Message-ID: <14849eli$9808290114@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: viper_2000@my-dejanews.com Subject: Repost: A Day At The Races (FF) 1/2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6s6o44$qgo$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> I Didn't Write This, I'm just reposting it... ----------------------------------------------- "A Day at the Races" Colleen was really into auto racing. She and a group of her friends went every Friday night to a race track 100 miles or so away, cheering wildly as they followed the action. The past year Colleen her begun to wonder if there was any way that she, herself, could become part of the excitement of an auto race, and not just be a spectator. Then one week, everyone else in her little group had other plans, and Colleen faced the long drive to the race track alone. She decided that this weekend, she would try to be more than just a spectator. She knew she could buy a pass to the area inside the track where the drivers and crews worked on the cars. Arriving, she paid her fee, got her pass, and wandered in a happy daze through the crowded infield. The roar of engines being tuned, the odor of gasoline, oil, and exhaust was somehow exciting. At the start of one race, she climbed up onto a platform where members of the various car's crews watched the race, talking to their drivers by radio. The race was wild. Colleen cheered wildly as a blue car, which had begun the race at the very end of the line, weaved expertly through the mass of roaring machinery, passing the last car just as the checkered flag waved. The blue car had gone from last to first, winning the race. Colleen had never seen driving like that. Wanting to meet this wonderful race driver, she climbed down and ran to where the winner's area was. The blue car pulled in off the track, and the driver climbed out the window. To Colleen's amazement, a woman's face smiled back as the cameras flashed. The blue car was driven by a woman her own age. She couldn't believe it. She just stood there, watching as the crowd faded away as the next race began. Staring at the woman, at the powerful race car she had climbed out of. Amazing. And then she realized she was the only one remaining. The crowd's attention had been drawn to the next race. The woman looked back at her with curiosity. "Can I help you?", she asked. Colleen turned red. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought that was a wonderful race, and I just wanted to congratulate you..." Her voice trailed off as the woman gazed at her, smiling happily. "Well, thank you very much", the woman said. "Do you come here every Friday?" Colleen nodded. "I've never seen you before", the woman added. "Um, I'm just a spectator. I mean, I usually sit over there and watch with my friends, but they couldn't make it, and so..." She motioned to the grandstands on the outside of the track. "...and so you decided to see what it was like in here?" Her eyes widening at the woman's understanding, Colleen nodded. The woman nodded back. "I know exactly how you feel. I was like that, too. Now I'm here". She grinned, pointing to the car, to the winner's circle she stood in. This is what I want, thought Colleen. She did it. I can do it. The woman looked at her closely. "Do you know anything about cars?" Colleen blushed and, looking at the ground, shook her head. "Not much", she muttered. "But I learn fast", she added, looking back up at the woman defiantly. The woman nodded. "I'll bet you do. I do a lot of things fast too." She paused for a moment. "How would you like to help me?" YIPPEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!, screamed Colleen to herself. I'm here. I'm going to be part of the action. Her head bobbing furiously up and down, she said yes, she would love it. The woman laughed, and Colleen found her first job was to help push the car back to the woman's trailer. To her sheer delight, the woman asked Colleen if she would be interested in helping the next week as well. Ecstatic, Colleen readily agreed. The woman gave her a small card to show at the gate, and she wouldn't have to buy a pass. Proudly, Colleen looked at the card, which had the woman's car number and the words "PIT CREW" in bold letters. As the woman said goodbye, she finally realized she didn't know the woman's name. They laughingly introduced each other. The woman's name was Julie. During the next week, Colleen carried the card everywhere, but kept it secret. One by one the gang called, asking what time they were to meet. Smugly, Colleen said she wasn't going with them. If pressed, Colleen would only say she had to work. The following Friday, Colleen wore faded jeans and a man's work shirt, per Julie's instructions. Also as per Julie, she packed a small bag with a change of clothes, just in case. As she drove to the race track, it was all she could do to keep herself from speeding. Arriving, she grinned widely at the gate and showed her card. The guard smiled back and waved her through. Colleen parked her car and searched around until she found Julie's trailer. Julie was inside, getting ready to roll the car out. They greeted each other warmly, and they got the car ready. Then, to Colleen's disbelief, Julie asked her if she'd like to go for a ride