It was a hot as hell summer day and I was at the Nimitz Road Flea market, just walking up and down the long section of open tables. There weren't even any stalls here, just a long metal roof that that covered about 47 dealers. There were the standard socks, cheap shirts and jeans, sun glasses and knock off purses sold by the Thai and Vietnamese families. A few people had collectibles; comic books and such, which is why I went. The rest of the tables offered a hodge podge of knick knacks and bric a brac and, well, crap. These tables I called 'Garage Sale Deluxe'.
One table had three boxes of comics, and no one around. I started looking through them, figuring someone would show up eventually. And indeed, someone did. A woman about my age, 21 or so came shuffling up, looking bored as hell. She had a huge tumbler of something cold and was sucking away at the straw. She had jean shorts she had made herself, a white Lynyrd Skynyrd T-Shirt with a black bra underneath. She was close to skinny, but she had a decent figure. She had freckles across her small nose and her mouth had a wicked little curve to it, with thick lips that were hard not to stare at, like Jayne Mansfield's.
She didn't even shoot me a glance as she flopped in a chair behind the table. I kept going through the comics and found a few I liked. I looked at the woman to pay, and she was looking off into the ether, leaving me free to stare at her chest and her long slender legs, that when stretched out in front of her looked rather enticing. I waved my hand to get her attention and held up the comics.
"Three." was all she said.
I paid her three bucks and was about to leave when I saw Sheila walk by in the distance. She was the woman who had screwed me in her stall the other day. Suddenly, I got a little brave.
"Miss, I gotta say you looked bored as hell." I told the freckled girl in front of me.
"Well now, that must be because I am."
"What would you rather be doing?"
"Why do you care?" she said finally looking up at me. She had dark eyebrows which made her green eyes look even more intense.
"Maybe because I'm bored too. Shit, I got nothing better to do than buy comic books, and that's sadder than hell." She laughed at that, and we started talking. Her name was Valerie, and she was visiting from Oklahoma, and had to watch the table for her Aunt and Uncle for a while. She didn't get along with them at all, and we bonded over family troubles for a while. When she dropped the fact she was done with the sale at 5, I asked her if I could come by and pick her up. She peered at me for a bit, like she was trying to look through my skin with X-ray vision.
"What? Are you trying to read my aura?" I joked.
"Kinda, yeah." She had the cutest redneck accent. "Um, do you have a wife or a girlfriend?" She asked, which somehow made my cock stir in my pants.
"Nope. You?"
"Nope. Hey, tell you what, do me a favor and I'll let you have that whole box of comics."
"Do I have to kill someone?"
"Nope. Come on, can't you just do a girl a favor?"
"What is it?"
"Damn, just say yes, don't be a pussy!" She swatted my arm.
"Fine, fine. What do I do?"
She squealed a little and threw a tarp over the table. "Come on!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the employee's area of the flea market, which was just a couple acres of fields with a bunch of mobile homes and trailers with a tree here and there. We came to a brown double-wide trailer that had seen better days in the very back part of the area. She stopped at the front door and turned to face me.
"Allright, I need to get back to Oklahoma, and there's only one way to get my Aunt and Uncle mad enough to kick me out. So, we're going to go in, and start making out and stuff, and when they get back, they'll find me kissing a man, and they'll scream, you'll run away and I'll get to go home."
"Uh...and your Uncle? Is he a large man? Or more importantly, is he an armed man?"
"Nope on both counts. Now, don't worry! This is going to be fun, and it will get you that whole box of comics."
"Well, I..."
"Great!" She said, and opened the door and pulled me in. It was pretty nice inside actually, with good furniture and some nice art on the walls. Valerie saw my look of surprise. "Oh yeah, they got great taste in decor, but they are total prudes." She had retrieved a bottle of Bulleit Bourbon from the kitchen and two glasses. She poured, served, and toasted. "Here's to getting the fuck out of here!" We drank, slammed the shot gasses down and she threw her arms around my neck. "They'll be home any minute now, let's get to sinning!"
She kissed me flat lipped hard on the mouth, like black and white movie stars kiss. I gave what a got, and then pulled her a little closer, and gave her a semi-chaste kiss of my own. And then two quick little kisses on her neck which made her coo a bit.
"Hey, I gotta make it look good.", I said, nuzzling her neck.
"Yeah, I get you, if you're gonna do something then do it right." I kissed her again and this time she kissed back. Damn! This girl could kiss like nobody's business! Granted, I was only 20 had hadn't had a lot of experience, but I had kissed a few girls, and this was way different! I think she felt it too, as she started running her hands up and down my back.
"Hey, it would look even more salacious if we were on the couch." I said while coming up for air.
"What's salacious mean?" she asked me.
"Nasty."
She gave me a big smile. "Yeah, allright!" We sat next to each other on the couch and started to kiss again. I got a little braver and put my hands on her thighs, which she allowed, in fact a few seconds after I touched her leg, she hopped up, threw a leg over my lap and straddled me, face to face.
"I'd bet this is even more salacious!" She giggled.
"And you would win that bet!" I agreed, and we started making out heavily now. I reached under her shirt to massage one of her breasts and she leaned into me, softly moaning into my mouth as I did. I was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt, which did nothing to hide my erection, especially as Valerie was rubbing her jean covered crotch on mine. I got both hands under her shirt and rubbed her tits harder, squeezing them in my large hands. We were both breathing hard now, our hands all over each other.
"So...", I said coming up for air. "They should be here...anytime now, right...?"
"Oh hell I don't give a fuck anymore about no playactin'!" She plopped down between my knees and almost ripped my sweat pants as she yanked them down to my ankles. She pulled my 8" cock out of my shorts and started going down on it immediately. She was eager, almost too eager. I saw her hand sneak down into her shorts and start playing with herself, and her ass began to twitch in response. Looking over her ass, I noticed the faces of a man and a woman looking through the window, I almost yelled, but the faces saw me notice them, and hushed me to silence. Why I obeyed them, I don't know. Maybe it the was blowjob I was getting from this white trash cutie, ya think?