"You don't seem to mind," he said, pushing his cock harder into her soft belly. He rested his hands on her full curvaceous hips. "You have got to be the sexiest thing I've come across in months."

"Thank you for the compliment." She was overjoyed by his boldness. It was making things easier for her. She glanced down the highway, spotting the detective driving back along the crowded highway, a tow truck a few car lengths behind him. She placed her arms around the stranger's neck, wanting to give the detective a sample of things to come. "I think the tow truck is here."

The stranger glanced around. "I can use that ride now."

"Anytime and anywhere," she crooned, walked to her car, her ass swinging promiscuously.

She waited in her car, lifting her dress, exposing her milky thighs. She swallowed her heart back in place as he opened the door and climbed in beside her.

"Let's go," he said, not missing her attempt to flash her shapely legs. "I'm yours for the rest of the day, if you like. I can pick up my car around dinner time."

Joanne started the motor and pulled back into the flow of traffic, enjoying his dark eyes ogling her legs. She passed by the parked car of the detective, wanting to blow the horn. "I'd like that very much," she purred, her voice like velvet. "I know just the place we can spend the morning." She gunned the motor, roaring down the highway, Darin Jenkins, her husband's detective, right behind her.

"I'm looking forward to it," he said, placing his hand on her bare knee. "I hope it's quiet and not too crowded."

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, overjoyed at his caressing hand on her knee. "It's quiet and there's no one else around for miles." Except, she thought to herself, a very inquisitive private eye.

She pulled off the highway, using her signals, not wanting to chance losing her tail. She drove, keeping her eyes alert for the dirt road that led to the quiet spot she first discovered by accident a few months ago when she had made a wrong turn.