in the race car. Feeling as if she'd gone to heaven, Colleen breathlessly agreed. Julie said it would only be one lap, while she checked out the car's handling. Colleen didn't care. She was getting a ride in a RACE CAR. Julie laughed as she tried to help Colleen climb through the passenger window. Race cars had no doors, she pointed out. Colleen sat in a heavy racing seat, and Julie fastened all the safety belts, apologizing profusely as she tightened an uncomfortable belt that pressed tightly into Colleen's crotch. This was so she didn't slide out in an accident, Julie said. Then Colleen watched as Julie climbed in beside her and fastened all her own belts. As the engine roared to life, Colleen could feel a powerful throb between her legs. Oh, this was going to be great, she thought. Julie pulled onto the track and, seeing it clear of traffic, quickly accelerated. Eyes wide in fear and wonder, Colleen held on as Julie zoomed around the track, faster than anything Colleen had ever imagined in her life. God, she thought, it really doesn't LOOK that fast from the stands. She knew she could never go back to just watching. Unaware that she was screaming, yelling, whooping and hollering, Colleen rode with Julie around the race track. Adrenaline pumped freely into her system. Pulling back in, they unfastened the belts and awkwardly climbed out. Colleen jabbered constantly, eyes shining. Julie just smiled knowingly and let her ramble on. As they stepped into the trailer to wash up a bit, Colleen said, "My God, it doesn't look like it from where I usually am, but you're going so FAST out there...". She paused, breathless, carried away by waves of excitement at what she had just experienced. Julie looked at her for just a second. Then, in an odd voice, she said, "I do a lot of things fast, Colleen." Without another word, she came close to Colleen and kissed her on the cheek. As the adrenaline coursing through her met head-on with sudden embarrassment, Colleen's entire body shivered uncontrollably. She felt her cheeks turning bright red as Julie smiled gently at her. Slowly, Colleen reached up, and softly touched the spot where Julie had kissed her. She took her hand away and looked at it curiously, then looked in wonder at Julie. "That's for helping me tonight", Julie said. Colleen couldn't answer. Quickly, Julie was all business again, and Colleen soon forgot the awkward moment as they worked to prepare the car for the race. Julie's car had no radio, but as she went out onto the track for her race, Colleen climbed up into the platform with the rest of the crew members. Colleen kept running that phrase through her mind, relishing it, cherishing it. Crew member. The race began, Julie starting eighth. Colleen cheered as Julie climbed to third. Then, just as Julie's car passed by Colleen's vantage point, it happened. Colleen saw the car behind Julie bump Julie's car. She watched, dumbstruck, as Julie's car slowly started to spin around. The car which had struck her darted inside and passed Julie as the blue car slid off the track and slammed backwards into the concrete barrier which surrounded the entire circuit. As emergency equipment responded, Colleen screamed. Colleen scrambled down from the platform, almost hysterical. She soon saw the lights of the ambulance as it careened up to the track's small medical facility. As Colleen ran to the building, the ambulance doors opened. To her immense relief, she saw Julie climb out stiffly. Surprised to feel the hot tears on her face, Colleen ran up to Julie and stopped cold, suddenly realizing that maybe hugging her was not a good idea at this point. Julie looked up tiredly and, seeing Colleen, gave her a sad, gentle smile as she was led into the medical building. Colleen waited impatiently. Finally the door opened and a man in a white lab coat came out, introducing himself as Doctor Something-or-other. "Do you know Julie?", he asked. "I'm her pit crew.", Colleen answered proudly. The doctor nodded and said she couldn't drive home, she was shaken but fine otherwise. He went back inside, and a moment later Julie appeared, looking pale. With Julie ignoring Colleen's questions, they slowly walked back to the trailer. Julie's car was there already. To Colleen's amazement, Julie looked it over, saying that this and that had to be fixed. With difficulty, they loaded the car onto the trailer. Nervously, Colleen realized she would have to drive this big truck and trailer to Julie's house. When she mentioned the doctor's instructions, she was stunned when Julie sharply cut her off. "I heal fast", she snapped. Curtly telling Colleen she would see her next week, she tried to climb into the truck. Colleen grabbed her. Staring at Colleen with wide eyes, stunned, Julie didn't know what to say. Now that it came down to it, neither did Colleen. They looked at each other for several seconds before Colleen finally spoke up. "I'm driving you home", she said flatly. After a long silence, Julie slowly nodded. Colleen nervously drove the big truck and trailer to Julie's house, about half an hour away. Parking it, she yawned as she climbed out of the truck. Julie stumbled as she got out, and Colleen ran around to help her. She led Julie inside. Julie tiredly pointed out that there was no