Message-ID: <20866eli$9903300225@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Wreck - Part 3 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: <230e6f10.37004696@aol.com> Chapter 3 - Engagement to Donna Jimmy calls me just about every two weeks and we'll talk for an hour or so. While his voice has changed because of the surgery, it is still the same old Jimmy on the other end of the phone line. He's been gone over eight months by now and his mother has flown three times to see him. I never find out when she is going until after she leaves, which pisses me off, because I keep aggravating her to let me go the next time. And the weekends that I plan to go visit him on my own, he always has something to do, so I haven't been able to visit him yet. Which is just as well with Donna. We are going steady again and every time I mention Jimmy, the hairs on her neck will rise. I tell Jimmy that Donna is making all the right moves on me. She enjoys stripping us both naked, then giving me the best fuck of my life as she finds ways to make me beg for more pussy from her. I'm so happy with the way that she is draining my cock at least once, every three-four days so that I don't have the time, or the energy to go find someone new. The last several weeks has been unbelievable. If she's that terrific a fuck for the very few hours that we can spend together, what will she be like if I live with her? I've considered moving out and getting my own place because I'm getting tired of driving out in the country, finding someplace safe to park and then the two of us climbing into the back of my pickup truck where we fuck until we're both totally satisfied. When winter arrives, I know that it's going to be mighty cold in the back of my truck, but she isn't interested in a - what did she call it - an illicit affair. I always thought that any affair is illicit and that's what makes it so much fun. And I don't see any difference from doing it in my bed or doing it in the back of my truck's cargo bed. I know that what she really wants is to have a new last name - my last name to be exact, and a ring around her finger. As for me, I just have some relatively simple goals that mankind has had since the beginning of the human race - I just want to be able to get some pussy more than once a night and not have to get up to go home. I think about her living in my imaginary apartment, just as much as I think about a refrigerator being in my apartment - when I get hungry, I want to eat; not wait until later. Anyhow, I think I made a mistake when I asked her to move in with me. She turned me down because there wasn't a ring attached to the offer, but she keeps insisting that I get a place of my own, so that we have somewhere to go. ****** Brad works with me at the garage and he's two years older than me. Since Jimmy's been gone, I've been running around with Brad a lot. Nights that I'm not out with Donna, Brad and I go over to the Cowboy Cafe, and drink a few brews as we check out the local females. Donna doesn't like Brad either because she says that he leads me down the wrong path. "Gary, come to the office, please - and do me a favor, take your time." Comes Brad's voice over the garage intercom. I pick up a rag and wipe the excess grease from my messy hands as I walk up to the front office. As I approach the open door, I see Brad standing behind the counter, with a big smile on his face. Stepping into the office, I quickly see why he is smiling. An extremely beautiful young, woman, with long blonde hair and the nicest set of knockers pushing out a tight bra-less halter top, is on the customer side of the counter. Her nipples stand out proudly, poking through her halter top. Her small waist makes her breasts look larger. Before I can check out the bottom half of her, her mouth illuminated the room with a big smile as she says, "Hi, I'm Marcy Davenport and I think that I've got car trouble. Someone gave me your card and recommends you as being the best mechanic in town. Can you look at my car for me?" Trying to keep from bursting into a big grin at the delightful sight of her very attractive body, I nod and reply in a very business like tone, "Where's your car and what's wrong with it?" "It's out front - the 3000 GT. It feels funny when I'm push it up over a hundred. Do you have time to take it on a test drive?" "I'm not permitted to drive faster than the speed limit, so I probably won't find anything that way. Any other symptoms?" "No, can I bring it in tomorrow and let you look at it?" "It'd be my pleasure. I'm not sure if I can find anything wrong, but there's no charge for looking. Who recommended you to me?" "I just moved here. My new lawyer, Larry Gephart, gave me your card", she says, holding up one of my old dog-eared business cards. I pick up a new one, to replace the old card. As I hand it to her, her fingers barely touch me causing a tingle of excitement to run through my body. "That's Uncle Larry. Ah, that is, he's my best friend's uncle." I walk with her out to her car, knowing that Brad is jealously staring through the blinds. My thoughts are far from working on her car as I look sideways at the wonderful creature who walks beside me who is the ultimate goddess of my fantasies. She has a body like a Norse goddess, tall and narrow shouldered, with a long, flowing mass of large ringlets and corkscrew curls of blonde hair cascading down her back. A nice set of large, firm hooters shape her halter top to look like twin ski jumps. Her slender body looks gorgeous as her hips sway and her breasts bounce slightly with every step she takes. The halter top is tight enough to define her breast size and shape, yet still leave a lot to the imagination. I can tell that her breasts aren't too large, yet not too small, just the perfect size to fit in my hand. Her bare mid-rift reveals a cute bellybutton that I would like to drool over as my tongue... well, you get the idea. She is wearing short shorts, revealing a firm, shapely ass and nice, long legs; the type of legs that I like to have wrapped over my shoulders. Shapely legs that have spent a lot of time on the tennis court or other activities that firm up her beautiful