Car work turns to a chance encounter
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It was one of the lazy days of summer, though one of the cooler ones. I'd decided to tackle the job of replacing the front struts and some other parts on my car. Why do it myself? I enjoyed it, and it was a nice break from the teaching I did. Which, incidentally, was why I could take a lazy summer day to work on my car, which was 10 years old and a replacement for a 13 year old car that had been absolutely destroyed in a head-on collision the prior October.
I was at the local Big O tire store to have the springs swapped over from my old struts to new - the old struts were completely dead. I'd said I'd just wait for them - it's not a long job when you have an industrial wall-mounted spring compressor, and I was over the idea of using a spring compressor at home. Much easier to take my second car over to Big O and pay them a few bucks to do it. To kill time, I was idly leafing through one of the magazines they had when I saw a woman walk in and say she needed tires.
She was about 5'6" tall and had a mass of curly dark brown or black hair, mostly pulled back in a ponytail. She had some great ink work on her arms and back, revealed by a casual halter top that just barely contained her breasts. Not that her boobs were huge, just generously sized and well shaped, and it looked like the top was a size too small. It was a great look for her. She was also wearing a pair of shorts that seemed to be popular among women, and it seemed like it was her day to run around and get stuff done. At a glance, she looked good - sexy without really trying - and I could feel my loins stir. None of the rail-thin starving runner look here - this woman had a real figure. I'd guess she was in her late 20s, but it was hard to tell.
As she talked to the tire guy, I overheard her say one of her tires had been slashed, and that she'd just buy a pair instead of all four. As she and the tire guy went out to see her car, I followed, curious. She was parked right next to me, driving a new looking Kia Optima. As she pointed out the donut spare and said that was the tire that got slashed, I jumped in.
"Sorry to overhear, but did you say you had a tire slashed? Where was it?"
"Yep!" She named a small town not too far away. "Maybe I pissed somebody off when I was out drinking. Who knows? Some people just suck."
"You got that right. Sorry it happened." I saw her checking me out, and chuckled a little - as I was 48, I was probably old enough to be her father. "Great ink, by the way - where have you had it done?"
She smiled brightly, and named a well-known shop in Denver. I knew it - and had two bits of ink from there myself. I made a show of looking for something in my car, shook my head, and headed back in. We sat for a little while in the waiting area, and after a few minutes the counter person I had worked with came out with both of my struts. I paid, picked them up, and headed out to put them in my car for the short drive home. It occurred to me that it would be a good chance to touch base about how much a pair of tires for my second car would be - I'd bought it only because it ran well and was $400 - dirt cheap for a Volvo 850.
After talking tires and numbers with the guy, I headed out and caught her out of the corner of my eye. We walked out the door at the same time and as we did I mentioned there was a good pizza place in the same shopping center. She stopped, gave me a solid once-over, smiled, and asked if I'd be willing to give her a ride back.
"Sure, where to?"
"My folks are in Dutch Creek - just past downtown. Is that OK?"
"Yep, I know it," I said, part of me now actively wondering if her nipples were as stunning as I was imagining, and then raising an eyebrow at myself for wondering. We got in my car and maneuvered through the parking lot, finally making it out to the street. As we did, I could see her glancing at me, then the road, then me, then the road.
As I drove along, we chatted briefly, and as we got to the halfway point I felt her hand land on my leg. I glanced down, at least a little surprised, and saw her start to rub my leg. Interesting! We were getting close to her parents' house, and her hand moved - first up my leg, up towards my groin, and then planted itself firmly on my cock. This had, as you'd expect, the effect of making me stiffen quickly as she squeezed and stroked me, to say nothing of being a complete surprise. I mean, we had checked each other back at Big O, but I didn't expect anything to come from it. Apparently I was wrong.
She caught my glance down. "This is OK, right?" she asked, with a faint smirk, her hand feeling great and continuing to work my cock through my shorts. Oh god, yes!
"Yep, as long as you don't mind this . . . " I said, and reached over to cup one of her beautiful tits before slipping a finger in along the top and running over the smooth skin of the top of her breast. I could feel as much as hear her sharp intake of breath, and she squeezed me harder. It was tough driving like that - one hand playing with her boob, her giving me a hand job through my shorts - but we made it to the neighborhood and she directed me to the house, her hand still squeezing and stroking me through my shorts.
I managed to park with one hand - thank god the car wasn't a stick - and it didn't seem to be too bad a parking job. Then again, it was on a curved cul-de-sac with a lot of trees, so no one would care anyway.
"Come on," she said, breaking away and getting out of the car. I followed, taking a second to rearrange myself in my shorts, hardly believing what was happening.
