Jackie was one fine looking woman. Natural fine looking, she didn't need to work hard at it. Short blonde hair. Disarmingly armed with a smile that combined cute with a bit of mystery. Casual. She had kicked off the sandals right away. Ya know how some can put on a well thought out outfit that looked like she just threw it on? Jackie was wearing loose fitting tan cargo shorts and one of those tank top things with tiny strings for the shoulder straps, that you would call a camisole if it was under a blouse, and it was what any guy would call flattering. The fabric was just short of filmy. It had to be silk or some gift from the petroleum gods for it hung just right, and it was clinging to her, ah, assets, as they led the way for her. And no, don't ask me the color of her eyes, but I had noted that her nipples had been hard and bold ever since I first noticed her. I couldn't help but notice her. (I tried not to stare.) The fabric was some version of camouflage, but it didn't hide much.
Sitting beside me as we drove north, every bump in the road was translated to natural unfettered movement of two fine young breasts. I had one eye on the road and one on those two, and life could not have been finer... except that it could. She proved that when she leaned forward, crossed her arms over her chest and then peeled off that little top in one fluid swoop. I wasn't expecting that.
Tits. Two of em. Everybody has their own definition of perfect breasts on a woman, but these would I think be finalists for most. White bikini tan lines, soft, unblemished skin, covering those two perfect islands, each set in contrast to a tanned skin sea. Those nipples were of course perched happily on the summits, pink and firm, and inviting. I began to shake a little when she lifted herself off the seat, arched her back (breathe Frank, breathe...oh, and drive the car) and jerked down those tan cargo shorts. The thong was white...... And it also went quickly away. She smiled at me. So sweet. Oh, look! Blue eyes!
I'd awoke early that morning so that I could catch the first airport shuttle, and with the excitement and all I got no sleep on the way down the hill. I should have been pretty tired, but instead I was pumped. Flagstaff to Scottsdale takes about two hours if ya follow the rules. The shuttle driver hadn't read those directions so she cut about 20 minutes out of that, and she left me standing by the dealer's door long before their opening time. Then she hurried to get the rest of the folks to the airport on time for their flight.
This story began some time ago. I was 16 years old in 1965 when I walked up the hill to my best friend's house and saw the blue Cobra roadster sitting in the driveway. It must have been one of the first made with the monster 427 engine. I'd read about these in one of the car magazines and to a car crazy guy like me it made an impression. The car's owner was a friend of the family, and he was cool. He'd already given my friend a ride, and when he offered me a chance I didn't hesitate.
The car was obscenely fast, obscenely loud, obscenely visceral. It made noises i could feel deep in my chest. It vibrated as if it were alive when at rest, but when motivated it launched forward while leaving my head and shoulders behind on the road. Frankly, it ruined for me every other car I would meet for the next 50 years. The next century arrived before more than just a few cars matched its performance.
I wanted one. Only one other car affected me in that manner, and it was actually a variant of this same car, only with a new body built on the same chassis. This coupe was faster than the roadster, and it was the most beautiful car I had ever seen. They built it to race at places like Le Mans in France and to beat the Ferrari 250 GTO, which it did. Only six were built, all by hand. All six still live but they are in private collections and the last one that went on the market sold for over 7 million dollars. I wanted this one too, but guess what.......
Wanting a car like this when you are 16 is one thing, but being a responsible adult eventually seemed more important, so I did college for years and then played doctor for 60 hours a week for decades, and I was well behaved and saved my money and was the father and husband as expected. And I had decent cars and pickup trucks, but forever in the back of my mind lived that irrational roadster and that beautiful irresponsible coupe.
With the arrival of retirement and those "golden years" everything changed. I lost my wife to a disease that none of the doctors could defeat. That was hard. But before she left she told me to keep on living, to enjoy that part of life that we were supposed to share together, but could not. And she told me not to pass on love if it came around again. Yeah, right.
