Loading...I was on the verge of tears as my car sputtered and wheezed on a seeming death roll into a small town in the middle of the vast emptiness, and nowhere, of southern New Mexico. Hell not even a town; more like a roadside rest area with a zip code. With just four street lights lining the main stretch through the center of “town”, I saw only three buildings; thank God that one of them was a service station.
Willing my hemorrhaging vehicle with all my heart and soul to hold on just a few seconds longer, I managed to pull it off the road and into the service station parking lot where it then proceeded to die. I tried desperately to start it again, but it didn’t even so much as stir. Pounding my forehead and fists on the steering wheel, I felt the tears begin to flow.
I dug into my purse and pulled out my cell phone only to find that I had no service. Naturally! And besides, who was I going to call anyway? My son was in Iraq on his second tour of duty while my philandering husband was on yet another one of his “business trips” to consult with a client. I wondered how long he’d been “consulting” this particular “client”; and how old she was. The last one was just nineteen; just a year older than our daughter.
Rapidly reaching the end of my emotional rope, I stepped out of my sweltering hot car in the hopes of finding a refreshing evening breeze. Not a chance! The air was completely still and dreadfully stale; and even though the sun had set over an hour ago, the stifling late August heat refused to relent. As I stood in that parking lot in nothing but a white pair of sandals and a lake blue colored strapless summer dress that smocked at the bust and fell into a ruffled hem to the middle of my calves, I felt like a beach-walking hooker. I still couldn’t believe that I had let my daughter talk me into buying it; let alone into actually wearing it. But God love her, she had!
I had spent the last three days getting my daughter all settled into her dorm room at Arizona State University. Though Amanda had insisted that she didn’t need my help, I ultimately pulled rank on her; not to mention a little bit of a guilt trip too. I still couldn’t get over that my baby girl was eighteen years old and a freshman in college. Grumbling at first, Amanda finally came to appreciate having me with her and it turned out to be a wonderful girl’s weekend getaway. Once we got her all moved in, we spent the remaining two days giving my American Express Gold Card a massive workout. And one of the purchases we made was the silly little summer dress I was then wearing. I’ll never forget Amanda pressing it up against me, still on its hanger and virtually ordering me to try it on.
“Come on! It’ll look so sexy on you, Mom.” She had said.
“Sweetie, this is for a young woman with a beautiful figure.” I told her. “In other words, it’s for you.”
“Mom, will you stop that! Good God, sometimes you talk as if you’re ready for the retirement home. You’re only forty-four. And you’ve got a fantastic body.” She argued. “I mean, look at you!”
Amanda jerked me over in front of a full length mirror and stood behind me as she continued to hold the dress over the front of me.
“You’re tall and slender; you got perfect olive skin, beautiful face, misty green eyes and all this long and gorgeous brown hair.” She continued as she combed her sleek little hands through my shoulder blade length hair.
“Ohh, you’re so sweet.” I said as I blushed.
“You got great curves, long and sexy legs, a flat and firm tummy, sexy shoulders, big and perky boobs!” She continued.
“Amanda!” I snapped.
“Not to mention one of the most perfect, tight and sumptuous asses I’ve ever seen!” She went on.
“Okay, I think I get your point!” I shouted.
“That you’re a beautiful, sexy woman that any man worth his salt would kill to get naked with?” Amanda said.
“Enough!” I roared and had just about everyone else in the store looking at us. “Alright, you win; I’ll try it on.”
“Thank you!” Amanda declared triumphantly.
“My daughter, the Madam.” I jabbed as I headed toward the dressing room.
“My mother the MILF.” Amanda called after me.
“What’s a MILF?” I asked.
“Mother I’d like to Fuck!” Amanda replied with a grin.
“Amanda!” I gasped in shock.
“Becky!” She gasped back in a mocking tone and then giggled.
I shot her a stern scowl and shook my finger at her before practically storming into the dressing room and slamming the door.
“Daddy’s gonna go tell it on the mountain when he sees you in it.” I heard her call after me and I felt as though I’d been kicked in the stomach.
Neither Amanda nor Nick, my twenty-three year old son, had any clue of their father’s incessant philandering; and I wanted to keep it that way for as long as I possibly could. Don’t ask me why.
Needless to say, I went ahead and bought the damn thing. Now I could lie and say it was because I just wanted Amanda off my back, but the truth is; I was extremely impressed with how nice it looked on me, even for a woman of nearly six-foot-one. As I studied myself in the mirror in the dressing room, I felt very feminine, attractive and desirable for the first time in God knows how long. Of course, whether I’d actually wear it in public remained to be seen; I highly doubted it. But as you can clearly tell, my baby girl has not only a remarkable way with words, but is also highly skilled in the art of manipulative persuasion. And it’s because of that that I now stood in the deserted parking lot of a small, rundown old service station in the middle of the vast emptiness of the New Mexico desert after dark with nothing but a thin cotton summer dress covering me. And what was worse; I was “going commando”. I was already without a bra when I slipped it on that morning and my daughter somehow managed to talk me into not wearing underwear either. Talk about a mid-life crisis.
