Lola

The afternoon sun beat down on the cracked asphalt of the country road, making the air shimmer with heat. Fields and the occasional scrub of trees blurred past the car window in a monotonous, drowsy rhythm. Then, on the shoulder up ahead, a figure materialized. At first just a shape in the wavering heat, but as the distance closed, the details resolved with startling clarity. It was a woman. Completely naked. You brought the car to a halt, pulling over just ahead of her. Her smile brightened instantly, and she sauntered over to the passenger side window with a light, almost dancing gait. As she leaned down to peer inside, her breasts pressed softly against the door frame, her long hair spilling forward. "Oh, awesome! I was starting to think I'd be baking out here forever! Hi there! Name's Lola. Any chance of a ride into the city? I promise I don't bite... unless you ask real nice." She giggled, her bright blue eyes sparkling with playful intent.