As I raked the leaves in my front yard, after eating way to much earlier in the day, I noticed Jamie, the college-aged girl from down the street, getting into her Mustang. The wife had left to go spend the afternoon, doing some early Black Friday shopping, with some of her friends, so I was left all alone at the house.
I waved as Jamie drove passed me. We had used Jamie as a baby-sitter for several years, but after our son aged-out of a need for a baby-sitter, we had lost our frequent contact with Jamie. I always knew that Jamie would be a head-turner, with her bright smile, bubbly personality and cheerleader-like body.
I raked the leaves into a pile.
A few minutes after passing me, Jamie pulled back up next to the curb and hollered out through the driver’s window, “Hey Mr. P!”
I smiled.
“Hi Jamie,” I replied. “How’s college?”
“Pretty cool,” she responded.
“How is Mrs. P?” Jamie asked.
“She’s fine,” I replied, “She is out shopping.”
The door cracked open on the Mustang and I watched as Jamie stepped out of the car, clad in cut-off shorts and a form-hugging “Babe” t-shirt.
“So where’s James?” Jamie asked. James was our 15-year old son.
“He’s with his friends at the park,” I replied, doing my best to avoid any prolonged stares that might be misinterpreted.
“Cool,” Jamie replied.
“What do you think of my ‘Stang?” Jamie pressed.
I stopped and cocked my head, looking at the white Mustang with the pink flow lines accentuating the outline.
“Pretty cool,” I replied.
“Do you want to go for a ride?” Jamie asked. “It’s super fast!”
I laughed.
“I bet so,” I replied.
“Come on Mr. P,” Jamie pressed. “Let’s go for a spin.”
Spin. Jamie could sit and spin on me for days and I wouldn’t complain.
I leaned the rake up against a tree and stepped over to the passenger side of the car as Jamie re-took her seat behind the steering wheel. She turned the key and I could feel the vibration of the hemi under the hood, in my bucket seat.
Jamie flipped her long blonde hair back over her shoulder, smiled and stepped on the gas. Joan Jett blared from the radio. I loved the way the younger kids gravitated to the some of the old hard rock music.
Jamie’s tanned and well-toned legs were a huge distraction. Her shorts were a wee bit on the extra small and tight side.
Jamie didn’t waste any time getting us out of the neighborhood. Within minutes, we were flying down a nearby county road. I glanced at the speedometer.
Eighty-five.
“You better hope there’s not a cop out here,” I said as the fence posts buzzed by us in a blur.
Jamie smiled.
“Hang on,” Jamie replied, stomping on the accelerator. The hemi roared.
One hundred five.
We were flying.
I glanced into the side-view mirror. Nothing but dust.
After a few moments, Jamie eased off the pedal and we slowed to a more respectable sixt five.
“I like it fast,” Jamie extolled.
“I bet you do,” I replied.
Jamie smiled. We slowed and stopped on the county blacktop. I looked out the passenger side window at a vast expanse of nothing but farmland.
“Your turn,” Jamie said, putting the car in “park” and opening the driver’s side door. I stepped out of the car and as I walked around the back of the car, Jamie and I met. I put my arms out to play-pretend like I was blocking her.
Jamie stopped and put her hands on her hips.
“You know that won’t work with me,” Jamie said.
“It just did,” I shot back. “You stopped.”
I dropped my arms. Jamie stepped in front of me.
“Mr. P,” Jamie replied, looking me straight in the eyes. “Would you like to fuck me?”
It was as though she could read my mind.
“Would you like me to?” I asked.
“Very much so,” Jamie replied, stepping forward and slipping her arms around my waist, flipping her hair to the side. “I know you want to.”
In an instant, I could feel Jamie’s hands groping the small erection I had going on.
“Oh wow!” Jamie extolled, feeling my cock through the fabric of my jeans, “I think someone here is having a party in his pants.”
I slipped my arms around Jamie’s waist and pulled her in closer to where I stood behind the Mustang. Out lips met in a soft touch. I opened my mouth to welcome her advances. Gawd! She had a wicked tongue.
I slipped my hands under Jamie’s t-shirt and on to her lower back, as she pressed herself against me. I felt for the snap of her bra and unfastened it. I pulled her form-fitting t-shirt over her head and sat it on the back lid of the ‘Stang, as she slipped her bra-straps down her arms.
“I have to know your name,” Jamie said.
“Scott,” I replied.
