I loved auto racing, Nitro funny cars, off road and even illegal street racing. Speed was the name of the game. And the more guys who did it the more I loved watching them. I went out one evening to an illegal race in an unfamiliar city. It was supposed to be a huge race. Hot cars everywhere were reving engines in the darkness somewhere between nightfall and dawn. I’d lost track of time within the realms of all the excitement.
I was being watched carefully. White girl in a Latino neighborhood who could hold her own? Men began to surround me, taking a better look, making a pass or two, whistling. But I showed no interest. I was there to watch a race. A big money race, loser forfeits his car, winner takes all. I kept walking glancing at the cars and I came to a particular one with a young good-looking, tall, dark haired male standing over the hood with his head inside. He was making some adjustments as I stopped in front of him.
“Nice ride.” I said.
He turned and there was a smudge of oil on his handsome face and I had the urge to ripe it so I reached out and gently removed it with the pad of my thumb. He didn’t seem to mind and just simply shrugged.
“Yeah, I race it. I’ll be racing tonight. You really like it?”
“Yeah. It’s great.”
He glared at me from the tip of my head to the tip of my toes. “You’re not from around here are you?” He implied.
“No.”
“Here to watch or race?” he asked grinning as he wiped his hands in a towel.
“Watch I guess. First real one I’ve ever been to.”
He shook his head quietly laughing. “You don’t get around much do you? I can tell because you’re not a city girl.”
“What does that mean?” I felt a bit insulted.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply anything. I just meant that you don’t look or act like any girl from around here. You know, the hood?”
“Oh, well, I guess.” I began to blush.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re beautiful when you blush?” he grinned.
He was gorgeous. Young early twenties, brown hair, green eyes. He over towered me at six feet in height with a perfectly muscled, lean body. I found myself attracted to him and wanted to stay and flirt. But he had to get ready.
“You staying for a while?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then cheer me on?”
“Sure, if you want me too.”
“Yeah, I do. My name is Mark.”
“Olivia.”
“Very nice. So Olivia, I will see you at the starting line.”
Mark hopped into his car then quickly sped up the street to take his place along side the opposing car. I reached the line just as a girl standing between both cars dropped to the ground. I watched as Mark began accelerating up the road, his opponent not far behind. The crowd was yelling and placing bets. I watched fascinated by his ability to drive and take the corner at great speeds.
I was very interested in this guy enough to want to jump his bones. It was such a rush with all the excitement surrounding the racers, guys yelling out bets, most placing bets on Mark. Hundreds of dollars exchanging hands and the winner would take all. Guys yelling at one another through police radios making sure that the cops were no where to be found and to also keep track of where the racers were.
But before I knew Mark was driving around the final turn. My heart began skipping beats as he neared. The crowd was going wild as he crossed the finish line in record time driving at record speeds. He spun his car around then climbed out through his driver side window. He saw me and impaled me with his eyes even though he was smiling and laughing. His buddies gathered around his car and opened bottles of beer handing them to him. But his gaze was fixed on me.
There's something about a man's libido that changes whenever he does something he enjoys. I could see Mark's green eyes darken as he stared at me, wanted to melt me to my very core. He managed to escape the confines of his friends then walked over to his opponent. Money exchanged hands and then a set of keys. Mark did not accept the keys and handed them back to the guy he raced against. That pleased me. And I had a sudden urge to find out more about this young, gorgeous, dare devil.
He turned his attention on me walked toward me then wrapped his strong arms around me pulling me close so that my breasts rubbed against his hard chest. He looked down at my peaked nipples thoroughly enjoying the view.
"I see you're still here." He crooned.
