Mr. Goodwrench.
She’s a very kinky girl, the kind you won’t bring home to mother.
She a Super Freak, she’s super freaky! Owwww!
Rick James
May 1983.
Southern California.
Hmm. I wonder where we’re going to fuck tonight...
Rachel waited for me outside her home, but instead of entering my 1972 Buick Riviera, she waved me over to the Volvo station wagon in the driveway. As always, expensive designer clothing carefully flattered her bottom-heavy shape.
The pastel blue pleated dress’s wavy hem stopped just a bit above her knees, revealing smooth, shapely calves and just a bit of sturdy, round thighs. Rachel’s lovely small breasts hid beneath the flouncy neckline, but jiggled enticingly when she stepped off her porch.
Rachel’s not wearing a bra. I wonder if she’s also going commando like on our last date...
Medium-heeled beige sandals subtly gave her legs the appearance of a few more welcome inches, while gifting Rachel with a sexy posture.
She had no doubts that I fully appreciated her lush body, but always wanted to look great when we went out. I had been with much better-looking girls, and also much worse, but Rachel’s other qualities greatly boosted her appeal to me.
Rachel’s classy appearance prompted me to praise her often, as I sensed insecurity and wanted her to feel desired and comfortable. I strolled up, planted my hand on her firm, wide butt, then ran it up her partially bare back, to caress her short neck. My fingers teased her gorgeous curls, and I brought her plump lips to mine. “HI, Rachel. You look really pretty.”
My well-mannered first girlfriend lightly blushed. “Thank you, Ray. I’m so glad you dressed well and didn’t show up in dirty jeans and a T-shirt to meet my friends.”
I love how she doesn’t beat around the bush...
A mischievous gleam sparkled in her friendly brown eyes. “You know... we could do the Sexy Mechanic thing sometime!”
I struck a jaunty pose, then snickered, “Well, ma’am, I located the source of your fluid leak. Luckily, I’ve got just the right... tool... to plug it.”
Rachel looked towards the upscale suburban house to make sure her parents weren’t watching, then gave my cock a little squeeze through the tight white cotton pants, bringing it instantly to full life. She dramatically fanned herself. “Oh, golly, Mr. Goodwrench. It seems to have caused my engine to overheat!”
Lifting the front of her dress and pulling silky panties away from her already moist crotch, I whispered, “Hmm, I’ve handled this problem before. We just need more airflow through here."
Rachel pushed her stiffened clit against my hand before stepping back and waving to an elderly dog-walking neighbor across the street. He likely saw everything but chose to ignore it. She beamed, “Yes, Ray. That’s perfect! Next week, we’re doing it.”
I saw that scene at the porn theater a few years ago. I should take Rachel there...
“Uh, Rachel, I brought my old band jacket, like you asked. It’s in my car, should I get it?”
“Yes, bring it. And take off your glasses, Ray. I’m driving, so you won’t need them. You look soo much better without them. Remember how we talked about contact lenses? Did you look into that?”
With just a hint of annoyance, I removed my glasses and nodded. “I have an appointment in two weeks.”
I’ll make one tomorrow...
Making a comical show of biting her lip while pinching a nipple, she sighed, ”Mmm, yes. There’s the sexy man who makes me quiver.”
Yeah, Rachel’s manipulative. But, damn...
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