Chapter 1
Hal Jeski smiled at the woman and nodded his head. Goddamn it, he thought, they're all alike. All she wants out of me is a little trip in the sheets. The fact that he gave good service at his gas station, kept her car running in tiptop shape, and had the best price schedule in town made no difference in the least.
Hal worked hard. He had ever since he bought the station from old Joe Wheeler. The customer is king, Joe told him, and he had done everything he could to make this his policy. Still, there were people like Mrs. Smitts, who had just pulled out of his black-topped lot. They were only interested in the fact that their husbands had started neglecting them because they had never done a blasted thing to keep their aging bodies in shape, and they hoped he would do more than service their cars. Hal had responded on occasion, but he had only done so when he was really interested in the woman herself. There had been a couple of times, though, he had to admit, when he actually performed sexually with business in mind. Everybody did that, though, he told himself. He could hold his breath and close his eyes if it meant being the regular mechanic on Mrs. Ben's Rolls Royce, or on Mrs. Terrist's Mercedes.
As long as Sandra never found out he was all right. Sandra, his wife of three years, was the jealous type. He found it best to keep his life at the service station and his life at home completely separate. There had been some evenings when he was hard put to perform adequately once he and Sandra were in bed, but he had managed.
Hal had always been built for action when it came to sex. Not only did he have tremendous stamina, he had the drive to go with it. Most of the time, from morning to night, he found one thing on his mind, raw sex. Maybe it was the fact that he walked around the station sporting half an erection that made his female customers respond the way they did. Some of the men responded as well, but Hal ignored their advances. He was not inclined that way, not in the least.
He reached down and cupped his denim encased genitals in his big, greasy hand. They felt nice and warm, tingling with life as usual. Hal was proud of the way he was endowed. Nine inches of thick penis flopped between his extravagantly muscled thighs, and it seemed ever larger when he was wearing his tight Levi's because his huge, bull size testicles pushed it forward into a delicious looking bulge. That bulge was just below window height when he serviced the cars that pulled in for gas, and there was not a woman in town, regardness of her age or marital status, who could keep her eyes away from it.
As his hand squeezed it gently, Hal's cock began to harden, stretching to its full, heavy erect size and making his loins itch for hot, close action.
"Hi," said a musical sounding voice. The woman had driven up to the pump while he was standing there playing with himself, and Hal had never noticed.
"Uh, hi, Candy. How you doing?" To make matters worse, it was his wife's best girl friend. "Can I help you?"
Candy Harris giggled. "Can I help you might be a better question. You look like you need some right about now." Her large hazel eyes were focused directly on Hal's burgeoning crotch.
Candy was bold. Hal had found that out when she came to dinner at their new house the week before. He asked Sandra if she wanted a housewarming, and she had told him later. First, she wanted to have her best friend over for dinner, to show off. It seems the two of them had a girlhood bet about which of them would be the first to live in a home of her own.
Candy had won. She married a man whom she met while she was away at school, and his parents had bought them a house as a wedding present. Hal remembered that Sandra sulked for days when she received the news.
Now, a little over a year later, Candy was home again and in the process of divorce. Rumor had it that one man was not enough for her. She had become bored with her young husband and started seeing other men, often not very particular who they were or where she picked them up.
Just as Candy was moving back to town, Hal and Sandra were getting settled in their new home. Sandra had nagged for it from the day they were married, always dissatisfied with their small, economical apartment. Now she had her house. It meant that Hal had to work longer hours to make the payments. It also meant that his attentions to other women, women with big cars, became more frequent.
Hal had not met Candy before the night she came to dinner. He was struck at once with her fresh, girlish beauty. Her brown hair brushed her shoulders, and her figure was softly curved. Her breasts, he noticed to his satisfaction, were large, larger than Sandra's without being oversized for her slim, lithe frame. Most of all, Hal was struck with how Candy looked at him with those immense hazel eyes of yers. There were tiny specks of gold and brown in them, and she used them to her best advantage.
