My name is Tilly – Matilda really – but no one knows me as Matilda! I am a petrol head! I had better explain and tell you about myself. I am 26 years old and have what is sometimes called dirty blond hair! My hair isn’t very long but it isn’t short either. My breasts are very substantial and are beautifully shaped with long nipples which seem to erect themselves whenever I am aroused. I have a lovely slender waist and my hips are in proportion to the rest of my body. My legs and long and slender and at the same time are very shapely. I am very hairy. The bush between my legs is like a matted jungle and although it extends down my legs a little bit, I always keep that part shaved.
Of course I also shave my legs and keep them very smooth. At one stage I trimmed my pussy hair but it was too dense and looked much worse when it was shorter so I have let it grow wild since that trial and now I love it as it is. My husband Roger also loves my wild bush. My arms are very hairy but this is fine hair and although it is thick it isn’t as noticeable as a lot of women I have seen. They seem to have very coarse hair and that doesn’t look so nice. I also have hair around my navel and this is also fairly thick and although there isn’t so much of it, it looks quite sexy according to my husband. This hair is much finer than on my bush and it also extends downwards to meet my bush. I said I am hairy and there are little fine hairs all over my body but they are hard to see unless you are looking closely.
Roger and I have been married for almost 5 years now. We met at a motor racing meet and just happened to be sitting near one another during the race. We got to talking and found we had a few things in common and we sort of latched on to one another. Well, there was a lot more to it than that but that will do.
Just before the start of the main race the drivers paraded around in front of their cars and there were lots of scantily clad girls holding banners and flags milling around them – all in the sponsors colors. I just happened to say to Roger while this was going on that I wished I was one of those girls because I was sure at least some of them would be lucky enough to get to themselves fucked by the drivers! Roger was a bit shocked at my remark but then he asked me if I had ever been fucked by one of the drivers. When I told him I loved to be fucked by the drivers he was quite shocked and asked me to tell him about what I had done. The race area was no place to talk about my sex exploits so I told him I would tell him after the race.
Once the race had started Roger kept looking over at me and I am sure he was wondering what I had been up to with the drivers. Eventually one of my heroes won the race and I cheered him as he took his place on the podium. Roger waited until we were ready to leave the track before he asked me if I would like to have a meal with him before he drove me home. I, of course, accepted his offer and after a considerable walk to the carpark we were ready to move off to the restaurant for a meal. I was rather interested to see Roger had a sort of a scaled down hot rod and, although it kept much of it’s shape it had been modified for use on the streets. He was a petrol head too!
Roger drove us to a diner not terribly far from where I live and we enjoyed a meal together. He, of course, asked me about my exploits with the drivers – after all that was the reason we were together for the meal. I started to tell him my story – how I had become a petrol head a long time ago and I had managed to get into one of the racing car garages at the track. I had told the mechanics that I wanted to fuck the driver of the racecar and they just laughed and told me I would have to get into a queue of other willing trackies (girls who wanted to get fucked by their hero drivers).
Anyway I told them I would do anything to fuck my hero and they laughingly told me they could arrange it but it would cost me! Well, the cost to me was that I had to fuck each of the mechanics and this proved to be a bit of a task as there were 12 mechanics attached to my hero driver! Anyway, I fucked the entire workshop and when I was at last finished the men agreed to arrange for me to get fucked by the driver. They told me to come back the next day and they would organize it all for me. Well, I turned up the next day as requested and, because it was the day before the big race, the pits were very busy. Anyway they were true to their word and took me into the back area behind the workshop where the drivers rested.
There, lying on the bed naked was my hero. I quickly stripped off all of my clothes (I wasn’t wearing much anyhow) and climbed onto the bed with him. He played with my body a little bit and then he climbed between my legs, inserted his considerable cock into me and fucked me to death (well, nearly). When we were finished I thanked him profusely and told him he was the best! I believed it! After all I hadn’t fucked many other racing drivers – well perhaps half a dozen – and he was the best anyway. That was the first of many drivers whom I had managed to get to fuck me. It should be said I had to fuck many times that number of mechanics because they always required payment for arranging for me to fuck their driver!
Roger was completely surprised at my candid stories about my racing drivers (and mechanics) and asked me to tell him all about my exploits. I gradually told him about a number of occasions when I had fucked the drivers (and the mechanics) and he was really hanging on every word. He was a trackie too but, of course, he only followed his heroes and couldn’t fuck any of them although I thought that if he offered at any time he might have been surprised at what they might have done for him!
The next question Roger asked me was easily answered – “How many of the drivers have you fucked this weekend?” I quickly told him none but that was because I had my period and now wasn’t a good time to fuck me! I think I detected a note of disappointment in his voice.
