I was a naive nineteen year old in October of 1980. Of course I didn't think that at the time. Like most of my peers, I was full of optimism, self confidence and false bravado. I had a job, a car, and good looks. What I didn't have was a woman.
My only girlfriend, Stacy, had been with me since we'd met at the Junior Prom. We had gone parking and I'd even gotten her topless a couple of times. But no further. I wasn't too concerned, I figured I'd get lucky soon. I just had no idea how lucky or how soon.
This year, Halloween fell on a Friday and I'd been invited to a couple of different parties. I had intended to go to Brad Dempsy's but at the last minute changed my mind. I figured there would be lots of pot there and I later found out they got busted. I chose to go to Mike Thompson's party, it wouldn't be as wild but probably bigger. A bigger party meant more girls. But that's not the point of my story, this is:
This year the popular costumes were Freddy Kruger, Jason, and Michael Jackson. However I was only 5'9" and wore glasses, actually I NEEDED glasses. Without them anything over six feet away was blurry. So instead I took the easy way out and borrowed my Dad's Tuxedo. He could no longer fit in it and it fit me like it had been tailored to. I stopped at the store to buy some soda and candy to take to Mike's and when I entered I noticed I got a lot of stares, smiles and a few wolf whistles. I frankly enjoyed it and ate it up.
When I came out and walked up to my faded, old, but sweet '73 240Z (God how I wish I still had that car!) I heard a woman speak up a little ways behind me.
"That is NOT the car you should be driving dressed like that."
I turned and my jaw dropped.
The car was a cream collared Rolls Royce Convertible. I stared as the driver opened the door and stepped out. She was as stunning as the car. Blonde hair fell onto bare shoulders, Her strapless black dress struggled to contain her ample breasts and was skin tight. The dress stopped well above her knees and her legs were clad in black hosiery.
She smiled as she strode over to me. She was a big woman. In her high heels she was almost a head taller, however this put her cleavage practically in my face. Now Stacy had been slender like most girls in school, and her breasts had been barely a B cup. I was now staring at something in the multiple D range I was sure. I wanted so badly to bury my face in between them.
As if she were reading my mind, she laughed and reached out to stroke my hair.
"My, my, my... you look positively scrumptious."
Her smile was big and bright. I gazed into her eyes and she winked at me.
"My name is Joyce and I was wondering if you'd ever driven a Rolls? Mister?"
"Uh, Marshall, Tony Marshall. No Ma'am, I haven't"
"Would you like to?" she asked as she handed me the keys.
This felt like a dream, yet it was really happening. Something inside of me took over and I decided to go for it. I locked my bag in the Datsun and, taking her arm, escorted her to the passenger side of the Rolls. I held the door as she got in and shut it. As I strolled around to the driver's side (Yes it was a left-hand drive version) I wondered where this would end up.
The car was absolutely fantastic. The ride was smooth and I tried hard to relax even though I was very nervous. Joyce directed me to the highway and soon we were cruising along headed away from the city. The Doobie Brothers were on the radio and she sang along with them. I had no idea where we were going and didn't care one bit. This experience was magical and I didn't want it to end. The night air was cool and fresh out here away from the city and I wondered if she would want to put the top up. Instead she seemed to revel in the cool breeze.
"You must be a brave young man, to let me run off with you like this."
"Well, if you are kidnapping me, I have to warn you that I'm worthless." I replied and she laughed.
"Maybe it is kidnapping, and maybe I'm not after ransom..." she said and reached over to stroke my leg. "Maybe I'm after something else..."
She directed me to exit and take a narrow blacktop into the hills. The blacktop gave way to gravel, then dirt. Finally we pulled up to a lonely overlook. From here the city was visible, but distant and the view was fantastic. She exited and I followed. We gazed at the view for a minute and she turned. She took me in her arms and kissed me.
Her lips were full, soft and warm and they moved as we kissed. My arms were around her and her breasts were squished against me. Her fingers ran through my hair and electric tingles raced across my scalp and down my neck.
She and I kissed for some time, our heads tilting one way and then the other. Finally she broke the kiss and smiled. Taking my hand she led me back to the Rolls. Leaning against it she pulled me to her and kissed me. I felt her hand exploring my crotch and my growing cock. Deftly she unzipped my fly and soon was stroking my stiff member. Smiling, she sat in the seat and began to kiss, lick and toy with my cock. She leaned back across the seats and lifted her dress.
What I could see in the pale starlight was thrilling. She wore black stockings, a garter belt and no panties. Her pussy was exposed yet I had little time to see as she pulled me on top of her. She guided my cock into her and I barely got it in before cumming. Not yet content, she held onto me, pressing my face into her cleavage as she rocked her hips and squeezed me with her legs. My eager cock responded and stiffened and soon I was enjoying my first fuck.
Joyce moaned as I humped and thrust. Her big breasts soon bounced free of her dress and I kissed and squeezed them.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes..." she cooed. "That's it, Baby. That's it! Yes...Come on, come on..."
I came twice more and she seemed to cum several times as we fucked for who knows how long. Eventually I was spent and climbed free. The light was poor but I could see she was rubbing her pussy with one hand. She fumbled with her purse and then shoved a hanky in her crotch before scooting out of the car.
"Be a dear and open the boot," she said as she squatted by the front end of the car. "There should be a towel there. Would you mind wiping the seat? I don't want to stain the leather."
I did as she asked and minutes later we were heading back to the highway and returning to the city. I figured this was the end of the adventure and didn't mind. It had been fantastic, a dream come true. I was no longer a virgin and it had been fun.
Boy, was I wrong.
Joyce directed me to Forest Park drive which was full of old mansions. This was the old money side of town. Eventually we pulled into the drive of one and then into the garage. She led me inside and into a large library. The bookcase reached the ceiling and covered every wall sparing room only for the doorway and three windows. It smelled of leather, pipe tobacco and books. Joyce slowly walked around the room.
"This was my Father's study. As a child, I wasn't allowed in here without him. In fact, he quite often locked the door whether he was inside or not. Mother was always making excuses for his behavior. Then she passed away when I was fifteen. Cervical cancer, discovered far too late. Father had affairs. Usually in this room. I went off to University, traveled, but never married. Then two years ago Father passed away. The Maid found him... and his lover who was quite terrified. He'd had a massive coronary in the act of fucking the poor woman anally. When he died, he collapsed on top of her and pinned her to the floor. You see, he was quite a big man, nearly three hundred and thirty pounds."