legs. Her two inch high heels seem a little out of place for driving a sport's car, but they sure made her ass stick out nice, so I'm not complaining. I lift her car hood, wishing that it is her halter top that I'm peeking under. At my command, she starts her engine and I listen to it, trying to find something wrong - anything to get her back into my shop. But there is nothing wrong with her car that I can find with this cursory examination. I put the hood down and she turns off the engine, staring up at me from her position in the driver's seat. Her car door is open and I stare at her beautiful legs, enjoying the profile of her graceful hips and buttocks. My mind goes blank as I stare at her perfect body. An iron-hard pulsing erection comes to life within my trousers and a fantasy day-dream image of me in bed with her fills my mind. Trying to control my imagination, I squat down so that I'm at eye level with her as she sits in her car and I try to concentrate upon work as I say, "Sounds perfect to me. I don't think that I'll find anything wrong with it. And it's so new, that it ought to still be under warranty where you can take it to the dealership." "It is. I just don't want to take it to the nearest dealership. So, you think that it'll run long enough for me to go home tonight and then over to the Cowboy Cafe tonight, then back home before I bring it in tomorrow?" she coos with a mischievous smile on her luscious lips. "Yep, and if you have any problems tonight, just look around the bar. Brad and I are going to the Cowboy Cafe, tonight. Can I buy you a beer tonight?" She starts her engine, puts her car in gear, then says, "Only if you ask me to dance also. I hate going into new bars and being a wall flower all night." As she pulls out of my parking lot, I just stare at her car, knowing that my cock is sticking straight out. Feeling very aroused and thinking about my mysterious new customer, I stare at Brad who wanders out to stand beside me as we watch her drive away. I know that he has been listening all along. Brad's slow drawl is intended to shake me up as he reminds me "Sounds like you're going to disappoint our new customer. I know that you've got a date with Donna tonight, so I'm prepared to do anything for our company's business. I'll show up and represent our company." But I responded in a friendly manner "You'll die and eat shit too before I let that get away from me. I've stood Donna up before and tonight seems like a nice night to do it again. If I'm going to get into trouble, it might as well be over a sexy fox like that. She's a ten in my book." Brad is wiping his hands with a rag as he continues to try to find some way to get me to abandon chasing the beautiful woman tonight "You're letting your cock do the rating again without looking at her objectively. Her body's too straight to qualify as a ten. She's got a beautiful face, but I like my women to have a little more ass, and for their figures to be more hourglass. I like to see that sway in a woman's back and that Sophia Loren full body look. Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't kick her out of my bed, but I wouldn't rate her as a ten." "You're just saying that to try to convince me to abandon her because I've got another ten in Donna. You can't fool me. She's got a magnetic personality and seemed so. .. so seductive. I can feel her sensuality and something about her, makes me want to fuck her brains out. When I looked into her eyes, I wanted to throw her on the ground and bury my meat in her. On my cock index, she's a definite ten." I argued, knowing that my friend will disagree with anything that I said, just because of his general stubborn attitude. "I can feel some of that also, so I've given her an eight - seven points for the body, face and general appearance; and one point for her personality." ****** I'm in trouble. Not only has Donna planned on me coming over after work, but she has also intended for me to eat supper with her and her parents. She spent all afternoon cooking and was planning to surprise me with her dinner plans when I showed up to take her out. And then I call to back out of our date. Hearing the anger in her voice on the phone, I know it is more than her normal anger for being stood up, so I hedge when she demands to know why - somehow, going to drink a few brews with Brad doesn't sound like a good reason anymore. Then with an icy cold voice, she tells me about her long afternoon, about how she intended to impress me with her culinary skill tonight. The third time she asks me why I'm backing out, I have to tell her the truth - I'm sick and don't feel good - food poisoning from something that I had for lunch, so dinner tonight is bad for me. I skate on thin ice with her for another five minutes, promising to make it up to her the next night, knowing that she really doesn't believe me, but she has never caught me in a lie before. I've told her a lot of lies and had to sweat a couple of times while I covered my ass but Donna's never really caught me a lie. When I hang up that phone, I almost jump up and click my heels - pleased with my survival of her trap to ensnare me and very pleased that my mysterious woman is going to be at a place where my cocksmanship has been successful so many times in the past. Then I scream. I have forgotten her name. I've got a lousy memory for names and have embarrassed myself before by having to slyly figure out some ingenious way to ask a woman for her name twice. Why can't I remember her name? I grab the phone and look up Uncle Larry's number. After four rings, I get his answering machine and leave a very cryptic message on his recorder. Picking up the phone, I carry it into the bathroom with me so I can hear it ring while I'm in the shower. After my shower, I shave as close and clean as I can, and use my best cologne. Then I iron my blue jeans - something that I haven't done in months - before dressing myself in my best cowboy shirt. I don't go all out, wearing the hats and big belt buckles; but that shirt is the right color to match my eyes - a good combination. I wait until the last minute to leave, waiting for Larry to call back. Then I hurry