Hump Day Kick Start – Road Side Assistance Edition

Song of the Day: Interstate Love Song by Stone Temple Pilots

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

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It’s another hit and run today. Day job has me super busy, so I thought this picture prompt might be appropriate.

Who is our couple? Socialite and her boy toy? A girl who was driving her boyfriend’s/daddy’s/boyfriend’s daddy’s car and broke down on the side of the road getting some much needed help from a cute good Samaritan? A car thief seducing her unsuspecting victim before she jacks his ride? Maybe they are a modern day Bonnie and Clyde on the run, but he’s run out of steam and she’s about to tell him to suck it up. Is she miffed he forgot to put gas in the car? Or maybe this is a “perk” to road side assistance

You tell me. What’s you take on the photo. Happy writing and let me hear from you!

6 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Road Side Assistance Edition

  1. jeff7salter says:

    Okay, here we go — finally another cute girl with very nice legs (from what little I can see in this crop).
    Here’s her story:
    Brandi is a R.N. who was driving along a deserted Calif. highway in her sporty gray convertible when she spotted a young man passed out beside the road. The poor guy didn’t even have a shirt to his name!
    She struggled to pull him into a seated position against the side of her car.
    Quickly assessing that he’d suffered sunstroke, Brandi made every effort to shade him from the broiling sun.
    He was never able to verbalize his own name, so Brandi referred to him as “Johnson” … it was the first thing which came to her mind.
    “What are you doing out here, Johnson?” she asked, as she tried to examine the dilation of his pupils. “We must be 20 miles into the desert.”
    The man nicknamed Johnson struggled to respond, but his throat was parched.
    “What are you trying to say, Johnson?” asked Brandi.
    Still no discernible words but his eyes seemed to be begging her to come closer.
    So Brandi leaned in a bit more…still trying to keep the sun from blinding her new patient. “What are you doing out here?”
    The man nicknamed Johnson beckoned with the crook of his finger — ‘Come closer’, he seemed to be saying.
    Thinking perhaps the patient was already too far gone to save — but being in a dead zone with no cell phone service — Brandi leaned in even closer. So close she could measure the stubble on his chin. “What are you trying to tell me?” she asked again.
    Finally, Johnson smiled lamely and his parched throat allowed these two barely audible words, “You’re hot.”

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This sounds like something my DH would do. Love it, Jeff.

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  3. Sarah Andre says:

    Nice two words to die on, Jeff. But Johnson? Not Peter or Dick? 😉
    Be back later, Working Girl.
    PS: Thoroughly enjoying Kitty, Kitty Bang, Bang.

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  4. jbrayweber says:

    First…working ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.
    Second…Oooooh…so glad you are liking my alter ego’s naughty bits. Thanks, Sarah!

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  5. Sarah Andre says:

    Day 4 of their Maui Honeymoon and Ty and Brittany Norris have hit a snag.

    See- on the plane ride over they snuggled and cuddled and kissed in First Class and decided they would ‘do it’ in every exotic, public local they could think of.

    Days 1-3 were blissful and passionate and crazy-risky! Among the places they chose, Ty and Brittany ‘got it on’ in a sandy bunker on the 12th Fairway of the Kahili Golf Course, up against a thick tree in the Haleakala National Park, in the Ladies Lounge of the Wailea Ritz Carlton (while another wedding reception was going on) and under a tarp on the bow of a touristy sunset cruise. At sunset. When all the other passengers were looking off to the left.

    But now it’s Day 4 and I think you can see from the picture what’s transpiring. Ty had rented a Mercedes SL550 roadster and they’ve enjoyed driving around each day looking for ‘new places.’ Their destination today is the Iao Valley State Park and they’ll keep a sharp eye out for some place that is isolated one minute but may fill with tourists-with-cameras the next. Brittany REALLY gets off on the risk and Ty (although not knowing this side of her before now) is happy to comply!

    Well, they’re inside the Park and have found the perfect field, filled with soft grass and rolling hills. Ty’s flung his shirt in the Mercedes and is reaching for his jean’s button when suddenly Brittany points into the outrageously expensive vehicle.

    “How about we do it in here. Right on the side of the highway like this.”

    Now. Had the car been a Mustang, for example, Ty would’ve hopped to it. But this is an SL550 roadster. His sexual drive wars with his common sense and love of beautiful cars. Instead of which kinky position he’s going to take her in, he’s thinking of body fluids staining the baby-smooth, pure white Corinthian leather.

    In the end he tells her he won’t…and inwardly he knows it’s not even an issue of ‘won’t.’ He CAN’T perform in this vehicle. He sweeps out an arm encompassing the field. “This is perfectly fine, it’s a great day so tourists will be by.” He even points out that those people will slow down to admire the convertible on the side of the road…just yards from where they’re doing the dirty deed. (And she’s kinda loud he reminds her.) “The grass is risky enough.”

    And this is a snapshot of the newlywed’s first argument, and believe me, it’s a doozey and has gone on for quite a while! He’s collapsed against the rear wheel, almost as if he can protect the car from her desire and her wrath. And you’ll notice Brittany’s expression. She isn’t someone who hears the word ‘no’ very often. In fact, at all.

    So, readers. 😉 Who’s going to win?

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  6. jbrayweber says:

    Strangely, I’m wondering if this little story might be teetering on the side of art imitating life. Hmm…
    Great story! But then, you always deliver, Sarah. I’m willing to bet this round, as well as any and all subsequent rounds, goes to Brittany.

    ‘And she’s kinda louds her reminds her’ *snort*

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