Exiting my car, I am touched by the crisp mountain breeze. After a 30-minute drive along winding mountain roads, I’ve finally made it to my favorite overlook. I shut my door, making sure it doesn’t slam too hard, and walk up to admire the view. The valley below is beautiful. Mismatched shades of green farmland stretch for miles before reaching the interstate that separates the countryside from the suburbs. Sometimes I like to watch the cars below and imagine where they may be going. The day is perfect for hiking. The many vans and SUVs I see crossing the toll onto the mountain are likely here for that reason.
After a few minutes of car watching, I hear the rumble of something quickly approaching. I turn my head toward the road in time to see a new, bright blue Corvette pulling into the overlook. One thing I can credit Corvette owners for is the way they seem to take care of their cars. The car is so shiny that for a moment, the sun reflects off of it into my eyes – a sharp contrast to my old Miata whose clear coat is peeling around the green paint. The engine cuts as the doors swing open. An older couple exits the car. I’m sure a car that nice gets stares often, but I look away anyway to not make it obvious.
The man takes a few pictures of his wife with the valley behind her. They talk while she reviews the pictures. From the corner of my eye, I can see her gesture in my direction a few times. The husband nods and they begin walking over. When I turn my attention to them, the man waves.
“That’s a nice car,” the man says, stopping in front of me, “My wife used to have one just like it.”
The man wears a white T-shirt tucked into black shorts. He leans over and fiddles with the brace supporting his knee. He rests his sunglasses atop his shaved head before squinting at my car. His wife steps around him. She looks to be a bit younger than him. If I were to guess, he’s in his 60s, and she’s in her 50s, though they both seem to be aging well. She wears a short salmon-colored sundress with white stripes. She brushes her wavy, blonde hair out of her face as she looks into the passenger side of my car.
“Do you mean old and peeling?” I jest. The woman, still hovering above the window, looks up at me and laughs.
“No, mine was brand new when I got it,” she stands straight, her eyes scanning me. I stiffen my posture, not used to the attention on my body. “I must have been around your age. How old are you?”
“I’m nineteen,” I answer. She nods her head at my answer.
“Obviously, I’m not that young anymore,” She smiles. Unable to think of a response, I just laugh. “I sold mine when we had our first kid. You probably have a long way before that.”
“Is it a manual?” The man grabs my attention back.
“Yes. It’s my first car.”
“A great choice,” he looks back at his car. “The first car I ever drove was my grandfather’s 65 Corvette. You can see he got me into them young.”
The man takes out his phone and huddles beside me. He opens a folder in his photo app full of pictures he had taken of his own car and others. Flipping through the photos, he tells me stories about the summer drives he goes on with a group of local Corvette owners. Though I find it interesting, my focus breaks as I feel a hand on my lower back. I look back to see his wife passing me, with a slow stride. She locks eyes with me, sliding her hand across my side. The feeling of her fingertips seems to linger on my waist as she continues to the edge of the overlook, leaning against the stone wall that acts as a barrier to the drop below. Her short dress does a bad job at hiding the bottom of her butt. She looks back, flashing a sly smile when she catches me looking. My face gets hot, and I look away.
“Maybe he can come to the next cruise,” His wife speaks up, approaching the two of us. I catch a glimpse of a chain around her neck, glistening in the sun. It holds a silver pendant that sits nuzzled between her breasts.
“I’m not sure that thing can keep up with us,” he jokes.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to be the odd one out,” I say.
“I’m just joking with you, pal,” he pats me on the back. “If you love cars, you’re welcome to join. A friend of mine brings his Camry on the days he has his kid.”
The man feels around his pocket, but whatever he’s reaching for clearly isn’t there.
“Give me one minute. I’ll go get a pamphlet.” The man walks back to his car.
“Do you take your girlfriend out for rides often?” His wife asks.
“Oh, I’m actually single.”
“That’s not good. A young man like you should have a pretty girl in the passenger seat.”
“Oh, it might be a while before that,” I laugh, looking down at the ground. I see her take a step, her feet now inches away from mine. I try to stay calm, but my heart begins to beat quickly. Looking back up, my eyes pause on her cleavage. I can see her nipples through the dress.
“Well, it’s been a while since I’ve been in one of those,” she says, looking me up and down. Her gaze seems to stop midway up, possibly looking at the bulge in my sweatpants growing the more turned on I get. “Maybe you can give me a ride to the next overlook. It’s only two miles from this one.”
