I had a couple of months off between my stint with the CCC Welcome to Paradise Glad I Could Help! The Mysterious Rose and my seasonal work with CDF (now Cal Fire). A friend of a friend’s mother lived in Roseville California, a little northeast of Sacramento. It was an old two-story farmhouse on about an acre of land, a garage, barn, and pasture. She traveled a lot for her job and offered me the spare bedroom while I was off. She had two kids, her son was 4 years older than me, and had moved to Fresno, and a daughter that was a couple of years younger than I, who was attending college in Sacramento.
It was Friday afternoon; A car pulled in the driveway. It was the car of my dreams. A Red, 1969 Chevy Chevelle SS, custom rims, four on the floor, three hundred and ninety-six cubic inch displacement of rumbling muscle! A figure was moving around inside that I could not make out due to the tinted windows. The engine shut down with the squeak of a belt. There was a short pause, then the door opened wide. A single bare leg, then two appeared in the gap below the driver’s door. The figure stood up shaking out her blond curls, wearing a cotton tee covering a bright orange bikini top, and blue gym shorts.
I hadn’t seen Susanne since she was about 9 or 10. Wow! … Did she grow up! Five foot five, blue eyes, luscious boobs (she obviously inherited from her mother who was at least a natural DD) incredible legs that led up to her amazing tight ass!
Susanne would come home on the weekends, tend to her horse, do laundry, and hang out. Being the gentleman that I am, I would always help her muck out the stable, stack the hay bales, or any other “chores” that needed to be done around the house. I’m sure she was aware of my wandering eyes and seemed to enjoy knowing the effect that she had on me.
Over the next several weekends, we got wonderfully comfortable around each other. She would confide in me about things going on at school, the bitchy Sorority girls, the guys hitting on her constantly, (cannot blame them!) and the general stresses of going to college. Although I was physically attracted to Susanne, our relationship became more like friendly cousins than anything else, but … that was about to change.
One Saturday morning, Susanne got up early and went to the swap meet. She had mentioned last weekend that she needed a piece of vinyl to recover the dash pad in her Chevelle. She got back about ten. I was waking up with a cup of coffee on the front porch. Susanne pulled herself from the car. Damn... this girl took my breath away every time I saw her! There she was, standing in front of me in a cropped cotton top, cutoff jeans, and white Nike tennis shoes.
“You left early?” I curiously asked.
“I was getting the vinyl for my dash pad.”
“I was hoping you could give me a hand with it?” Susanne replied,
“Sure!” “Not a problem.” After all, any time spent around Susanne was a great time for me!
Susanne was the typical tough farmgirl, who was never afraid to tackle a project. Whether it was fixing the fence on the corral, changing the oil in her car, or taking the dash apart in the Chevelle. “I can’t” was not part of Susanna’s vocabulary.
It was a warm spring Roseville day, already warming up to the 90’s. She pulled the car around to the shade, to give us some relief. I crawled under the driver’s side dash to see what we needed to do, and Susanne took the passenger’s side. I crawled back out, walking to the toolbox, Susanne yelled out, “I got the wrong size!” “Can you bring me a 7/16ths?” I grabbed the socket and walked to her side. I froze mid-step as Susanne came into view. Sprawled over the seat, her head under the dash, her breasts straining against the buttons of her cotton top, one leg propped up on the seat, the other bent down, touching the ground, the loose leg of her shorts exposing her smooth pink skin where panties are normally found. Damn……... Suddenly feeling a warm tingle and lump up in my groin…
“Uh…” “Here you go Susanne.”
Her hand reached out for the socket and returned under the dash. I crawled back under the driver’s side trying to concentrate on the remaining nuts, but I couldn’t help glancing over at Susanne. Her ample breasts surrendering to gravity, bubbling up from the neck of her top, her beautiful leg draped onto the seat, sunlight glimmering off the fine soft hairs on her thigh. I soldiered on and removed the last nut holding the pad in place, wiggled myself free, and went around to help Susanne. I reached for her hands and guided her free. She stood with a hop, her hands braking against my shoulders, her breasts mashing against my chest, my hands reached down, bracing her hips, aiding Susanne to regain balance.
