The Ghost of a '57 Chevy

by Janet Fremont

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: A week's vacation in Eastern Kentucky, an old classic car, and a girl. What is real and what is not?

You drive east from Lexington - not on the interstate, but on the old Kentucky state highways and smaller county roads - on past Stanton and Hazard and Pikeville, on past the tiny towns and the even smaller places that used to be tiny towns before the mines closed or the new roads bypassed them or maybe just the ones where all the younger people left and the older ones finally died. You drive on into the true rural part of the state, into the mountains with their hidden turns and sharp ridge lines, their forested slopes and secret hollows. You pass the ruins of old farms and occasionally a newer place bought by some city folk who thought they would like to live out here in the middle of nowhere. At least, until they actually did live here. You see a lot of things that you would never see if you stayed on the big roads. Some of them make you feel happy. Some of them make you feel sad. And some of them - a very few - make you feel something you can never really describe.

Don Carson pulled off I-64 somewhere east of Lexington and turned into a gas station. He got out, removed the gas cap and began to pump the fuel into his tank. While it was filling he looked around. This seemed as good a place as any to leave the big highway and start off on the smaller roads. He glanced inside the little Ford, checking that his camera was on the passenger seat, ready for immediate use.

Don was a finance officer for a small firm in Louisville. A very good finance officer. But for this week he was on vacation. It was a clear, hot August day and he had exchanged his suit for an open neck shirt and jeans and planned to spend a few days traveling through the eastern part of the state pursuing his hobby of photography. In reality it was more than a hobby. A passion, actually. He had made these trips before, capturing photos of interesting things in the rural back country of the state. He had even won a couple of awards for his work.

In general, Don liked to photograph still objects. Sometimes just landscapes, but most often with some old man-made works included. He had one shot he had taken of a house located back into the edge of the mountains. It was obvious the place had not been occupied in a number of years, the paint already gone or at least peeling. It once must have been a nice house. Frame construction, two floors, a wide porch both front and back. Now it stood alone and forlorn, long grass and weeds filling the yard, a rusting swing set in the back. One swing hung on its rusty chains, ready for use but the other hung from a single support, tilted onto the ground. A large barn was visible, its loft door open to the elements, its red paint faded along with the "Mail Pouch Tobacco" sign painted on its side. Looking at the scene, one could almost see the children playing on the swings and hear their excited laughter. Now only the ghost of their image remained and one was left wondering what had happened. Did they just grow up and move away? Did some tragedy forever alter their life? It was impossible to tell, but the house still stood as silent testimonial to the earlier times.

Occasionally he would include people in the photo. A year ago he had been driving back in the hills on a Sunday afternoon in July. As he rounded a bend in the road he suddenly saw another typical rural house. This time it was in fairly good repair and there were people in the side yard. A couple and their three children: two boys and a girl. The oldest, a boy, was perhaps ten or eleven, but what caught his attention was that they were making homemade ice cream with an old fashion hand crank freezer. The three children - even the small girl who could have been no more than five or six - were taking turns sitting on the tub and turning the crank. It looked like a scene from fifty or more years ago. Don stopped, and after talking with the parents for a few minutes, got permission to take a few pictures. They asked if they could see them or maybe even buy a copy and he said he'd definitely let them know. When he had processed and printed the photos, he made a nice 11 x 14 of the best one and framed it and sent it to the family along with smaller copies of the others. He got back a very nice letter thanking him. He thought this was probably the only non-snap shot picture the family had ever owned. The whole thing had given him a very good feeling. The shot he had considered the best won him an award which now hung on his wall at home.

But perhaps his favorite photo had no people in it at all, On a small county road outside a nearly abandoned town was an old drive-in theater. It was clear it had not been used in years. There were a few small holes at one side of the screen, grass grew in clumps among the abandoned speaker posts and the concrete block refreshment stand presented a couple of cracked windows. Such old drive-ins were not uncommon throughout this part of the state but what made this one unique was what was located just behind it. Here was an auto salvage business - a junk yard - with the shells of old cars. The business had evidently run out of storage room and since the drive-in was not in use, had moved some of their vehicles into the back row of the theater. In a line were a half dozen cars, all of 1950s to 1960s vintage, lined up as though they were watching the movie. Don had looked at this row of cars and could imagine a family in the '59 Ford, a couple in the '53 Chevy, and, in the '60 Dodge, he was sure there would be two teenage couples, neither watching the movie. Probably the ones in the back seat wouldn't even be visible. He smiled to himself and positioned his camera behind the row of cars with the refreshment stand and the screen visible beyond them.

