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.
I melted at the sound of his voice and my knees began to weaken. He sensed it and held me tighter. "There's a party at my buddy's house. You want to go?"
I was hesitant at first but none the less I couldn't turn him down so I agreed.
We hopped into his car and followed a string of other cars into the next town to a huge home where I could hear the sound of hip hop music and see people strewn about the fine trimmed lawn drinking and laughing with each other. It was already 3:00 in the morning and I had some energy left. Mark came around my side and opened the door for me.
He extended his hand and I slid my small one in his. He held my hand into the house and grabbed two beers from a cooler tub on the floor.
He opened mine and handed it to me. "You do like beer?" he almost said it apologetically.
I really didn't prefer the taste, but it seemed like the only available beverage and besides, it wasn't the beer that I held interest in. He led me to a large room where everyone was dancing, and a slow song came on. He looked down at me and smiled. "You want to dance with me?"
My knees threatened to buckle beneath me. The thought of being close to him, moving against him, his warm breath on my heated skin, and his hands roaming my body along my bare spine was enough to electrocute all of my senses. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest holding it there and the other one he placed at his slim hip. He wrapped his strong arm around me and I could feel his breathing begin to change. Shallow, sensual. He bent his head and molded his mouth to mine. His lips were soft, hot inviting. He coaxed my mouth open with his tongue gently plunging and probing mine as our tongues began a slow, seductive, duel as our bodies moved to the rhythm.
Mark began moving his hands lower, deepening the kiss. I lost all ability to think because all I wanted to do was focus on him, all of him. Every inch of his delicious body. He was grinding against me and sliding his warm hand down my thigh and back up again. His hands felt wonderfully smooth against my soft skin and he knew he was sending me into oblivion when he backed me into pole on a railing and lifted my leg up to his waist.
Mark paused the kiss momentarily to see what my reaction was. When I responded only with a nudge of my thigh he continued the kiss. I felt him hiking my skirt then pulling at my thong. He was hard and straining against his jeans. My thong slid over his hand and he let it dangle there. I felt it against my heated flesh. He ran a trail of feather kisses down the throbbing pulse of my neck as he slid his hand between my legs. The room began to still and I knew we had consumed a very captive audience.
Mark continued, oblivious of our surroundings. His need was strong, threatening and I could do nothing but yield to him. His masculine scent, the sweat beginning to trickle down his cheek. He stopped and removed his shirt throwing it to the floor. He looked down at me one more time in question. All I was able to do was say yes with my eyes.
I heard the familiar sound of a zipper and looked down, in the one instant I was able to catch a glimpse of his beautiful cock. Long, hard, thick as he held it ready.
"I want you so bad baby." He breathed against my neck, his cock pressing against my wet pussy. "Baby?" he breathed and I was undone. My silence meant yes and he shoved.
Mark lifted me off the floor and began a steady rhythm slapping against me, kissing my neck. "Lift your top off for me I want to see those nice big tits," he groaned. I did and the expression on his face was that of a man who could no longer wait for knew what he wanted.
"Markiee. Oh baaby!" I cried. He felt so damn good inside of me.
Mark took one pink nipple into his sweet mouth and I moaned as I held fast to the pole at my back. He was pounding me hard, deep, fast, and I opened my eyes to take a glimpse of the crowd the surrounded us. They were beginning to do the same thing. Mark paid no attention only continued his focus on me. He pulled out of me and I whined in protest.
