The sun was straight up on the July afternoon, and the temperature was soaring past ninety. Ethan was in the shade of the garage, although it wasn’t much cooler, working on his red 1966 Pontiac GTO. Two weeks ago he bought replacement parts for a good tune up and finally found free time to get started.
The sunlight streaming down was so bright he had to squint to look out to the street. The neighborhood kids were playing street hockey in front of his house. Down the sidewalk two little girls were selling lemonade from a small stand. He waved to the older couple from next door as they walked by with their collie on a leash.
He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, a pair of slip on shoes, no socks, and his hands and shirt and face were smeared with dirty black grease. He wore a pair of ancient leather work gloves to protect his knuckles, since he inevitably scraped them when he was working. The last spark plug on the driver’s side, the one he had fouled tow weeks ago, was giving him problems. He was having difficulty getting it out, and this probably had something to do with how it had fouled. He prayed that he hadn’t stripped the threads when he put it in originally. Sweat was dripping down his forehead into his eyes and he got fed up and yanked off his shirt.
He was bent over the fender and never heard Pam enter the garage. Pam came through the back door and quietly sat on the stool against the wall to watch him work and see the hard muscles of his body. She liked the sight of his ass in those shorts when he was bent over the side of that sexy red car. She peeked down and could just see the tip of his penis hanging down the leg of his shorts.
Silently, she snuck up behind him and reached out and touched his ass. He felt something tickling the inside of his thigh. Her fingers slid up his thigh toward his crotch and his penis quickly grew hard, just as she wanted. Ethan quickly turned around. Pam was wearing a black miniskirt and a black tank top, and his eyes rolled all the way up the side of her legs. The shorts he wore hardly held back his growing penis, and almost the whole length hung out the leg hole. She wrapped her hands around it.
“This is what I was looking for,” she said, licking her lips.
“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” he sighed.
She stroked it back and forth as it grew fully erect, and Ethan steadied himself on the fender of the car. She smiled a slow smile that made her thick bottom lip seem to pout with mischief. She moved close to him and he could felt the heat from her body. Did she blush? She lowered her eyes and they were as sensuous as her hair.
“You don’t feel scared to me.”
She had thick, sandy blonde hair and huge green eyes with flecks of autumn colors floating in them. There was an animal quality about her. The skimpy aquamarine tank top enhanced her full, round breasts, and her hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton fabric. The swell of her breasts threatened to tear the cloth apart.
She licked her full, sensuous bottom lip with her tongue. He could almost feel that tongue on his cock. She had thick, red lips, the kind that look so sexy wrapped around a cock. She had a way of looking at him that made him feel that she knew all his secrets. She laughed a deep, throaty laugh. He wanted to feel her.
Ethan looked out the open garage door.
“Someone might see us,” he whispered, as if he was afraid he would be heard if he spoke too loudly.
“I know.”
“Are you hoping somebody does?”
“I think so.”
She carelessly rubbed her hand over her tits, making the nipples stand up. She brushed against him again and he looked at the most beautiful ass he had ever Ataköy Escort seen. She turned and the way her breasts jutted out in front accented her tiny waist and her proud, little ass.
“I’m bored,” she said, pulling her shirt up over her tits.
“How can you be bored?”
“There’s nothing to do. I just want to go to bed with you.”
She straddled his cock with her legs and plunged her tongue into his mouth. He forced her beautiful mouth open with his tongue. He twisted his fingers in her hair and used it like a leash to hold her face to his. His cock slid back and forth across the crotch of her panties as she moved her hips in and out.
“I’ve got to get this work done, or I won’t have a car,” he said.
Pam thought for a second.
“Maybe we’ll have a little time for something else?” she asked in her sultry voice.
“Like what?” Ethan asked.
“Like … you know,” she said.
“What do you have in mind?”
She softly said, “Fucking,” and slid her hand down his sweaty back into his shorts.
“As soon as I get done, do you want to go with me for a test drive?”
“Yeah.”
“Give me about ten more minutes.”
Pam pulled away from him and sat on the stool again. Ethan, blushing from the embarrassment of having his erect cock hanging out of his shorts where anyone could see it, pulled the bottom of his shorts down to try to cover it. Pam giggled.
