One of the hazards of working in the restaurant industry is that my boss is always sending me hither and thither to check out the latest farm-to-table fad or organic wine sensation. But one long weekend during a rather hot and sticky autumn, I caught an assignment in a pastoral town in Canada.

I had three vineyard tours and several restaurants on my itinerary, so I decided to drive in a day early to give myself some time to relax and take in the scenery. However, I ended up taking in even more scenery than I’d expected when my car died at the end of a long dirt road that passed between two farms.

With a spotty GPS signal, I really had no idea where I was to even call for a tow, so I decided to head toward the greenhouse on the horizon. I said a silent prayer as I walked, hoping I’d find a good Samaritan, instead of one of any number of horror movie scenarios that involve single women whose cars break down in rural areas. But obviously, since I’m writing to Penthouse Letters, you can infer that I did indeed survive — and that my afternoon ended up even steamier than my overheated engine!

As I approached the greenhouse, a man came around the outside, talking on his cellphone. He didn’t see me at first, which is probably just as well because it gave me a moment to take in the sight of him. He was around six feet tall with broad shoulders. His muscular arms were accentuated by his black T-shirt. He had longish hair pulled back in a short ponytail and the barest trace of a well-trimmed beard around his square jaw. I stopped dead in my tracks as he looked over at me and ended his call.

I apologized for interrupting him at the same time he said hello, and we both laughed.

“I’m from out of town. I got lost and then my car died down the road,” I babbled.

“That sucks. Want me to call you a tow?”

“Please, that would be amazing.”

“Follow me,” he said. “I have an office around back here. It’s got AC — and cold drinks.”

“That sounds wonderful. This sun is really intense!”

“It can feel that way, especially if you’re not from around here.”

He motioned for me to follow him. I tried not to be too obvious as I took in the sight of his hunky body.

He glanced over his shoulder, and our eyes met as he told me his name was Patrick.

I brushed my hair back as I introduced myself and told him, “It’s nice — and a relief — to meet you. I mean, I really don’t know what I would have done if no one was around.”

“Usually there are more people here. But today I’m flying solo.”

Patrick led me into the modular office that was connected to the greenhouse. A large window overlooked some of the growing area.

“This is quite the command center,” I mused as I looked around. Opposite the computers and the window were a couch and a mini fridge.

“One-way tinted glass,” he explained. “Not really a privacy thing. It’s actually to help insulate the greenhouse.” Then he picked up the phone, hit the speaker button and proceeded to call the local tow company.

I sat in the swivel chair next to Patrick and chimed in with details where appropriate. But I had to admit, it’d been awhile since I’d felt so taken care of and at ease.

“They’ll be here in 45 minutes,” Patrick reiterated after the call was through.

“Thank you so much!” I exhaled with relief. “You’re really a lifesaver!”

As the stress left my body, I found it was fully replaced by other sensations, all of which were inspired by Patrick.

“Want a beer? After all, you’re not driving anytime soon.”

“Hell yeah!”

We moved to the couch with a couple of bottles and kicked off our shoes. As our small talk moved into more flirtatious territory, I found it harder and harder to ignore the raw lust welling within me. It’d been about a year since my last relationship, and the bevvy of hookups afterward hadn’t exactly been satisfying encounters.

To cope, I’d thrown myself into work, but the longer I looked at Patrick, and the longer we talked, the more impossible it was to deny the desire coursing through my body. I became hyperaware of the butterflies in my stomach, my stiffening nipples inside my bra, and the little pulses of arousal that zip-lined from my engorged clit to my warm, wet pussy.

As the conversation lulled around the subject of interesting things to see in town, I decided to just go for it: “So, are you single?”

He nodded his head. “You?”

“Completely,” I replied. As we locked eyes again, I moved my bare foot up his denim-clad leg. “I’m wide open.”

He caressed my foot as he said, “It’s a good thing you ended up here then.”

