Message-ID: <20864eli$9903300223@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Wreck - Part 5 of 10 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII 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: <4d6603fa.370046ab@aol.com> Chapter 5 - Breaking an Engagement I'm late getting to work. I don't care. My whole world has gone to shit within the last twelve hours and all because of that long- legged woman that Brad is talking to, as I pull into the parking lot. I park my truck and walk over to look at her car, seeing that nasty little dent that Donna put into her door. It can be easily fixed - a lot easier than my problem can be fixed. Brad and Marcy are laughing as I approach them. Marcy laughs as she repeats, "So Brad thought the reason that you are a little late this morning, is because of little old me. I told him that we ran into your sugar pie and that you had your hands full when I left you two love birds working out your differences in the parking lot. What's that scratch on your face and that big red spot on your neck? You didn't kiss and make up with her, did you?" I ignore her question as I try to figure out what really happened, "Listen, we've got to talk. I can't have another night like last night." "Well, honey, if you are truthful to both of your women, you wouldn't be in trouble." "I don't have two women and you're right. I learned to turn over a new leaf last night. From now on, I'm walking the straight and narrow." Turning to Brad, I ask, "Donna said that someone called her and squealed on me last night. Did you see anyone there that might want to cause trouble between Donna and me?" "No, just me. Why would anyone do that to you?" Marcy steps forward and leans against me as she sniffs me, then she whispers, "I can smell her on you and it's not her perfume that I'm smelling - she sat on your face, didn't she? You're pussy whipped. Too bad it's the wrong pussy." Turning away from me toward Brad, she continues, "Brad, you said that you don't mind taking me back to my motel while lover boy works on my car?" Brad looks at me as if to say "What the fuck? Over?" then says, "We'll take the Camaro." I glare at both of them. Marcy whispers in a very seductive tone of voice, "When you get your balls back, come looking for me. I want to fuck you just to show you what you're missing now." I watch as she strides across the parking lot, watching her nice ass, feeling my little head think for me again. ****** "Hi, Lucille, I called Jimmy to talk to him about a major problem that I've got and his answering machine said that he's on travel. What's going on?" "Jimmy's working on a research project and needed to leave for awhile. I don't have a phone number but I'll have him call you when he checks in with me the next time." After talking to her for a few minutes, I lay back on my pillow, worried about the mess that I'm in. I'm wishing that Jimmy was here so that I can talk to him. He's always going to be my best friend and someone that I can trust to steer me right. I pick up the phone and call Donna, telling her that I'm on my way over there to talk to her. I'm determined that I will explain things to her, that she will understand and then we'll call this damn marriage off. ****** I pass the platter of chicken to Donna's father. Sitting around the table is Donna's whole family and she's cooked dinner again. I'm finding myself in another situation where I can't get out easily. The two smaller kids are giggling because they know that Donna spent the night at my place last night and that somehow, we have become engaged. Her mother is telling me cute stories that I've heard a million times about Donna's childhood and her father is talking about the future of me owing my own garage someday. They are accepting me as a future son-in-law. Jumping to my feet when the atmosphere gets so damn marriage oriented that I can't stand it, I stammer "Look, I don't know how to say this, but I'm not ready to get married. I'm sorry, but sometimes things are said in a moment of passion which can easily be misunderstood." For five seconds, that dining room is silent, except for a muttered "shit" by the twelve year old brother. Then Donna stands up and runs from the room, bawling again as she heads to her bedroom. Her mother runs after her as her father stares at me like I'm some type of big fool. Her little brother wisely suggests, "I don't think you want to be here when she comes back out." I walk out of her parent's house as fast as I can. Starting my truck, I spin the wheels as I floorboard the gas pedal for my little truck and head for the Cowboy Cafe. Brad and Marcy are dancing on the crowded dance floor. I stand at the bar for two songs, watching them dance, then step onto the dance floor as a slow song starts, asking Brad "May I cut in?" Brad's smile turns to a friendly frown and he looks at me as Marcy nods yes. I put my arm around her waist as Brad walks dejectedly off the