Then, we heard a sound that strikes fear in a guy like myself. A breaking sound of some kind and the heat guage went all the way off the dial. I pulled off the road and parked. Now, I'm no master mechanic, but raising the hood and looking inside, I was smart enough to see that a fan belt had broken and the radiator was super hot. Here we are out in God knows where? We hadn't seen a house or a town for miles. I stood by the car wondering just what the hell to do next. This was before the cell phone craze hit the world with a bang. Even if we had one, it probably would be out of tower range. Now, what to do? We could start walking , but which way? Nothing behind us for miles and who knows what is ahead. We could sit here and swelter in the heat until we dried up and the vultures started picking at our bones. We could get in the back seat and knock off a piece, but under the circumstances, neither of us felt very sexy.

Finally, after twenty minutes we saw him in the distance. As the beat up old black pick-up approached, I waved frantically. The pick-up slowed and stopped beside us. It was a Black guy who looked to be in his late forties or maybe fifties. I explained our problem. He got out and looked under the hood, shook his head and said... "You sho got a problem Captain" ... Shit, I knew that. Then a glimmer of helpfulness crossed his face. He introduced himself as Moses. Well it mattered not to me if he was Moses, Jesus, or God himself. I was in a spot and needed help.

"You know Boss, if we went real slow, I could push you into the next little town. I own a little station there and I'm closed on Sunday, but I think I might have a belt to fit your car and I'd be happy to change it out for you. If I don't have one in stock, I have some old wrecks out back that might have one that would fit."

Well about now Moses took a giant leap ahead of both God and Jesus. Moses eased his old truck in behind our sick vehicle. He had an old tire hanging on his bumper. I guess he had done this before. We eased off the side of the road and at a rate of about five miles per hour we headed on down the road.

A few minutes later the station came in sight. He pushed us into the driveway. He unlocked the door and went inside. " You in luck Captain, I got one that will fit." Betty went inside and got a coke from the machine while I talked with Moses. When she walked past, I could sense that Moses was aware that a pretty, sexy woman was in the neighborhood. The town was quiet, not a soul nor a car in sight. Moses got out his tools and went to work. He knew his stuff. I went inside where Betty was and took a drink of her coke. Moses kept sneaking glances at her through the window.

Then it occurred to me that my benefactor should have more that just the costs of his fan belt and his labor. After all, my wife and I have been swinging for years now and have certainly encountered worse looking guys than Moses. We whispered about how we could ever repay this kind gentleman for his rescuing us city folks in trouble.

"Want me to seduce him?" Why not? .... Betty undid two top buttons on her blouse and hiked her skirt up to show two white thighs. She had on her push up bra and those tits looked as if they were going to explode out of there at any moment. She crossed her legs and her skirt rode high on her thighs as Moses came into the station. "Got you all fixed up Boss." His eyes were wide and he looked at her and smiled.

As I fumbled for the money to pay him the twenty dollars I owed, he kept looking past me at my sexy wife. I slowly peeled off twenty ones, taking my time and letting Betty work her magic. Moses kept looking, eyes darting from tits to thighs.

Now let me say here and now that I do not mean to infer that Moses was anything less than intelligent. He was a typical South Louisiana Black guy, trying to make a living. One thing for sure, at this particular time and place I'd rather have Moses helping me than to have Bill Gates. I doubt that Bill would have been much help in my situation.

Betty crossed, then uncrossed her legs. She never wears panties and although my back was to her, I knew she was giving Moses a quick flash. He was starting to sweat. "You one lucky man Boss, you got a nice car, a good looking wife and I bet you got a good job?" He was right on all three counts. I did have a good job in the business world, a nice car, and a sexy wife that most guys would kill for.

"You like my wife?" Yes sir Boss, she is one pretty lady. "Would you like to see more of her?" "I sho would Boss, but you ain't just joshing old Mose, are you?" "No, I wouldn't joke about something like that."

Betty sat back in the chair and spread her legs. Moses eyes took a radar fix on that bare pussy. She then reached inside the push up bra and set the left tit free. "Moses, why don't you come over here and give this one a kiss." She held the breast with both hands, cupping it up. "Boss, are you sure this is all right?" Moses slowly made his way from behind the counter. "You ever have a white woman Mose?" "Oh Lord No Boss, never. I've thought about it, but this ain't a healthy thing for a Black Man to even think about in Louisiana."

Betty stood up and motioned for Mose to kiss her nipple. Moses was still shaking, but bent and kissed the white woman breast. "Suck on it Mose." Mose sucked the pink elongated nipple as I watched the bulge in his pants grow larger..... "May I use your rest room?" "Sho, it is right behind you."

Betty went inside and closed the door. A minute or so later she called out... "Moses, why don't you join me?"

For those readers of Dark Cavern who are saying, this is all Bullshit and in the real world these things just don't happen... I'll let the photos finish the story.