This was going to be the most difficult trip Cindy was ever to undertake. She knew it was over a long time ago, yet she held on, something she could do no longer. The engagement was a total waste of time; they never saw each other and Cindy suspected that he was having sex on the sideline even though they had both promised to be faithful. It had to end and she was on her way to make it so.
As she was driving to Cape Town, it struck her like a bomb she had never has her mustang checked out. Oh well, if something happened, it happened. Her words had hardly left her lips when she heard the most peculiar sound coming from her cars engine.
With a stutter and a shudder her car came to a complete stop, standing on the side of the road. She could kick herself. She climbed out and walked around the front of the Mustang, with a bit of a struggle she managed to lift the heavy hood. Leaning forward over the grill she felt her short skirt hike up the back of her thighs, another millimeter or two and the crack of her ass would be showing beneath the hem. Her tiny red g- string pulled tightly up between her firm ass cheeks and in doing so pressed the small patch of silk panties firmly against her pussy lips, the pressure, she could feel, slightly parting the smooth shaven flesh. It had been a long time since anything other than her own practiced fingers had passed between those lips and into the liquid heaven beyond. She longed for a man, no strings attached to take her and ravage her, fuck her to a point where she wanted to pass out with pleasure. Ooh her thoughts were beginning to have a slippery effect on the area directly beneath that same small piece of silky panties.
Meanwhile...
Jacque had just had the mother of all fights with his fiancé and called off the engagement. What a bitch! He couldn't take it any longer. How could she deny the affair she was having with his father? He knew he was sober when he went for a walk down to the river on his farm. He saw them, his fiancée and his father. How could they? How could his father? There she was on her knees in front of him, her mouth around his stiffly erect cock. Her head moving back and forth as she drove his shaft in and out of her soft mouth. She knew how he enjoyed it when she took his cock in her mouth but lately she had not wanted to, he had wondered why but it was all clear now. She pumped furiously on his fathers cock, teasing his balls, teasing the oncoming orgasm to the surface. Jacque had turned away just as the explosive rush of semen began to shoot into her mouth.
Memories of what he had seen haunted him as he slammed the door of his Ford Ranger 4x4. Driving like a bat out of hell on the dirt road driving away from his farm, his hurt, and his pain. On the main road he turned.
Driving on the road his mind where on other things.
By now Cindy was almost in tears, she had searched through everything, which she imagined could be wrong. In order to reach some places under the hood she had stepped up onto the bumper and was bent forward over the motor, She could feel the cool breeze fanning her naked ass as she fought to find the reason for her breakdown but she was not perturbed by the fact that if any one drove past they would quite comfortably have full view of her red panties covered pussy. Not only was she exposed down there but in leaning forward her ample breasts were almost totally exposed by her low cut top. Cindy hated wearing bras, her firm, perky tits allowed her to go braless with confidence that she would be turning heads. Right now she would certainly be turning heads. Her pink nipples with their slightly darker circular areolas were clearly visible where her top had fallen forward.
Jacque was driving when he saw the red Mustang; stupid he thought to leave a classic next to the road. Driving past he suddenly noticed a pair of slim legs disappearing under the hood. He pulled over and stopped. Walking over towards the Mustang he noticed that the pair of legs now ended in a perfectly shaped, firm ass. Sitting squarely between the cheeks was an equally perfect pear shaped pussy, covered in a very tight fitting, very small red silk triangle of panties. The little piece of fabric was trying very hard to hide the secret beneath it but was defiantly not winning. As he approached, Jacque could clearly make out the edges of two soft pussy lips appearing around the elastic line of the panties. As he got closer still Jacque could make out the defined spot between her ass cheeks where the thin line of the g-string parted those delicious orbs, that dark secret place.
She must have heard his approach because there was a brief struggle for balance which caused a further parting of those delectable thighs, revealing even more of the little red patch where it bravely covered the taunt mound of her vagina, trying desperately to keep the lady's pussy closed despite her every effort to spread it wide open.
