Mustang Sally 6

MUSTANG SALLY

CHAPTER 1

My name is Dave. I'm 57, widowed, childless, and live alone. I lost my wife to cancer 2 years ago. I've always loved classic cars. I'm finally in a position where I was able to purchase one. It took a while to find one at a reasonable price.

I recently purchased a '66 Chevelle SS. It's all original. It has the big block 396, 4 speed. It is blue with black stripes. Black interior. It needs restoring, but is in pretty decent shape. The motor was rebuilt in '96 at 105,000 miles. It has 90,000 on the rebuilt motor. I plan to restore it over the next couple of years, but for now. It's driveable, and runs damn good. It's not a show car, nor will it be. I plan on driving it and having fun.

There was a car show in town last week. I fired up Kimmie. That's what I named the Chevelle because she was pretty and hot, like my deceased wife. I headed out to the car show a little early so I could ride around for a while before the show. I saw quite a few other classics headed to the show or out for a drive before going. Some really, really nice, some pretty nice, and some in various states of restoration. And a few rust buckets. When it comes to cars, I feel it's simply a matter of what you like.

I stopped at a stoplight just outside of town and a green '67 Mustang Mach 1 stopped in the lane beside me. It was a very nice ride. Looked like it wasn't completely restored to original condition, but in good shape. It sounded really good. A very pretty girl was driving it. She saw me looking over at her and her car and smiled.

When the light changed I took off and goosed Kimmie a little, burning a little rubber, as they say. At the next light the girl in the Mach 1 smiled, and gave me a thumbs up. When the light changed she took off and showed me a little of what the 'Stang could do.

We were on Broad St. and it was Sunday afternoon so the traffic was light. At the next light we both took off not HARD hard, but got on it pretty good. We each looked over at the other and just grinned like a couple of idiots. At the next light we both complimented the other on their fine ride. Our windows were down as it was a nice warm day. We chatted a little at each light. I asked if she wanted to go to a place I knew where we could let 'em loose a little. She said "Sure."

I told her to follow me and I led her out to Wilson Flats. That was what the locals had always called the area. It was just a long, flat, straight stretch of road that went by a farm that used to be owned by a family named Wilson. It has since been bought by some developer and I'm sure it will be turned into a housing development. But for now the farm sits empty. It's where all the kids have been going to drag race for years.

I stopped at a marker that had been put up years ago by me and some of my friends to mark the beginning of the quarter mile. She pulled up beside me and I told her there was a sign exactly 1/4 of a mile from this spot that said Taggart 5 miles. I told her the road was good. No potholes or anything. And you can see a mile ahead if not more. She nodded and said, "Let's do it."

Since neither of us had anyone with us to start us I suggested that we use the blinking red light on the cell tower in the distance. After I say start we go on the third blink of the light. She agreed. I let her watch the light for a minute to get a feel for how long it was between flashes. She said she was ready.

After verifying there was no one else on the road we got lined up side by side, me on the right and her on the left.

I revved my engine to where I felt I could get my best launch. Her Mach 1 was automatic so she held her foot on the brake and revved. I said "GO." On the third flash of the red light we launched. She got the jump on me off the line. When I hit 2nd. I caught up slightly. I shifted into 3rd. and pulled up even with her. When I hit 4th. I was doing 120 mph. We passed the Taggert sign dead even beside each other.

I know some of you younger guys will say that's slow. And that your Honda is quicker. And you may be right. But I'm an old guy and I like my old cars, and the torque of a big engine.

We slowed down and she fell in behind me. I pulled over at a picnic table on the side of the road another 100 yards up the road and she pulled in behind me. I got out of my car and went back to talk to her. I said, "That was some nice driving. I'm impressed. And I love your car." I held out my hand. "I'm Dave. Pleased to meet you."

She shook my hand. "Hi Dave. I'm Bonnie. Pleased to meet you, also. And thanks. I do enjoy driving. And a little racing now and then. I like your car, too. '66? 396?"

"Thanks. Yeah, '66 SS396. What's under your hood? 351? 390? Or 428?"

"Just the 351."

"Well it ain't no slouch. And you handle it quite nicely."

"I've done a little drag racing before. My former boyfriend got me into it. Nothing big time or anything. Just at the local track."

"Do you mind if I take a look at your car?"

"Not at all. Help yourself."