“I’m not sure I should do that,” I say. She places her hand on my waist.
“It looks like you want to,” She looks back down at my crotch. My underwear is struggling to contain my erection at this point, “You really look like you want to.”
She quickly moves her hand away. I turn my head to see her husband returning with a paper in his hand.
“Go start your car,” She whispers, “I’ll convince him to let me ride.”
I leave her to talk to her husband. I start my car, and roll the passenger window down where I can subtly hear them speaking over the sound of the engine. From the lowered view in my car, I can see her butt more clearly underneath the dress. She doesn’t seem to be wearing any panties that I can see. Her husband wraps his arms around her, and she leans in for a kiss. She backs her behind up, I’m sure for me to see that there is nothing under her dress. I catch an eyeful of her pussy between her legs. My mind is nervous, but my body is eager for her to take her seat in my car.
Her husband walks back to his car. As he drives off, he waves. She reacts with a flurry of blown kisses. The scream of the Corvette’s exhaust shakes the air as he speeds off to the next overlook. She steps into the passenger seat. Letting out a long sigh, she turns her focus to me.
“We’re going to meet him at the next overlook,” she says, “I want you to take your time, though.”
“O-Okay,” I say, putting the car in gear and leaving the overlook. It doesn’t take her long to slide her hand across my thigh, gripping my cock over my pants. She stroked it twice before biting her lip.
“Your dick is pretty fucking big,” she says, giving me a few more tugs, “It’s been months since Brad has fucked me, and I badly want a dick to play with.”
My legs tense, as she slides her hand into my pants. I feel her soft hands gripping around me.
“Let me get my pants off,” I say. She moves her hand from my pants as I remove my seatbelt. I shift, lifting my butt off the seat so that I can pull my pants down just enough for my cock to escape. My erection flies out from my pants, slapping against my stomach. She chuckles, her hand rushing right back to my cock. I notice a line of cars forming in my rear view because I’ve been going too slow. Seeing an upcoming dirt pulloff, I turn my blinker on and park so they can pass.
Now with both hands stroking my cock, she licks the precum off my tip, causing me to let my head back, letting out a gasp of air. As she bobs up and down on me, I look to my right. In the passenger mirror, I can see her dress riding up, revealing her asshole. I don’t know what makes me do this, but since I’m already here, I reach over, squeezing a handful of her ass. I circle my middle finger around the rim of her hole. She doesn’t seem to object, instead letting out a delightful “Mmmm.” I slip my middle finger into her ass and she moans on my cock. I start slowly fingering her ass, steadily getting faster as I’m closer to cumming. She reciprocates by deepthroating my cock, her spit dripping down my shaft onto my balls.
My breaths become more audible the closer I am to cumming. She takes her mouth off of my cock, and begins stroking faster, with a twisting motion. I moan, as the first shot of my load hits her just below her lip. The next two shoot into the air, falling back down onto her hands, and onto her red nails. She goes back in, sucking the remaining drops that leak from my cock.
“There are some wipes in the glove box,” I say. She leans back, opening the glove box and pulling out the packet of wet wipes. Before cleaning off her hands, she reaches down and rubs spreads my cum around her pussy.
“You’re going to pay me back for that,” she says, “Next time you’re going to fuck me with that huge dick.”
We take a moment to clean ourselves up before I continue on to the overlook. Brad is waiting, leaning against his car, staring at his phone. I park beside him, leaving my car running as I get out.
“Sorry it took us so long,” I say, “I heard a noise and had to stop to check things out.”
“Oh, that’s horrible,” his tone shows concern, “It seems to be running fine. Do you think you’ll make it home?”
“Yeah, I think I just drove over something and it hit something under the car.”
“Did you give him the pamphlet?” He turns to his wife.
“Yes, Honey,” she smiles, pointing to the dash. I have no idea when she placed it there, “It’s right there, and we will be seeing him next weekend.”
I nod in agreement. Brad places his hand on her lower back and they start walking to his car. My gaze is set on her legs. Over his head, Brad yells goodbye. A slight feeling of guilt builds in my stomach when I sit back in my car, watching them drive off. I pick up my phone. She had entered her phone number on the way here. The name says Penny with the heart emoji after. The sight of her pussy is seared into my mind. Despite the guilt, I want to pay her back. I look at the pamphlet. Next weekend’s event will be a meet at a diner, followed by a group cruise to the nearby national park.
And I will be there.
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