Our little house in the forest echoed from the loneliness. I still fed the birds and filled up the water troughs for the elk and deer. The sun still set behind the mountains every evening. And I went through the motions. I watched sadly as the runaway inflation devalued our savings, and I knew that I would never willingly give what was left to that damned government when I died. So I resolved to live, to enjoy, and to spend the money, not responsibly, for the time I had left. Our kids were all functioning adults and they didn't need what we had saved. Then my dad died and another chunk of change fell to me. I set up the automatic deductions for my favorite charities and then paid much of the rest in taxes. I knew I could then play with the rest.
Out of the blue I learned that some folks were making a replica of that Cobra coupe if ya wanted to write the big check. And I looked in the mirror and I could see my wife standing beside me in the reflection, and she said, "What the fuck! Why not? Don't just wait to die. Have some fun."
So I wrote the check. And then I waited nearly a year before the call came. My car finally was ready. So I booked the shuttle ride down to the Valley and there I sat waiting by the front door when the smiling dealer showed up. I wrote a few more checks, signed the stack of papers, visited the DMV with the dealer to grease the skids there, and then listened to a few tips designed to keep me from killing myself in the first hour in a 2900 pound car with over 500 horsepower. This car is slightly more civilized than those built in 1965 to race at Le Mans, but since they make them for nostalgia-drunk old farts like me, they let it live to be very much the brute that the original was. That's exactly what I wanted.
Hours passed as we wrapped up things. Finally, I got the handshake from the dealer and headed north on the interstate. I killed almost an hour grabbing a burger at the In & Out at the exit that also had the filling station where I topped off the tank. Seems everybody there had questions about my car. Back on the road I busied myself learning the car. Still breaking in the engine, I kept it below 4500 RPM, but even with that limit I was impressed by the performance and handling.
But now i guess I should talk about how I got a naked girl in the other seat.
The highway climbs 6000 feet from Scottsdale to Flagstaff. Actually there are several long climbs and descents. Services are rare along the route. It is a pretty drive, but also a desolate one. The first of two rest areas sits atop a wide plateau. I took advantage of it to drain my tank of unneeded used coffee.
I parked close to the "little house" so I could keep an eye on the car. Walking back through the soft drink and candy machines I looked up to see the small crowd surrounding my car. I pulled up a picnic table to watch. The state trooper had also stopped to visit the "little house" and he stood next to me.
"Your car?"
"Yeah. Just picked it up today. Guess I need to learn to be comfortable with people looking at it."
"It is a pretty thing. Just what is it?"
So I told him the story of the car. He had some questions. We walked over to it and I lifted the front body work to show him the engine.
"Looks like it will get up and go."
"Yeah. I have to remember to be a good boy."
The officer had a question, "Which way you goin'?"
He volunteered that he was heading south, but he mentioned there would be a traffic control unit watching for speeders north near Camp Verde. I smiled and thanked him for the good advice. He smiled back and nodded.
"Drive carefully."
I noticed some of the people around my car left when the officer showed. Bending over looking into the car through the windows were four young ladies dressed for the hot weather, in shorts and revealing tops. Two blondes, one short haired and one long. The redhead was covered with freckles and the long haired black haired girl was strikingly beautiful. The long haired blonde gal and the black haired woman had embarrassingly surgically enhanced breasts and tons of unneeded makeup. I tried to be discreet but I admit that they all flashed me without hesitation when I opened the door so they could see inside the car. The one who caught my eye was the gal with short blonde hair wearing the camo tank top. She had to know she was giving me a show when she leaned into the car, but apparently she didn't mind when her tits almost fell out of her top. I didn't mind either.
Turns out their minivan parked next to my car was a rental and it had overheated on the long climb up onto the plateau. The hood was up and steam poured out. Smelled like heck of course. The sliding side door was open and I could see what looked like a large speaker on the floor, the kind they hooked up to an electric guitar. I'm a little dense and I figured they had a little four gal band. The little blonde girl saw me looking at their mini-van. She hesitated for a moment and then spoke,
"Are you driving north? We are supposed to perform at a party tonight up in Flag, but with the van dead we probably cannot make it. The rental agency is sending up another van but they said four hours before they could line up a driver and get the replacement up here."
