Chapter 12
Trevor Hamilton ran a used car lot.
He was more honest than most used car dealers, although he wore loud plaid sports jackets to fit the image. Today had been a slow day and he had made no sales. He was sitting in his office, his feet on the desk, when a spectacular piece of ass walked in.
She was tall and curvy, with raven-dark hair, flashing green eyes and legs that didn't stop. Wearing a jade-green dress that clung to her body like a second skin, she was quite a sight. His feet came down from the top of his desk and his cock lurched up in his pants.
"Can I help you, Miss?" he asked.
"I'm looking for a stick shift," she said.
"Errrrr - a sports car? A pickup truck? A van? I've got lots of stick shifts, but-"
She gestured as if he were dense.
"Oh, I don't care what sort of vehicle it's in," she explained. "I just want the shift."
Bewildered - and slightly embarrassed by the massive lump in the front of his pleated pants - he took her out of the office and onto the lot.
He showed her a car, then a van. She looked in each, but wasn't impressed.
"Something faster?" he asked.
"Something longer," she replied.
He led her to a sports car. The shift lever stuck up from the console quite high, and the handgrip at the top was a large, firm rubber knob.
Her eyes lighted when she saw it.
"May I try it out?" she asked.
"Sure," he said, handing her the keys.
She put them in the ignition and started the engine. But then she knelt on the seat, bewildering Trevor.
With the motor ticking over, the shifting lever was vibrating a bit. The car probably needed a tune up, Trevor calculated.
Keen to make a sale on this slow day, he was about to offer to change the plugs and points.
But that wasn't what this lovely and lascivious lady had in mind, at all. The rougher the engine was running, the more it suited her purposes.
She gave him a strange look.
"Well? Are you going to watch, for crissake?" she asked, as he gawked at her, more confused than ever.
"Well - you can take it out on a trial run but - jeez, I mean, you ain't behind the wheel. You're kneeling on the seat. Have you got a driver's license, lady?"
"I don't drive," she snapped.
Trevor scratched his head, dumbfounded.
"Oh, well, watch if you must," she sighed, as if resigned to his attentions.
And then, to Trevor's amazement, she shifted across and knelt astride the console. The vibrating shift lever was humming between her knees.
And she pulled her dress up above her hips.
She wasn't wearing any panties. Trevor gulped. Her bushy black muff was bisected by one of the creamiest pink splits he had ever seen.
Then, disregarding his gaping presence, the customer began to lower her cunt onto the lever.
The rubber handgrip sank in. Her cunt slurped and sucked as it swallowed the black knob. Her stern expression softened to one of pleasure.
Gently winding her hips and tossing her ass about, she sank on down and took all of the gear shift up into her cunt. Her pussy was plastered to the console.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed. "That's nice!"
She smiled at Trevor, no longer annoyed at him for hanging around, pleased that he had showed her such a lovely stick shift. It was just the right size and shape for this remarkable lady to change gears in her groin.
She squatted down on the full penetration, her cunt right down on the gearbox. She reached out and turned the car radio on, twisting the knob as she searched across the dial for some romantic mood music.
Then she moved one leg out and used her arched foot to rev up the engine, making the shift stick shudder and vibrate faster in her fuckhole.
She purred at the sensation, but then her lovely brow furrowed in a delicate frown. It wasn't comfortable to ride the gear shift and keep a foot on the accelerator at the same time. She glanced at Trevor.
"Want some help, lady?" he croaked.
"Would you, please?" she politely replied.
Trevor got down on the floor of the car and began to move the gas pedal with his hand. His head was level with the woman's groin, and he turned his face towards that juicy cunt. Her bushy, raven-dark pussy was split on the stick shift. She drew her leg back to kneel again. Cunt-juice was dribbling over the carpeted console, and the fiery fragrance of her steaming pussy was wafting into Trevor's face.
The whole scene was unreal and dreamlike, with the soft mood music playing and the lady's sensual sighs steadily punctuating the sound.
She began to ride up and down, fucking herself on the stick with a slow, steady tempo.
Cunt-cream flooded down the lever and her pussylips pulled open as she rose up. When she dropped down, the stick shift vanished again.
