Further Adventures of Paul and Ashlee
Chapter 17

Copyright© 2016 by Kynlas_DK

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 17 - So Paul and Ashlee are still married and continue to have very interesting adventures taking care of their three kids, their family and even their extended family. I hope that you like this story as much as you liked the first one about these two characters.

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

Sunday morning. Only four races today, one for each class racing, the buggies, the light trucks, the 4x2 heavy trucks and the 4x4 unlimited trucks at the end of the day. Brenda had almost the entire day to spend with her siblings and she made the most of it. She went everywhere with them. She sat in the stands watching the other races. She took them on a tour of the grounds and even eating junk food with them. All in all, she was a kid again. It warmed my heart. Ashlee couldn’t stop smiling when the four of them returned to our camp and she started getting ready for the race.

Elliott pulled her aside and spoke to her. I saw it happen, but I wasn’t invited to participate in the conversation. He slapped her on the back, and said loud enough for me to hear him say “NOW GO GET ‘EM!! YOU CAN DO IT!!”

Ashlee and the rest of the team took up position on top of the bus so that they could see without having to be in the stands. 10 laps, about 20 miles of distance all for the championship. I was a nervous wreck!

VAROOOM!!

The race began and the trucks jockeyed for position before the first turn. Brenda got caught up in the pack and was fourth when they reached the first jump. Just behind her, two trucks got together and one of them landed all wrong on the front wheel and it was destroyed taking it out of the race. The other truck wasn’t damaged too badly but ended up facing the wrong way after it came to a stop. All of the other trucks passed it putting it dead last. The driver could be seen hitting his hand on the wheel in frustration.

Brenda made a good pass in a corner diving low while the other driver drifted high so now she was third with six laps left.

No more crashes, the trucks were too far strung out.

Brenda passed another truck with the same move in the same corner putting her second.

Three laps to go.

Brenda took a different corner high and almost made another pass but that driver blocked her for the lead. She came right back at him again and again as they raced along the back stretch.

At the end of that stretch is a corner that you can really maintain your speed through and that is just what Brenda did. I don’t know if it was her or not, but the engine noise I heard coming from that direction sounded like she had her foot planted to the floor the entire way through. That’s my girl!

Over the finish line jump and Brenda was right at the other driver’s door. This was going to be a photo finish in one lap. The white flag was out and my daughter was going for the lead.

Everyone on the roof was cheering and yelling and screaming, it was bedlum!

Brenda was right with the guy through turn one and two, she took the diving route again trying to pass him but he was able to block her. They ran out of sight just before the back stretch and when they came into view, Brenda was in the lead!

We jumped and cheered and really went nuts in our excitement.

The back half of her truck was missing, but oh well. It was just fiberglass.

The other driver was missing his hood and both fenders with a blown tire but wasn’t about to give up. He kept coming after Brenda and bumping her back end trying to get her to spin out or do something to crash. Our Brenda just kept her cool (at least it looked like she was cool) and kept her foot down all the way down the back stretch, around the big sweeper and through the little bumps before the final straight and the finish line.

We held our breath as the two trucks roared toward the finish line, Brenda ahead by half a car length and then the two of them cross the line.

We held our breath, which one won? Who came in first?

“Paul, come on, we have to get to the winner’s circle.”. Ashlee yelled as she went down the stairs.

I followed the rest of the crew as we caught up with everyone else and moved through the crowd.

Brenda finally got out of her truck and was rushed by Ashlee and the kids.

Ashlee and I brought up the rear and once we got there, we moved through the crowd to get to our girl. The crew chief, along with Elliott, got her out of her helmet and gear, then started pounding on her back in celebration and once she got her helmet off she started hugging everyone around her, her siblings included.

I was so proud of her, I mean, just a few years ago she was a 17 year old kid who wanted to go fast and got caught once doing it. Now look at her, a professional woman who probably just won her first championship. Tears fell from my eyes I was so happy.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please. Ladies and gentlemen, please. May I have your attention.” the crowd around the podium quieted down enough for the announcer to talk. “We have a winner, but it was a photo finish and the judges had to look at several angles to find the winner.” A hush fell across the crowd as all of us leaned in to hear what the man had to say. “The winner of the 2019 championship is... “ He paused and we all inhaled. “Brenda Davis and team PAB Racing!!”

The crowd erupted. The noise was close to the sound that their engines make coming around turn 1. It was deafening!!!

The team jumped up and down, hugging each other and celebrating like only a team that won can.

They managed to get the drivers up to the podium and presented the 3rd place driver with his trophy and plaque for coming in third. They had the second place man come up and accept his trophy and plaque then they had Brenda go up there and they gave her a trophy that was nearly as tall as she is along with a plaque and the crowd cheered again.

