this story is a collaboration between Jaylene and Graybread


Driving down the interstate, Susan tapped her fingers on the driving wheel in time with the song on the radio. She was thinking life couldn’t be more perfect than this. Here she was driving back from spending a great weekend with her folks, Shania Twain was playing on the radio, and before her was the most beautiful sunset she had ever seen. The sky was a gorgeous pink, streaked with purple, magenta, and navy blue clouds. Just then she heard a “Whap” sound, and her car gave a sudden lurch. The wheel was shaking in her hand, she stepped off the gas, and pulled over to the side of the highway.
She knew the cause immediately, she had blown a tire. It dawned on her that she doesn’t have a spare in the trunk. “Oh crap,” she said to herself, as she grabbed her purse off the passenger seat. She began to rustle through it, looking for her cell phone. AAHH, here it was. She flipped it open, hit the power button, to see “No signal….searching….Searching…No Signal.” “Great, just wonderful” she thought, getting out of the car. From her vantage point she could see for hundreds of miles, and there was nothing but her and the open road. No gas stations, houses, or hotels. And the highway was eerily deserted. Just then, on the horizon, she saw movement.
As it began to come closer she could see it was headlights. It was an old pickup truck with a lone driver. She turned to her reflection in the car window, and fluffed her blond hair, and pulled the waist of her jeans down, to expose her flat tummy. Susan’s had always believed that God wouldn’t of given her such a sexy body, and a pretty face, if he hadn’t wanted her to use them to her advantage. When she was satisfied she looked okay, she turned back t the road to see that the pickup truck had just pulled over.
The door open, and out stepped the most delicious man Susan had ever seen. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a deep tan. A goatee surround a mouth that was just made for kissing. All he wore was a thin, white muscle shirt, which was taught against his hard pecs. His levis, were so tight, that Susan could tell he was very well endowed. She had always had a soft spot for cowboys, and the hat, the belt buckle, the boots and his good looks told her this was the cowboy of her dreams.