She added, "If we no show the party the word will get around and we won't get any more gigs up there."
She stood directly in front of me, perhaps a bit closer than I would normally feel comfortable with, but she smiled so sweetly, what I might describe as disarmingly. She was uncommonly attractive, a pretty smiling face, those nipples peering at me outlined by the filmy fabric of her top, that provocative pose, and when her hand gently grasped my right arm she had my undivided attention.
"And you need a ride?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind."
"I only have one available seat."
"It would just be me."
"So, you aren't part of a four girl band heading up to Flagstaff for a party?"
She looked at me quizzically. Then I saw the lights go on in her eyes.
"No silly, we are dancers. It's a bachelor party, and I can keep things going until the other girls get there if you are sweet enough to give me a ride."
There was that smile again. I could see how she might get most anything she wanted just with that smile. And those tits.
"And you don't need much luggage for your dancing."
"Got that right. I was born in my costume, so to speak."
"Well OK then, shall we get going?"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you."
She had a big purse rather than a suitcase. It went behind the passenger seat easily. She slid into the seat as I held the door, like a proper gentleman. She gave me that smile again. I closed the door gently.
I scooted around the car, noted the wistful looks the other three girls flashed at their friend, and I also noticed the slight scowl I got from the guy who had been driving their van. He was a stout fellow who had not sparred any funds that could go toward tats.
As I buckled my seat belt, I mentioned her driver.
"Your driver doesn't seem thrilled about this."
"Oh, he doesn't like the heat here. He drives us but he also kinda hangs around when we dance so nobody gets out of line, if you get my drift."
"Got it. Will you be OK tonight without his protection?"
"Probably"
"Probably?"
"Yeah.....Probably."
I let it go at that.
The ancestors of my car were built to race back in the 1960's, and so the controls and switches involved in starting the engine remained the same. I switched on the electrical system and the fuel pump toggle switches. I heard the fuel pump hum. The red toggle activated the starter motor. The engine caught immediately. I tapped the pedal and 510 horses awoke. The side pipes have just a bit of baffle to tame the sounds that emerge right outside the windows.
"Holy crap!!"
She noticed.
I checked the oil pressure gauge, flicked on the switch for the radiator fans, and then I released the parking brake.
"Ready?"
"Hell, yes."
Reverse gear, quick check of the mirrors, and then I backed out into the parking lot. Nobody tried to sneak up behind me. First gear, and with a slip of the clutch and we slowly drove south through the parking area. The road looped back on itself, and I hit second gear. Passing under the freeway I found the entrance ramp for I-17 north. Still in first gear, I headed up the ramp.
"You feel the need for speed?"
"Yeeaahh"
The break-in for the engine was 300 miles, so I was limited to 4500 RPM. Even with that limit we did zero to 60 in a smidge over four seconds. She was impressed. And the engine sounds through those side pipes made the music that justified my decision not to put a radio in the car.
I settled in right on the 75 speed limit. The young lady was panting.
"My name is Frank"
"Jackie"
"Nice to meet ya."
Remember that part where I was watching Jackie's tits jiggling their happy way under that thin camo fabric. Well, this is where it began. And moments later Jackie peeled off her top and then wiggled out of those cargo shorts. And I was surprised by this.
"It's nice with the air conditioning, but I like to bask in the sun. Hope you don't mind."
She lay back in her seat, in that suit she was born in, legs spread. All the important parts were available to my eyes. I tried to keep the car in the same lane for a while. Her tits still jiggled and her pussy lips glistened in the sun. The semi I passed heading up one of the hills honked his horn.
"That driver likes you."
"Of course he does. That is not important. What I'd like to know is if you do."
"Oh yeah, I like this just fine."
