Free Nympho: Book One (Nempho Book One) by J. C. Black Page B

admired those long slim gorgeous legs, my mind went blank and all I could imagine was this beautiful woman sitting in my car next to me. In all my collective wisdom, instead of gently tapping on my brakes and slowing down my car, so I might offer this gorgeous hitchhiker a ride. I slammed on the brakes of my car and she started sliding sideways down the highway coming to a screeching halt just a couple of feet past her. I have to admit, if you wanted to impress a girl, there has to be a hundred better ways to do so, rather than almost running her over with your car. My car was facing sideways on the two-lane highway; it had skidded to a stop. I looked all around me and didn’t see my redheaded hitchhiker anywhere. Just when I thought that I had run her over and she might be under my car. I saw her in the rearview mirror sitting on the ground, just behind the rear bumper. Boy she looked pissed off.
    I could see the fire coming out of her mouth as she stood up brushing the dirt off that beautiful ass of hers and muttering something to herself. I was stunned by her beauty as she approached the passenger window, I considered just putting my car in gear and getting the hell out of there. But as she leaned over into the driver side window, I knew it was too late to make a getaway.
    “What the hell is wrong with you?” Nothing is wrong me, what the hell is wrong with you? I thought to myself. No, I shouldn’t ask her that question, she looks like she is mad as hell at me already.
    “Didn’t you see me standing here with my thumb out or were you to busy looking at my ass?” I just sat there, absorbing her verbal assault. My mind was racing with a dozen different answers to give her. Of course I seen you, why else would I have stopped, It wasn’t my fault that you bent over and almost made me wreak my car. No, I don’t think it would be wise to say anything like that to her either. She was infuriated with my silence and seems to be getting angrier by the minute. Why do you keep yelling at me, I am not deaf, I can hear you pe rfectly? Again running different scenarios through my mind without say a word.  Of course, I did not know what to say to her outburst of anger. So I did what any man in my situation would do, I fumble with my keys trying to start my car and get the hell out of there. Her face started turning scarlet red, which highlighted her beautiful freckles and made me smile. Damn she is beautiful when she gets mad.
    She yelled at me again. “Oh no you don’t, what the hell do you think you’re doing, you’re not going leave me standing out in this hot damn sun after almost running me over with your damn car, oh, and let’s not forget scarring the hell out of me.” I was trying real hard to understand her point of view, but the loud yelling got in the way of my using any logic, I thought if I just sat there and kept quite it might go away.
    “Why do you think that I was trying to get out of here, you are scarring the hell out of me too?” I said, as I continued fumbling with my keys.
    After a few moments of treacherous silence and thinking over what I should do next. I thought it might be safe to speak to the redheaded vixen. So I leaned over and asked her rather softly if she would like a ride to where ever she was going. Normally that would be a dumb thing to say to a hitchhiker, but under the circumstances, she could only be heading north and since I was driving to Miami anyway, I figured I would enjoy some company. At that point, she must have considered me harmless enough to reach for the doo r and slide her tight little butt into the bucket seat of my muscle car. Weather she wanted to admit it to herself or not, she happens to be riding in one of the fastest and sweetest muscle cars in all the Florida Keys. After I knew that she was not going to start hitting me, for almost making road kill out of her. I calmly ask her where she was going.
    “Miami you dumb ass, where do you think I am going?” she