“Oh!” … “Thank you!”
She said with a smile, her bright blue eyes, fixed onto mine. My mind racing... Should I be making a move? Her chin dropped down breaking our gaze, “We… should get this pad covered, and back in,” tapping her hands on my shoulders as a sign to let go.
We carried everything inside to get out of the heat and spread the fabric out on the floor. It took both of us to stretch and glue the fabric around the pad. Susanne and I were both on our knees, working the fabric from opposite sides. This made it very hard for me to concentrate with her breasts swaying in front of my eyes.
“Damn Susanne!” catching me stare at her cleavage,
“You’re killing me here!”
“What?” … “What do you mean?” Susanne knowing damn well what I was referring to!
“Can you please go put a different shirt or something on!” I spoke with a frustrating tone.
“Why?,”… “What’s wrong with my shirt?” Susanne asked, cocking her head, smiling coyly at me with big puppy dog eyes.
“I can’t concentrate with your boobs in my face!” Blunt, but to the point!
“What …?,” “You mean … these?”
Susanne reached down, lifting her shirt, exposing her breasts, cupping those beautiful pale globes in each of her hands. The dam had been breached. A hot wave of passion crashed into the room. Our lips pressed together, tongues twisting and probing, tasting their moisture. Susanne grabbed hold of my hand, and we raced to her bedroom. Our clothes flew off in every which way. Susanne pushed me back on the bed and knelt by my side. Her hands reaching out, gripping my cock, pumping its hardness with slow measured strokes. “Mmmm………”, moaning her approval with an admiring grin. Susanne bent down placing its head to her lips. “Oh………...,” a pleasureful breath leapt from my lips, seeing her tongue swirling over the tip, lips sliding and kissing along its hard length, mouth opening wide and engulfing me whole, sucking and pumping… “Oh……...God! …” That was a sight!
I reached for her legs, hinting at Susanne to crawl on top and straddle my face. The sight was amazing between her spread legs. Her pussy was smooth, unblemished, pale skin flushed a bright pink, dainty moist lips seductively splayed. I wrapped my arms up over her hips, coaxing them downward to meet my lips, deeply inhaling the scent of her sex. My mouth opened wide, tongue lapping its length, my lips nipping and sucking, teasing her clit, the tip of my nose caressing her other pink hole, her droplets of nectar, running down to my chin.
Susanne pushed herself up and straddled my hips, holding my stiffness between her soft thighs. Without a word spoke, Susanne rose to her knees, directing my cock between her wet folds, accepting my hardness with a pleasureful moan. “Ah………”, “Oh…….”, “Oh…….”, her hips moved slowly with short smooth strokes, then longer and deeper, “Ah………!”, “Mmmm…...……!” as she slid my cock home. Susanne sat there briefly, intentionally still, sensing the warmth of my stiffness plunged deep in her soul. “Mmmm……….”. Her hips began rolling, “Mmmm……….”, It began with a thrust, my hips rose and then fell, her body matching my pumping with soft little moans. Her pace began building, thrusting hard on my cock, her pussy juice squishing as her orgasm built, her body began quivering with uncontrolled jerks, “Ah…!” “Ah…!” “Ah…!” “Ah……………...!” Susanne screamed out as her passion released, still blissfully trembling, slumping back on my chest.