"I want to thank you for giving me this ride. I can't pay you, but I can do this."
Jackie pulled my right hand off the steering wheel and pulled my arm over to her side. She placed my hand on her left breast. It was warm and soft and smooth, with that firm erect nipple rubbing against my palm. I liked this, but she acted as if she liked it more. I figured some of that was for show, but who can tell for sure these days.
Jackie's left hand could reach my right leg and she was soon busy with gently sliding her finger tips up and down my inner thigh. That was a waker-upper. When she turned toward me and leaned over the center console between us, her hand slipped all the way up my thigh to that thing that was actively responding to her stimulation. She kneeled on her seat and then had two hands to work on my belt and zipper. I needed to say something.
"You don't have to do this you know. I am happy to just give you a ride."
"What if I want to???"
She had my guy out and he was reaching full potential in her hands. At least the full potential for a guy my age. Felt good of course, but she was in no danger from me. Assault with a dead weapon, they used to say in the oldest joke in the book. But that didn't stop her. She must have been part contortionist to bend herself over the center console and get her head into my lap to wrap her lips around my partial erection.
I remembered that sensation from my past. All those sensations.
Jackie had clearly mastered the art of sucking cock. I could easily reach her moist pussy with her on her hands and knees attending to me, and I kept my other hand on the steering wheel. My fingers probed into her and then slid along her pussy lips to her clit, spreading her juices to where they did the most good. She soon was squirming and pressing herself into my hand. And she sucked harder and faster.
I felt those familiar sensations, and then the burn. I was reaching the point of no return when she lifted her head and arched her back as she came with some utterances in another language. Three more times and she was done. Her lips quickly returned to sucking me and I just as quickly came into her mouth. She sucked me dry, which had always been the best part for me. And I had stayed in my lane on the freeway. Some miracle.
Jackie had returned to her seat, slouching with her legs spread and knees up, gently fingering herself. She turned her head to smile at me. I checked my mirrors for cops, and my watch to see if we were on schedule to get her to her party on schedule. I adjusted our speed to some over legal, and with so many others doing the usual 20 over the limit in the hammer lane I thought we'd be OK.
"Frank, you're an amazing man! I would have never guessed your age if you had not told me. I date all kinds of men, mostly older....and some also have fabulous long, low sports cars like your's. Most have a bunch of money to spend on me, but you are different. You are nice, and from what I just did with you, you are not selfish or mean. I like that."
I noted that she was still playing with herself, her fingers moving around between her thighs, and the other hand rubbing the tip of her left nipple.
"May I?"
I reached over to substitute my fingers for hers on her left breast.
"Oh yeah, please."
Her head rolled to the left, her eyes closed and lips parted. That hand playing in her pussy was clearly pressing in with increasing enthusiasm. Jackie's mouth opened and she grunted herself into another spasm of pleasure. I gave that nipple a good squeeze and that sent her to the moon. This one lasted a while, and then she went limp.
I checked my mirrors again and then the gauges on the dashboard. We were in good shape, as was Jackie. She had removed her hand from her pussy. So I gently placed mine in its place. She shuddered a bit when she felt me arrive.
"Oh!! Hi there."
"This OK?"
"Oh yeah! I'm not near done."
So I continued to help her enjoy the afternoon as my new car hurried us toward Flagstaff. What a joy for me. My fingers gently playing with Jackie, her soft pussy lips, so moist and slippery, the heat radiating from her, the intoxicating scents, the little nub that sent shivers through her and triggered those gasps and moans, sometimes slipping inside, otherwise time spent tracing the lips, a light butterfly landing there. Jackie didn't seem to have any limits. She was well up on the pleasure chart and as we played together, she remained there.
I finally had to stop pleasuring her when we headed down that long downgrade south of Camp Verde. Time to watch for the state trooper who would likely be parked in the median strip just ahead.
"Hate to say it, but you need to get yourself dressed. We are coming to civilization."