Bonnie got out of her car and I took note of just how pretty she is. She was wearing jeans and a tank top. I sat in the driver's seat. The interior was well kept. It had a black interior. Bucket seats, everything clean and shiny. I'm sure it had been redone at some point. "Nice. Beautiful car. May I look under the hood?"

"By all means."

I raised the hood and saw the engine was as clean as the rest of the car. Looked stock, as far as I could tell, but of course you can't see inside. "You keep your car nice and clean."

"I do like a clean ride. And I'm proud of Sally. May I check out yours?"

"Of course. You named your car Sally? That's appropriate, I guess."

"I know it's silly."

"No, not at all. I like it. Mustang Sally."

She looked Kimmie over and gave her approval. "I think the '66 and '67 Chevelles are my favorites next to the Mach 1. Of course it's got to be a big block."

"Of course. Nothing like the torque of a big block."

"Are you headed to the car show over at Taggert?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah. It's getting close to time for it to start. I guess we should go."

"I guess I'll see you there."

"See you there."

CHAPTER 2

Bonnie and I had both entered our cars in the show. Neither of us expected to win anything because neither of our cars were in mint condition. We happened to get slots not right beside each other, but there were only 2 others between us. That made us both happy because we didn't know anybody else there. We didn't really know each other, but at least we had met.

As it turned out Bonnie did win a trophy for best street driven car. I never quite understood having a gorgeous car that you can't drive. But to each his own, as they say.

I congratulated Bonnie after the show and told her it was really nice to meet her. I asked where she was from. "Just down the road about 20 miles in Stratton," she told me. "How about you?"

"About 10 miles the other way in Aurora."

"Would you like to grab something to eat before we go? I don't feel like cooking when I get home."

"Sounds good to me. Anything in particular you want?"

"Not really. Burgers and fries are fine. Or a sub. Anything."

"There's a place here in town that has pretty good burgers. They use fresh burger instead of frozen patties."

"Yum. Works for me."

We went to Harry's.That was the name of the burger place. She said it was the best burger she ever had. We had a slice of Alice's homemade apple pie and a cup of coffee for dessert. Alice is Harry's wife. They're both in their late 60's and have owned this restaurant for 40 some years.

It was about 8 PM when we left the restaurant. Bonnie asked me if I would like to get together again sometime and have dinner or something. I said I would love to. "But," she added, "only if I can drive Kimmie sometime."

"Of course. But only if I can drive Sally."

"You got a deal."

We exchanged numbers and went our separate ways. I was surprised that she had asked me about going out. I didn't know how old she was but I knew she was a lot younger than me. I guessed probably about 30 to 35. But maybe it was strictly platonic. She had mentioned a former boyfriend. Maybe she just wanted companionship until she met the next one.

CHAPTER 3

I called Bonnie the next weekend. I told her I had heard there was a car show up in Bailey tomorrow and asked if she knew about it. She said she had heard about it but wasn't taking Sally because she heard it was almost all completely restored cars that were trailered in. Strictly top end stuff. I said I didn't know that. "But would you like to ride up and check them out?"

"Sure. I do enjoy seeing nice cars. I enjoy driving them more, but it's fun to look, too. Are you taking Kimmie?"

"I won't enter her, but, yeah, we can drive up in her. And you can drive if you want to."

"Hell, yeah!"

"Give me your address and I'll pick you up. Say noon? That'll give us enough time to get some lunch before going to the show."

"Sounds good. 932 Jackson Boulevard. In Stratton. I'll see you when you pull up and come out."

"Great. I'll see you tomorrow at noon."

"See you tomorrow."

I was excited to be going out with someone. I had not been on a date since Kimmie passed. And maybe this wasn't a date. It might be just 2 friends going to a car show. But I was nervous about it anyway.

I pulled up in front of Bonnie's place at noon the next day. It was a small house one block off of Main St. Easy enough to find. Looked like a pretty nice house, and a decent neighborhood. She had a small front yard and a carport beside the house where Sally sat under a cover.

Bonnie came out the front door wearing a fairly short dark blue skirt and a white button up blouse. Her raven hair hung loosely down her back and over her shoulders. She looked great. I couldn't help but notice how nice her legs looked. She was wearing jeans last weekend. And I also noticed she had a pretty nice rack.

