She un-buttoned my shorts and slid them down, then she began to stroke my dick. Once it was nice and hard she stuck it in her mouth and began to suck it. She bobbed her head up and down, sucked, and swirled her tongue around my head. It felt so good, there is no way to describe it. She moved her head up and down faster, and licked my shaft. I shut my eyes and gasped in pleasure. She began to deep throat my cock, and I just went even further in too comatose, it just felt that good. I grunted, and shot my load in to her throat. I watched her swallow my cum and smile.
“You like that, didn’t you?” I said
She nodded excitedly “are you gunna fuck me now?” she asked
“You bet babe” I said. “But first lets take care of this shirt”
She was straddling my waist with her legs. I could feel her warm pussy up against my belly button. I slid her purple polo shirt over her head and threw it in the front seat. Her bra and her jewelry were all that were left on her. I reached behind her and undid her bra. Her wonderfully perky c cups breasts hardly if at all fell with gravity. I helped her slide slowly on to my shaft. She let out a soft gasp as she got on fully. She put hand on the seat on either side of my chest. To balance herself, and she slowly began to ride my shaft like a cowgirl. This was a great position; I had a perfect view of her face and her breasts, and her beautiful hair cascading over her shoulders. She picked up the pace and her breasts were bouncing in rhythm. She varied her pace, speeding up to increase the amazing feelings, and slowing down to prolong the experience. Becky was riding me pretty hard. Her breasts bounced in rhythm with her gyrations, and she was close to orgasm. She came with massive pleasure, she collapsed on me. Her breathing increased and I could feel her body shaking. She recovered and then said:
“Lets try something” she said
“what?” I asked
She thought for a second. “what are our chances of being interrupted?”
“almost none” I said
“I’m willing to take those odds if you are”
“sure” I said
“Put your shoes on and get outside” she said, sliding her sneakers on.
I did the same and followed her outside
She bent over the hood of the car.
“will your belly ring scratch the hood?” I whispered in her ear.
“Your right” she said, flipping over on her back.
I ran my finger over her belly button, and parted her legs. I inserted my penis in her pussy. I began to fuck her. I penetrated her, and thrust in and out of her at a good pace. Becky was moaning and gasping with pleasure. She screamed in orgasm once again, and I shot my load deep inside her sweet love box. She let out a loud “gahhhh” as I did this. After she recovered for a few seconds, she got up and did a sexy strut towards the middle of the car, she leaned up against the car, facing towards it like she was looking in, put her arms up against the top of the car, stuck her firm but in the air and spread her legs to let the cum drip out of her pussy. Oh my god I almost came again so many sexy things combined in to one, her butt, her hair, the cum leaking out of her pussy, the car… there is nothing hotter than an American woman leaning, naked, on an American muscle car, you cant beat it. This image will be in my brain until I die.
I stood and admired her a little bit, then walked up to her, and leaned against the car, back to the car and looked at her.
“You know, if I were to have one naked picture of you…” I started
she cut me off “we’ll see about that” she said.
“You know how sexy you look?” I asked
“I can tell” she said, looking at my stiff penis.
Becky always has always had this weird thing against nude pictures, and I not only respected her decision, bit I have to say I cant blame her, in this world of computer hackers and whatever… so I was really surprised when she said “well see” because mainly I was only joking, but also because she was considering it. I knew I would do what ever she asked to make sure the photos were safe if we ended up taking them, I did not want to mess this up over a picture.
We got dressed again, and took the short trip home, no cops for us. We got home, and it was five thirty.
“You want to try a new restaurant?” I asked.
“I think you already know the answer to that” she said.
We both laughed some.
“How fancy do I need to dress up?” she asked
“Very”
She raised her eyebrows “Really?”
I nodded
We ran through the shower together, and then got dressed.
Becky had on a black dress. The bottom was almost like a pencil skirt, and the top was a tight shiny black material. She had a matching jacket thing to go with it. She put on silver earrings with medium blue stone inlays. She did a little bit of makeup, and a little more complex necklace then the one she normally wore. She put on an anklet, and some black heels. I put on Black dress pants, and a blue dress shirt. I matched the blue dress shirt with a black tie and sport jacket. I put on dress shoes and grabbed one of my pairs of sunglasses, I believe a pair of mirrored Jubilo Druus sunglasses. Becky was in the bathroom straightening her hair. She finished and saw my sunglasses and decided to grab her pair, however unlike me, she has only one pair, a pair of Ray Ban aviator’s, they had the gold colored frame and dark brown lenses, and they made her look amazing. On the way out I grabbed my watch off the counter and we got in to the car.