"Oh, OK. If I have to."
The trooper was on duty watching the traffic at the bottom of the long downhill, as expected. My speedometer needle rested one MPH below the limit. We breezed past like good citizens. Just under an hour later we left the interstate and entered the city of Flagstaff.
Jackie had put the address into my phone and we headed for the house by following the directions. It was on the other side of town in the high rent area, set in the forest amid a smatter of small mansions. Our destination was the log and stone building with the five chimneys and the six car garage. Somebody was doing well in their life. Numerous cars and pickups were parked along the 100 yard driveway. I pulled under the high roof that defined the entry way.
"Frank, can you come in with me? Leo, you met Leo at the rest area. He drives us and then he hangs around so that we girls can feel safe. The guys at these parties get kinda drunk and then they don't behave. Just having someone standing there to remind them seems to help."
"Sure, I guess. If Leo and the girls manage to get here, I can bail then."
"Thank you, thank you."
Of course they had valet parking. I wasn't thrilled to turn over the car to one of them, but after I chided the young man he promised that he would give me back the car in one piece. Jackie pulled out her large purse and we headed in. We were greeted at the front door by the best man, Randy.
"So, you're it. Your boss called and said the other three girls won't make it. I'm not happy."
"I'm sorry. The van we rented blew up. I'm sorry."
"Dan is only going to get married one time. This party is going to be special, but it's up to you to make it special. Make sure you do, or you won't get paid."
Jackie glowered at him. He gave back about the smarmiest smile I've ever seen. Then his mouth opened.
"I'm an attorney. Don't try to argue with me."
Jackie was ready to lay into him. So I stepped up.
"An attorney. Who-da-thunk it. You have an agreement which this young lady will do her very best to uphold. But you have declared that you have the power to take advantage of her and still not pay her. Where do you practice law?"
"I'm an associate with Hankfors, Judith, and Person. I'm on the fast track for partner."
"I'm impressed. But not the way you expect. How would it go over with your firm if this young lady showed up at your office shouting that you stiffed a stripper because you are a cheap bastard, and a pervert? Come on Jackie; let's hit the road."
"Wait a minute. Wait!! I was just kidding. Honest. We are really looking forward to having you here with us tonight. And I will see to it that you are well compensated."
"What do you think, Jackie?"
"Frank, you are way nicer than Leo. Randy...he woulda punched out your lights."
"Please, folIow me; we have a room for you to wait until we surprise Dan when you come out. We will have him blindfolded on a chair and we hope you can dance and tease him, and there will be a bonus in it for you if you can do him a little extra, if you get my drift."
Jackie smiled at him.
"I know what I'm doing, believe it or not. Will I have time for a shower? It's already been a long day."
"We have pizza coming. You can dance after we eat."
I slithered in, "You can bring a pizza in for us, too. That would be nice."
Randy had one more thing. He held out a box of condoms. Jackie smiled.
"If it's alright, I brought my own. I take better care of myself than I expect you would."
Randy looked relieved as he left. I wandered around what seemed to be a guest bedroom, with a fireplace, king bed, its own bathroom with jetted tub and a huge shower complete with green plants dangling down the sides. I was checking out the shower when Jackie showed up. She was quite naked again. She looked good enough to eat. She was the most comfortable with being naked woman I had ever met.
"Jackie, how long have you been dancing?"
"Only about a year. I couldn't dance until I turned 18 last March."
"You're 19 years old."
"Yep"
"Amazing"
"I've worked a couple of clubs but the best money comes from private parties like this."
"This is none of my business but what do you want to be when you grow up?"
"It's OK. I'm finishing my second year at State. I'm pre-med. I want to go into pediatric surgery. So far I haven't needed to borrow a cent to pay for my education. Do you have a problem with me?"
"Nope. Not at all. I worked my way through college shoveling bull shit. Literally. If you can get an education without hanging a half mil around your neck for the rest of your life, I'm good with that. I only asked because you seem to be real comfortable in your lovely skin."