When I saw her come out her door I got out of my car. I went around my car to greet her. She hugged me and said hi. I asked, "Ready to go?"

"Oh yeah. Looking forward to it."

"You're driving. Remember? If you want to, that is."

"Really. Can I?"

"Yeah. I told you you could."

"Hot damn!" She went around and got in the driver's seat. I got in the passenger side. I knew she could handle a car because I had seen her drive. She fired it up and revved the engine a couple times. Kimmie does sound nice. She has chambered exhaust. She can be a little loud and you have to watch it when cops are around. Bonnie smiled and said, "Oh yeah. Nice."

"You can drive a stick, I assume."

"Oh yeah. My last car was a stick. It was a Mustang, too. Not a classic, though. It was a 2000. Piece of shit."

"Okay. Take it away."

She took off slow and got the feel of the car for a few miles. "Handles nice," she said. "And runs nice." I had been watching her bare legs as she worked the clutch and accelerator.

"Go ahead and see what she's got," I told her. She looked at and smiled. We were on a 2 lane road with virtually no traffic. We were doing about 50. She pushed the clutch in, dropped down to third, let the clutch out and pushed the accelerator to the floor. The big block responded immediately. The torque of it pushed us back in our seats. We hit 70 instantly and she shifted into 4th. Within a few seconds we were doing 100 and she backed off.

Bonnie was grinning from ear to ear. "Holy shit," she said, "That was awesome."

"It is, ain't it?" But I'm sure Sally does the same thing."

"She does. But there's nothing like the torque of a big block."

"I do like a woman who knows her cars."

We talked as we rode the rest of the way. Every so often Bonnie kicked it just for the hell of it. She was having a ball. I found out she was 33, about what I had guessed. Her former boyfriend was in jail for selling drugs, which she had known nothing about until the cops showed up at his place one night when she was there. That was about a year ago. They had dated for 2 years. He had owned a Mustang. It was a 70 that had been modified for drag racing and that's how she got into it. She said she sold her 2000 Mustang, and used the money she had saved and bought Sally for $20,000. Which was a good deal. She said her boyfriend had been a gearhead, and her Dad was, also. That's how she knew so much about cars. She grew up working on cars with her dad.

I told her about my wife dying of cancer and how I was lonely and had bought Kimmie hoping to fill the void. How I had owned some pretty nice cars in my younger days, but had given them up after getting married and 'settling down.' I told her I was 57. I looked at her face to see her reaction to that. I saw no change.

We stopped at a Cracker Barrel and ate lunch. We chatted about everything and learned more about each other. She was a representative for a pharmaceutical company. She visited doctors offices showing them the latest and greatest medications out there and trying to get them to prescribe them to patients. And giving them samples. She said she made pretty good money doing it. I told her I am an advertising specialist. I write advertisements for companies for radio and magazines. When she told me the name of the company she works for I told her I had written some of their ads. She asked which ones and, when I mentioned some of them, she was familiar and said she liked my work. Small world.

Then I said, "I guess you and your former boyfriend were kinda in the same line of work." When I saw the look on her face I backtracked fast. "I'm sorry. That was a bad joke. I was trying to be funny, but that was in poor taste. Please forgive me."

"It's okay. It's just that that's a sore subject with me. I know you were joking."

We went to the show. Neither of us was impressed. It was mostly newer stuff. 80's, 90's, and even stuff in the 2000's. Which is fine for those that like them, but it wasn't the kind of cars either of us liked. So we didn't stay long. I apologized for taking her to a show like that. She said, "You didn't know. They advertised it as a classic car show. Those aren't classics in my book."

"Me, neither. Oh, well. It was nice to spend a few hours with you anyway. I enjoyed it."

"Me too. Wanna just go back to my place? Maybe we can watch a movie. Or play cards. Or I got a pinball machine. Do you like pinball?"

"You're shittin'me. You've got a pinball machine?"

"Yeah. My Dad got me hooked on 'em."

"I love pinball. Or I used to. I haven't played in years."

"Then come on. It's time you play again."

CHAPTER 4

She showed me around her house. It was small but plenty big for one person. Actually the perfect size. It was furnished and decorated very nicely. I liked it. She got us each a beer and we sat down to talk.

"Do you want to play pinball? Or watch a movie? Whatever you want."

"I'd love to play pinball. If you like to play."

