Chapter 5
Angela
The racing track stretched out before me revving more than the motor. The hum of the engine vibrated underneath me. It was doing half the work for him to seduce me.
I thought I was going to see him white knuckling under the pressure. It didn’t even seem to faze him the way that I was grinding the paint against the wall sending sparks everywhere.
“Who knew that driving like this would be a thrill beyond words? I suppose anybody who has ever driven this fast knows the rush.” The danger had one hand straying from the steering wheel onto his knee.
“I hope you can do two things at the same time. I don’t even want to imagine what the chalk outline would be like at the crime scene of our death.” His appendage was unfurling down the left side of his leg in a profound way.
“I think that you should take it out and let me at that stick.” He wasn’t about to turn down an offer like that.
His cock was stiff as a board with the head showing this sheen of moisture. I ran my thumb around it to spread his natural lubricant down over the piston of his excitement. He was thrusting between my fingers with the thrill of the moment compounded by the speed in which we were racing around the track.
“This is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. There’s a world of pleasure that has been untapped.” His chest was rising and falling with each breath through his starched white shirt.
My red dress was bunched up around my knees. The helmet wasn’t very flattering, but necessary for the safety of its occupants.
I ran my hands up over the head, squeezing the mushroom shape and making this hungry desire come across his face.
The lights from the track let me watch him out of the corner of my eye. My grip was tight around the base with the color of my fingertips turning white with the effort. I was turning his crank until he was at his boiling point.
“It might be your first time, but I doubt it’s going to be your last. I’m already soaking wet. I’m going to stop and you are going to shuffle forward underneath me.” I hit the brakes and we were thrown against the seatbelt hard enough to take our breath away.
The screeching was ringing in my ears. I could see burned rubber streaking across the pavement in two distinct lines. The engine was idling in neutral, but it wasn’t going to remain like that for long.
“I don’t know about this. Driving and having sex is a dangerous combination. I’ve heard some horror stories and I don’t want to be another statistic.” He was protesting a little too much, but his body was begging for the silky kiss of the lips of my sex.
“The first time is supposed to be special with a flair for the spontaneous. There’s nothing more spontaneous than having your life flash before your eyes. Where is your sense of adventure?” He answered me by getting into position with his hands on my hips.
“You know we’re working without a net. The cage around us can only do so much in a crash.” I put it into gear and the velocity of takeoff was enough to drive his pole into my quivering walls.
I heard his sigh of contentment and it released a different set of endorphins below my waist. There was no foreplay. It wasn’t necessary. I was all the way down to the base with not an inch to spare. I picked up speed by pushing my foot to the floor.
I rode him slowly with the slippery surface of my juices guiding his penetration. I was bucking like a bronco riding the bull of his persuasion. Outside the tarmac stretched as far as the eye could see. We were going around in circles with the gas gauge slowly moving toward the empty.
“I love the way that your cock feels like a vibrating tool inside me.” The engine was sending shock waves through his body which in turn was returned to me tenfold.
“This is better than when I lost my virginity at 18. This is going to become an addiction for the both of us. We won’t be able to do it the conventional way inside a bed.” I had some ideas about that.
I was reminded of a vibrating bed in a motel on the side of the road. I was sure that I could fashion something in the same regard. I was good with my hands. I could probably say the same thing for Demetrious.
The windows were steaming up with our hot breath. The inside of the car had turned into an oven with rivers of sweat running down my skin. It was tickling my exposed flesh. He was still wearing his pants and the zipper was scratching me in a not so subtle way.
“The conventional way is overrated.” I brought the lips of my sex all the way up to the top of his crown and waited with my breath caught in my throat.
He took over and drove me back down with this high pitched squeal of incentive coming out of my mouth. He was working in an inhospitable environment. I was feeling a little faint from the stifling heat and the pleasure radiating in waves over my body.
I stopped the car in the middle of the track. The fever pitch threw me against the steering wheel with him holding me around the waist.