She reached down past her hairy vee and twisted her stiff clit just as she had the dial on the radio. Her sighs and moans subtly shifted tone as she changed the carnal channel by dialing her clit.
Trevor pushed the gas pedal down, making the lever shudder in her cunt, then released the pressure and let the vibrations lessen for a moment.
His head was being drawn inexorably toward her tasty-looking cunt, eyes glued to her pussy, nostrils flaring as he inhaled her aroma.
He felt like a co-pilot in some randy rally, a navigator on her cum quest, the mechanic that was keeping the car in tune.
Her swollen clit was awfully inviting as it slid up and down on the metal shaft and flared against the bulge of the firm rubber handgrip.
Her cunt was spilling out spicy syrup and tantalizing fragrance. The flow and the scent were getting sexier as she shifted herself towards a climax.
"Want me to fine tune your cunt, lady?" he gasped. "Looks like you could use a lube job!"
Her smile was bewitching.
"Oh, yes, please," she purred.
Trevor's head jumped into her groin, eager as a grease monkey in the lube pit. He sucked her clit in and began to twist it in his lips, dialing her desire, changing the pitch of her erotic engine, tuning that cunt motor.
"Ahhhhhh!" she whimpered, riding faster.
As her cunt slid up and down on the stick, Trevor's head bobbed up and down with her, keeping her clit in his mouth, sucking as it swelled explosively.
Her cunt-juice was pouring out so hot and thick it was like transmission fluid. He revved the motor up and she shuddered spasmodically. She jerked savagely as she kept pace with her sports-car lover.
She was fucking herself so vigorously now that he thought her loins might seize up. He half expected to see smoke pouring from her cunt. Then she was at the peak, the checkered flag of fulfillment waving.
She held at the crest, thighs rippling as he drove her up and down, her cries of bliss drowning out the soft mood music of the radio.
Trevor sucked up her cunt-cum hungrily.
Then she slowed down, gradually shifting into neutral and gliding to a halt.
Trevor gave her clit a last slurp and looked up at her smiling face.
"Thank you," she said.
Then she pulled her sodden pussy off the gear shift and smoothed her dress down. Her contented smile faded away and she was all prim and proper again.
"I'll take it," she told him.
It took him a moment to realize what she meant-that he had made a sale. He blinked at her. All business-like now, she got out of the car.
The stick shift was all creamy and the console was coated with cunt-cum. Since the goo had to be mopped up, anyhow - because Trevor never sold a dirty used car - he began to run his mouth up and down on the rod, sucked the knob clean and lapped the seepage up from the console.
Trevor had a really raging erection by this time, his cock racing faster than the car motor. He switched off the ignition and the radio and got out of the car. She was just going into his office.
He followed, hoping that she might let him fuck her on top of his desk.
But when he went in, she was seated at that desk, writing out a check. She handed it to him.
"My address is on it," she said. "You'll have to deliver the car, of course-"
He looked bemused.
"Since I don't drive," she explained.
And so it was that Trevor had made his first sale of the day-and his last, as well. There was no way that he could sit in his office, waiting for customers, with such a hard-on thundering in his pants.
Not when he had a sexy wife with an ever-ready fuckhole waiting at home.
He closed up the car lot and drove home, his cock pounding violently in his lap. He almost hit a fire hydrant and two lamp posts on the way - and his prick felt as big and as hard as either of those objects, and as full as the hydrant, to boot. But the near-misses didn't make him slow down because his pisshole was leaking into his trousers and he wanted to get his cock sunk into Jessica before he creamed his pants.
He left the car in the driveway and hurried into the house, holding his plaid jacket before his loins to hide his prick in case the kids were around.
There was no one downstairs.
He hoped that maybe Jessica was in bed, naked. That would simplify and expedite his quest. He rushed on up the stairs and into the master bedroom.
Finding the bed empty, he groaned.
He stood there, gnashing his teeth and rolling his eyes. He couldn't decide if he should jerk off on the spot, or try to control his need in hopes that his lovely wife would soon return.
Then it dawned on him that she might be by the pool.
He went over to the window. It was the same window from which Jessica had looked out, earlier.
And Trevor got an even bigger thrill.