I love large old American cars. Yeah, sure, they’re gas guzzlers. But on the flip side, they’re dirt cheap, easy to repair, extremely spacious and comfortable like no other ride. And they are heavy, I mean really heavy, which is a plus when you live in snowy New Hampshire.
Years ago my wife and I opened a ski shop in a small town near a resort in the White Mountains. I built our home on a twenty-acre lot located at the end of a dirt road half an hour outside of town. Do you know the saying when it comes to real estate: location, location, location? Well, that also means you can get land for a song when it’s located in the middle of nowhere. And that’s all we could afford back then.
No one will ever get rich running a mom and pop ski shop, I can tell you that much. But it has its benefits. For one thing, you can go fishing pretty much any day you wish in the off-season, and that’s what I’ve been doing for years. Fly fishing is my thing, and to me, nothing tastes as good as river trout.
One morning, after packing a few essentials, I sat behind the wheel of my latest clunker and headed to one of my favorite spots. A few hundred yards past our only neighbor’s house halfway down the dirt road I drove by a hitchhiker. You should have seen her: thin, long-legged blond beauty wearing a white sleeveless blouse and a pair of denim shorts with just enough crotch material to floss. “Oh god, trouble!” was the first thought that came to mind as I drove past her.
But then I heard myself exclaim “No way!” as I slammed on the brakes.
Once the dust settled I lowered the passenger window as I admired the content of my rear view mirror. When she reached my car, she leaned in with a big smile, unintentionally giving me a generous view of her braless cleavage.
“Hi, Mr. Wilkens!”
“Emily, is that you?”
She blushed and asked if I could give her a ride into town. I told her to toss her suitcase on the back seat and get in while my conscience was screaming “NO!”.
Emily was our neighbor’s only child. She was a year older than our youngest son. My wife had homeschooled her along with our two kids until she reached junior high. She was the sweetest kid I had ever met, always polite and playful. I hadn’t seen her in years and, oh my god, had she ever changed!
When she stepped into the car her long elegantly toned legs immediately caught my attention. They were simply to die for. When she reached out to close the car door her blouse raised to reveal her petite waist and two perfect little dimples on her lower back. I’m a sucker for those, and let me tell you something: any guy of any age you know who says Venusian dimples are not a total turn on is either lying, blind or batting for the other team. I don’t know if it was her hair, body spray or perfume, but as she sat next to me I was delightfully intoxicated by the sweet yet subtle scent that filled the car.
As we drove off our conversation immediately went to sharing what we both had been up to for the past six years or so. I learned that she had finished high school a year ago, and had taken a sabbatical to reflect on what she wanted to do next. In a nutshell, she decided against going to college for financial reasons, which is a shame if you ask me as she was as bright as a button. She was now heading to California to begin a career as a model or actress. Something told me that was not a bad idea after all.
As we spoke I couldn’t help from being distracted by the beautiful bounce of her breasts each time we hit a pothole. Occasionally the light from the morning sun would peak through the trees bordering the dirt road, rendering her top translucent and giving me the finest of views to the most gorgeous uptilted restless puppies I had ever seen. Her nipples were erect from the rubbing with the material and poking through her shirt. She was unbelievably hot: so young, so delicate, so beautiful. It stirred something in me.
A few minutes before we hit the main road, she leaned towards the console and reached for the radio as she asked if she could turn it on. Her sleeveless shirt hung loose, giving me an eyeful. Her breasts where literally snow white, which was in sharp contrast with the rest of her body. They were spectacular: firm globes, just large enough to fill a hand and with strawberry shaped nipples that looked like they were begging to be pinched. I must have lingered a fraction of a second too long (who am I kidding; I nearly drove off the road!), as when I looked up to her eyes she was staring right at me.
“Like what you see, Mr. Wilkins?”
I went silent for what seemed like an eternity and then stammered something along the lines of:
“Ah, hmmm, well, look, I’m sorry ... I didn’t mean to stare ... it’s just that ... well ...”
The longer I spoke, the faster I was crashing. The only thing missing was the sound of a burning spitfire uncontrollably falling from the sky. Fuck was I ever busted. Meanwhile, mini-me down there had a completely different perspective on things. He had opened the floodgates and was gorging on blood at a pretty rapid pace.
