I hurried to catch up. “Don’t be sorry. The oaks are beautiful, but let me take to you my favorite place. You’ll like it, too, I think.”
She offered her hand, and I took it, swinging it between us as I led her to the garage. Her eyes lit up as I turned on the lights which came on one after the other in front of us. “The garage? I should have known.” She walked over to the row of cars and stopped at my father’s gunmetal gray Shelby. Her fingers caressed the length of it as her eyes drank it in.
“That one was my father’s pride and joy.” I didn’t think to mention what kind it was; I figured she wouldn’t understand anyway.
“It’s a Shelby. I’ve always wanted to drive one. My dad wouldn’t let me drive sports cars. He said I couldn’t handle them and called them death traps.”
I thought of her car out front in the circle and doubted her father had never changed his opinion. “And so, being rebellious, you got a job and bought one for yourself. Your Camaro is a clean ride.”
“Thank you; that’s exactly what I did. For the record, he’s still mad at me. He even offered to buy it from me and get me something else in its place. He said he was afraid I’d drive too fast…and many times I do.” She regarded the car again. “She’s fast, but probably not as fast as this. Have you ever topped it out?”
“My dad never let me drive it, and I’m not sure he ever went over the speed limit. He only bought the thing to torment me. When I was sixteen, he asked me what kind of car I wanted. Of course, this is what I told him, right down to the color. He went out and bought me a new red GT500, which was nice — a bitchin’ car for real — but then six months later he came home with this, and I wasn’t allowed to touch it. He even dangled it like a carrot so I’d go to college and I fell for it.
“Wow, what a dick.” I glanced down as she pulled her lips in tight and then covered her mouth. “I’m sorry, I-”
“No, you’re absolutely right, he was a dick. My car was stolen about a month later, and I hoped he’d give it to me, but he didn’t. He even accused me of having my car stolen on purpose.” I stared at the hunk of metal and wished I’d had a better relationship with my father.
“So, let’s do it now. Take me for a drive. This thing’s been sitting up too long, and he’s not going to do shit about it.” She had a wild, rebellious gleam in her eyes that sent my pulse racing.
“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, young lady. I like it. But, there might be one thing wrong with your plan: I doubt it will even start.”
“So, let’s try it. Where are the keys?” She glanced around the shop, and I went over to the wall and opened up the key safe.
I walked around the car and opened the door and slowly slid into the driver’s seat. Lexa got in beside me and shut her door with more confidence that we were going somewhere than I had. I put the key in and turned it holding my breath.
After a bit of struggle that had my mood sinking, the engine roared to life, and Lexa cheered. I pushed the remote for the garage, and when I was certain I could clear the door, I squealed the tires as I headed out toward the open and ready side gate. Lexa smiled and rested her hand on mine atop the gear shift.
We didn’t even speak most of the drive, but there were no words needed between us. I pulled back into the garage a half hour later and killed the engine.
“That was fun. I’m glad it started for you.”
I shook my head and reached over and took her hand. “I’m glad it started for us.”
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p; She gave me a lingering look and then shifted in her seat to kiss me. Her soft lips were so tender against my rough ones, and I wondered what it would be like to kiss her without my beard.
“What other fantasies have you had about this car?” Her hand landed on my thigh, and she stroked it, inching closer to my cock which had been hard since the engine started.
“Oh, I had many. I used to have this poster of one with a gorgeous brunette spread out on the hood in nothing but a bikini.” I closed my eyes and whistled. “She was gorgeous, and boy, the things I did to her in my mind.”
“I bet I know what she’d have done to you.”
Her fingers found my zipper and tugged it down as her other hand worked my button until it sprang open. I held my breath as she reached for my cock and wrapped her slim fingers around it, pulling it free. I leaned back as she bent forward and took me into her warm mouth. I pulled back the hair spilling into my lap so I could see her big hazel eyes staring up at me.
She was working it so good, too, tight-lipping my rim and pumping my shaft. I moaned as I felt myself leak, coating her tongue. She nursed my head, licking and slurping greedily for more. I pulled her up, and she smiled. “I was just getting into it.”
“Yeah, well, I had to slow things down. There’s still more fantasy I want fulfilled, and I wouldn’t want to spoil it by finishing too soon.” Not many women had tested my stamina the way Lexa had at that moment, but she’d taken me by surprise.
She licked her lips and then threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. “What else do you have in mind?”
“Hop out, and I’ll show you.” I got out of the car and walked to the front of the car where she met me and stopped. I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. As I kissed her, I worked down her jeans, and she kicked them off with her shoes until she was standing in nothing but her shirt and panties. I pulled her shirttail up, and she lifted her arms over her head, revealing a matching red lace bra and panties set that had my cock at full attention.
I drew her in close to keep her warm when she rubbed her arms, but she stepped away and climbed up on my father’s car. “Is this what your Shelby dream girl looked like?” She leaned back on her hands and brought her legs up, keeping them spread wide.
“You’re sexier than she was.” I wasn’t just saying it. Lexa had a body that was wasted on those scrubs she wore to work: petite, but still curvy in all the right places. My pulse raced, and all my dirty thoughts, all the things I’d dreamt of doing to the model, I wanted with Lexa.
She looked up at me with her big eyes and smiled. “So, are you going show me all the things you wanted to do with her?” Her rebellious gleam had returned, and my cock was twitching to oblige.