It was very hot, and the sun was blazing down when we arrived at the race track. The clock read two minutes after ten, and we began sweating as soon as we stepped out of the car. After applying liberal amounts of sunscreen, and failing to convince her to wear her hat (she hates hats), we grabbed a few bottles of water and made our way to the grandstands, taking a seat along the top bench close to the starting line.
I love drag racing. I used to participate in my youth, having a ton of fun and mild success, but when a house and kids came along, that part of my hobby was pushed aside. It is expensive and time-consuming, using up most weekends during the summer season, and at the time, family came first. I returned to watching when my kids were grown, taking them to the local track to experience it last summer, and my wife had been away at the time. When the season rolled around this summer, I realized she had never been, so decided to take her for the experience.
The "test & tune" was running first, with the drivers making passes to ensure the car set-up was good and establish some base times and speeds. She found it interesting watching the cars run in the 10 - 12 second range down the 1/4 mile, and when the under-10-second cars lined up, we moved down to the lower row, right at the line. Burn-outs and very loud cars were on the agenda, and I warned her about having her ears covered for a few of them. She was used to the street cars I drive, but these are far more powerful and loud.
The first two lined up and idled to the burn-out pit, then lit up the tires. Smoke filled the air, and the engines roared, causing her to jump and grip my knee tightly. The smell of burning rubber and fuel, combined with the noise and impact of the raw power, thrilled her, and she became very excited. Car after car, she would jump, clap her hands, and let out excited curse words.
When the ground-pounders and dragsters pulled up, she wanted to go to the fence and watch. We stood at the fence, and I warned her of how loud and overwhelming these beasts were going to be.
"Bring it on!" was her reply.
She held on to my arm and squeezed it tight, jumping back when the deafening roar and huge clouds of smoke appeared.
"Holy fuck!" she yelled. "That's fucking awesome!"
I was a little surprised, mainly because she seldom curses. She leaned against me, squeezing my hand and pressing it to her groin when they lined up at the tree and staged. When the lights went green, the beasts came to life with a deafening cacophony of BRAAAAAAP, and the shockwaves hit us. She jumped again and jammed my hand into her pussy hard, stunned with her eyes wide and her mouth agape as they disappeared down the track in under 7 seconds. She turned and faced me, the look of surprise and shock turning into a bright smile and fiery eyes.
"Oh my god! I love it!" she yelled, not realizing she was grinding my hand into her pussy.
"I see that," I replied, looking down at my hand.
Her eyes dropped, and she blushed, moving my hand away for only a few seconds before pushing it back. I fished earplugs from my pocket and gave a pair to her, then put in my own while the next cars pulled into the lanes. Each pass was smoke and noise, our nostrils burning and our ears ringing, and she had my hand jammed between her legs the entire time. I rubbed one knuckle up and down, feeling the wetness through her shorts, and she leaned her shoulder against me when she climaxed. Her face turned to mine, her skin flushed and her eyes burning with lust, and she gave me an evil grin.
"Let's go the car," she demanded, pulling me away from the fence.
We reached the car, and when I unlocked it, she jumped into the back seat and pulled me in behind her.
"I am so fucking horny right now!" she growled, yanking her shorts off.
I undid mine and slid them down, sitting back just as she turned to face me and climbed into my lap. Her hand grabbed my cock and guided me to her opening, then she quickly took me inside and began humping up and down. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly while she rode my pole, grunting and moaning while I squeezed her tits and thrust my hips up to meet her, and she came in moments. The clench triggered my orgasm, and I erupted, pumping her full of cum while she writhed and groaned, and she collapsed against my chest in a panting heap.
"Obviously, you find this rather exciting," I chuckled, pushing her hair away from her eyes.
"Yes," she giggled shyly.
After taking a few minutes to rest and clean up a bit, we went to the washroom and returned to the grandstands. More cars ran down the track, and just before the lunch break, a bright blue Dodge Dart pulled up and lit up the tires.
"This guy does wheelies all the time," I told her. "You'll like this."
The light went green, and the front end lifted off of the ground, the crowd yelling and applauding when it took off down the track.
"That's so fucking cool!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"Yes, it's quite the machine," I agreed. "He is a very good driver, likes to show off for the crowd."
"Do you know him?"
"We have met. I can take you into the pits after if you want to check out the car and meet him."
"We can go by the cars?"
"Yeah, we have pit passes. Just have to go between races, and stay out of their way."
Two dragsters pulled up, one rear engine and one front, and I pointed to the rear-engine unit.
"That's a woman driving. She's really fast and very competitive."
"There's women driving these things? How fucking cool is that!"
I laughed, knowing that she has a lead foot and a few tickets to prove it.
"There are lots of women racers. You will see them in the pits. They work on the cars, too."
"How cool! We should have done that! Why didn't we?"
"Kids, a house, remember?" I laughed.
"Yeah, I know," she laughed back.
A short time later, the blue Dart was up again, and we went to the fence for a closer view. Once more, the front end lifted high, and the deafening roar filled the air as it took off, making her smile and jump excitedly. Once the remaining cars ran, lunch break was called, and I gestured to the pits.
"Come on, we will go look around."
We strolled through the pit area, the heat, and full sun taking its toll on everyone around. She found the cars exciting and interesting, and we managed to talk to the woman driving the dragster for a few minutes. My wife was wound up after talking with her, bubbling with excitement and enthusiasm, rambling on about how I should build a car and we should start racing.
When I spotted the blue Dart, I led her over to check it out. While she looked over the car, I searched for Jason, the driver, and found him in the trailer. We talked for a minute, and I told him my wife wanted to meet him. He came out to the car, and I introduced him to my wife, seeing the expression of interest in her face. Jason is a good-looking guy in his early forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a fit body. He works out a lot, and his black t-shirt clung to his muscular sweat-soaked torso, catching her eyes. I let them chat and noticed her flirting with him, touching his arm and his back as he showed her parts of the car, and knew she found him very appealing.