I moved to the passenger seat and he slid out the window. His elongated condition was saturated in my juices. I grabbed him through the window and gave him the comfort of my mouth. It was a taste sensation.
I was starving for more of what he gave me in the bedroom. I reached behind to dig my fingernails into his expensive suit pants.
“You are insatiable, and I love it. I should have told you how I felt long before now. I will never get enough of you. I don’t ever want to take you for granted. It feels so right to be inside your mouth. I desperately want to put you on this hot hood and take you from behind.” I could’ve easily blown him away, but my lower half was appealing to my need for pleasure.
I reluctantly released him from my oral grip. He stood back, and he helped me to get out of the car. He pushed me over the top of it. I could feel the heat from the motor against my hardened nipples. My apple bottom was pulling him into my gravity from behind.
“Let me give you a better idea of what is waiting for you,” I used both hands to lift my dress and spread my cheeks in invitation.
He was over top of me growling in my ear. His hand pulled down my panties around my hips. He made entry in one firm bucking motion. I moaned into his hand and dug my teeth into his palm. I pounded the hood with the metal reverberating underneath my onslaught.
I scratched the paint getting some of it underneath my nails. The continuous slapping sound was pushing me beyond my boundaries. He slapped my ass and moved his thumb in a circle around my asshole. It was a different sensation, but not unwelcome.
“Keep going and don’t slow down.” This was a departure from those lovers that had previously been in the same position.
Demetrious took great direction and knew how to adapt. It was like he had a road map of my anatomy permanently memorized. This man was wild and untamed. No bridle was going to fit around his neck to bring him under control. This was going to end with a bang and not a whimper.
I came unglued with the intensity of my orgasm leaving me breathless. I screamed until I was hoarse. I was in the throes of passion when he gave me what I was looking for. The frothy fountain of his manhood went off like a geyser between his legs.
My entire body was vibrating on a different scale. He gave one final lurch forward with his teeth pulling on my earlobe. We made ourselves presentable and drove back to where the guards were smiling.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what we had been doing. My hair was in disarray and my lipstick smeared.
“I hope everything is in order for tomorrow’s big race. Nothing can go wrong. Nobody is allowed in there for any reason. I don’t care who it is. This door remains locked at all times without exception.” The guards nodded their head with a chorus of approval, but one stayed motionless without uttering a word.
“You can be assured this place has been locked down for the evening. I will make it my personal mission to stand here all night. Your staff will arrive at the crack of dawn. I’m afraid I won’t be able to watch all of them like a hawk.” It was becoming clear how the guard had worded his statement in a way to avoid being under suspicion.
Demetrious was allowing the fox to watch over the henhouse. Who was watching over the fox?
I whispered into his ear and he nodded his head in understanding. We walked away and doubled back. We were hiding in the shadows. Tomorrow, he was set to race with those endorsement deals on the line.
“How did you know?” It was elementary when I began thinking about when the accidents happened.
The other guards respected the one with seniority. He had been part of the landscape at the racetrack for 20-years. He sent them to check the perimeter. He used his key to go inside, but it was his guilty body language that spoke volumes.
We snuck up and found him tinkering underneath the hood. I was a little startled by what Demetrious did. He cold cocked him across the head with a very heavy wrench and called the police.
The next day he was up bright and early. I went to the track with him and did a cursory check of the car. Nothing was out of the ordinary. It wasn’t like I was expecting anything.
The checkered flag had him coming in with a photo finish. He was showered by champagne with the contract signed for the endorsement deal. With the press on hand, he got down on his knees and presented a gold ring which I readily accepted.
We got the cold shoulder from Shelley for a few days. It didn’t last long. I had the best of both worlds. Working on his car and on him had me waking up with a smile on my face every morning.
Being his head mechanic was going to afford me the opportunity of seeing the world. We were going to make memories to last a lifetime.
I was able to keep my family home and we moved into it together.