floor. Staring into her still mischievous eyes, I whisper "Why are you doing this to me?" "Because I'm a woman that can have any man that she wants and I want you. And you want me, but you just don't know it yet. I'm going to be the first and only Mrs. Gary Walker. I'm going to be your little homemaker that takes care of your house and most important of all - I'm going to be the best fuck of your life. When I'm through with you, you won't want another woman." I stop dancing and stare at her, knowing that she is sincere in what she is telling me - and I've never seen her before yesterday. What will she be like if we really spent some time together. "Who are you?", I ask, feeling that there is something that I don't know THAT I NEED TO KNOW! "Forgot my name again?", she coos as her lips come close to my lips and she stares at my lips as if she's expecting me to kiss her. "NO! Now who the fuck are you?" I scream. She glances around at the people who are staring at us because of my scream, stepping close to me as she whispers, "You're going to get both of us thrown out of here. Why don't we dance while we talk." With her arms around my waist, she starts leading me in time to the music. I put my arms around her, taking the lead away from her as I get the rhythm of the music. She puts her head close to my ear, whispering, "For years, I'm simply been a lost soul, wandering around in misery, trying to find myself. Then something happens to me that allows me to reshape my life back into the quagmire that I've been buried in for years or to build a new me. I chose the new me - the person that you see now because I hate the old me. Like a Phoenix, I rise from the ashes, proud of myself, and loving every minute of my new life. I'm an aggressive woman, not ashamed to state my mind, or live my dreams. I come here, with a purpose to find Mister Right, not caring if he is a doctor, lawyer, carpenter, or mechanic. I know that when I look into the correct man's eyes, that I will find my lifelong partner, the man that is destined to share my new life." "And you think that I'm that man." I whisper back, as the song ends and a Texas Two Step dance starts. Taking her fingertips, I spin her around as we start circling the floor with the other dancers. "You could be that man. When I see you, I see an handsome man, a hard worker, a good lover, someone that could be my man - but I also see things that I don't like about you. You've got that ugly bitch hanging around you, letting her make the wrong decisions for your life. I wouldn't let my dog fuck her." "Why?", I ask as feel the most confused that I've ever felt in my whole life. "I know the real you. I'm prepared to support you with more than just my body. I'll be your Delilah to your Samson. I want to be your partner, your soul mate and the woman that you can't wait to get home to at night." She whispers as she nibbles quickly at my earlobe; her warm breath teasing me as much as her words. I spin her again as I stare at her beautiful face, feeling myself pulled into her web, wondering if she is the perfect woman of my dreams or a Black Widow spider, who will eventually devour me after we mate. We quickly spin through a couple more quick steps, then I pull her back beside me as we two-step our way around the dance floor again. She whispers, "To get a dent out of a beautiful car door, you have to hit it with a hammer several times, then coat it with filler before sanding it down and putting the final coat of paint on it. Last night was the hammer in our relationship? Do you want to go back to my motel room to work on the coat of filler?" I spin her around in time to the music, but as I pull her back to me, I changed direction so that we two-stepped off the floor toward her table as my answer. She steps in front of me, leading me back to the table where Brad is patiently sipping his bourbon. She picks up her purse, tilts his head up with a gentle lift with one finger, and lightly kisses his lips, breaking the kiss with a whispered "Thank you." He smiles at me - it isn't a normal smile, but more of an "I've just lost a million dollars and you won it" congratulatory smile from a good loser. I put my arm around her waist and guide her out of that smoky room, out to the parking lot to her car. She clicks her car alarm off, asking, "Do you want to follow me or I'll bring you back to your truck in the morning?" "I'll never be able to keep up with your car." "Get in. I'm driving." She commands as she opens the driver's door. I'm not used to women driving me but I know when to adapt and when to keep my mouth shut. I climb into the passenger seat while she starts the car. When my door shuts, she eases out of the parking spot, a little easier than the last time when she floorboarded out. When she pulls out onto the main road, she puts her hand on my leg, stroking my leg through my jeans. I don't resist when her hand drifts down between my thighs as her fingertips keep