Sex Drive

It was a blazing day in El Cajon when I pulled into the dirt road that served as the makeshift parking lot for the day’s classic car show. Fifteen miles east of San Diego, El Cajon didn’t benefit from the cool ocean breeze of its more temperate neighbor, and all that was left was a deep, penetrating heat. Beads of sweat began to trickle down my chest as soon as I stepped into the glaring sun.

I gently closed the door to my cherry-red1958 Impala hard-top and looked around the lot. Through the sepia-tone of my aviators I saw the usual gang of car show regulars. There was the grizzled old veterans, showing off the cars they spent their retirements restoring, and the gearheads who spent every last penny of their mechanic’s paychecks on salvaged parts for their vintage hot rods. And the girls. Oh the girls.

There was always a sizable group of models at these types of shows. Local nineteen and twenty year old talent willing to wiggle and flirt at a supplier’s booth for a hundred dollars and an undersized T-shirt. These girls have everything that a hot-blooded man could want, and they certainly let you know it. Tight terrycloth shorts stretched tautly over their asses, barely containing the round but firm curve underneath. Pert young tits straining to burst forth from inside their white cotton tops. A bearded biker leered with unconcealed lechery at a blonde in the Mopar booth, until his old-lady dragged him away by his graying ponytail.

Yeah, the girls were there and hot enough to make El Cajon in July seem downright chilly by comparison. I’d been around the circuit long enough to know that these girls looked even more beautiful in the backseat of your car with their lips wrapped around your cock. I scanned the booths and looked over a brunette with a big ass and a naïve smile. That’s when she walked by.

She wasn’t a booth girl, but you wouldn’t be able to tell by her body. She was tall, maybe six-foot, with long shapely legs rising up to meet a perfectly shaped ass under frayed denim cutoffs. I could see the top half of a tattoo – a butterfly? – on her right hip peeking above her low-rise shorts. Her stomach was toned and flat, and a light pink tank top stretched over a pair of what looked to be C-cup breasts, round and full. She was bra-less, and her shirt’s thin fabric revealed the faint outlines of her nipples.

She stopped and looked at my ride, then at me. Her eyes were a deep blue brought out by her tan skin and long, honey hair. “Nice car. I’ve always looked good in red.”

“I bet you look good in anything,” I said. Or nothing, I thought. Especially nothing. We chatted for a while about nothing in particular. The heat, the show, my car. The whole time she spoke she kept her thumb in her belt loop, peeling down her shorts just enough to reveal the rest of the butterfly tattoo and her well defined hipbone. She was a local girl, and she didn’t know much about cars. I generously offered to teach her about mine. I decided we should start with the interior.

I climbed in the driver’s side and she the passenger’s. The bench-style seats were trimmed in blue leather that stuck lightly to her the back of her smooth, bronzed thighs. It was hot inside, despite the heavily tinted windows, and a bead of sweat made its way down her chest until it disappeared into the majestic ravine between her breasts. She ran her hand over the dashboard, on to the steering wheel, and finally let her hand drop down to my thigh. I could feel myself getting hard.

Without a word, I leaned in and greedily threw my lips onto her collarbone, her sweat salty, stinging my tongue. She tilted her head back and I made my way up her slender neck until I settled just behind her ear. She grabbed my hair and moaned softly as I ran my hand up her bare legs until my fingers reached the fringe of her shorts. My mouth softly tugged at the bottom of her earlobe when I felt her grip tighten.

In an instant, I ducked my head down and began to kiss her inner thigh as she undid the button on her shorts. With a light tug I guided them down over her ass and off. I ran my tongue up closer toward her pussy and teasingly underneath the edge of her white thong. I tasted her again, this time the taste was sticky and sweet and I wanted more. I peeled down her thong to reveal her cleanly shaven snatch, pink and quivering from every touch of my hands, lips, and tongue.

She took off my shirt. Our bodies were glistening with sweat but I knew that it was more than sweat that gleamed in the pale, white triangle formerly covered by her panties. She let out a slight gasp as her moist flesh gave way to the two fingers I slid inside her. Her hands gripped my shoulders firmly as I flicked my tongue around her pussy’s lips. I felt her breath quicken and her twat tighten around my fingers as I worked my way toward the top of her pussy. I lathered my tongue over her clit while I worked my index and middle fingers in and out of her her slippery cunt. She arched her back and squealed in ecstasy. I could feel her even tighter around my hand as my tongue continued lapping furiously. Soon, she screamed a clipped, high-pitch scream and flailed her hips wildly, her soaked crotch rubbing against my face as she screechingly climaxed.

Her hair now matted from the car’s upholstery, she pulled my head from her muff and pushed me onto my back. She took off her tank top and revealed her breasts, even more full and firm than they looked under her shirt, with small pink areolas around her hardened nipples. She kissed me as she took off my jeans, first my neck, then my chest, and then finally my stomach as she pulled down my boxers. My dick, having gotten harder and harder while I buried my face in her hairless beaver, stood long and firm. Her eyes got wide, first with surprise at its size and then with an insatiable desire to feel it inside her.

I slid to her side of the seat and she straddled over me. Her still drenched pussy dripping onto my cock, she bit lightly on the side of my neck as her hair brushed against my chest. My throbbing rod slid easily inside her slit and she again arched her back in delight, thrusting her magnificent breasts into my face. I gripped her waist and she rocked back and forth on my pulsing dick as I sucked and bit her left nipple. She groaned, and I did too as I felt her gliding up and down every inch of my nine inch cock.

I grabbed a tuft of her hair and leaned her back so that I could fit myself deeper inside her. My eyes rolled slightly back as I felt her grinding harder on the underside of my manhood. She said nothing; she couldn’t; she was so deep in the throes of passion that all she could manage were intermittent squeaks of pleasure. I ran my hand down to her ass and slapped it once before feeling its muscular but soft flesh in my hand. Her tits bounced rhythmically on my face and shoulders. I too was rendered speechless by sheer erotic bliss, and the car was filled by a symphony of heavy, sharp breaths and throaty groans.

Her ass bounced up and down over my dick until I could feel my member twitching and straining under the pressure of the come that was about to erupt. Sensing this, she dismounted and knelt on the floorboard, taking me in her mouth. She first put her lips around the tip and then, taking smiling at her own sweet taste, pushed me deeper inside as her hand worked up my balls to the base of my shaft. Up and down she worked her mouth and tongue over my now shuddering cock. My hips strained and bucked as she sucked and licked until finally I could hold back no more.

I came, first in spurts and then in gushes, as she continued lightly working her lips down my rod. I was a machine gun, my dick spraying forth a torrent of milky cum that she swallowed as it ricocheted off the back of her throat. I reached back and moaned, satisfied as the last blasts issued forth. She worked one final time down almost to the base of my cock, as if she didn’t want to waste a single drop of my come. With a smile, she licked her lips and looked up at me, smiling as she brushed back a lock of hair from her forehead.

She wordlessly redressed and checked herself in the rear view mirror. I sat, naked and spent, in the driver’s seat once more. Satisfied with her reflection, she turned to me and gave me a half smile. “Next time you’re in El Cajon, we should do this again.”

“How will I…?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll find you.” And with that, she stepped out and disappeared into the southern California sun.