This is not a stand alone story, without reading part one none of this will make sense. I apparently had not made it clear in part one that Captain Derek William's nickname was Willy, some wondered why the name had changed. My apologies. Please enjoy and don't forget to grade the story. Chapter three is being edited and will be submitted soon.
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El picked me up and made slow, soft, gentle love to me that night. No rush or hurry, we didn't even speed up at the climax, just a steady slow joining of our bodies, topped off with conjoining orgasms. It was as if somehow our bodies knew the other so well they waited until we would cum together. I lay in El's arms all that night, I needed his strength, his security to deal with the fact that mom knew we were lovers. The morning was somber, Elger perked me up with coffee and a light breakfast in bed, by the time I left for work most of my worry and consternation had subsided.
We didn't make it over to Ricky's as soon as we had wanted, with our wood supply stocked for the winter El was anxious to find work of some sort until he could afford to convert the barn into a shop and start building furniture to sell. We had the remainder of our inheritance money after buying the farm but had decided not to use it unless absolutely necessary, a life or death situation. Burt's Lumber/Hardware was owned by an older black man named ... well, Burt. El had been in the yard sorting through boards one morning when Burt appeared.
"Howdy young fella, anything you're lookin for in particular?"
"Would really like to find some Poplar, this all seems to be pine."
"Poplar is over here in the hardwood shed. I keep it there cuz most folks around here don't know the difference and mix the boards constantly. Got other hardwoods if you're interested."
As El sorted through, picking out the boards he needed for a small project he had tools for Mr. Burt asked if he was looking for work. He could use a strong strappin boy like him to help in the yard and store. (his words, not mine) Elger asked about pay and hours.
"Job pays $7 an hour and a 15% discount on any purchases from the store or the Ben Franklin next door. My wife owns it, but our daughter runs it. Wife's a lawyer so it's hard for her to have set hours, our other daughter runs this place for me, our son is in the Air Force stationed in Okinawa. Only need ya mornings right now, 7 til noon, might be more hours later. Can't promise though."
Elger accepted the position and since we only had the one car which I needed for work he drove the old Farmall M into the store next morning. It was slow and chilly, but it beat walking, when Burt saw his dedication he was impressed, telling Elger he had a 1953 International pickup he could buy for $200. El asked if Burt could just keep his wages until it was paid for and Burt agreed. The heater didn't work & the tires were bald, but it was transportation, using part of one of my pay checks he bought some used tires.
It took Elger two weeks to pay off the truck, on the following weekend he found a heater core in a junk yard Willy had taken him to. He and Willy jerked the old core, replaced it, changed the engine thermostat, and set the antifreeze level for winter driving. With heat in the truck travel to and from work was far more tolerable, with our old Dodge wagon on its last legs, Elger decided to give Willy's friend Ricky a call.
I didn't get done that day until 4:30. Ricky told El he was open until 5 but would wait for us if we were coming for sure. It was a clean little lot with nice looking cars. We told him what our budget was, he stated most of his cars were priced a bit higher, but he had a 1970 Ford station wagon his wife was driving. Low mileage and ran great, if we wanted to see it, he'd call her, 10 minutes later his wife pulled in the lot with a clean well maintained car.
We drove it and liked everything about it, our budget wasn't going to allow us to be overly choosy, so we started asking questions. The main one being why hadn't it sold already, he said folks didn't want a station wagon anymore, most people wanted sedans. The oil had just been changed and when he said he'd give us $300 for our old Dodge, the deal was done, I wrote a check for the balance, filled out the paperwork, changed plates and headed for home. Halfway home I told Elger to take Hay Creek road.
"That doesn't get us to our place Leah, why would we turn on Hay Creek?"
"Because I'm telling you to Elger, just do it."
At the top of the forest road is a small thicket hidden from any traffic driving by, I told Elger to turn in there and he did, but reluctantly. As we pulled to a stop I told him to turn off the car and climb into the back seat. El sat looking at me bewildered.
"You're the only guy I've ever been with and we've never been parking, I want to say I've been parking at least once in my life. A little car sex might be exciting. You're going to make love to me in the back of our new station wagon, we're going to christen this as ours, so get your ass back there and get naked."
"Leah, how do you know about this place?"
"I listen to all these teenage girls as they yammer on and on. Amazing what you learn in between tasks cleaning teeth. Including where the local parking spots are and which nights no one goes there."
Instead of climbing over the seat we opened the doors and got in the back. With the backseats already down we had at least seven feet of fucking space where Elger spread the blankets from our other car. It was chilly enough I didn't want to be completely naked, I lifted my dress as I lay down, Elger leaned over, kissed me on the mound and slid my panties down. He pulled his pants off and placed his hard cock at my opening, I was wet enough he slid in all the way with one long slow stroke.
Our hard breathing combined with cooler temps outside caused the windows to steam up, the air was chilly but sweat was rolling off Elgers brow. I put one foot on either side of the car roof, my hands over my head against the back of the front seats and told El to pound my pussy. He put his feet against the tailgate and drove that dick into me with all the force he had. I felt him getting bigger and he yelled "fuuuuccckkkk" as he came. If I hadn't cum before him when we made love, him shooting semen inside always pushed me over the edge. I pushed into him with all the energy I possessed as I shook and quivered from the wonderful feeling flooding my entire body.
It took us at least ten minutes to compose ourselves, move into the front seat and dress, I was putting my panties on, trying to stem the tide of cum wanting to run out of me. Elger had just buckled his belt and I had dropped my dress when we saw headlights and the blue flashing lights come on. We looked at one another and laughed. Elger rolled down the window as a tall black gentleman with a smile a mile wide approached the car.
Shining his light at us then the rest of the car he said pleasantly, "Evening folks, out for a bit night air are we? I assume you're married. Can I see your license sir?"
Elger gladly complied. These were the days before computers were in officer's cars. He looked at his license, then leaned in and looked at me.
"You okay ma'am?"
"Just fine sir, a bit embarrassed. Our first time ever parking, and we get caught by the police."
He laughed softly, "You're fully clothed and both look happy, might I suggest you keep your extracurricular activities at home though. I know you're the newlyweds who bought the old Thorsen place, if you're gonna park again be careful, this is a popular spot for kids, and it isn't always peaceful. With the drugs coming into the area these kids can get out of hand at times."
