Marty drove, the next day, to the credit union she'd paid into during the time she worked for the department of corrections and surprised the teller when she handed her a withdrawal slip for all of her savings.
"Ma'am, are you sure want to close out the account?"
"Mmm. Today is a new beginning for me. I've been saving toward this day for a long time and I need all the money I have to get started."
The teller counted out Marty's savings in a pile of hundred dollar bills. When she finished Marty hand just over seven thousand dollars which she tucked into her purse.
With a smile and a thank you for the teller she walked out and stood beside the old Chevy she'd had to rely on. Marty took the key to the ignition and tossed in onto the dash board and walked away without looking back.
She walked four blocks to the nearest car dealer and entered the showroom. The shiny new cars all looked so nice; the smells of the brand new upholstery filled the show room with a clean kind of fragrance. Marty looked around at them and settled on a bright red convertible. As she headed over to look at it the salesman intercepted her.
"Hello Ma'am. Could I show you anything in particular?"
She looked around at the man and was taken almost as much by him as she was by the pretty little car.
"I saw that convertible and fell in love with it," Marty said. "Tell me I can afford it."
"It's not as expensive as you might think," he told her.
They stood beside the sexy little car and looked at the window sticker. The cost was well within her range.
"I can buy it," she squealed. "I have enough money to buy it and still have plenty left over."
"Before you decide for sure that you want it let's take a test drive," the salesman suggested.
As they sat in the car, waiting for the traffic to pass so they could pull out, the man turned to Marty and told her, "I'm Les. Junior sales manager."
"Hi, I'm Marty."
When the man smiled Marty was moved by the tender softness of his face. It was the face of a man who'd seen disappointment but was still driven by hope for the future. Marty knew the look well and she especially knew the feeling.
As they whizzed down the freeway, Les showing her the options and standard equipment on the car, Marty heard almost nothing he said. She tried to listen but Les was too much of a presence to allow her to concentrate on the car.
When he pulled into a coffee shop parking lot to let Marty drive Les showed the first real interest in Marty. "The car deserves a lovely lady like you to drive it."
She smiled at the compliment and thanked him. As she got out of the car her skirt slipped up over her knee and she noticed Les staring. She hesitated for a brief moment to let him gaze at the tender white flesh of her inner thigh. They stood at the back of the car for a couple of minutes, Les telling her about the gear shift and Marty watching him stare of the cleavage her blouse revealed. She also watched his dick push further forward in his pants. She definitely was having an effect on a man. She liked what she saw. Now, how to get her hands, mouth, or pussy on or around it.
When they got back into the car Marty suggested they wear their seat belts because she intended to put the little hot rod through it's paces.
"I don't want to lose you on one of the curves," she told Les.
They both buckled up and Les reached into Marty's lap and tugged at the belt as if he was trying to insure that she was strapped in snugly.
"I don't want you to fall out either," he said. She noticed his covered his crotch as he "relaxed". She had become a crotch cruiser. Was she about to become a cock hound?
When Marty popped the clutch and pressed the accelerator to the floor the little car's rear tired screamed and even smoked a little. She let up on the gas as she neared the exit onto the street.
"Hey. It's got punch hasn't it?"
"Yeah," Les said. He swallowed and made a gulping sound. "Drive carefully now."
When the traffic broke for a minute Marty repeated the take-off. She dropped the sift into first, popped the clutch and floored it again. The hot little car shot out onto the street and she maneuvered it easily.
When she approached the entrance to the freeway she explained to Les that she wanted to take it far enough out to see how it would handle in the hills.
"Sure," he said. "I want you to be sure before you make a commitment."
"I will be," Marty said, smiling.
For nearly half and hour she sped down the highway, passing everything in sight. In the near distance she saw the first of several very steep hills that she wanted to climb in the road test.
As they began to climb the car maintained it's speed easily and they didn't loose any momentum.
"I love it," Marty said. "It handles beautifully and I feel so comfortable in it."
"Why don't you pull into one of the roadside rest areas and let's talk business," Les suggested.
When Marty pulled off the highway she glided past all the other parked cars and stopped at the far end of the parking area. There were several trees there and she pulled the car around behind them.
Les was flustered and he was beginning to squirm around in the seat.
Marty released the seat belt and leaned back to catch her breath. She looked over at Les and noticed that his crotch was bulging beneath the seat belt. He apparently had been hard all the time. Her cockhound instincts took over. She stared pointedly, into his lap, which he tried to cover again.
"Maybe you'd better release the buckle," she said. "I don't want to be responsible for your discomfort."
Les blushed and pressed down on the button. The click was almost inaudible but the belt separated. Marty pulled one half of it toward herself and then let it hang over the seat. Les flexed a little and thanked her.
Knowing that Les desired her made Marty feel rather bold. She looked straight into Les' eyes and said, "How would you feel about me if I asked you to do something for me? Something real personal and private. Something that I really need and from the looks of that mound in your pants it's something you need too."
"Marty, I'd do just about anything for you right now. I can't help being so turned on. I guess it's just being near you that's making me hot," Les said softly.
Marty reached over to lay her hand on his lap and Les jumped like he'd been burned. "Feel good to have someone else's hand down there?"
"Oh, yeah. That feels real good," he said.
Marty began to rub his hard on through his pants. She was surprised at the firmness she felt there. She realized that Les was really turned on.
"May I?" she asked.
"Anything. You can do anything," he answered.
Marty turned a little in the seat and with both hands in Les' lap, she began to open his ants. She got the belt open, the snap pulled apart and the zipper pulled down.
"Raise up a little," she instructed.