He had a large black and white print of this one hanging on his wall. Every time he looked at it he could see the ghosts of the people inside the cars and to him the cars themselves no longer looked like junkers, but rather as they had been.

Beside photography, Don had an interest in older cars. He never knew just where he got his passion for photography but he was pretty sure where his interest in older cars had originated. Don had an uncle and aunt - Fred and Mary. Fred was his father's brother, ten years older than his dad and thirty-five years older than Don himself. His father often said that if anyone collected wool from his family, they would only get black from Fred. Fred and Mary weren't really black sheep, but they were a little more wild than the rest of the family. From about the time he was fifteen, Don had found them a fantastic source of stories of a type that would appeal to a teenage boy.

His favorites were about Fred's old Chevy and his and Mary's adventures with it. Fred had bought a '57 Chevy Bel Air his senior year in high school which was 1962. It had needed a lot of work but Fred did most of it himself and by the time he graduated the big 283 V-8 engine was running perfectly and he had repaired and repainted the body so it looked almost new. He and Mary had been going together for over a year when they graduated and they decided to celebrate by taking a trip out west in the Chevy. They spent six weeks, traveling the western states and parks, camping or even sometimes just sleeping in the car.

When Don had heard this story the first time he had been nearly seventeen. Fred and Mary were both fifty-one at that time but both, especially Mary, looked much younger and were still very active. When they began telling about their trip, Mary had pulled out a scrapbook with pictures. Looking at her photo, Don decided she must have looked fantastic at eighteen. She was tall, about five-eight, with blonde hair which hung down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were still a deep blue and in almost all of the photos she was wearing either a skirt which came only to mid thigh or some of the shortest shorts Don had ever seen. Her legs and ass were everything a teenage boy could imagine - or dream of.

From the stories his aunt and uncle told about their trip he guessed that they shared more than camp chores. He felt sure they had only used one sleeping bag although they never said so directly. Still, some of the tales they told him made it pretty clear that it wasn't a platonic relationship. After the trip they had gotten married and, from what he could see, were still as interested in each other - both romantically and physically - as they must have been at eighteen.

They told him other stories, many involving the '57 Chevy. This car had become an automotive icon. The distinctive tail fins, the chrome. Not to mention it had the first of the big block V-8 engines Chevrolet had put in an auto. Fred had the largest, the 283 cubic inch, and with the light weight car, it provided unparalleled acceleration. While Fred didn't actually compete in drag racing, he was quick to point out the '57 Chevy quickly took most of the records, although often they were later refitted for racing with the bigger 409 or other large V-8 engines.

Because of their stories - or for whatever other reason - Don had developed a keen interest in older cars. In high school he was sort of a nerd, serious in his studies and not really into much in the way of outside activities, so his interest in old autos was more academic than hands-on. When he decided on a career in finance and went to college, it was much the same. He did date but never found the right girl, then or after, and thus remained single. Often he got to feeling that maybe he had missed the excitement he should have had when he was eighteen or twenty, but felt it was now too late to recapture it.

But he still dreamed about the old cars. He would love to own one, restore it. Especially a '57 Chevy. But he knew he lacked the skills to rebuild one, either body or engine, and couldn't afford to pay others to do so. A restored '57 Chevy could go for seventy-five to eighty-five thousand dollars or even more. Collecting old cars was a hobby for those with much greater financial resources than he had, so he tried to content himself with taking their pictures.

Now it was August and he was taking a week off. The firm had insisted - they wouldn't let him accumulate any more vacation days. He had nowhere in particular he wanted to go, nothing special to do. Clear, hot weather was predicted for the next several days. He had decided to spend the time driving through the eastern mountains of the state and taking pictures. Who knew? He might find another award winning scene.

He put the gas cap back on and took his receipt from the pump - he hadn't spoken with a human gas station attendant in years. Getting back into the little Ford, he glanced at the map and instead of getting back onto the interstate, he turned onto one of the smaller state highways heading towards the southeast.

The little car was air conditioned so despite the hot August sun beating down, it was quite comfortable inside. He drove on for several hours, stopping for some lunch at a small restaurant before starting up into the mountains. He had never been in this part of the state before. He generally tried to find new locations on these photographic expeditions.