Susanne rolled off and laid next to me. I turned to my side, my hand gently stroking her breast. Our lips joined together in a passionate embrace, tongues playing, twirling, as sharing a dance. I broke from our kiss, my lips trailing down her neck “Mmmm……”, her head rolled slightly, guiding my lips to her most sensitive spots. I lingered for a moment, with a quick little suck, inhaling the sweet essence of her feminine scent. I continued my travels between her soft breasts, kissing and tasting the salt of her sweat. “Ah……”, Susanne moaned, and grabbed hold of my head, my hands stroking and kneading her soft supple breasts. Her fingers were combing and grabbing my hair, my mouth teasing and nipping her sensitive stiff nipples. “Mmmm………., Susanne moaned, pulling my head tight to her breast. “I need you inside me”, she whispered, pulling me up to her lips, spreading her legs, “Mmmm…………, as the head of my hardness breached her moist folds, her warm slick walls caressing my cock. I lifted her legs up to her chest, pushing my cock deeper with a resolute stroke, balls slapping her ass with each long downward thrust. Susanne cried out, grabbing my ass, pulling me in tight against her soft thighs, “Yes baby!” … “Yes!” … “I need you to cum!” My legs began shaking, hips thrusting, jerking in a frenzied contraction. “Ah………...!”, “Uh…………!”, “Uh…!”, “Uh…!”, as sticky white strings shot out on her belly. I collapsed on top of her still quivering body, eyes locked together, our lips softly meet, pausing to linger in the moist warmth of their touch. I rolled to my back and held her hand tight, our eyes silently speaking, sharing thoughts of this moment we shared.
We did manage to get the dash pad re-installed in the Chevelle later that day. Susanne didn’t come home the following weekend which had me concerned. I received my station assignment a couple days later and had to report for training the following week.
It was my last Saturday in Roseville, sitting on the porch with my coffee in hand. The quiet was disturbed by a recognized rumble. The ’69 Chevelle pulled into the drive and rolled to a stop.
Sussane jumped out, “Did you think I wouldn’t say goodbye?”
Susanne walked over to me with arms opened wide, wrapping her arms around my neck in a crushing tight hug.
“I was hoping I’d see you before I left”
Susanne stayed for the weekend, we talked about many things, the life paths we were on. We came to the conclusion; we shouldn’t let our relationship develop beyond what it had. Susanne had to leave early for a test the next day and I need to report for training.
I still remember that spring, as if it was yesterday. Susanne’s smile, her eyes, her humor and wit, me standing there waving goodbye, Susanne driving away in that red "69.
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18 comments
Didn't read the story... Came to the car!!!
what a great time you two had, nice pictures too
Yes we did! I had a lot of fun during that time of my life.
What hot story hot woman did she give you a good bye fuckif so did you get everything you wanted. Those are great pictures throughout the story but need More real ones of you fucking her and she fucking you. More.
This was a one time deal that happened 45 years ago. I don't think pictures are possible.
Interesting way to spend the summer
Working on classic and in on the other what a dream come true. Did you ever get to ride in the chevell before u both had to leave.thanks for the views.
Actually, No! 🤣🤣
Great story. Some of life's memories are so incredibly unexpected, which is what makes them special.
Great story. I really enjoyed it. 😊
Don’t you wish you had been able to keep that.And I’m talking about the car
Cars can definitely be less complicated at times! 😂
I like that heat of the passion and just people come together for a nice session lovely indeed.
It really was an enjoyable time in my life! 🔥
dman I wish I had a hot send off like that every time I got an assignment. very hot, thx
Enjoyed it, what a great mechanic.
Glad to hear it! You might like the other stories I've posted.
Thanks for the comment!👍
hot and sexy a very good story so you had to see her again so what happened between you two after this
Never connected again. I went north, and she went south. I was having too much fun! I never could settle down with any one girl at that time of my life.
@Thetraveler230 have you ever tried to contract her think I would try if nothing else just to say hello aand catch up
The Car Is A 70 Not A 69 But Still A GREAT Story!!
that's what i thought,my brother had one
looks totally different from the rear of a 70 chevelle SS. have not read the story yet but will. i would take the woman over the car any day
The page I got it from had it listed as a '69. Corrected photo
Wow what a great story
Thank you! Glade you enjoyed it!
@Thetraveler230 oh yes did