They had three models dressed in short-shorts and halter tops bring LARGE bottles of champagne to the winners and they popped the corks and sprayed each other and the crowd with champagne. The guy drivers got kisses from the models, but Brenda chose to get a hug from each of them instead of a kiss.

After the champagne ran out and the crowd started back to their cars for the ride home, Brenda came to us. “Oh baby girl, I am so proud of you!” Ashlee gushed and then hugged her daughter and gushed some more.

“Me too honey. I am so proud I could burst. That was incredible what you did out there today. Just incredible.”

The three of us stood there hugging and then three little ones squeezed in and hugged sissy as well. It was a family hug fest.

“Brenda! Brenda, can we get a moment to talk to you?” A reporter asked pushing through the crowd with camera and mic in hand.

“We’ll meet you back at the bus and truck when you’re done.”

“Ok dad. Thanks for everything.”

The five of us left her to do interviews and to celebrate with her team. I held Ashlee’s hand as we walked together. The kids walked alongside talking a mile a minute about how sissy beat that other driver and how she is the best driver in the world and just on and on.

“Ash.” I said.

“Hmm.” She said enjoying the time and the win.

“Still glad that we started the race team?”

She squeezed my hand and then came close and hugged my arm. “Yes I am. This is everything that she has ever wanted and I couldn’t be happier for her or for us.”

“Do you want to go to the UK with us? Leslie talked to me earlier about coming so that they can film our interviews and show off the truck and then present our track times. I think they are going to make a big huge thing about it all. It could be fun for all of us to go.”

“Sounds good. The kids don’t start school for a couple of more weeks so as long as we go and come straight back, this should be a fun trip.”

It was decided. We were going to the UK.

The team members not giving interviews were back at the bus working to get the race truck back on the trailer and breaking down the camp site. The crowds had gone home and as members put things away, I stood around watching not knowing what to do to help.

Ashlee made a decision and took the kids inside to get them cleaned up for dinner.

The BBC crew was still down the way from us so I wandered down to them so that I could tell them the good news.

“Hey Richard” I called out as I approached the camp.

“Paul, so good of you to grace us with your presence.” Richard said putting away cameras and such.

“Richard.” I shook hands with the shorter man. “How did you like the racing?”

“I have seen a lot of races, but that was incredible.”

“Which part?”

“The bumping and the crashes. That is what blew me away. It was amazing to see them crash into each other and keep going. When that happens back home, game over. Here, they just keep going.”

We agreed that seeing these guys race like this was very good and when our comments ran out, I asked him where Leslie was.

“She is around here somewhere. Excuse me, would you?”

He moved back to getting this put away and I moved to find Leslie so that we could talk about the plans for all of us to come to Europe. I walked through their camp, but didn’t see her anywhere. I went back to my team’s camp and ultimately found her still talking to Elliott.

“Tell me again where Brenda got her training again. The race I saw between her and the Stig is still got me speechless and I need all of the information from you in order to get a better picture of where she came from.”

Elliott leaned forward and rubbed his head with his hands and based upon his body language that I saw, he had gone through all of this before and he wasn’t happy right now.

“Leslie, everything I told you is the truth. She learned to race through me and in several racing schools all over the US. Everything else she is and has was given to her from the Lord above. She has natural talent that not even I could train into her. She is who she is and that is it.”

At this point, I stepped in and made myself known. “Uh-hem. Am I interrupting?”

Elliott looked up and smiled, he was rescued. “No. I’m done. Just getting a few last thing straight for the report I’m writing before the show.”

“Are you upset that the stig lost?” I asked trying to salvage or at least make sure she wasn’t going to create a hit piece against Brenda.

She looked at Elliott then back to me, “Surprised is all.” she looked back at Elliott, “Elliott has been very good at answering all of my questions, I was hoping for something, anything, that would explain why, how, Brenda beat The Stig when he beats everyone that goes up against him.”

“So what is going to happen next then? Is this going to be a problem for us?” I asked sitting down in the chair she left just moments ago.

“No, but it may be a problem for the BBC when we get back. Seeing their champion lose like that is going to make history and will warrant a TV special and trying to squeeze a TV special into the schedule that is already busy enough will cause a bunch of people to stay up late shuffling things around.” She started pacing back and forth while talking, “Or they might hold the footage until next season and run it. I just don’t know what they are going to do is all.”

I sat back in the chair, crossed my leg over my knee and waited for her to finish her thought. She moved back and forth a couple of times, then stopped, “I’ll be right back, I have to make a phone call.”

 
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