Ode to a Trans Am

Today her hair was short and dark, whipping her in the face as the trees became a blur outside the car. Most of her life she'd been a dirty blonde. With her pale skin and light blue eyes, the blonde hair just felt good. "I should have been a blonde" was what she would tell her hairdresser. Light blonde hair on her arms and legs, even though she'd been shaving for years and her mother promised that once she started her hair would get darker and coarser. Once again, her mother was wrong. As a blonde she usually felt very sexy and desired. Dark hair today, the store left no time for the long trips to the hairdresser. Looking in the mirror she was reminded of Trinity from The Matrix, dark hair and light blue eyes, it was a good look for her -- one that was in line with her mood, look but don't touch. And looking was as far as most of men went. Now, she felt like the devil - evil, sexual, dying to just forget her worries, if only for a short drive.

She can't control her world - just her car. A 2000 Trans Am, a black hood with so many curves it could give a dead man a hard on. From the first time she washed this car, just a bucket of warm, soapy water with overflowing suds, a soft sponge and her hands - it made her wet between her legs. She never knew that washing a car would -- no, could be such a turn on. And this car, it was a turn on from the moment she saw it -- wrecked, bent, shattered and beautiful. She saw what it could be -- she had felt the same when she got divorced, she knew she could bring it back to life. Now that all the repairs were complete and she'd added a few specialties under the hood, it was perfect for her. A roaring LS1 engine with RAM air, custom dual exhaust that would awaken nature for miles, but it was the six-speed that made her purr - at times the car, and other times the driver.

It's a great day - her favorite kind of day; easily in the 90s with just a hint of a breeze. Knowing that she had no plans to get out of the car with a full tank of gas and ice water in the cup holder she wore her favorite short shorts and a man's black muscle shirt without her bra. She wanted to feel the sun beating down on all of her. If she could have she would have been naked. Downshifting to third at the straightaway on the old, winding country road she was snapped back into her seat. She hit 70....80....85, shifting to fourth, 90...100...115 before the next curve appeared. She loved the sound of the exhaust as it bounced off the fields of corn and wheat along the sides of the rural Maryland road. Downshifting for the curve she saw a tall, solidly built guy ahead beside his bike. She noticed his arms first - nice arms, the kind that holds a woman like he means it, hard and soft at the same time.

His helmet was off, he was absently kicking the back tire and rubbing his head, ruffling his military cut. He must be having some trouble she thought as she passed him by. If only she hadn't looked as he turned and locked his sleepy green eyes with hers. It took a split second, but it felt like hours. Hesitating for just a moment, she slowed...downshifting to third, then to second. What was she doing? She didn't pick up strange guys on the side of the road, it was dangerous. But...what if she just went back to ask if he needed some help. He looked young, maybe 24-25. She didn't recognize the plates on the bike, but then again her attention had been focused on the eyes. Turning the Trans Am around, she had decided she would just see if he was okay or maybe needed to make a call on her cell phone.

"Hey there" she said as she pulled up beside him. "Need a hand?" For a moment she thought she saw surprise in his eyes, perhaps surprise that she had returned or perhaps that someone had actually stopped to help.

"Nice car" he said.

"Thanks. Do you need some help?"

"No. Just stopped to get a drink and rest for a minute. Is this your car? It's beautiful."

"Yeah, it's my addiction - fast cars."

"Hmmm...how does it handle? Good around the curves?"

Smiling slightly she replied, "Sure is."

"I have one at home, but it's been a while since I've been home. Mind if I have a seat in yours?"

"No, go ahead."

What am I doing, she thought as he slid his hard body into her driver's seat. She couldn't help but lick her lips when she saw the way his pants fit around his ass. As he slid around she got a glimpse at the bulge in the front of his jeans. He turned on the radio, Aerosmith's version of Come Together beat from the speakers, matching the throbbing that was beginning between her legs. Ummmm...something I could sink my teeth into, she thought. As she was lost in her own thoughts she suddenly noticed that he was looking into her eyes again. Not speaking he slid the seat all the way back and looked at her, it was an invitation. She sucked in her bottom lip with her teeth, her heart felt as if it were going to beat out of her chest. Another car slowly drove by, not stopping, not looking. Suddenly she felt scared, like a rabbit that held its head out of the hole just a moment too long while the eagle soars above. Smiling, he said, "It'll be okay, I promise. You come first." He held his hand out to her.

She slid her left leg over, placing her knee on the cushion of the seat between his thighs and the gear shift knob, her right leg wrapped behind the seat. He placed his face between her breasts, licking the salty sweat that was falling between them. His hands reached under her tight black shirt - her nipples were erect and wanting, wanting his hands, fingers, lips - it didn't matter as long as he touched her. He cupped both breasts in his hands and began lightly pinching the pink tips of her nipples. She moaned softly at first, but as he increased the pressure she couldn't help but let heavier, deeper moans leave her throat. Now she was so wet he could see the moisture below her mound. In response he slid his right hand onto her thigh, barely touching her. She thought she was going to lose her mind - couldn't he see what he was doing to her? What is he waiting for? Her body arched as he touched her between her legs. He lid his fingers in and out, gently rubbing her clit until it was hard and pulsating. She came so quick and hard that she couldn't stop her throaty screams.

She couldn't wait any longer to hold him, to touch him like he'd touched her. Grabbing the waist of his pants she felt his cock before she'd reached the first button. He was so large and hard, taking care of her had turned him on like he'd never felt before. Her experienced hands pulled the zipper down and wrapped her fingers around the shaft so quickly he couldn't do anything but let her. Her other hand pulled at his shirt until his chest was exposed. One hand sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue licked his nipples until they were erect. Grabbing a nipple in her teeth, she gently sucked it in while circling it with her tongue. His breath was getting faster and his hips began to buck and then stiffen. Harder and faster, she stroked his cock, sliding her hand up and down, increasing the speed while she bit at his nipple. She could feel him losing control, so she slid back as far as she could to the steering wheel, bending down and taking his gorgeous throbbing cock into her mouth. She slid her glossed lips up and down, sucking in his juices as wave after wave of orgasm racked through his body.

Swallowing and licking her lips she pulled back and took in the warm breeze. Had anyone seen them? Did she really care? The world had stopped outside of the car. Sweat covered them both. Neither of them said a word, she looked into his eyes again and could see that he was not done yet. She knew she still had a void that needed to be filled, but with the force he had come she didn't expect his hardness to return so soon. Licking her lips again she bent and took his cock in her mouth sucking, licking and playing with the head until he was harder than before. He lifted her off of him and placed her outside the car. Taking her hand he walked her to the back of the car. Turning her around he bent her over the spoiler and placed his head between her legs.

As she grabbed the spoiler with both hands, resting her head on the brake light his tongue began to circle her clit until she was once again moaning and begging him to take her. And she didn't care how or who saw. He stood and rubbed his cock between her legs, collecting her wetness when slowly and deliberately with one thrust he was deep inside her. The wet warmth rushed over them both, sliding his cock in and out of her until she felt he could hold it no longer, his cock was so hard and large filling her every need or want, together they came - her knees buckled as she lay, tired and spent over the spoiler of her car.