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.