"It's awfully nice to meet you, Hal," she said, extending her long, slim hand. "Sandra's told me so much about you." Her eyes slithered down his body to rest on his tightly packed crotch, just as they were resting now.
"Yeah, she's told me about you too." He felt a bit uncomfortable and his penis began to stir as though it had a mind of its own and was basking in the young woman's attention.
"Oh," Candy said, giggling. "I hope what she said was good." Her hand lingered in his, her eyes moving rapidly up and down his taut body. "Get Candy a glass of wine," Sandra said quickly.
"Yeah, sure. Red or white?" Hal turned away, trying to hide his rapidly expanding hardon from both women.
"Whatever your choice is," Candy answered gaily. She turned to Sandra as Hal left the room. "God has been good to you, baby. He's a real hunk," she said loudly enough for Hal to hear.
Later, Sandra left the living room, excusing herself to put dinner on the table. As soon as she was gone, Candy leaned toward him.
"I'm so thrilled to meet Sandra's husband. You're much more exciting than she let on in her letters."
"Thanks." Hal was uneasy again, intensely aware of the girl's sexually arousing presence.
"I guess she was afraid I'd come back and try to take you away if she told me how sexy you really were." She smiled at him and sipped her wine.
"Do you like our new house, Candy?" Hal asked, trying to change to safer subjects.
"Oh, yes. But I never knew this section of town existed."
"It's a new development. This all used to be woods."
"A lot of it still is," Candy said, draining her wine glass.
Hal poured her another from the carafe on the table. Her fingers brushed his as he took the glass. "That's why Sandra and I liked it," he said. "The woods made us feel like we were moving to the country."
"You could do a lot in those woods. Did you ever do it in the woods, Hal?" Her voice was direct, her manner casual with undertones of excitement.
"Yeah, well, sure, when I was a kid." He shifted on the couch, embarrassed.
"I love doing it in the woods, when I'm with the right man, that is." Again, her eyes traced up and down his body.
Hal found himself responding. This girl might be his wife's best friend, but she was coming on to him as though she thought he were fair game. What the hell, he decided, maybe he was.
Sandra called them to dinner, and, as they started for the dining room, Candy brushed against him, pushing her firm, pointed breast into his upper arm. Hal grunted in surprise and satisfaction. He could feel the heat of the woman's body through both their clothes.
Candy looked up at him and smiled. "Later," she whispered.
"You can fill my tank," Candy called out. She smiled at Hal out of the window of her sports car, her eyes still planted firmly on his fully expanded crotch.
"Sure," Hal said. He moved to the back of the car self-consciously, his hugely erect penis binding in his tight denim pants. Inserting the hose, he pumped the gas and then went around to the front to clean the windshield.
Candy leaned out of the window. "Got time to go for a ride with me?" she asked, voice purring.
"A ride? Where?"
"Oh, I thought we could explore those woods near your house. You know, we were talking about it the other night before dinner."
"Oh, those woods," Hal answered, his voice tight. He was very aware of where Candy's eyes were looking. His own gaze strayed to the deep cleavage visible through the vee of her half unbuttoned blouse. Her soft skinned breasts curved like full, fresh melons just waiting for a man's touch.
"I'm pretty busy," he said, not really meaning it. Candy was beautiful, and she was making herself so available to him it was hard to resist.
"Oh, come on, Hal. I haven't been out in the woods with a guy for years. My husband was such a stick in the mud. I promise you a good time, and nobody ever has to know, especially Sandra. You're safe with me."
He felt himself relenting. What difference did it make, anyway? Candy had as much to lose as he did. There was no way Sandra ever would find out. She had not found out about him and the women he serviced while he serviced their big, expensive cars. Why should this be any different?
"Sure," he said. "I can get away."
He walked over to where Jerry, the boy who worked for him, was installing a head gasket.
"Jerry, look after things. I'm gonna be away for a while."
Jerry looked over at the young woman in the car and grinned. Winking at Hal, he said, "I'll bet you are."
Hal felt his cheeks go red. "She's got a noise in her engine. I have to listen to it."