stroking my leg. Glancing away from the road for a second, she winks at me as she asks, "What's the most times that you ever got your rocks off in one night?" "Three - maybe four, I don't remember." I'm feeling very aroused from her fingertips and being so near her as she drives rather fast toward her motel. I've told Jimmy several times about my secret fantasy to meet a woman that will sweep me off my feet and combine sex with speed. Sitting here in this mysterious woman's very fast 3000 as she drives at over twice the legal speed limit, watching her legs expertly work the clutch she fulfills a childhood dream that I haven't thought about in a long time. "I'll make sure that you remember tonight. The first time is going to be quick, because you're going to do it at least once before I get you back to my room. The next five or six times will be to establish a new personal best for you - a personal best that we can use as a target in our subsequent nights together." I look up as she turns the steering wheel quickly, spinning the car down a side street away from the motel district. Turning so that I can stare at her exquisite features, I ask, "I thought we are going to your place?" She turns her face quickly to wink at me before concentrating on her driving again - this road is very curvy and hilly, but she handles it as if she has been racing it on it all of her life. "We are, but first I wanted to go to a nice little place I discovered near here - a lake. It's not a full moon tonight, but there'll be enough moon light so that we can find the place. I've got a six pack of beer in the cooler in the trunk. Do you know the area that I'm thinking about." "Yeah. My best friend and I spent a lot of weekends camping out and fishing there as we grew up. It's one of my favorite places." A faint smile illuminates her face; then she pops her clutch as she downshifts into a dangerous series of S-curves. I brace my legs as she expertly guides her car through those curves, driving the fastest that I have seen anyone drive the dangerous road. Her sports car holds to the pavement and spins through the dangerous curves. As quickly as we entered the curves, we are out on a long straight, where she pushes her car wide open. I glance at the speedometer, noticing that we are doing a little under a hundred and forty miles per hour. Over the hum of the engine, she says, "See what I've been telling you - the engine has a slight miss when I push it." Tapping the brakes, she slows down just in time to turn down the gravel road to the lake. Within a few minutes, we are at the cove - a place where I learned how to swim as a young teenager. Jimmy and I used to ride our bicycles for an hour just to get here and to go skinny-dipping. Later when we had our own cars, we would frequently drive out here to sit and sip a six pack of beer as we talked the things that best friends talk about. She turns the ignition off and climbs out of the car, closely followed by me. She opens her small trunk, removing a small beer cooler and a blanket. With a dimly lit, sultry smile on her face, her white teeth gleaming in the moonlight, she points toward the glimmering lake, "You get to be my Prince Charming. Carry the beer and lead the way." I easily find the path down to the lakeside clearing, which is nothing more than an area with a small campfire pit, and packed ground from weekend campers. I'm surprised to discover that someone has gathered a bunch of firewood and stacked it close to the camping spot where Jimmy and I usually stayed as we went on our frequent all-night fishing trips as kids. As Marcy spreads the blanket, I take advantage of the firewood and start a small fire - knowing that the flickering light and crackling sound will add a little more romance to the atmosphere. Turning around after lighting the fire, I can see Marcy's eyes glowing in the light as she stare at me from her reclining position on the blanket. She whispers, "Before you join me on the blanket, let's go for a skinny-dip. I'll undress you if you undress me. Ladies first." She crosses one knee, lifting one foot, offering her boot as the first item to be removed. I drop to my knees at her feet, running my hands over her leather boot, searching for the boot's zipper. Finding the zipper, I loosen the boot, pulling it slowly from her leg. She switches her legs, offering me the other boot. When this second boot drops to the ground, she whispers, "Let me put my ankles around your neck and I'll let you remove my hose." Slightly changing my position, so that I'm kneeling between her spread legs, she rests her caves on my shoulders, her darkened inner thigh area aimed straight at my face. Biting her lip as an indication of her passion before she blows me a kiss, she whispered, "Let's see how good a lover you can be when you're with the right woman. Use only your mouth to find and unfasten my garters." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----