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Foreward: This will be a long read and a bit of a slow-burn. It is the first part in a series, so it's setting up later stories. It's Character Driven with an aim for Imagery and a little bit of Humour, so therefore I've placed it in Novels And Novellas so that you have this expectation. This could also fit in Romance, Erotic Couplings, Exhibitionist/Voyeur and Toys & Masturbation. It works well if you have Text To Speech set up on your browser to have it read to you.

But once again: Long Read. You have Been Warned. Don't @ me with TL;DR.

The sun beat through the windshield of Markus' pick-up truck, elevating the temperature in the cab. He'd been stuck on the expressway for about fifteen minutes without moving an inch, and while he tended to have more patience than most twenty-six year-olds, he was fed up by this point. Even if they were crawling along in first gear, he could handle bumper-to-bumper traffic, but there was no motion on the highway at all.

He had long ago shut off the engine to his white heavy-duty pick-up truck to prevent overheating and wasting gas. It was evident this was going to be a while, and fuel wasn't cheap. The windows were down, but with no running engine, there was no air conditioning, and the breeze was dying down.

He grumbled as he undid his seat belt, opened the driver's side door and got partially out, standing on the edge of the doorway to try and get a better view of what the problem was. In the late-morning heat, the view shimmered in the distance, not letting him see anything clearly if it was more than two hundred yards away. The busses and trucks on the road also obscured his attempts to find out what the hell was going on.

His eye was drawn to movement on his left. He was in the middle lane, and directly to his left in the passing lane was a little roadster convertible. The top was down, naturally on a day like today, and the driver had also gotten out to try and survey the scene. His eyebrows lifted and he breathed out a long quiet breath as he took in the motorist in question.

She was stunning. A sandy-brown haired, slender woman about his age, maybe a touch older. Her straight hair came down just to her shoulders in a modern, elegant cut. Her profile showed a cute, upturned nose, a light dusting of freckles on her exquisite cheekbones and a perfect jaw and chin to match her delicate features. Her cream colored blouse gave a hint to her larger-than-average breasts, but still proportionate to her frame. The blouse was tucked in to her shorter-than-knee-length skirt, and showed off her thin waist and accentuated her fine backside. Her cream colored pumps matched her blouse, and their three-inch heels really showed off the amazing calves visible below the hem of her skirt. Seeing her was easily the high point of his day. Or the month, really.

He stifled a “wow” under his breath as he watched her return to her vehicle to do what he was doing, stepping onto the edge of the floorboard to try and see better. Her vehicle floor was two feet lower than his, and it was an exercise in futility.

“Don't bother, miss,” Markus said, “Even in those heels, you can't see as far as I can, and, well...” his voice just trailed off as he shook his head and tried to look down the road. Nothing moving, still. God damn.

He looked back at her and his breath caught in his chest. Her hazel eyes were stunning and had him almost paralyzed for a second as she stared right at him. She had a slightly pleading expression on her face, obviously for the traffic to get moving so she could get on with her day and whatever she had planned. “Can you see anything at all?”

“Nah,” he averted his eyes again, somehow. He did not want to creep the woman out by perving on her, but holy crap, was she beautiful. “But you know how it goes, some brain donor in a foreign sports car likely tried to slide in a gap where it wouldn't fit, ruining the day of the, oh, six drivers around him, probably involving at least one tractor-trailer, and leaving us all stuck here for an hour we're not getting back.”

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