It was a hot, humid and steamy afternoon at the Bush track. The crowds were buzzing and packed so tight you didn't know if you were wearing your sweat or the guy's next to you. One hour before the race, so I figured I'd better get a couple cold beers in the cooler before I melted.
This was Melissa's first race. I started her out by asking her to watch the races on TV with me. She agreed to do so and before long she was more of a fan than I was. She knew more about the drivers, their cars and their crews than I ever dreamed of knowing.
So when I asked her if she wanted to join me in Talladega, she jumped on the chance to be there in person. She brought some short, sexy, tight shorts that enhanced her already long, sculptured legs, a crop top that fell just below her full bosom and had a belly ring inserted into her bellybutton. She also purchased a ball cap with her favorite driver's number on it... # 49 Jack Evans.
The night before we left for the track, she was so sexy and so hot that I couldn't keep up with her. As soon as we were in bed, her hand started massaging my balls. She whispered in ear, "Do you think we can get Pit passes? I would love to be able to get up close and personal with the drivers or at least their crews!"
I have a friend who works as a crew chief and I told her that I would see what I could do, but not to count on it.
She was so happy that she sucked my now hard cock and then climbed on top of me and fucked me like I was the greatest stud on this green earth. I decided that I was going to take her to every race I could, if I'm going to get this before the races.
Bright and early the following morning, she dressed in her cute little outfit and packed three more "just in case," she said.
I put down the convertible and we were off to the track. She jabbered about Dale Evans for the first thirty miles. Then we stopped at a roadside park so we could eat the picnic lunch she had packed for us.
The sandwiches were great, because I hadn't eaten breakfast that morning; I ate her instead. Sitting in the back seat of the car, she pulled out my prick and smiled at me. I looked around to see how many people were watching her do this. Didn't see anyone thank goodness. Then she swallowed me and sucked me until my lunch had digested.
I had to take a short nap afterwards, so she drove the next seventy-five miles. When I woke up, we were only an hour away from the raceway. She turned and smiled at me and then flashed me with her naked breasts. She had decided to go all-natural for her first meeting of her hero.
We entered the raceway and I saw a few of my buddies that I once ran with. We talked for a while and I introduced Melissa to them. They were impressed; a few of them winked and nodded their approval. She always made me proud.
I told them that this was her first race and that she loved Jack Evans. They teased her for picking a winner to pull for.
She smiled and retorted, "Pulling for a winner makes you a winner. So in order for me to get what I want out of this sport, I pull for the best of them. And one day, I'll get to met him, I promise you!"
We all laughed and then I asked if they knew if Bill Smithers was still the Crew Chief for John Foreman?"
"Last time I saw Bill was about six months ago and he still had grease under his fingernails, so he probably is. Why?" Michael asked.
"Because, I want a pit pass," Melissa smiled coolly.
"Hell, if Bill gives you a pass, then I want one too! He's also my friend!" Tom grumbled.
"Well, let's all walk over and see if we can find him. Maybe he'll be in a good mood and we can meet the guys." Melissa suggested as she turned and walked toward the raceway, her tight little ass shaking as she went.
I saw bulges in all of my buddy's jeans. Then turned to follow my lady. Walking behind her, I watched the guys along the way as their heads and eyes followed her progression. She was oblivious to their stares and calls. A woman with a purpose can move mountains. We would get the pit pass; I knew it in my heart.
We stopped several times to inquire if we were on the right path and if Bill was still around. Finally we found someone who knew Bill and he escorted us to him. His name was Michael Ice. I think he would have done anything for Melissa.
When we arrived in Ken Madre's garage Bill looked up to see who was invading his turf. His face red and glistening with the sweat that the heat caused, he looked even more angry than usual.
Then he recognized me and a broad smile crossed his lips and sparkled in his eyes as he yelled, "Hey man! How'd you git back here, and where'd ya git that pretty lady leading the way?"
I ran up and gave him a real manly bear hug and then turned to my lady and introduced her. She smiled that bright smile of her's and Bill melted. He held a large, greasy hand out to shake her's and she gave him a hug and a kiss instead. She got her pit pass. And Bill got a hard on. He smiled the rest of the time we talked to him.
Then he took us to visit with a few of the drivers. The first one he introduced us to was Sparky Neon. His silver Mustang was a favorite at this track. Plus he was a nice, super looking guy.
I know most of the women who came to the track, came to see him. But not Melissa. However, when she was introduced to him, she did hug him and lay a big kiss on his lips. She even allowed him a brush of her erect nipples.
He couldn't take his eyes of her perfect body. She knew how to get the attention she wanted. That was painfully apparent to me.
Sparky was the youngest driver in this circuit. He had only been on it for six months. His dad, Carl was his crew chief and a hero in the sport. He ran way back when Mack Erwin was in his glory and the raced by the seat of their pants on dirt tracks.
My lady skirted around the clean garage and asked all kinds of questions that Sparky was glad to answer. As long as he could have his arm around her tiny, unclothed midsection, he was happy.
When we left, she gave him a deep tongue kiss and made sure that he got a little squeeze of her butt cheeks and a feel soft breast while she copped a feel of the lump in his jumpsuit.
Moving on, we ran into Luke Shelby and Carl Page. They were partners and they competed against one another as an incentive. You know how our male egos are. We even have to one-up our closest friends.
Melissa gave them a nice show, leaning over their cars and spreading her legs wide as they took pictures of her. Her tits became the headlights of Carl's Dodge and her ass the taillights of Luke's Chevy
It was getting late and the guys had to do their final check-ups and final mind preparations. Melissa kissed them both good-bye and flashed them as she walked away.
We found our front row seats right next to the start/finish line. I went to find some cold beers and lots of ice. It was a hot afternoon and I knew it would be a long race.
While I was gone, Melissa managed to attract the attention of several other spectators. Mostly men sitting in small groups the women surrounding them didn't look too happy. The guys had gathered around her before I returned; I didn't even have a seat anymore.
She was enjoying their attentions. They looked like hounds that had cornered the fox. But the fox was having fun playing with their minds. At the start of the race, she jumped up and down. She loved the excitement and danger of the sport. For all fifty laps, she fretted and screamed and cheered for whomever was in the lead, since Jack Evans wasn't running.