The state highway had given way to smaller roads. These had led him through a tiny hamlet, now mostly abandoned. Only a few houses looked to retain their residents and only a few single stores remained open. From the looks of things he guessed that there had been a small mine which had probably become unprofitable and been forced to close. Those who still remained in the town probably had nowhere else to go.

The small road he was following crossed another which at one time had been a state highway until the state road had been rerouted. Near the intersection he saw a sign, now old and faded, advertising a motel. In another half mile he saw the entrance. Six small individual cabins with a slightly larger office-residence combination. Instinctively he looked around for a possible photo and then his gaze froze, locked onto the vision in front of the office.

He pulled into the lot and parked near the office. Getting out, the hot air hit him like a solid thing but he hardly noticed. Slowly he moved over to the item which had originally caught his attention. Yes, it was real. A '57 Chevy Bel Air convertible. It looked like it might have just come from the showroom floor, clean and polished, its candy apple red paint shining in the sun. He looked into the window and saw seats in nearly new condition, not a stain or cut in the fabric. The dashboard was pristine, the windows sparkling with no hint of chipping or even abrasion. But the thing which made the biggest impression was the small, hand lettered sign in the window. It read simply "FOR SALE."

What in the world was this car doing out here in the middle of nowhere? It seemed very unlikely that anyone who owned such a car would be living out here and even less likely that any potential buyer might happen along in this remote location.

Don slowly walked around the vehicle, examining each detail. The tires even looked almost new. Slowly he reached out and opened the hood. The big V-8 stared back at him. Looking more closely he saw that not only was it the big 283 but it was the fuel injected model. That year Chevy introduced the first fuel injected engine and produced the highly wished for "horse power per cubic inch." This would perform better than anything else in its class.

Still in a state of disbelief, Don closed the hood and again circled the car before heading over to the office. He had to find out what this was doing here. Inside was a desk with a small bell but no one visible. He rang the bell and after ten or fifteen seconds a man appeared from the back room. He was probably in his eighties, short and white haired. He moved to the desk and asked, "Can I help you?"

Don replied, "I was just wondering about the '57 Chevy outside."

"Yes," the man said. It belonged to my son but he went and got himself killed. I won't be driving it now, so I thought I'd sell it."

"I'm sorry about your son." He hesitated a second. "How much are you asking for it?"

"Five hundred," the man replied.

"Five hundred! It must be worth a hundred or hundred fifty times that much."

The old man looked at him with a somewhat sad expression on his face. "It might be. Probably is. But it wasn't mine and I have no use for it. No real use for a lot of money either. And when I see it there it reminds me of him. If it were just up to me, I'd probably just scrap it but I know it meant something to him and that he would want it to mean something to someone else. Five hundred will make me happy. You interested?"

For a few seconds Don couldn't even reply. He'd never be able to afford this car at its real value. In fact, he'd probably pay five hundred just to rent it for a few days. He looked up at the man and finally said, "If you are serious, I would love it."

The man reached across the desk and offered his hand. They shook and then he said, "Let me get the papers." He disappeared into the back room for half a minute and then reappeared with an envelope. Inside was the title and registration. When Don looked at the registration he saw that the last time it had been licensed was in 1985. He looked up and pointed it out to the man.

"That's right. That was the last time he drove it, but I've run it every month or so and when I decided to sell it, I had a friend come over and check out everything. It's in good shape. All you need is this statement." He pointed to one of the papers. "That says it hasn't been driven on the road since then. I checked with the DMV to be sure."

Don read over the form and saw that what the man said was correct. He smiled and nodded. While on a trip like this, Don usually used a credit card for most expenses, but he had found that in some remote areas this didn't always work. So he carried about nine hundred dollars in cash with him. Now he removed ten fifty dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to the man

The man smiled, handed him the keys and the signed transfer on the title. Again he reached and shook hands. "I hope you are as happy with it as my son was."

Don was still almost in a state of shock but he managed to say, "I'd like to take it out for a little while but I need to leave my other car somewhere until I can get back for it. Would that be OK?"

"Sure. No one will bother it here. It can stay here all day or all month or as long as you want. Just leave it parked somewhere out front."

Still almost in a state of shock, Don went back outside. First he pulled his little Ford over to the side of the lot beside one of the ancient cabins. Looking around he could see that none of them were being rented any more and, in fact, looked like they had been closed up for at least a few years. He took his camera, locked the little car and made his way back to the Bel Air, still not quite believing it was his.

