Theresa angrily kicked the tire of her useless car. Here she was in the middle of farm country, with no phone charger, a dead cell phone, a piece of crap car, and miles from any decent civilization - if she didn't count the little hick towns all around her. Why she was out this far from the safety of a freeway wasn't important anymore. Perhaps she liked the romance of an open country road. Or maybe she wanted to take it easy instead of weaving in and out around semi trucks. Whatever the case, that was a big mistake. She wasn't going anywhere for quite some time.
The 25 year old woman sighed and leaned against her car. At the very least she could try and get some attention. Maybe a good samaritan would happen by and lend her thier phone so she could call for roadside assistance. She knew she didn't have to try too hard. She would certainly be out of place in her 3" heels, skinny jeans, and too-tight polo shirt with its neck strained apart by the force of her tits. And even if she'd been dressed like a proper redneck woman, her galactic E-cup breasts, flat stomach, jet black hair, and pale white skin would certainly draw attention. All she had to do was wait.
The 25 year old woman sighed and leaned against her car. At the very least she could try and get some attention. Maybe a good samaritan would happen by and lend her thier phone so she could call for roadside assistance. She knew she didn't have to try too hard. She would certainly be out of place in her 3" heels, skinny jeans, and too-tight polo shirt with its neck strained apart by the force of her tits. And even if she'd been dressed like a proper redneck woman, her galactic E-cup breasts, flat stomach, jet black hair, and pale white skin would certainly draw attention. All she had to do was wait.