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He was quite good-looking, a blonde-haired guy in his twenties with a nice smile. She thought that he’d tried to sneak a peek of her while they were changing the tire; she was relieved instead to hear him saying "But you’re Miss Claudia Hamilton, aren’t you? What a honour!" Still sitting in her old Ford convertible, she smiled, feeling suddenly much more confident, in complete control of the situation. She knew that her perfect long legs were nicely exposed by her pleated miniskirt, and she knew what the boy would like to see, what would be a nice reward for his help. She smiled at him, and said in a childish voice "Yes.... and so you might be so kind to change me the tire? I’m not so good at it, you know...." "Sure!" The teenager said, smiling broadly, in childish excitement, "but then you’ll owe me an autograph!"
Smiling at the naive youngster, she said "Of course, honey". But she wanted to ‘encourage’ him a little bit more, so, when he got a few feet apart disappearing behind a tin hut to look for a telephone to ‘tell his mother he’d be a little late’ and then went for the spare in the boot, she slid a little bit in the seat; that way, she knew that her white thin panties would have been visible under her miniskirt. The gorgeous actress sometimes enjoyed teasing boys like that, and the bulging eyes and crotch of the boy, when he came back asking for the keys of the boot, were good fun for her.