A man lifted his head out from under the hood and Joanne slammed on the brake, screeching to a stop about twenty feet in front of the disabled car. She grinned, seeing the detective slow, then pass. "Better keep your eyes open," she said, backing up. "The party is about to begin." Already, a plan was forming in her hot fertile mind.

She shut off the motor and leaned out the window. "Can I be of help?" she called.

The man walked to her car and peered in, ogling Joanne's beautifully chiseled, ivory complected face with a slash of red on her full mouth, breaking the soft sensuous pattern. "I'm waiting for the tow truck."

Joanne melted under his appreciative stare. "Maybe I can give you lift to the garage. I don't mind waiting, if you don't mind a little company." She stared at his crotch, wondering what his prick would be like.

"I'd love it," he said, opening the door for her and offering his hand.

Joanne climbed out, taking his masculine hand, his grip full of assurance. She leaned against his car, letting him take in all of her beauty as she posed. She spotted the detective's car driving by on the other side of the road and she giggled.

"Something funny?" the stranger asked, coming closer to her, his body almost touching hers.

"No." She enjoyed his closeness. She tilted her head, her mouth inches from his. "You're a very handsome man."

"You're very beautiful," he complimented, leaning against her, applying just the right amount of pressure to add stimulation to the contact.

"Forward too," she purred, feeling just a hint of his cock against her belly. It was exciting and already her pussy was beginning to moisten with the warm juices of her cunt.