When my van was stolen during a booking in Philadelphia I felt like my world had turned upside down. I was on stage when the manager came to tell me and I just broke down. I cancelled the rest of the booking and managed to work out a ride back home to Florida where I intended to sulk for a while and lick my wounds.
I stayed home for a couple of weeks and the sulking was going quite well, but I also knew that I had another booking coming up and I couldn't avoid it any longer...I had to go buy another vehicle. At the time I'd been traveling in a conversion van that was big enough to hold all my costumes and props and it had worked out pretty well. There was a TV and a bench seat that folded down into a bed. It had been perfect for those long long drives across the country and I missed it already.. Well, at least I knew what I was looking for. Now the trick was buying it without losing my mind.
I dressed down as much as possible, just a black sweater and a long flowing skirt, but when I walked into the dealership all of the salesmen and the other customers stopped and stared. I don't mind so much, I'm pretty used to it by now, but the salesman that approached me was already staring at my boobs as he greeted me. As I told him what I was looking for his gaze kept flicking back and forth from my face to my chest and it started to irritate me. After what I'd been through I just wasn't in the mood, you know what I mean?
He led me out to the back lot where they kept their vans and showed me several of them, one of which I really liked. When I started asking questions about it he kept trying to talk to me about one of the others. He couldn't seem to accept that I knew what I wanted, and then he sealed his fate by hitting on me. That just royally pissed me off. I gave him my answer using a hand sign that's very popular in traffic, then I headed back to the showroom to give someone a large piece of my mind.
I yanked the door open and started into the showroom but I didn't get far before a woman I hadn't previously seen intercepted me. I guess she'd been watching from the window and had pretty much figured out what had happened. She introduced herself as Darlene, told me she was the assistant manager and asked me to step into her office. I was still pretty mad and started to say so but she cut me short by putting her hand on my arm and smiling. "Come on," she said, and turned to lead me to her office. For some reason all the fire went out of me then and I just wanted to sit down.
I followed her across the room and I couldn't help but think about how nice she looked. I guessed her to be between 35 and 40. She was about 5'10" with long curly auburn hair and beautiful blue eyes. She wore a dark business suit that was cut so that it accented her curves. The jacket was open and showed the pretty white blouse she had on. All in all she was a very appealing lady and as it will, my mind started to wander. What can I say, I'd been home for two weeks and hadn't had any sex for three before that. I was primed.
We sat in her office for a while and talked. I told her all about what had happened, and she told me not to worry, that she'd deal with him in her own way. I liked her voice and her easy laughter soon had me smiling and feeling better than I had for a while. It was nice to unburden myself to a stranger, and she was surprisingly easy to talk to. I told her all about the theft and that I still needed to buy a van, and I asked if she could sell me the one that I wanted. I wasn't up for dealing with another guy right then, and sighed with relief when she told that she'd be happy to.
She grabbed the keys and we walked back out to the lot. I checked out the van and to my delight found that the interior was even nicer that the one I'd lost. It had the same TV/bed setup but this one also had two captain's chairs behind the driver and passenger seats, and the rear windows were all darkly tinted. I loved it.
She handed me the keys and we climbed in to take a test drive. We talked about the van as we drove and it took me a few minutes before I noticed that while I was watching the road, she was staring openly at my breasts. It was the first sign she'd given to indicate she was interested, and it made me smile inside. I leaned back and stretched against the highbacked seat to give her a good long look, then deliberately hit a bump so it would make them bounce without looking like I was trying to. I kept waiting for her to say something but she just stayed casual, talking about the van and asking me questions about the places I've been and the things I've done. Whenever I turned toward her she always met my gaze, but I could see her staring out of the corner of my eye when I was looking ahead, thinking I didn't know. In my mind a plan began to unfold...
I made the turn down the road to the beach I go to occasionally and Darlene never noticed until I turned into the shell parking area. There weren't any other cars in the lot at that time of day in the middle of the week, just as I'd hoped. I drove down to the end of the last row and parked under the trees, angling so we could see the water. I left the van running and the air on, then turned toward her. She looked at me questioningly and I smiled. "Do you want to see?" I asked her softly. She stammered when she tried to speak, then settled for a nod. I locked the doors, then slipped between the front seats and settled in one of the captain's chairs. I moved the lever at the base and turned the chair toward her. "Then come here and see for yourself," I whispered.
She quickly followed me, kneeling in front of the chair on the thick carpeting. She looked out the windows nervously, then gazed raptly at me as her hands began to caress my breasts, circling and kneading them softly, her fingers following the line of my bra. The sensation thrilled me and I sighed with pleasure. Her nimble fingers started undoing the buttons on my sweater but fumbled a little in her haste. I laughed and said, "Take your time, there's no rush."
I placed my hands on either side of her face, then leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met I as slid my fingers back through her luxuriant hair, my tongue slipping into her mouth, meeting her own and she moaned softly. We kissed long and slow, our tongues probing and dancing together as she finished unbuttoning me. She pulled back and watched as she opened my sweater to reveal my straining white lacy bra, her eyes glued to the sight. She pressed her breasts against mine as she reached around to unclasp my bra, and I slid my hands under her jacket and cupped them gently. I could feel her hard nipples straining for release and I pinched them between my thumbs and forefingers, making her gasp as my bra straps sprang forward in release. She slid her hands up and under the shoulder straps, sliding them down my arms and pulling my bra off. Her eyes widened at the first sight of my bare breasts, then a wide smile slowly spread over her face. "My god," she whispered, "They're huge." She slipped a hand under my right breast and lifted it a little, then said, "And they're heavy!"
I laughed again, then hissed as she sucked my nipple into her mouth. With both hands holding my breast she nursed me, biting lightly and laving my stiff nip with her tongue, sending shocks down through my body. My pussy instantly moistened as she nuzzled first one breast, then switched to the other while I thrilled at the sight and feeling of her indulging in the basic human need to nurse. I caressed her head as she lost herself in the moment, making small noises as she ministered to my heaving breasts.
After a few minutes I gently pushed her back and my nipple popped from her mouth with a smacking sound. She looked up at me, her breathing ragged and her face flushed. I lifted her jacket back off her shoulders and she shrugged out of it, laying it on the other seat. She started unbuttoning her blouse and I sat back to watch. She wasted no time stripping it off and adding it to the growing pile on the seat. Her hands were sliding up and down her body, over her pretty pink bra and squeezing her full breasts, then down her torso and between her legs. She cupped her pussy through her slacks, bumping her hips forward as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, moaning softly. I responded to her teasing by sliding my skirt up and hooking my right leg over the arm of my chair. When she looked forward again the sight that greeted her was my skirt bunched about my waist and my left hand caressing my very wet pussy. No panties for me, I like to feel naughty.