It took him only a few more minutes to finish the difficult job with the spark plug. He shut the engine cover and turned to Pam, who was sitting with her legs crossed.
“All done,” he said. “Get in.”
Pam jumped up and raced around to the passenger side. He climbed in the driver’s side and started the engine. It fired on the first turn of the key and roared to life. Pam trembled. The sensation of the car gave her shivers down her spine. The sound of the engine and the raw sensuality of how fast the car could go turned her on tremendously.
Ethan rolled the car to the street, and she got the sense that he could barely contain its incredible power. As they were gradually accelerating down the road, he eased the throttle open until the engine was screaming and the car’s full power became obvious. Trees flashed by on both sides of them and the wind rushed in through the open windows like they were in the middle of a fierce hurricane.
Pam clung to the door handle for dear life, but the speed and the deafening roar of the engine thrilled her. She could only tear her eyes off the road for a quick glance at the speedometer, and she just saw that the needle was well over a hundred miles per hour.
Ethan began to slow down and suddenly they were at the train crossing, and Pam was surprised. She knew the crossing was a couple of miles from the house, but it only took them a few seconds to get there. How fast were we going?
Sitting in the passenger’s seat beside him, Pam moved her beautiful bare legs back and forth. She knew what she wanted and couldn’t wait until they got where he was going. She groped for his lap and touched the bulge in his jeans. He pushed her hand over the belt and down inside, where her cool fingers touch his cock. She squeezed.
“Wait. Fuck me in the mouth,” she whispered in a throaty voice.
She bent over his lap. With quick, light fingers, she unbuckled the belt, unsnapped the button, and unzipped the fly. All he did was raise his hips off the seat so she could pull his jeans down.
“Oh, yes,” she said, and grabbed his cock.
She opened her lips over the tip and her tongue glided up and down the shaft. He gently shoved his cock into her. Her cheeks were Ataşehir Escort full with his cock and her throat made little noises as he fucked her. He still couldn’t believe how much she could take.
He felt her hesitate for a moment, and his cock was suddenly sliding down her throat. He could feel the heat of her mouth as she sucked and pulled his cock further down her slippery, satiny throat. He sat back in the seat, his arms and legs out, watching her head slowly moving down in his lap.
“Oh … oh … oh,” he moaned.
She stayed that way while he drove, her ass high in the air, covered only by her panties. He was tense all over, but his hips thrust up very slightly, trying to push his cock into her a little faster. She held the base of his cock tightly in her small hand and moved her head up and down as quickly as she quick, making his cock slide in and out of her throat and glide over her moist tongue.
There was a truck coming up behind him in the other lane and he didn’t want the driver to see what was going on, but there was nothing he could do. He was stuck at the red light and all he had to do was look down and see a half naked girl with her head in his lap and his cock in her hands. The truck came up beside them and the driver looked. The light changed and the truck passed, without the driver ever knowing. Ethan let off the brake and accelerated through the intersection.
He dropped a hand off the steering wheel and rested it on the back of her head, where it bobbed in his lap. In the fingers of one hand she held his balls. In her other hand, she stroked the shaft of his cock, what wouldn’t fit into her mouth.
Ethan clutched the steering wheel, moaning, raising his hips off the seat as she sucked faster. She drooled down his shaft and slurped up her saliva. The insides of her cheeks and her tongue rubbed the skin of his cock, bringing him quickly up to a climax, and there was no way he was going to stop.
Ethan lifted her shoulder. The head jerked and four shots of the white load were in her mouth before she could pull him out. Her mouth was full of the warm stuff and she could feel it on her lips and nose and cheeks. His cum burst from his cock and hit her cheek. Pam squealed and flinched in surprise as another shot hit her in her face and the next landed on her breasts. She opened her mouth and let some of it shoot in. The aim was not perfect, and a couple of shots hit her nose and chin before one went past her lips.
She closed her mouth and swallowed, then sat back in her seat and licked up the cum within reach of her tongue, which only got it off her lips.
“Ohhh, that was a good one,” she breathed, wiping his cum off her cheeks with her finger.
His penis, still standing up but bending over a little, was shiny and coated with cum and saliva.
