I was shivering, soaking wet and annoyed. The torrential rain beat down on me relentlessly, taunting me for not wearing a coat.

I stood still taking in my surroundings, the annoyance slowly turning into anxiety. There were no street lights and it was pitch black, aside from the occasional car that whizzed past me and my broken down car.

I looked around in the darkness. What if there was a person lurking over the verge? What if an unknown car pulled over?

I hugged myself and took a few deep breaths. I pulled out my phone and cursed myself looking at the 10% battery. Thank god I had enough battery to call the breakdown recovery number.

I wait. Minutes passed that felt like hours. I was on the verge of crying when finally I saw the tow truck approach.

I smiled as I watched him get out of the vehicle, a large umbrella at the ready. I rushed over to him.

"Thank goodness you're here!" I shouted.

I was so happy to see him, I lost myself for a moment and found myself reaching out to hug him. As I wrapped my hands around this stranger's waist, I saw him up close and realised this guy was cute. In fact he was more than cute. He was outrageously hot.

I pulled back as I realised how inappropriate my behaviour was, especially as I was wet from the rain.

"Erm, I take it you're Marina?" He asked, looking rather amused.

"Yep, that's me. I'm sorry, I'm so happy to see you!" I said, my teeth starting to chatter.

"Look at you, you're soaked. Do you have any spare clothes?" He asked. I shook my head and huddled closer to him under the umbrella.

"I tell you what, hold this. I'll be back in a minute,” he said, passing the umbrella to me and climbing into the cab. I watched in shock as he took off his jumper. Was he really going to give me his clothes? My mouth gaped open as I saw him peel off his t-shirt, revealing some tight abs underneath. He seemed oblivious to me watching him and slid back out of the cab under the umbrella.

"Get in and put these on. I can't stand seeing you like that. I'll get the car loaded," He said, handing me his soft, warm clothes and walking towards my car.

I climbed in and smiled as I felt an immediate warmth inside the cab. Shuddering, I slipped off my sopping wet jumper and gingerly unhooked my bra. The heat slowly softened my hard nipples. I glanced over into the side mirror and saw he was busy and not looking in this direction.

Sliding on his t-shirt I was immediately engrossed by his scent. It roused something in me. My nipples were erect once more, but this time for a different reason. I looked down and saw them standing proudly beneath his white t-shirt.

Looking for him in the rear view mirror once more, I turned around, unable to see where he was. I jumped as he opened his door. He laughed. His smile was incredible and added to his sexiness.

He looked over at me and I noticed him glance down at my chest for just for a second.

"Let's get you home." He said enthusiastically whilst winking at me before pulling into the road.

I realised I was no longer in a rush to go home. I felt a stirring throughout. His body. His smile. His scent. Him coming to my rescue. My body ached and I wanted him to know it.

I undid the button and flies on my jeans and started wriggling to pull them down. I watched him to see his reaction. He looked taken aback.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his face looking puzzled.

"My jeans are soaked. I have to take them off." I said, revealing a tiny purple lace thong.

He gawked at me for a second and stared at my little undies, before placing his eyes back on the road.

His silence was all I needed to carry on.

"And my undies. I have to take them off too." I said, as I looked over at him. I slid off my thong slowly. "Look at that. They are soaking wet." I said, holding them up.

He took an audible breath in as he dared to look over at me holding my wet thong, wearing nothing but his t-shirt, nipples bursting through.

I looked down. He was throbbing through his trousers. I was dying to see what was under there.

I lifted my feet up onto the seat and let my knees fall apart.

"Mmm, It's so nice and warm in here." I said in a deep, sexy voice.

He looked over once more, his concentration lost as he noticed the obvious glistening of my already wet pussy in the dim light of the cab.

"I really am soaked through. Look how wet I am." I said, sliding my fingers onto my slick pussy, playing with the strands of wetness, lifting them up and rubbing them in between my fingers.

"I'd better take care of this before I get home." I said, sliding two fingers effortlessly in. I look over at him. He looked fit to burst. To my delight he decided to pull over in a dark lay by. He switched on the light. He wanted to see me. Properly.

I spun around so he had a full view. I looked at his hot body and his hidden hard cock. I breathed and moaned faster as I fucked myself hard. The sounds of my fingers entering me made me gush even more and my hand was soaking wet.

He watched with lust, but did not touch himself. I stared at him as I moved my other hand onto my clit, fingers rubbing furiously whilst the other fucked hard.

His returned look of lust brought me to the edge and I came hard all over my hands, thrusting up and down with each wave.

He smiled at me, turned back to the wheel and started the engine.

I was impressed by his restraint and also disappointed I didn't get to see what was underneath those trousers.

We drove to mine in silence. I quickly put my jeans back on.

He dropped me and the car off and turned to leave.

"What about your t-shirt?" I said, unable to hide my desire for him.

"Keep it as a souvenir. Maybe I'll ask for it back one day. Now I know where you live." He said, winking at me.

I watched him drive away.

I lifted his shirt to my face and inhaled gently. It was time to go inside. I was soaking wet once again.