“Well Scott,” Jamie extolled, as she lowered her hand and the bra slipped from her 38dd’s, “Are you a breast man?”
Her nipples were perched perfectly on top of her globes, begging to be touched. I slipped my hands over her supple breasts and lightly squeezed each nipple between a thumb and my fingers, as she closed her eyes and lightly hummed her approval.
“I think they like that touch,” Jamie extolled.
The sky was a bright blue. I attempted to slide my hand into the back of her shorts, but I couldn’t. Jamie unsnapped the front snap and parted the zipper. I pushed down on her shorts and they fell to her ankles. She sported a pink thing and I could tell she was already excited. She stepped out of her shorts and hopped up on to the back lid of her Stang. I slipped between her parted legs and resumed my gentle massage of her bare breasts, while kissing her neck and shoulders. Jamie leaned back on the back deck of her car, placing her hands on the trunk lid.
“Eat me,” she pleaded.
I looped a finger into each side of her pink thong. She raised her ass just enough to allow me to slip her thong down her toned and tanned legs, exposing her shaved kitty to me. The sun glistened off the moisture that had already formed on the lips of her vagina. I slipped a lone finger into her slit. Jamie closed her eyes and smiled. I bent forward and kissed the inner part of her thighs. As I worked my way closet to her honey-pot, she grabbed my head in her hands and thrust me forward.
“Ear me!” she demanded.
I stuck out my tongue and licked the length of her womanhood. She tossed her head back and let out a deep moan.
“Gawd damn, that feels good!” Jamie exclaimed.
I repeated my tongue lap a couple of more times. I sucked on her labia, and she squeezed her legs together, almost suffocating me. Jamie pushed me back. She hopped of the back of the stand and pulled at my jeans. She dug for my cock, as I pushed my jeans down and wiggled my legs back and forth, my jeans falling to my ankles. I kicked at the heel of my penny loafers and managed to step of my jeans as Jamie pulled my underwear down, my nine-inch massive tool arching upwards. She immediately slipped her mouth over my cock, as she grabbed at my balls and massaged them.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I said, as she feverishly worked my cock in and out of her mouth.
“No!” Jamie exclaimed. “Cum inside of me!”
“I don’t have a rubber,” I replied.
“I’m on the pill,” Jamie replied.
Jamie stood facing the trunk of her car, and leaned forward across, spreading her legs in front of me.
I slipped my cock into her slit, from behind, pressing myself against her buttocks. She gripped the sides of her Stang, as I drilled my cock deep into her pussy. She was a tight fit, but loosened up very quickly as I slapped my pubic area up against her round ass. I leaned forward and slipped my hands around her, squeezing her breasts. I couldn’t hold back. I could feel my cum filling up her pussy.
“I can feel it,” she exclaimed. She reached behind herself and grabbed my side, digging her manicured fingertips into my bare skin. I grunted with each push and she let out an “ugh” sound. I could tell she was about explode as well. Suddenly, she did. I felt a huge gush of liquid coming out of her as she climaxed. Jamie collapsed forward on to the trunk lid of her car.
“Oh-my-gawd! Oh-my-gawd! oh-my-gawd!” she exclaimed in rapid fire succession. I pulled out, my last shot spurting on to her lower back. Jamie didn’t seem to care. I grabbed her t-shirt and wiped her clean. She turned and we stood facing each other, our bodies pressing against each other’s. We kissed, passionately and for the longest time.
I looked around. I couldn’t believe what had just transpired.
“Do you want to drive it?” Jamie asked.
“I think I just did,” I replied.
“No, silly,” Jamie responded, “I’m talking about the car.”
I laughed.
“Sure,” I replied, as I pulled on my underwear and my jeans.
Jamie pulled on her shorts, sans thong, which she wadded up into a ball and stuffed into a side pocket of her car. She refastened her bar and slipped back into her t-shirt, flipping her long blonde hair back over her shoulder. She took a seat in the passenger seat side of her car as I readjusted the seat behind the steering wheel.
“Are you ready?” I asked as I cranked the engine and stepped on the accelerator.
“Oh yeah,” she replied.
I pushed the accelerator to the floor and shifted through the gears, the tires squealing in three of the gears. I kept it to a respectable eighty-five. As we hummed along, I slipped my hand across the seat divider, palm up. Jamie placed her hand in mind. The wind pulled at her hair, sucking it out the passenger side window. Jamie opened a side pocket and pulled out some sunglasses.
Ray bans.
My Thanksgiving treat.
