Kristina Is Plugged By he Tire Repairman

KRISTINA IS PLUGGED BY THE TIRE REPAIRMAN
By rutger5 ( An original story 2011)




“No I’m sorry senora just like the sign says we only accept cash” Miguel Luis Estrada told the attractive, well dressed woman as he pointed to the sign prominently hanging at the front of his business which stated in bold lettering CASH ONLY – NO CREDIT.


“I assure you sir that you will be paid in full” Kristina Thorson replied “and that if you don’t accept credit cards then just repair my tire and I’ll return tomorrow at the latest with the money. My husband is very well known in this city’s business community and you have nothing to lose.”


Miguel shrugged his shoulders helplessly before again pointing to the sign.


“I can’t help you senora. Maybe your husband can get someone he knows to come and pay me and then I will fix your tire. My hands are tied, that is the rule here and I can’t go against it every time a beautiful woman asks, though I wish I could help.”


Though she was becoming frustrated with the man’s intransigence Kristina couldn’t help but to smile shyly when he called her beautiful. How long had it been since she’d been called that by a man she wondered to herself? Sure the ladies from the spa she’d just left had oohed and aahed over her appearance but they were women who also made their living catering to spoiled wives like her. This man must be sincere however as under the circumstances what could he possibly gain with a lie she reasoned. Almost unconsciously Kristina ran a slim, delicate hand through her flame colored locks.


“Maybe you can get money from an ATM senora” Miguel suggested to her as his dark eyes drank in her fair beauty.


Kristina now regretted taking this route home from the day spa. If she had driven the more conventional way out of the city to the suburbs this wouldn’t be happening. In trying to save time she had cut thru this gritty section of the city that had formerly been home to factories and the like. The manufacturing jobs were long gone and now there were just some machine shops and auto repair facilities and a few other businesses barely hanging on. She couldn’t imagine there was an ATM closer than the convenience store she had passed a little more than a mile back.


Looking up at the threatening gray sky and down at her four inch Steve Madden heels Kristina knew she wasn’t about to try and walk that especially in this rough section of town. She wished she hadn’t been so generous with the small amount of cash she’d been carrying as a tip to the girl who had given her the seaweed wrap but she had been so sweet and besides she had her cards with her. Most of the time Kristina carried very little money as Carl, her husband, preferred her to use the charge cards as in that way he could track how she spent money as part of his controlling personality. Well time to bite the bullet and deal with the unpleasantness she thought. Removing her cell from her Coach bag she hit the buttons rapidly.


“Yes this is Mrs. Thorson, would you please put Mr. Thorson on the line” she asked in a quiet voice when the phone was answered. She paced in front of the shop as she waited and in a minute his cold voice came over the phone.


“Yes Kristina what is it now?” he said in a clearly annoyed tone at being disturbed by his wife.


“I’m sorry Carl, I know you don’t like being called at work but I have a problem with the car.”


“You didn’t get in another accident did you? Because if you did I swear you’ll regret it.”


“No I wasn’t in an accident and you know that the accident wasn’t my fault but the other driver’s.”


“Yeah but if you were a better driver maybe you could have avoided it. Well I’m waiting.”


“I just have a flat tire and I’m at a tire repair shop but they only accept cash and I don’t have enough with me.”


“What do you expect from me Kristina, for me to fly there? I’m busy right now. Check the glove compartment for the roadside assistance number for God’s sake and leave me alone.”


With that the phone went dead as Kristina fought the urge to cry. She realized that she had forgotten about the service but Carl could be so cruel to her and she wondered for not the first time how much longer she could take things as they were.


After hanging up on his wife Carl looked down at his secretary Angie who was kneeling between his legs and still had one hand wrapped around his erection. He pushed her head back towards where he wanted it.


“I don’t remember telling you to stop what you were doing, now get back to work” he said leaning back in his high backed leather chair. He moaned with pleasure as she resumed the task at hand.


While Kristina paced and talked on the phone Miguel stared at her lustfully. This gringa was not only beautiful but also very sexy. With her heels on she was taller than he was and her burnished red hair inflamed his desire especially in conjunction with her snow white complexion. He licked his lips hungrily as his eyes traveled the length of her, starting at her shapely legs and moving upwards. His eyes paused as he took in her lush hips and round derriere before climbing higher. Her expensive blouse did nothing to conceal the swell of her firm bosom. It was neither large nor small but somewhere in the middle but the most impressive detail was how high on her chest it still was with no sign of sagging even though Kristina was now in her thirties.


He saw her put the phone away before she wiped her hand below her eyes after which she headed towards her Lexus. Miguel hoped he hadn’t overplayed his hand as she opened the front passenger door and leaned inside with her ample posterior protruding out the door. He limped toward the car and stood behind her all the while staring at her shapely backside. Kristina meanwhile searched through the glove compartment but she was unable to locate the folder that contained the car papers including the roadside assistance card as well as the vehicle registration.


In a panic she slammed the glove compartment shut and backed out of the car. Hypnotized by her curves Miguel was slow to react and her butt collided with him before he could move out of her way. Kristina felt his hard body and even harder bulge when their bodies met and she almost fell as she tried to pull away. Miguel’s muscular, brown arm steadied her while also bringing their pelvises back in contact again.


“Be careful senora, you might get hurt” he growled as he rubbed his jean covered hardness against her ass.


She managed to escape his clutches at which time she turned and faced him.