"Yeah. I play a lot. Well. Not a lot. But pretty often."

"I'm sure you'll beat the crap outta me, then. Beautiful girl, nice car, pinball game. I may be in love."

"Slow down, Tiger."

"I know. Another lame attempt at humor."

I played a game of pinball and didn't do all that well, but it was fun. She played and indeed did beat the crap outta my score. I suggested we play together. I told her to play the right flipper and I'll play the left. She took a drink of her beer while we were playing and spilled it all down her front. I laughed. She gave me a mean look and said, "I'll be right back."

She came back a few minutes later wearing white shorts and a red t-shirt. She had put her hair in a ponytail. Very cute.

We resumed playing. When I missed a ball with my flipper she bumped me with her hip and told me to get it together. We played this way for a while and had a blast. Then we played against each other again. She beat me every game.

While I was playing one of my games she excused herself and said she'd be right back. I was playing when I felt her against my back. She put her arms around my waist and laid her chin on my shoulder watching me play. She smelled good. Had she been wearing perfume earlier? I hadn't noticed it before.

She made comments as I played. "Nice save. Good run. You're getting better." When I lost the last ball of my game she said, "Aww. That's a shame. You were doing good." Then I felt her hand slide down and grasp my cock through my pants. "Maybe we could play something else?"

"Maybe." I stood still and enjoyed the feeling of her hand squeezing my cock, which was growing. "Bonnie," I said, "You do realize I'm a lot older than you? Not that I'm saying no or anything. I just want to be clear what we're doing. What you're looking for. If you want to be involved with an older man."

She continued squeezing my cock. She started sliding my zipper down. "Just shut up. I'm just looking to have a little fun. Not find a husband." She had her hand inside my pants fishing my cock out through the opening. "Any objections?"

"Not a one." I turned around and gazed at her for a second. She had changed into a nightgown. It was short and sexy. Black gauzy material that I could see through. Underneath were matching black panties and bra. "Wow!"

"You like?"

"I like very much." I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. She still held my cock in her hand. Her lips parted to allow my tongue entry. I put my hands on the sides of her face as I kissed her. I let my right hand slide around her back and downward. I cupped her ass in my hand. I brought my other hand down to her breasts. "May I?"

"You get the stupid question of the day award. I didn't dress like this and grab your cock just to send you packing."

I squeezed her tits and ass cheeks. I ran my hands all over her gorgeous body. As I lowered my head to her chest to kiss and suck at her tits through the nighty she unbuckled my pants and pushed them and my underwear down and they dropped to the floor. She ran her fingers lightly along the length of my hard cock.

I put my hands under the hem of her nighty and rubbed the soft, smooth skin of her bare back. I pulled my mouth away from her breasts and slid the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders. I pulled it down over her breasts, to her waist. I kissed the exposed skin above her bra as I continued pushing the nightgown over her hips and let it drop at her feet.

I stepped back a step so I could gaze upon her beauty. I thought it a shame in a way to remove her sexy lingerie because she looked so damned good in it. But I was going to remove it anyway because I knew she would look even better out of it.

Bonnie dropped down and untied my shoes. She got them off and removed my socks. I lifted my feet one at a time and she pulled my pants and underwear off. Then she stood up and lifted my shirt over my head. She stepped forward and pressed her body against mine. I felt her hard nipples pressing into my chest even through her bra.

I held her in my arms, rubbing my hands up and down her body. I kissed her and reached for the clasp of her bra on her back. It popped loose easily and I drew away enough to pull it down and off her arms. I brought my hand up between our bodies to grasp a breast in my palm. I felt the hard nipple burning into the palm of my hand. I gently squeezed and massaged first one then the other.

My hard cock was pressing into her crotch and I felt her silky panties rubbing against it. She ground her pelvis against it. I grabbed her ass in both hands and pulled her tightly against me. I asked, "Should we go to the bedroom?"

"This way." She took my hand and led me into her bedroom. I pushed her down onto her back on the bed. I grasped the waistband of her black panties and pulled them down her legs and off her feet. I tossed them on the floor. Her pussy was hairy, which is okay by me. I actually prefer a hairy pussy over a bald one. Doesn't matter if it's trimmed nicely or shaggy as hell. Bonnie's looked like she usually kept it trimmed but had let it go for a while, probably because she wasn't getting any action. It was beautiful.