"Not completely, but I am in control. When the time comes I will stop"
"Of that I have no doubt."
"Sorry, but it's time for me to morph into performer mode."
She sped past me, headed nakedly for the bathroom. Jackie looked almost as good from the back as she did from the front. I heard the shower turn on right when the knock on the door announced the arrival of one pepperoni pizza. A proper gentleman would have waited for Jackie to join me, but it was pizza after all. I downed one piece immediately.
Jackie was lightly ruffling her hair with a towel when she came back into the room. Again, that was all she wore. My poor cock kept getting these wake up calls. This time she noticed him.
"Do you need me to fix that problem for you?"
She walked over and began stroking him through my jeans. She didn't wait for an answer as she began tugging on my belt.
"You don't have to ya know."
"Shut up."
She stopped talking as her mouth was otherwise occupied. Jackie was turning this into the most exciting day I'd seen in a while. And what I saw was the top of her blonde head, with glances at her luscious breasts. She was concentrating with lips and tongue on the head of my cock as her fingers stroked him and she tickled my balls. No way was I going to postpone my response to this. Afterwards, it was all I could do to not curl up and take a nap.
"Young lady.....I keep thanking you...But that's OK."
"Nah, I'm just thanking you."
I poured myself into the couch and watched Jackie get dressed. She put on a black G-string and then this filmy see through skimpy black bra. Thigh high black nylons came on next. Her dress was one of those little black things that a lady with her figure could wear anywhere and not one guy would object. Then a pair of black high heels, the kind they call "come fuck me pumps". Then she sat in front of a mirror to apply just a wee bit of make up. Very light red lipstick. "Yeah, don't want anyone going home to the little lady with lipstick on his dick."
She laughed. I just smiled and shook my head. Right then came the knock on the door. They were ready for Jackie. I followed them down the hall.
Dan was sitting on a straight backed chair in the center of a large room, his eyes covered by a folded red bandana. About 20 similar chairs were arranged in a semi-circle in front of him. Some of the men were already sitting, and the others sat down when Jackie walked into the room. Everybody held a drink. Or two. I took a post leaning against the wall next to the door, so I was on Dan's left with the audience between us extending to my left. The music volume increased, and the men began to cheer as Jackie danced her way into the center of the room, right in front of Dan.
She worked the room first, doing a little wiggle or spin in front of each man. She put her hands on some of their shoulders and leaned in to rub her breasts against their faces. The volume of shouted encouragement grew. Completing the half circle, Jackie approached the sitting Dan. She circled around behind him, and then placed both hands on his shoulders. He jumped a little, but smiled. A cheer went up as she put a hand on his forehead and pressed the back of his head between her breasts, and then rubbed them thoroughly with his hair.
Straightening up, Jackie circled in front of Dan, never letting her hand leave its touch as it traced around his head until it brushed his cheek. She bent over to rub her breasts across his face. That brought a cheer, as did the work of her hands unbuttoning his shirt. After spreading open the shirt, she traced her fingers around and then over his nipples. Then she leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. She plopped into his lap, giving a little lap dance to wake him up. Crossing her legs repeatedly entertained the audience as she exaggerated the swing of he leg to grant a quick view of her G-string. A cheer went up. She stood up and tugged off Dan's blindfold. He checked her, head to toe, and then went to her breasts.
Jackie whispered in his ear, turned around, and Dan reached up to pull down the zipper on the back of her dress. She quickly pulled it over her head before the cheering guys, and turned to face Dan. That black bra was nearly transparent and her breasts with those erect nipples were right in his face. She took hold of his hands and placed them on her breasts. Cheers erupted. Dan undid the clasp at the back and after holding the tiny fabric against her skin, Jackie suddenly threw it away to reveal those two breasts. Yet another cheer went out.
She sat down on Dan's lap again, this time facing him. She put his hands on her breasts again, and then leaned forward to press one nipple into his face. He took it into his mouth for a good sucking.