The thought came to him that he hadn't even started the car, much less driven it before he bought it. Still, he reasoned, even if it wouldn't run at all, it was worth a lot more than he had paid for it. With this thought in mind he climbed inside and closed the door. For long seconds he remained still, just looking at the panel and controls. At last he put in the key, pressed down on the clutch and turned the switch. The car caught almost immediately and the low rumble of the big engine settled into a deep, purring roar.

He let it idle for nearly a minute, watching the gages. This model had been fitted with a tach, an oil pressure gauge, and an ammeter. His uncle had told him that wasn't standard but evidently this owner had added them. He moved the shift lever into low and slowly let out the clutch. The car moved, feeling as though it wanted to run, not crawl. Smiling to himself he headed to the lot entrance and pulled out onto the road.

The car responded beautifully. Steering was tight with no slop. Shifting was smooth. And the acceleration ... This car was designed to RUN. Suddenly he thought to glance down at the gas gage to find that the tank was only about an eighth full. A 1957 model - especially one with an engine like this - would drink a lot of gas. He decided the first thing he should do was find a gas station. He remembered one near a town he had passed through a little earlier and headed in that direction.

The car ran like a dream and when he pulled in beside the pump and turned off the ignition, he couldn't seem to get the smile off his face. He got out and was happy to see that these pumps did take credit cards. He used his and started the fuel flowing into the tank.

While he was standing there he was suddenly aware that someone had come up just behind and a little to his right. Before he could look around, a pretty voice said, "Nice car, Mister."

He turned to see who had spoken and for just a second the thought flashed through his brain that it was his Aunt Mary, now eighteen again. The girl was about her height - probably five seven or five eight. She had deep blue eyes and corn silk blonde hair which fell most of the way down her back. She also had a shape that made his eyes freeze and seemed to constrict his throat. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt, the top two buttons open and the tails tied beneath her breasts, leaving several inches of bare midriff between it and the cut off jeans she was wearing. Cut off as short as any he had ever seen, they made Daisy Duke's look long. She had athletic shoes, but no socks, on her feet. And she filled every cubic inch of her clothes to perfection.

After what seemed an awfully long delay, Don managed to say, "Thank you, I just bought it."

She moved a little nearer and let her hand slide over the polished surface, seeming to caress the vehicle. She looked over at him, a lovely smile on her face. Don noticed she wore no make-up and also that she didn't need any. She let her hand slide over the car again and said, "I love cars like this. Wish I knew someone who had one."

The whole day had been strange and now Don reacted in a way totally uncharacteristic for him. He asked, "Would you like to take a ride in it?"

Her face lit up and she replied, "I sure would, mister. Where you going?"

"Nowhere in particular. Just out to try it out. You headed somewhere in particular?"

"Just the same nowhere as you," she cryptically answered, white teeth showing in a broad smile.

Don smiled back and moved around to open the right door for her. She swung into the car, showing a lot of her remarkable legs as she did so, and settled into the seat, stretching those same remarkable legs out in front of her.

Don moved around and climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. As the deep rumble of the powerful engine sent vibrations through the car, he saw the girl give a little shiver and close her eyes for a moment. Then he let out the clutch and the car rolled smoothly back out onto the highway.

He really didn't have anywhere in particular to go - he just wanted to drive this car. He followed the road out of town and into even more remote country. Once he turned off onto a small county road and twisted along it and a couple of similar routes, eventually coming back onto the road he had left once again.

The girl remained in her seat but when he glanced over Don could see the excitement in her eyes. After they had been riding for about ten minutes he said, "By the way, I'm Don Carson. I live near Louisville and am just out here to look around and take some pictures."

She turned and smiled at him. "I'm Jenny Mae."

"Jenny Mae... ?" he asked. "No last name."

"Just Jenny Mae," she replied with another brilliant smile. Then she added, "I'm from around these parts."

"You still in school?" he asked, trying to make conversation.

"No, I already graduated. I'm nineteen."

"Almost to himself Don mumbled, "Just half my age."

She evidently heard him. "You don't look that old. In fact you look pretty nice."

He couldn't help himself and said, "Not nearly as nice as you." She laughed, but gave him another bright smile. Then trying still to make conversation he asked, "Is there some time you need to be back? For that matter, is back in town where you need to go/'

"Doesn't matter. I don't need to be anywhere in particular at any particular time. Let's just ride and have fun."