“How do I look?”
“You got cum all over your face. Are you just going to leave there?”
“Sure. It’s mine, now, isn’t it?”
She looked at the little bit of it on her finger and licked it off.
“Taste good?”
“The best.” He finished and she looked up at him. His cum gleamed on her beautiful face and her incredible green eyes searched his face with passion.
“You know where I want it next? Right here,” she said
She spread knees and propped her feet on the dashboard and yanked her thin white panties down her thighs. He looked down at her small hand over her pussy. Her middle finger was sunk into her wet pussy lips. She looked up.
“I want you to fill me up right here. And don’t spill a drop,” she said.
The car bumped and rolled over the rough path down between the abandoned Avcılar Escort rail cars. Ethan stopped the car in a spot he knew very well and shut off the engine. The sudden silence seemed to be almost too loud for them. Eventually, Pam began to hear the soft noises of the light summer breeze and the weeds and a few birds in the distance.
She pulled her middle finger from her cunt, covered with creamy liquid, put it in her mouth and pulled it from her closed lips until it was clean. She smiled like an innocent little schoolgirl. He wiped a drop of his cum from her chin and held it up for her to lick off.
“I won’t spill any if you won’t spill any,” he said.
She licked his finger. “Agreed.”
“Let’s get in the back,” he said.
“Ok.”
Pam got out and climbed in the back seat and laid on her back on the slick, black vinyl. He climbed on top of her and slid down her body, the wet tip of his cock dancing on her tight, flat stomach as he made his way to her bushy cunt, leaving a thin, wet trail on her skin. The blonde hair on her pussy was as thick and unruly as the mane on her head. Her beauty was intoxicating.
He was holding himself up between her legs, his cock hanging down, ready to plunge into her pussy, and they stopped, staring at each other for long a moment. The insides of her thighs rubbed his hips, and she was absently finger her nipples. The look in their eyes was one of burning desire and a deep hunger. Her ass began to squirm anxiously on the seat.
“Put it in,” she gasped.
Ethan snapped out of his mesmerized gaze and rubbed the head along the groove of her pussy and made Pam groan anxiously. She was dripping wet. He spread her pussy lips with the head and pushed with his hips, forcing it into her. A smile curled up on Pam’s face when she felt it entering her. She spread her legs as wide as she could and hooked them around on the backs of his thighs.
Ethan looked down where they came together as he slowly lowered his weight until his entire penis was inside Pam and their pubic mounds were pressed against each other. He liked the contrast between her light colored pubic hair and his dark hair, and how it seemed to mingle together in one two-tone bush.
He was rolling his hips up in a firm, steady stroke, pushing his cock deep into her cunt. Pam moaned and her head rolled side to side with the thrusts.
“Oh God … oh God,” she moaned, each time he pushed his hips in.
Every inch of his long cock was inside her. It hurt a little bit, but it felt too good to make him stop just for that. She stared out the window right over her head at the beautiful blue sky, and when he shoved his cock back in, she squeezed her eyes just, tried to ignore the slight pain, and concentrate on the great sensations of his thick cock filling her up and rubbing against her clitoris.
Gradually, he was pumping a little bit quicker, and not thrusting so deep. The intensity of the sensations increased, and she knew she was cumming. She clutched him desperately as she came, screaming in his ear. Her fingernails dug into his back and her heels dug into the backs of his legs. She had finished her orgasm, but Ethan had not yet cum. He quickly pulled it out, and rolled Pam on her hands and knees.
“Oh God,” Pam moaned, holding her head down and arching her ass high in the air.
Suddenly she felt his cock pushing back into her cunt, deeper than it had only moments before, and she felt it pulsing between her legs and the inside of her womb quickly filled with warm liquid. She tossed her head back with a moan, squirming her hips from side to side.
“Oh yes,” she groaned.
She collapsed on the seat and he collapsed on top of her. Her legs were still spread and he continued to pump his penis in her hole.
“This car runs sweet,” Pam panted, turning her head back to him. Long, sweat-soaked strands of hair were draped over her face. “You know how to make them run, don’t you?” She wiped a drop of sweat from her nose. “But then, you got the best tool in town.”