Jackie stood and backed away, then turned to prance in front of the semi-circle of seated men, giving all a good look. Returning to Dan, she pulled off her shoes and stepped up on the chair, placing her feet on the seat next to his legs. When she pressed that G-string into his mouth the house went nuts. Un-hooking one side, Jackie dropped the now limp tiny scrap of fabric so she could now push her pussy against his face with no impediment. I saw his tongue lash out. She waited until he was done before pulling back. Dan had the totally silly grin on his face. Pretty sure he had no clue that marriage was gonna be nothing like this.
After prancing around the room again, this time totally naked, Jackie returned to Dan, extended her hands and when he grasped them she pulled him to his feet. Kneeling, before him she rubbed his legs up to his crotch, and then found the obvious bulge there. It grew as she gave it all her attention. When she tried to wrap her lips around the bulge it got real loud in the room. As she quickly undid his belt and pulled down the zipper the room grew quiet. One button and then the pants went down to his knee. His cock sprang up in Jackie's face. A few strokes, a look of amazement on her face followed by a quick kiss on the tip. She pushed him back until he sat back on the chair.
Somehow she had palmed the condom into her mouth. Pulling it out she started it on to his cock and then finished the job with her mouth, taking in his rather large hard-on deep into her throat. A cheer went up.
I can vouch for her skills. Jackie displayed them. She worked on him slowly, teasing and even stopping a couple of times, and then I saw her step up her game. Dan was grinning like a freshman just getting his first suck on a tit. I watched as his cock went in and out of her mouth. She was working harder and faster, audibly sucking harder. Dan noticed, and as his eyes closed he tensed, groaned a bit, and he shot his load into that condom. Jackie stroked him and continued to suck until he was done. She rang his bell pretty well. Backing away, she looked down on one satisfied soon to be bride groom. She smiled and looked luscious standing there naked.
For the next three hours Jackie worked the room. Nobody who liked the sight of naked beauty was left out. She sat on laps, laid across laps, enjoyed some pretty personal physical attention as hands played across all her attractive parts, and drawing the line when one tried to stick his finger into her. Sure enough, it was Randy.
The box of condoms Jackie brought held 25. One by one, in dark corners, the guest bedroom, or right there in the chairs she nearly emptied the box. Each man in turn enjoyed a quick blow job. I heard no complaints. From time to time she passed by me, smiled, and slipped me the stack of "tips" she had collected. Only three men declined the experience. A few went for twice. The stack of "tips" grew, and Jackie's tuition fund grew. Three hours later the room was littered with spilled drinks, condom wrappers, at least one lonely pair of jockey shorts, and the recumbent bodies of passed out drunks, at least two with their pants still down around their knees .
It was time to leave. A quick shower and Jackie dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt because the high altitude in Flagstaff had chilled the air. I got my car back intact. I drove Jackie to her motel where we found that the reservation had been cancelled. We stood outside the motel office in the chill dark.
"Now what?" She asked.
"I have a spare bedroom if you trust me."
"Oh I trust you fine. But you have done so much for me. I don't want to intrude."
"My dog loves company. Get in the car."
Thirty minutes later we were on the other side of the mountains, pulling into my garage. The dog greeted us at the door. She was more than ready to be let outside. We stood out there for a short while taking in the star show, so much grander at that altitude and near a city that turns off the lights at night. Later I cooked up a quick egg scramble for us, and then showed Jackie to her room. The dog flipped a coin and headed in with her. I smiled and headed to my big empty bed.
I awoke about two. I was a sandwich, with the dog tight to one side and a very naked Jackie snuggled under my arm on the other, plastered against me. It was the warm hand on my cock that woke me. Amazingly, my guy arose to the occasion for a third time. This night we made love rather than just having sex. It was nice. And then she snuggled in for the night. Had she been a cat, she would have been purring.
This was the beginning of an unusual relationship. But a good one.
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