That sounded like a good idea to him. The car, the girl, the hot August day. Everything was combining to make this all seem like some kind of waking dream. A most pleasant dream. He was feeling like he was someone else entirely. The thought suddenly struck him that maybe the someone else was who he might have been if he hadn't spent all his time in study when he was her age. He shook his head to clear it of these strange ideas and looked to the road ahead. The car was becoming an extension of himself, responding perfectly to his touch, hugging the road and performing like the spirited thoroughbred it was.

For two hours they traveled the back roads when Don noticed the time. It was nearing six. He had decided he wasn't going to get the car back anywhere today no matter what he did. The man had said he could leave his other car parked in the old motel lot as long as he wanted. Now he was beginning to think that maybe he would stay somewhere in the area and try to find some way to get both vehicles back home. Not to mention that some time he would need to see about registering the Chevy. Of course, in the meantime the title transfer would probably do.

Looking up from his watch he saw the girl again smiling at him, a happy look on her face. She was enjoying this ride as much as he was himself. Surprising himself he suddenly said, "It's getting a little late. You're probably getting hungry. Right?"

She replied, "Oh, I can eat anytime."

Once again, to his own astonishment, he said, "Would you like to go somewhere and get something for supper?" Then suddenly thinking about the economic conditions of this area he realized she might not be ready to buy a meal out. He quickly added, "I mean I'd like to take you to supper."

"I'd like that."

"Well, do you know anywhere around here that has decent food?"

She seemed to think it over for a few seconds, closing her eyes. Then she said, "If you follow this road for a few miles it will cross the interstate. I think there might be some stuff there."

He suddenly realized he had no real idea just where they were. He had brought a map from the other car but hadn't looked at it. Now he thought that not only would that probably let them find some food, but he would also be able to orient himself. "That sounds good. Let's see just what we can find." He pushed down on the gas and let the car run, taking them on to wherever they might go.

In a few more minutes he saw a sign indicating the intersection with the big highway was just a little way ahead. He slowed and as they neared the junction he saw a couple of chain motels, two gas stations, and a small restaurant. "That place look all right?" he asked.

"Anywhere is fine," she replied.

He pulled into the lot and parked the car. When he turned off the engine he was surprised as the sudden difference the absence of the engine rumble made. He quickly got out and went around to hold her door open as she climbed out. Again he admired her lovely form. They headed to the restaurant. This was not a chain, but a small local place of some kind. He hoped the food wouldn't be too bad,

Inside they were seated in a small booth. The menus didn't offer anything particularly exotic - just plain American food. The girl ordered fried chicken and he decided to have the same. When it came, he was pleasantly surprised at the taste. It was actually pretty good, but, then, the Colonel's "secret recipe" had originated not too far from here. They finished the meal, Don paid and they headed back out to the car.

He held the door for her once again and went around to his own side. He climbed inside and started the car but before he did anything else he turned towards the girl and said, "Well, Jenny, anywhere you'd like to go?"

She replied, "Where are you planning on going tonight?"

He hadn't really thought about it. Now he gave some consideration and finally answered, "I'm not sure. I'll probably just get a room at a motel - here or somewhere else - and tomorrow try to figure how I can get this car back home."

She raised her hand and placed it on top of his on the shift lever. "Then, Don, why don't you get a room here and I'll go to the same place."

He looked at her and stared. He had to clear his throat twice. "Are you saying..." He couldn't finish but she saved him the trouble.

"Yes, Darlin'," she drawled. "If you want me to stay with you, that is."

He swallowed hard. "I'd like nothing better."

"Then why don't you pick one of these two and get us a room?"

Everything was moving entirely too fast and in a direction Don had never expected. Still, he couldn't seem to see any other way to go. He DIDN'T want any other way to go. She patted his hand and then pointed at one of the two motels. "How about that one?"

He nodded and slipped the car into gear for the short trip. She remained in the car while he went in to register. There was a sudden moment of panic when the clerk asked for the car license and he realized he had none but when he explained that he had just bought it and showed the title, there was no problem.

Don had registered in a motel with a woman before so it wasn't an entirely new experience, although it hadn't been often and never had the girl been this young. Or this good looking, he thought. He came back to the car and drove around to the other side to park in front of the room door. He turned off the engine and for several seconds sat where he was, his hands on the steering wheel. Jenny reached over and lifted his right hand from the wheel. She held it for a second and then placed it on her thigh. It felt like he had touched a hot stove but when he started to pull it away she held it firmly in place. "Don't worry, Lover, you'll get to like it," she teased.