sense in Colleen driving all the way home. She led Colleen straight to a small guest room, and allowed Colleen to wash up first. As Colleen came out of the bathroom, Julie met her in the hall. She looked gratefully at Colleen, and whispered, "Thank you." Then, to Colleen's consternation, Julie came close and kissed her lightly, quickly, on the lips. Without another word, she turned and disappeared into the bathroom. Colleen stood stunned. Julie had kissed her again! This time on the lips! She sure had a strange way of showing gratitude, Colleen thought, as she felt herself blushing deeply. Or maybe it's... no. Exhausted, too tired to puzzle over Julie's behaviour, Colleen fell asleep. The next morning, Julie made no mention of the kiss, and Colleen decided to pass it off as well. Julie hustled her quickly out the door, and they looked the car over. Julie then drove Colleen back to the race track. As they said goodbye, Julie said she would be expecting Colleen's help the next race! Colleen knew there was no way the car would be ready in a week, but the following Friday found her showing her crew pass at the gate. She was shocked to find Julie's car gleaming next to the trailer. She stood there staring at the car in amazement as Juli came out of the trailer and smiled. "How...How did you DO all that?" Julie's smile turned a bit mysterious, and she chuckled softly. "Like I said", she answered, "there's a lot of things I do fast." Julie didn't say a word about the previous week. Qualifying to run in a special race after the normal racing completed, it was very late as they loaded the trailer. Exhausted, they sat in the trailer. Julie quietly asked Colleen if she would like to spend the night at her place, since it was a lot closer. Tired, dirty, and not looking forward to a long drive, Colleen nodded. She followed Julie's truck in her own car. Julie parked the truck and trailer next to her garage, and Colleen followed her inside, able to look around for the first time. As she went into the living room, Colleen gasped. A dozen or so racing trophies adorned various shelves and tables. Picking one up, she asked Julie what "Powder Puff" meant. Julie's reaction stunned her. Grabbing the trophy from her, Julie slammed it back to the shelf, snarling that when she had begun racing several years ago, she was the only woman. Other tracks, that had more women racers, had special races just for women, called "PowderPuff" races. The only reason she kept that trophy, Julie said, was to get herself worked up before a race, build her desire to win. "I'm NOT any goddamned powderpuff", she said. Just as quickly, Julie's anger died. "I'm a woman", she said quietly. "I might drive race cars, but I'm a woman." Looking at Colleen strangely, she whispered, "Remember that." Then she turned toward a hallway, and Colleen heard her say, "I'm taking a shower", as she disappeared. Colleen remained standing, looking at the various plaques and trophies. After a while, she heard something behind her. Turning, she froze. Julie stood framed in the entrance to the hallway. Lit from behind by the hall light, Julie wore only a soft, silk robe, which was open, revealing the silk bra and panties beneath. Her arms were pressed against the door frame. Colleen didn't know what to think. "I'm a woman, Colleen. And so are you. I think you'll feel better after a shower as well." Moving aside, she let the stunned Colleen walk slowly past her, Colleen staring at Julie with wide eyes. She was still staring back over her shoulder as she went into the bathroom. Colleen stood in the shower. As the hot water beat against her, washing away the grime, she gradually felt herself relax, felt the uneasiness at Julie's odd behaviour drain away. Feeling better, she turned off the water and got out, reaching for a towel. She dried herself off and reached for her clothes. They weren't there. In their place was a soft white silk robe, white silk panties, and a white silk bra. Colleen felt the color draining from her face, felt the goosebumps as she remembered Julie's two quick, 'friendly' kisses. My God, she thought, what have I gotten myself into? She held up the panties, and in spite of herself, the smoothness of the fabric fascinated her. Closing her eyes, not really sure she was doing this, Colleen put them on. Oh, they were so soft. They felt so nice. The bra next. These are so nice. Colleen shivered as the lacy fabric slid over her breasts, and she felt her face flush as her nipples became erect. So soft. And even the gown. Colleen studied herself in the mirror. Pit crew. She smiled. Woman. Her smile grew. Suddenly, she shivered. Julie was waiting in the living room. Wearing silk, just like her. The image of Julie climbing from the race car wearing only silk underwear made Colleen chuckle. Then, as she gazed at her reflection, she felt something deep within her awaken. I am a woman, she thought. As she fixed her eyes on the image of her hardening nipples, she nodded to herself. Yes. I'm all woman. Slowly, she lifted her hands, pausing, wanting to feel the anticipation of the silk against her fingers. Closing her eyes, she gently pressed her hands against the silk bra, squeezing her breasts ever so lovingly... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----