over to the Cowboy Cafe, checking the parking lot for her sports car. I'm pleased when I see that she isn't there yet, but a little perturbed that I might be stood up. I park my truck around back, instead of where I usually park it so if Donna accidentally drives by and doesn't see my truck, she won't get suspicious. A highly spiffy Brad is waiting for me at the bar, sipping on his bourbon. I lean against the bar beside him and look around the room, seeing some familiar faces as we wait for the band to start. "How did you do it? I thought that she would cut your balls off before allowing you out by yourself.", he asks. "I just called her up and said - 'Woman, I'm going out tonight. Don't give me any shit.' And then I hung up. In our relationship, I'm the boss.", I lie as I signal the bartender to bring me my usual. "I know both of you better than that. You lied to her didn't you? I hope that you didn't do something stupid like tell her that you are sick. She's probably standing outside your door now with a bowl of chicken soup." "Don't hear a word you're saying. And you forget about trying to shoot me out of the saddle with this one. I'm feeling good vibes from...say, do you think that she spells her name with an 'e' or an 'i'?" Brad's grin reveals that my standard trick isn't working. He shakes his head "If you forgot her name the way that you usually forget someone's name, then I'm going to let you take the heat. I'm not going to tell you." "Fuck you. Look in the doorway. My beautiful ten just showed up and there's no friend for you - why don't you get lost?" Brad turns to look where I'm staring. My mysterious woman has just entered the bar and her ID is being checked by the bouncer. I pray that she is older than eighteen - just one day older is enough. The bouncer hands her ID back to her and she walks in, not looking around as she walks to an empty table. Her ass sways as only a female's can, as her breasts bounced slightly, barely enough to confirm their firm shape. I notice her legs are slightly longer than other girls her height - which I enjoy - nothing like a set of long legs wrapped around your waist. Brad's voice barely sinks into my head because I'm concentrating on the wonderful vision that just walked into my life "Look at her walk. She's got a strut as if she is the fucking ruler of all that she surveys. And we're not the only ones that are watching her. There's other eyes turned toward her, checking her out. You're going to have to work fast if you're going to score with that bitch tonight" Pulled from a fantasy where I'm already in bed with my new friend, I recognize that he's right when he continues "It's your dime, so go make your play. If you strike out, I'm jumping into the batter's box. And you'd better hope that I'm too good of a friend to call Donna while you're over there making a fool of yourself. Just staring at that luscious babe makes me want to call Donna to see how she's doing tonight. I'll bet she's willing to come down here to see me and might give me some of her sweet pussy that you keep bragging about if she thinks that you're fucking around on her again." I snarl at him, knowing that he is trying to tease me. Picking up my beer, I walk over to her table. "Hi, I see you found the place. Can I buy you a beer?" "The bouncer is nice enough to buy me one. He hinted that he will stop by to talk to me after the band starts." She leans back in her chair. She is wearing a low cut pull-over dressy T-shirt that is very form fitting around her chest, and a black leather mini skirt that ends halfway up her thighs, revealing miles of long, luscious, perfectly shaped legs tucked into leather boots with high heels. Her dark stockings disappear beneath the skirt. She runs her hand through her hair, fluffing her hair while causing her breasts to strain against the T-shirt slightly. Then she says in a sultry sounding voice "Pull up a chair before someone else tries to pick me up. Have you figured out what's wrong with my car yet?" "No, I've thought about it a lot today and will try to test it tomorrow." "When we leave here tonight, I'll drive and you can check it out. I'm sure I can find some roads out in the country where I can get it up over a hundred easily." The band started playing, starting with a slow song. I ask, "Dance?" "Love to. I'm not much of a dancer, but I'm willing to learn." She accepts my outstretched arm and accompanies me to the dance floor. I place my arm around her waist and hold her hand as we wait for the start. I'm enjoying staring into her beautiful green eyes, seeing them twinkle as if she stands so close in front of me. Her seductive eyes capture me the second I look into them. I find it hard to look away, to keep from being drawn further into her beauty and power. As I step out with the beat, leading her, she steps in closer to me and allows me to guide her as if we are one person dancing. All the time looking into each other eyes, both of us with big smiles on our faces as I feel her soft and warm body that is too damn close. Then I feel Mister Trouble as I feel that familiar struggle within my jeans as it begins to bulge up. The closeness of her body excites me even more and I know that she notices my erection. Stepping back a quarter step to put a little room between us, I'm a little surprised when she steps back in close to me, with a mischievous smile on her face, aware of why I stepped back. I find it exciting to be so close to such a beautiful woman and I continue to rub against her lightly as we slow dance, enjoying the pressure of my bulging pelvic area against my partner. Rubbing my body against her body results in a sensation similar to being masturbated as I feel my cock begin to pulse. When that song ends, they play another slow one so we dance slower, enjoying the feel of each other's body. I know that I'm enjoying the soft firmness of her breasts rubbing against my chest, the gentle rubbing of her skirt against my jeans, and the mischievous twinkle in her eyes. What she sees in me, I don't know and don't care. I just knew that I'm in love - or as Jimmy used to say - in lust. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----