"Sure you do, boss. I told you about those two girls who had me out listening to their van the other day, didn't I? I get the picture. How much you want to bet her noise is the same one they had? Don't bother taking your tool kit. You got everything you need to service this call."
"Knock it off, kid. Just look after things and keep your mouth shut, okay?"
"Sure, Hal. You know I will." He grinned broadly at his boss and went back to work on the gasket.
"This looks like a good spot," Candy said, pulling her car to a stop beneath a huge, gnarled tree. "Let's go play in the woods." By now, Hal was more than ready. As they drove along, he kept his eyes on Candy's lithe, supple body. He watched her long, tapering legs and wondered how they would feel wrapped about his waist, her heels pounding against his back. The more he watched her, the more excited he became. His already erect penis ached for release. He could feel the semen building in his large, egg shaped balls. "You got a blanket or anything?" Hal asked.
"Sure. It's in the trunk. Here are the keys." She handed him the car keys, dropping them into his palm and giggling with excitement. She felt like a child doing something naughty. Candy had never been able to get over that sensation. From the time she began experimenting with sex she had always had the idea she was doing something terribly wicked whenever she was with a man. The only time the wickedness was not present was when she was with her husband. There was something about sleeping with the same person every night that took all the excitement out of it for her. It was situations like this one with Hal, her best friend's handsome husband, that aroused her to the full heights of lust. Even now, she could feel the drops of female moisture oozing out between her sensitive cunt lips. Her pussy was hot and ready for attention. She wondered what Hal liked to do with a woman. Well, she thought to herself, she would soon find out.
"Come on," Hal called, the blanket rolled up under his arm.
The two of them headed off into the woods, Candy leading the way. Hal kept his eyes on her small, softly rounded buttocks. They swayed slightly as the girl romped along, avoiding low hanging branches and moss covered rocks. His hands itched to cup those tender butt halves, feeling their cheeky fleshiness against his palms, squeezing them until Candy squealed with passion. It would not be long now.
Candy ducked under a branch that nearly brushed the ground and found herself in a tiny clearing. "Oh, Hal, look. It's perfect. Just like something out of a story."
Hal came to stand beside her. The clearing was indeed beautiful. Completely secluded, it was surrounded on all sides by dense growth; pines, bushes, long grasses, and a few wild flowers. No one would ever stumble upon them here. It was as if the place had been designed especially for what they had in mind.
Hal reached out and pulled Candy to him. Her body melded into his, her firm breasts crushing against his tightly muscled chest. He lifted her chin with his hand and lowered his lips to hers. The hotness of her mouth was tremendous. Hal kissed, moving his lips over Candy's, breathless with the way she responded.
She was an animal, her tongue shooting out to enter his mouth, pushing his lips apart to explore the smooth ridge of his straight, white teeth.
Answering her, Hal pushed his big, thick tongue into the woman's mouth, forcing it in far enough to tickle wildly at the hard roof of her mouth. Soft, sensuous sounds came from Candy's straining throat. She could hardly believe she was this aroused so quickly. There would be little time for foreplay, she was sure. She knew what she wanted, and she knew exactly where to find it.
With one hand, she reached between their tightly held bodies. Working her fingers downward, she touched Hal's rigid, throbbing erection. She pressed into its hardness with her fingertips, and Hal let out an excited grunt. His arms supporting Candy's back, he slowly lowered her trembling body to the ground. She lay pillowed in the long, soft grass, the blanket completely forgotten. She would have stains on the back of her skirt and blouse, and she did not care in the least.
Raising her arms, she pulled Hal down on top of her. His body pressed into hers, and she felt the aching hardness of his entrapped penis throbbing against her sensitive groin. Their lips met again, and they kissed frantically, the spittle passing between them. They squirmed against one another, insane with mutual need.
Candy's hands moved incessantly up and down Hal's back, exploring all the hard muscles, feeling the strength of his working man's body.
"Let's get naked," Hal growled, breaking their kiss.
They started to strip, totally unaware that their every move was being watched.
Doubtlessly at this point neither Candy or Hal would have cared even if they knew.