Her parents house was typical for the area - a well-maintained split level, neat and decorated with restraint. As we walked up to the door, I was excited to say the least, mixed with a good dose of "is this really happening?" More accurately, I was raging hard and dying to pound my cock into her pussy, and to feel her hard nipples in my mouth. For her part, she seemed to be on the same mission, her beautiful boob rubbing against my arm as we made our way up to the door.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me in to the house, kicking the door closed behind us and tossing off her flip-flops. I slipped my shoes off and felt her fingers at my waist, undoing the button on my shorts and tearing the zipper down, my shorts falling out of her way, her hand grabbing and stroking my fully erect cock through my briefs, pushing them down impatiently, her hand closing on my stiff shaft, squeezing and running her hand up and down.
"Mmmmm . . . you have a beautiful cock," she murmured, just before she took me in her mouth. It was an amazing feeling - she had a great mouth for sucking, and had a lot of talent for it. I could already feel an orgasm building, and my hands got busy, lifting her halter top off, greedily feeling for her tits, squeezing her solid nipples, feeling the weight and tautness of her breasts - they WERE spectacular. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, her mouth running up and down my cock, driving me wild, before she abruptly pulled her mouth off of me and led me down a flight of stairs into what had to be her old room.
I held her by the hips the whole way, my naked cock pressed firmly in her ass, my fingers reaching for the button on her shorts, undoing it, impatiently pulling her zipper down, pushing, pushing her shorts down, falling on the floor, her now naked in front of me except for a tiny thong. As she turned around, I lifted my shirt over my head and dropped it, reaching for her thong and pushing it down, kicking it away and seeing it land on my shirt.
She reached for me and pulled my head to hers, our lips locking and her tongue aggressively exploring my mouth and then dancing with my tongue. I crushed her body to me, my hard cock pressing against her stomach and those beautiful tits crushing into my chest. I broke our kiss and kissed my way to her tits, taking one into my mouth and sucking hard, feeling her moan as my tongue started playing on her nipple and I let my teeth just graze it. One of my hands trailed down her nude body and my fingers flitted over stomach, down her leg, back up, wandering near her shaved pubic area, then away, then closer, then away again, all while I sucked hard on her gorgeous tits.
Slowly, I let a finger just graze her sex, hot, musky, and wet, and felt her moan again. My finger traced her labia, feeling her lips puff out as they engorged, and felt her wetness as I slowly fingered her. For her part, she had one hand in my hair, keeping my mouth planted on her nipple, and her other was reaching down for my stiff rod and stroking it as best she could.
As she did, my fingers started to slowly slide past her engorged labia, and found her entrance, soaked with her juices. I let my mouth come off her that glorious breast and kissed my way down her chest, past her stomach, down her leg - teasing, really, before my tongue grazed her clit and then started to explore her sex. I had just gotten started when I felt her pulling my hair, pulling me up on top of her, her legs opening, her mouth hungry for mine and her hand on my cock like a vise - she had a very strong grip, and it felt amazing.
For my part, I followed as she moved up the bed, her hand in my hair pulling me to her mouth, her other directing the tip of my cock to her drenched sex, and moving it to my ass to pull me in. I kissed her hard, our eyes wide open as our tongues melded, and felt my cock on the entrance to her pussy, her heat and wetness waiting. I teased her with my cock, sliding around her wet slit, before lining up and plunging my cock deep into her cunt - no warning, just all at once, as deep and as hard as I could pound into her. We both moaned loudly - her pussy was wonderfully tight, and absolutely soaked. It was heavenly, and she must have liked my cock, because her hands closed hard on my ass, trying to pull me in even deeper and to keep me buried inside her.
I let myself just revel in how wonderful her pussy was for a little, loving the feel of her squeezing my solid cock, the feel of her tongue on mine, and the feel of her hands on my ass, trying to keep me deep inside. I pulled back slightly and then pounded back into her, back a little more and then pound back in, until I was almost completely withdrawing from her beautiful cunt, feeling the cool air in the room on my dripping cock before slamming back in to her over and over.
"That's right - fuck me hard . . . I want that beautiful cock . . . god that's good . . . " she was whispering, almost panting, into my ear as she broke off our kiss as we fucked harder and harder. It was driving me insane - she felt absolutely incredible, and I knew I'd have to slow down if I weren't going to just explode - and it was way too soon to do that!
"Mmmmm . . . your pussy is perfect . . . love how my cock feels inside you . . . " I was almost panting back as I withdrew and then rammed back in to that perfect cunt.
"Yessss . . . fuck me . . . love your cock in my pussy . . . keep . . . going . . . "
I buried myself in her again and held there, needing a second to get myself together and to stop from cumming. I shifted position slightly, and felt an orgasm wash over her, making her cry out as my cock must have brushed a super-sensitive area. I moved one of her legs over mine, and started to slowly pump into her again as she started to recover.
"Oh god that's good . . . keep going . . . I'm gonna cum again . . . " And so she did, again crying out as a powerful orgasm claimed her body. I felt on the edge again, and slowed down, only to have her mumble through her orgasm, "Noooo . . . keep going . . . I want to feel you cum with me . . . "
