Bob Wallace - Filmed with dogs

Charlotte Dayton's beautifully sculptured face turned into a scowl as her car coughed again, sputtered, and died.

"Damn it!" She looked at the gas gauge for the tenth time. It registered the same three quarters of a tank. She pumped the pedal and turned the key in the ignition. The motor whined and refused to start.

"Balls," Charlotte muttered, giving up. She opened the door and climbed out of the car, glancing around. "Damn, why did I listen to George? Taking this stupid shortcut!" She talked to the wind as it tousled her thick red-hair.

Reaching inside the car for the latch, she unlocked the hood. She hauled the hood up with a grunt and peered inside.

She shook her head and straightened up. As she stood with hands on her hips, her eyes scanning the deserted area, she spotted a large house about a quarter of a mile down the road.

"Shit! It's the last time I listen to you, George," she said, annoyed, as if he were there. Her face grim with determination, she trudged down the road to the lone house. After a phone call, she would be on her way… again. In no time.

She stumbled up the path to the house, her high heels catching in the pebbles. She groaned, walking uneasily up the narrow path, her well-rounded ass swinging in the tight-fitting designer jeans. She reached the crest of the path, her soft tits rising and falling underneath her sweater as she caught her breath.

Knocking on the large old fashioned door, she relaxed. Things could be worse, it could be night, and this God-forsaken house could have been ten miles down the road. The door creaked open.

"Yes?" A tall statuesque blonde appeared, her voice deep and sultry. Her wide blue eyes quickly took inventory of Charlotte's lush petite figure.

Charlotte caught the glancing appraisal and immediately sensed the erotic aura that surrounded the tall beautiful blonde. "My car broke down," Charlotte began. "Could I use your phone to call a gas station?"

The blonde's exquisite features broke into a smile, a sizzling smile that reeked of sex. "Come on in. The phone's over there on the table."

The tall blonde stood aside, allowing Charlotte to enter. She feasted her eyes on Charlotte's delicious swinging ass encased in the skintight jeans. Her tongue slid across her full lips, her body tensed like a large cat ready to pounce on an unsuspecting sparrow.

Charlotte felt the woman's eyes on her. For some reason it made her shudder as she picked up the phone and dialed information. She held the phone to her ear, a quizzical expression on her pretty face.

Charlotte's green eyes swept over the luscious blonde as she tapped the button. "Your phone's dead," she told her, swearing to herself that it wasn't her day.

"Really?" The blonde's eyebrows arched, her long graceful legs bringing her to the phone. She listened intently, tapped the button a few time, and shrugged. "You're right." She tapped the button a few more times, still listening as she held the phone to her ear.

Charlotte was a full head shorter than the blonde woman. Her sparkling emerald eyes followed the curve of the elegant blonde's neck, down over her huge melon tits to her slim waist, and stopping as the waist flared out into full, voluptuous hips. The woman's sexual aura was overpowering and Charlotte stepped back, quieting the tremor in her stomach.

The blonde turned slightly. "I'm awfully sorry. I don't know what to suggest." Her exquisitely toned voice, everything about her, suggested only one thing: sex – pure animal sex. It was written in her deep-blue eyes, across her full red mouth, and exuded from every pore of her perfectly proportioned body.

Charlotte was aware of the blonde's obvious leer. She felt as if she were being stripped of her clothing. It was a powerful sensation. "If you could drive me into town… I know it's an imposition but I'd be willing to pay you."

The blonde laid her hand on Charlotte's slender arm. The contact was charged with electricity. "My brother is away for a while," the statuesque woman explained. "I'm sure when he returns he'll be glad to take you into town." Her face glowed with animal magnetism, her strong features radiant. "Maybe he can look at the car himself."

"I couldn't…" Charlotte refused, then thought better of it. Her face brightened. "It would be wonderful."

"Good," the blonde said. "We can have a drink and get acquainted while we wait." She turned and her clinging silk dress licked her knees as she strode elegantly into the living room. Her well-proportioned body turned to Charlotte. "I have just the thing to take the chill out of you." Her blonde fluffy hair was like spun gold caressing her face.

Mesmerized, Charlotte followed. She was glad George wasn't here, he would be drooling. This intoxicating woman appeared to be exactly what George liked. She was certainly the sexiest female she had ever met – not just sexy but blatantly sexy without trying, with a touch of danger thrown in to make the juices flow. Charlotte bit her lip, forcing back the thoughts from her mind. She blushed, her cheeks burning as the blonde turned, catching Charlotte's gaze.

The same sultry smile came to the blonde's lips, revealing a hint of pearl-white teeth. "Since we'll be together, I think it would be nice if we knew each other's name." Her sensual body floated as she went behind the bar, her long, graceful fingers bringing out two tall glasses. She moved with total ease. "I'm Felicia." She dropped ice cubes into the glasses and her eyebrows raised expectantly.

"I'm Charlotte. My friends call me Lotty." Charlotte surprisingly felt her breath shorten and her heart skipping.

Felicia splashed scotch over the ice in liberal amounts, carried the drinks over to the coffee table and handed one to Charlotte. "This'll warm you up."

"Yes, it is a bit chilly out," Charlotte said, then sipped the potent drink slowly. "Mmmmm. This is a coincidence. My favorite scotch served the way I like it, over the rocks."

Felicia was seated on the large comfortable velvet chair and motioned Charlotte to the couch opposite her. "Sit down… relax." Felicia crossed her long sensuous legs, the silk dress gliding effortlessly up her thigh. "Craig, my brother, will be a while."

The husky note in her voice was heavy. Her long fingers, the nails dabbed in a brilliant red, curled around her glass of scotch. Her other hand toyed with one of the buttons of her dress.

Charlotte settled into the soft luxurious comforts of the couch, draining the savory scotch almost to the end before realizing she had done it. "God, I needed that."

Charlotte's gaze reverted to the button of Felicia's dress for the third time, watching the long painted fingers playing with it. Charlotte thought again of George and was again glad he wasn't here. This woman was dynamite!

"You're very beautiful," Felicia said abruptly, her voice heavy, laced with sex. "Craig will be very happy to help you."

Charlotte felt a twinge of discomfort. She forced a smile anyway, suspicious about what she might have to do for the help.

"I'm married," she told the blonde woman plainly, setting her empty glass down on the table in front of her. "George, that's my husband, will be very grateful for all the help you're giving me." She kept her warm smile on her face. "You married?"

"Not yet." The button finally came open. "Maybe someday I'll meet someone who can make me happy."

Charlotte leaned back comfortably into the soft cushions of the couch and relaxed. She hadn't felt this good in years. She sighed aloud and then was startled that she had. She began giggling, surprised at herself for acting so silly.

"I'll bet it'll take more than one man to make you happy." Charlotte's hand instantly flew to her open mouth, her eyes widening in shock. She swallowed uneasily, trying to comprehend her actions. Her thoughts being blurted out like that, without a moment's hesitation, she thought it absurd. She began giggling again. The sound of her own voice was strange, eerie.