The place we were going to was called Magnia Qui, and was apparently good. They served Italian and (We think) Mediterranean food as well, and were located on north street, near third street in Harrisburg. I had actually made reservations on the phone while we drove back from the dealership.
“I feel like a bond girl” Becky said.
“You look like one, you look amazing” I said.
“Thanks, you look really great too” she said, holding my hand.
“Babe, I gotta shift” I said.
“Oh, sorry” she giggled
I passed a slow moving car, shifting out of third to fourth.
We pulled on to north street, and parked outside the restaurant. We walked in
We were seated, and ordered drinks and dinner. The waitress walked away.
“what did your mom call about when we were at the dealership” I asked.
“Oh, that’s right I forgot to tell you” she said. “They have not found a house yet, so they are staying a few extra days”
“when are they coming back?”
“I have no idea, I don’t think they know either.”
“cool, that gives us some time to catch up on the stuff we were supposed to do before Sarah interrupted” I said jokingly. (lol, we know “Rick” and “Sarah” read these, shout out to you guys.)
Our dinner came out rather quickly.
“What is left that we have to do before your parents get back?” I said.
“Mainly office work, we have to go through resumes for a new team leader, we have to have a mechanic come and look at a few vehicles, and some other management stuff. The only thing we have to do is set up all the Christmas tree sale stuff.”
“why so early?”
“Its supposed to snow in a week”
“Oh, are we getting the snow equipment set up”
“Only if we have time” she said.
“We could see if employees are available” I said.
“Like salary workers? Or per hour workers?”
“Salary Workers” I said.
At the time the farm hired two types of workers: salary workers and per hour workers. Salary workers are set to work a certain amount of hours per year, and get paid if they work over time. They usually supervise the per hour workers or run things. Per hour workers can work for a week, or however long they like. The longer they stay the more they make an hour. They only usually are in town for a few weeks, then leave to find work somewhere else. A lot of them are from the Spanish community. Becky and I are 21 when we are writing these, and both of us speak decent Spanish, just from working here. The salary workers had to work 1500 hours a year, and that is not bad considering a person with a daily 9-5, with a week of sick days, holidays, and two weeks vacation works around 1000 more. We set specific days that all the salary people have to work, and then they worked to schedule the other days they would work. Because we were a tree farm, and mainly we sold Christmas trees, our year rotations started October 25th, so we could ship our mass quantities of trees to stores in the few surrounding states, including new york, ohio, west Virginia, and new jersey. People find it hard to believe that their “fresh cut tree” they buy from a big box home improvement center, were actually cut a month or two ago. It was now October 22nd, so the cycle was due to start over again soon. We all worked all day from Monday-Saturday from the start of the cycle until January 15th, then most stopped working until late march or early April. Then things were planted, and everyone was for the most part off until the start of the season.
However back to dinner…
“I bet you we can find one of the salary people to do some work for us” Becky said.
“keep in mind we only have 5 salary-men, not 6 like we normally do”
she nodded
“Did your parents say we could hire a sixth?”
“No, but I could call and ask, it is basically our farm on the 25th. My parents will just be here until January to supervise and sign the checks.”
We were both finished with our meal, we skipped dessert and paid the tab, then walked out the car.
“You want to drive?” I asked, tossing her the keys.
She caught them and got in the drivers seat. She kicked off her heels and threw them in the back seat, then started the engine. She checked her mirrors, they were clear, she shifted into first and let off the clutch and on the gas some. We pulled out, a little rapidly, but she was not used to driving it. We powered down north street and back towards home.
A while later we stopped at a stoplight.
“This thing is really powerful” she said.
“Babe, it’s a V8” I said.
“Defiantly faster than my ‘stang” she said, shifting in to first and driving across the intersection.
When we pulled up our driveway it was only 7:45. I told Becky to stop at her parent’s house, and let me run in to grab the resumes from the office upstairs that we were temporarily sharing. Becky’s parents each used to have their own office, but they moved in together so we could have an office to share. I ran back down with the papers and got back in the car. We drove the 100 feet to our house and parked. We walked in to the house, and Becky walked upstairs to get changed in to something comfortable, she took the papers with her. I stayed downstairs and made us each a double shot espresso. I brought up the coffee, and put them on the nightstand, and then stripped to my undershirt and boxers, then joined Becky on the bed and grabbed the other espresso.
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