Roxy stood there like a schoolgirl letting her gaze roam over the people hanging around the parking lot. Dressed in a slutty outfit of high heels, knee socks, plaid skirt that barely reached her thighs, white button-up shirt that was tied to show off her stomach with a skimpy sweater vest to cover her, she felt the part. Everyone was in college but she still felt like the oldest there. Her friend dragged her to a spot where people raced and drifted import cars for money, respect, and pride. She was there to see if she could get some of that money and so far she had plenty of potential prospects.
"Hey Gerald, are you ready? You're next!" one guy yelled.
A guy of average height turned around at the sound of his name. He had dark dirty blond features over olive skin covered in a tight black shirt and jeans. He was propped up against a black import that was no doubt turbo charged. Roxy couldn't help but keep redirecting her attention to him, just something about him. She made her way closer to him in order to gain all his attention. He noticed the female dressed up like a wore out school girl slut move towards him. Gerald couldn't put effort into talking to her until after he was done racing.
Gerald sped through with a practiced ease and after winning he kept his distance from the woman to see what she'd do. As the evening wore on the crowd lessened but the slut kept her distance from Gerald. Several times that night he thought she'd left after seeing her reappear. His eyes kept wondering his way back to her where more than once she met his gaze. He knew that before he left that evening he would have to go to her and find out what kept drawing her to him.
"Hello Mr. Popular," a female voice came from behind him in the wee hours of the morning. Gerald turned around to see who it was, he had guessed right; it was the slut in the school girl outfit. She smiled after he looked his fill of her. "Can I get a ride?"
Gerald smiled as he was about to get inside his car. It was late and he had to catch a few minutes sleep. He thought her ride must have left her behind. "Sure, hop in," he replied.
Roxy snickered behind her hand, "I wasn't talking about that kind of ride." She crushed her lips hard against his, cupping a hand behind his neck. Her mouth raced to his neck while her hands moved over his chest, back, and shoulders.
After being attacked Gerald started pushing away from her. "Whoa! Hang on a minute!" he yelled. When he finally gained his composure he stared at her while she tried not to laugh. "What is wrong with you?"
"Sorry hun but cars, racing, and good looking men get the best of me," Roxy apologized. "Since you're the big winner tonight and the most popular I wanted to have you."
Gerald couldn't believe what she was saying. She stunned him again by placing her hand on his crotch and squeezing gently. Gerald felt himself become aroused at her touch, he gave in. He pushed his body onto her as he crushed his lips against hers, slamming them against the side of the car. Her hands immediately reached for his cock, rubbing through the jeans while her mouth moved over to his ear and neck, biting and sucking. He roamed his hands over her flesh in a steady pace, finding sweet spots that made her jump and quiver. Gerald's mouth took in one breast at a time, suckling and savoring it while his hand played with the nipple.
"Mmm, I wanna taste," Roxy spoke. She unzipped his jeans to pull out his hard, fat dick. Quickly she filled her mouth hungrily with his meat, taking him up to his balls. Her head bobbed up and down slowly before picking up pace. She reached her hands up to fondle his testicles gently.