That’s when her lips slowly turned into an unnerving mischievous smile. She spun slightly towards me, flipped her head back while raising both hands to tuck her long blonde hair into a ponytail, which she tied with an elastic band retrieved from her wrist. The movement thrust up her perky breasts, and her top raised to flash the most perfect flat tummy I had ever seen. Her skin was tanned to an amazing copper tone which combined with her rousing scent made my head turn. I could see the outline of her areolas through the stretched fabric, and her erect nipples looked like they were about to rip right through the material. I was enthralled to the point of being barely aware that my eyes were literally feasting on this delightful sight. She slowly brought her hands from behind her head and softly brushed her nipples on the way down.
Emily then unbuckled her seatbelt, turned to face me and set her left leg onto the seat between us. I helplessly lowered my eyes to catch a view I will remember until my very last breath. The crotch of her denim shorts was no wider than the seam and was buried between the most mesmerizing lips imaginable. Her bald pussy was perfectly smooth and the pinkish hue of her plump labia was nothing short of an invitation to play. My jaw must have dropped at the sight of her gorgeously bare camel toe, and to be honest I just wanted to bury my face between her legs and lick her silly. When I looked up she stared right down at my crotch, raised her eyebrows in appreciation and said:
“There’s no point lying Mr. Wilkins, we both know Polly wants a cracker.”
I was hard. It was showing. And I knew it.
I slowly pulled over and stopped the car. I then gathered every ounce of will left in me, unbuckled my seatbelt, got out of the car and walked over to her side.
“OK, Emily, that’s it. I have no idea what kind of game you think you’re playing, but this has to stop. You’re getting out of the car, and I’ll be on my way.”
I was pissed ... or at least I thought I was. When I got to her side of the car, I first opened the back door and yanked her suitcase out. I then turned to the front door.
Emily still had her back to the door. When I opened it, she slowly leaned back lying on the seat with her head sticking out the doorframe. She had taken off her sandals and shorts and had unbuttoned her shirt. The view was spectacular: she was lying there with her head back, unscrupulously putting herself on display. And she was hot. Her firm globes were topped with the most inviting puffy nipples I had ever seen. Her body was perfectly toned and her bald pussy looked soft and warm. She began caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples.
“Now tell me you don’t want to play with this, Mr. Wilkins.”
I just stood there, unable to say a word. I just couldn’t get my eyes off her.
“I know you want this. Now tell me you don’t want to feel my lips around your cock.”
She then reached for my trousers while licking her lips. That’s when my brain completely shut down.
“Is that what you want? It turns you on to drive me nuts, doesn’t it!”
She didn’t say anything. Before I knew it my pants were down to my ankles and Emily, oh! sweet little hot fucking Emily, grabbed my dick with one hand and started massaging my balls with the other. She rapidly jerked my cock a few times and released it, letting it bob near her lips. That sent a jolt throughout my body. She repeated this a few more times, increasing the pleasure to the point of almost losing control. Just when I thought I could not take another jolt without cumming all over her face, she gently took the tip of my cock into her mouth and slowly started licking and sucking.
“Oh, fuck this is wrong! What are you doing to me, Emily?”
She removed my dick from her mouth with a popping sound, looked up at me with a wry smile and said:
“I could stop, but wouldn’t you prefer to simply fuck my throat, Mr. Wilkins?”
I didn’t say anything. I just exhaled while releasing a deep grunt as I grabbed her head with both hands and slowly pushed my rod deep inside her. When I reached the back of her mouth I felt some resistance. I pushed to force the opening, and when it gave I rapidly slid balls-deep into her throat as I watched it expand. That was an amazing feeling and most of all a magnificently erotic sight.
I then slowly slid out and looked into her eyes as she gasped for air. She looked up at me, reached for her pussy and started rubbing her clit.
“I love feeling you inside me. Go ahead, fuck my throat! Fuck it hard! Cum deep inside me!”
From that point on, all sense of guilt was erased from my mind. I lustfully started fucking her throat with complete abandon. I just rammed my cock into her while listening to the sloshing sounds emanating from her mouth and watching her play with her clitoris. She occasionally had to push me out with both hands to breathe, but would immediately pull me back in to continue our fevered union. Each time I thrust in and out of her I could see the outline of my cock in her throat. It was hot beyond anything I had ever seen. It didn’t take long before I felt my balls tighten and the rush of an orgasm begin to build. She clearly sensed it.