It’s hard to say who pounced first, but shortly after he uttered those words, we were intertwined. Our kisses quickly grew more frantic, and I felt absolutely ravenous.

I peeled off my top and let him reach around to unhook my bra. Patrick kissed his way down the side of my neck and teased my nipples.

“My pussy is so fucking wet for you,” I confessed in a husky whisper.

“Well, then let’s see,” he replied. His fingers slid into my shorts and beneath my panties to make contact with my clit.

What bliss! I moaned as I felt his thick fingers gliding into my slick slit.

“Mmm, you are wet,” Patrick murmured as he continued to tease me with his dancing digits.

As much as I was enjoying his caress, I wanted to switch things up. I pulled Patrick’s hand away and made a show of licking my juices off his fingers.

“I want to thank you for helping me,” I said, playfully shoving him back on the couch.

“Oh?”

“Don’t worry,” I whispered. “This wet pussy isn’t going anywhere, but first I need to take care of your hard cock.”

I cupped his sizable bulge, stroking it through his jeans. I yanked open his zipper, and much to my delight, his erect cock practically shot out like a spring. Once I’d helped him out of his pants, I gripped his shaft and said, “This really is my lucky day.”

I leaned forward and traced a lazy circle around his sensitive glans with my tongue.

“I love a thick, uncut dick,” I said on a sigh. As I spoke, the greenhouse grow lights switched on through the window, making me jump. They cast an eerie glow on us.

“Don’t worry, no one is here.” He spoke softly, as if sensing my concern. “It’s all on timers. It’s just us and a sea of green.”

I looked from the vast array of thriving plants back to him. Patrick’s face was a mask of animalistic pleasure as I proceeded to engulf him with my mouth. He groaned and caressed my cheek. Ever the gentleman, he held back my hair as I sucked his shaft.

With my free hand, I gave his balls a gentle tug. He groaned, and I took that as my cue to continue. I kissed the tip of his dick before swallowing him once more. I gradually took more and more of his shaft down my throat and started to bob up and down on his formidable length.

Patrick emitted a helpless, guttural moan as his hefty dick bottomed out in my throat. Gagging just a little, I came up for air and spit in my hand, continuing to pump that pistol while I caught my breath.

I leaned forward to envelop his cock between my hefty tits as I said, “I can’t wait to feel this monster inside me.”

He was at a loss for words as I milked his shaft with my breasts, pumping it up and down and occasionally sucking on the head. Seeing him so turned on only made me more determined.

Patrick was beside himself with bliss, muttering warnings about his impending explosion.

“Give me that fucking load!” I told him before I dove down and swallowed his cock. I kept one hand on the base of him, while working him harder and harder with my mouth. I felt powerful knowing I was taking him to the edge. And sure enough, as his breath grew more ragged, he unleashed a torrent of hot come across my tongue.

I won’t say it was my smoothest swallow ever, but it wasn’t anything a swig of beer couldn’t chase.

Covered in sweat, Patrick panted and caught his breath, while I gazed at him with a look of smug satisfaction.

“Let me know when you’re ready to go again,” I told him as I glanced at the office clock. “Looks like we still have some time.”

“Where did you come from, woman?”

“Your wildest dreams,” I said, standing up and stripping off my shorts and panties to give him an unimpeded view of my soaking pussy.

Patrick playfully swatted my ass as I climbed on top of him, grinding my wet pussy against his spent cock, which was already showing signs of new life.

“Want me to show you around town later?” he asked, a little breathless.

“Among other places,” I told him before bringing my lips to his for a smoldering kiss.

“Well, let’s start here.” He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me, so he could be on top and promptly plunged his rejuvenated cock into me to the hilt.

We fucked like crazy on the couch in a pheromone-fueled romp that ended mere moments before the tow truck arrived. But don’t worry, I ended up returning to Patrick’s place for a more leisurely greenhouse tour the following night, and together we’ve discovered even hotter ways to grow.