The girl, of course, had no luggage with her but Don suddenly realized that neither did he. All of his stuff except his camera was in the other car. Somehow he didn't think she would be expecting him to be wearing pajamas. At last he gave her leg a quick squeeze and climbed out, going around to open her door again.

Since they had nothing to carry, he simply closed and locked the car and they made their way the ten feet to the room door. He used the key and held it open for the girl, following her inside and letting the door close and latch behind them. He looked around and saw a single queen sized bed. But before he could notice anything else the girl turned to him and threw her arms around his neck. She pulled herself against him, planting her lips firmly on his. His arms moved of their own volition and wrapped around her, his palm resting on her bare back below the blouse, and pulled her more tightly to him. Their mouths opened and the kiss lasted for quite some time and Don felt himself growing hard long before it was over.

Struggling mightily he pulled himself slightly back and raised his arms to her shoulders. "Jenny Mae, are you sure you want to do this?"

Her face took on a slightly more serious look. "Yes, I'm sure. What about you?"

Don answered. "You must know I want you. But I don't have any condoms. I wouldn't want to get you pregnant."

She smiled at him again. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm on the pill. And before you ask, I have been tested and don't have any STDs. Do you?"

He looked down. "No. I haven't been tested for some time but I haven't had a chance to catch any for quite a while."

"Then there is nothing to worry about, is there, Lover?"

Somehow despite his desire Don replied, "No. Nothing except why you want to do this. I'm not objecting. I'm just wondering why."

"Because I want you. Maybe because you look like you will be fun. Maybe because that ride and that car really turned me on. Maybe just because. I don't really know, but I do want to. So shall we quit wasting time?"

With that comment she reached and began to unbutton his shirt. He was almost in a trance but he still managed to reach for the three buttons still fastened on her blouse. Releasing them and untying the tails, he slid the cloth down her shoulders, revealing two firm breasts. He hadn't thought she was wearing a bra and found that he was correct. He also found that she didn't need one even though her breasts were fair sized. They were warm and firm under his hands and stood out proudly with no droop at all. Jenny pulled his own shirt free and then moved her arms around his neck, pulling him against her, their bare bodies pressed firmly together above the waist. Her mouth locked against his and suddenly he felt no hesitation as both opened and their tongues began to explore. For a full minute they clung together, devouring each other, their hot skin rubbing, while each managed to work their shoes off. He was the first to reach for the fastening of her cutoffs but she was only seconds behind him in loosening his belt. In seconds more, without breaking the kiss in the slightest, both were clad only in underwear. Hers were a skimpy pair of very high cut panties, white in color, and, he noticed, damp at the crotch. Her hand slid down his side, catching his briefs and tugging them free. Again, in only seconds, both had stepped free of these last garments.

The kiss continued for another two or three minutes until, at last, they pulled slightly back, looking at each other's face as they gasped for air. Don moved his hands to her shoulders and held her at arm's length, his gaze sliding slowly up and down her body. "You are truly beautiful," he managed to say. "Lovely. Absolutely lovely."

Jenny smiled and likewise examined him. Don was in good shape. Despite having basically a desk job, he was adamant about his workouts and maintained his body in excellent form for someone his age. Not that thirty-eight was old, but many men had let themselves go by that time. Don stood five ten and had learned long ago that he felt better if he always carried himself erect, shoulders back, head up. Now his posture wasn't the only thing erect. Jenny looked at the stiff rod standing straight out below his waist. Unconsciously she licked her lips then looked up into his eyes. "You're certainly not bad yourself." Then she smiled widely. "I believe the word might be 'studly'."

Don laughed. "I doubt that really applies to me, but thank you. Still, I'm sure I'm nothing compared to you. You look fantastic!"

Again she smiled and let one hand slide down his back and over his firm buttocks. "Oh, I think you are just right. And you have a very nice ass." Then she gave an almost enigmatic smile and almost whispered, "Why don't we stop admiring each other and just fuck?"

With that comment she suddenly dropped to her knees and took his hard rod into her mouth. Don's head jerked back, his mouth opening wide as a small groan emerged. It had been a long time - several years, in fact - since a girl had pleasured him orally. He wasn't a monk or prude, by any means, but somehow the opportunities had not been frequent in the last few years. It had been a number of months since he had actually been to bed with a woman. Not from lack of desire. More from the general circumstances of his life. He still had a strong sex drive and pleasured himself most every day, but he just wasn't the type to try to meet women at a bar or similar place. Most of the women he met through work or other activities were either married or not interested in any kind of relationship. And none he had ever met - even in college - exhibited the drive and excitement of this fantastic woman.

