Save her face, it was friendly yet very professional… all while being super pretty.

Her arms, toned, strong, fit, yet very elegant and soft. The perfect mix of elegance that would drive any man to his knees in submission to her small hands.

The mechanic couldn’t help but let his eyes follow the direction the long hair was pointing… towards the lower backside. The thoroughbred haunches of one used to dominating and subjugating. Perfectly toned, bronzed, smooth, well planted feminine form.

Whoever was on the receiving end of her attention was bound to melt. The mechanic understood why some women drew both men and women’s lust and desires. This lady in red was everything humanity wanted in idealized sexuality.

What was most puzzling to the mechanic was how the lady closed the gap in sumptuous swaying of hips… teasingly mocking the fragility of the masculinity of his client… letting him know she could have him as a snack.

Yet, the man in the white shirt and black pants, for his suit jacket was still in his car, didn’t seemed affected by the song of the sultriness that was swaying melodically before him. Either that man was accustomed to having goddesses around him or his heart was made of stone.