After a half minute he felt himself about to go over the edge and reached to grasp her shoulders. "No, not yet, Jenny. Not yet." With that he pulled back and as she looked up, he pulled her to her feet. Then something came over him. Something he would have never imagined. He suddenly bent and scooped the naked girl up into his arms, eliciting a small squeal as he turned and carried her over to the bed and quickly lowered her onto her back. She smiled up at him as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her calves. She opened her legs in obvious invitation, expecting him to lower himself on top of her.

He surprised her by suddenly bending forwards and planting his mouth against her sex, his tongue immediately beginning to stroke and explore. This area had a small patch of extremely fine, light blonde hair, clearly matching that on her head. It was easy to tell she was already quite aroused, her juices flowing freely, and as his lips and tongue touched, he heard her gasp. In seconds she was arching against him and her excitement had increased many fold. She twisted against him for long seconds and then it seemed the sensations must have become almost too much to handle as she started to pull slightly back. Her hands reached for his head but he grabbed each wrist, pinning them against the bed by her sides as his tongue attacked her clit directly. She struggled against his hold but despite the intense stimulation he felt her press herself against his mouth again. Still holding her wrists immobile, he caught her clit in his lips and tugged. Jenny gave a sharp cry and started to convulse in climax.

Don removed his mouth and released her wrists, now straightening himself above her. She immediately grasped him, guiding him to her soaked opening and he shoved in to the hilt in a single stroke. Jenny began to come again as soon as he entered and they both banged against each other with wildly abandoned force. Not surprisingly Don didn't last a long time and when Jenny practically screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" he began to come. Over and over he spurted into her as they clung tightly together until at last they lay clinging tightly as both gasped for breath in quick gulps.

At last Jenny managed to say, "Wow!"

Don gave a small laugh. "Double wow."

She smiled at him. "Do you still have any question about why?" she asked.

"I guess not," he replied. "Although I never had any question about why from my stand point. Only why you would want this."

"I told you I wanted it. Still, I never imagined it would be this good." Then she looked almost shy and maybe even slightly embarrassed. "But I'm still going to want more tonight."

Don smiled at her. "That definitely makes two of us."

Both got their wish. Three more times during the night. It also became obvious that Jenny did not limit herself to the missionary position. The second time she knelt astride Don, facing him, as she lowered herself on his rampant tool, then bouncing up and down until both exploded nearly together. The next time Don was sitting on the chair beside the bed and Jenny was seated on the bed nearby. They began teasing each other verbally until suddenly Don grabbed her wrist and then her waist to pull her over onto his lap. Jenny wiggled around a little and then started Don's rigid organ pushing into her as she settled down, leaning back against him. His hands went to grasp her breasts and for the next twenty five minutes they slowly rocked back and forth, gently squirming around, until again both had come. When they had finally decided to move to the bed for some sleep, Don first pushed her against the side, bending her over and entered her from behind. He pounded her for several minutes as Jenny pressed back against him with equal enthusiasm.

When Don opened his eyes it was to find the lovely, naked girl spooned against his front, her hard, round ass pressed comfortably against his groin, and his hand cupping her firm breast. He lay still, immensely happy at the feeling and still not quite completely sure it was real. This brought the memory of the car to his mind and the entirety of his world seemed even less real although still wonderful.

Jenny came slowly awake and snuggled back against him. She opened her eyes and turned to smile at him. "Hi, Lover."

He bent and kissed her ear. "Hi, yourself." Then she rolled over and they engaged in a much longer and more satisfactory kiss.

At last they stretched and got up. "I think we probably both need a shower," Don said. "Go ahead, you can go first."

Jenny started to take a step towards the bathroom then turned and reached for his hand. "Let's save some water." She gave a tug and almost in a daze Don followed her into the bathroom. They showered together and somehow began to do a little more than just wash. It ended with Don pressing her back against the shower wall, her arms around his neck and her legs clasped tightly around his ass as he fucked her for the fifth time.

They dressed in the clothes they had been wearing the day before as neither had anything else. Don had only taken his camera with him when he had changed to the Chevy, not expecting to be gone so long, and, of course, Jenny had only what she was wearing.

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