Except for the four street lamps lining the road through “town”, all around me was total blackness; there was not a moon out tonight or even any stars. I could see tiny scattered lights in the distance which I assumed to be homes, but they were miles away across the vast valley floor; and it was deathly quiet. Just then I heard the sound of an air conditioning unit kicking on and it was very close by. Turning back toward the ancient gas and service station, I noticed a faint light coming through the dusty windows of the bay doors of the garage. Was it open? Glancing at my watch, I found that it was just after nine; probably not. But what the hell! I’ve got to do something.
Retrieving my purse from off the passenger seat, I shook out my somewhat disheveled hair that was sticking to the sweaty skin of my bare back and shoulders then strode hurriedly across the parking lot toward the garage doors. The place was clearly a relic; a classic, all-American, Route 66 type service station with full service gas pumps, free air and water dispenser, a filthy little glassed-in front office that no doubt reeked of sixty years worth of stale cigarette smoke and the infamous, utterly rancid tiny restrooms with the sky blue tiling. There was a war-torn old tow truck parked on the far side of the garage that looked to be as old as the station itself. As I passed under the canopy over the gas pumps, I heard country music coming from inside the garage; I also noticed that one of the bay doors was raised halfway.
Arriving at the half open door, I peered into the garage and was instantly hit with the infamous odors of a service garage: gasoline, tire rubber, burnt motor oil and as I had surmised, stale cigarette smoke. Taking a deep breath, I slipped under the door and was hit with a blast of semi-cool air that was blowing from the huge floor fan in the corner of the shop. I slowly rounded the rear of a beat up old clunker that was parked in the first bay and moved up cautiously between it and a mid 1970s model Ford pick-up truck that was parked in the second bay. Practically tiptoeing now, I heard the sound of a socket wrench cranking beneath the raised hood of the pick-up truck.
“Hello.” I called out.
Instantly, a young woman sprang out from under the hood of the truck, clearly startled out of her wits and holding a socket wrench in her hand.
“Jesus Christ!” She roared.
“I’m sorry.” I said; equally startled. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
The young woman exhaled a deep, relaxing breath and wiped her forehead with the back of her filthy hand. As hard as my heart was pounding, I could only imagine what hers must be doing.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.” She snapped. “Especially after closing time. How’d you get in here anyway?”
“The bay door was open.” I told her.
“What time is it?” She asked.
“It’s just after nine.” I replied, glancing again at my watch.
“We closed at seven. Sorry. Come back tomorrow.” She growled.
“Look, I really hate bothering you like this, but it’s an emergency. I’m in a terrible jam. My car died on me just as I was coming into town. I just dropped my daughter off at college and I’m on my way home. My son is overseas, my husband is on a business trip, my daughter is clear back in Arizona and I’m still hundreds of miles from home in Texas. And there is no cell phone service out here apparently.” I explained.
The young woman whistled as she pulled a filthy rag from the back pocket and wiped her sweaty forehead.
“Sounds like you’re having a pretty tough day.” She said matter-of-factly.
“You have no idea.” I replied.
“Where’s your car now?” She asked.
“It’s right out here in the parking lot.” I told her. “I managed to get it pulled in here before it died.”
“Well, let’s have a look-see then.” She said.
“Oh thank you so much.” I said; trying desperately to keep from bursting into tears.
Stepping over to the utility sink behind her, the young woman ran her hands under the faucet, scrubbed them with the heavy duty, orange scented soap and then dried them with a blue rag out of the wall mounted dispenser. Now in better light, I was able to get my first good look at her. Dressed in a grimy pair of raggedy denim overalls with a men’s wife-beater undershirt on underneath them, my eyes were instantly drawn to her broad and muscle clad arms and shoulders. Though they were not quite bodybuilder caliber, they were still very impressive; exquisitely defined and bulging, accentuated by a couple of rather elaborate tattoos.
Bent over the sink to wash her hands, I couldn’t help but here Amanda’s words flash through my mind. “One of the most perfect, tight and sumptuous asses I’ve ever seen.” Yep, this young woman’s ass was just that. Standing up straight to dry her hands, I could clearly see that though she was clad with muscles, she also had a full set of lovely feminine curves. There was also a long ponytail of dark auburn hair hanging down from under the ball cap on her head. Though she was not nearly as tall as I; probably five-foot-six at the most, she appeared to have long and shapely female legs nonetheless. Grabbing a flashlight off her cluttered workbench and then turning toward me, I got a clear view of her face; it was small and round with an adorable button nose, a cute little mouth and deeply embedded eyes. As she came closer, I could see a small speckling of light freckles on her pale cheeks as well as on her impressive cleavage. She had a surprisingly bountiful bust, which is rather unusual for a woman so muscular. Her stomach was flat and her waist was trim.
“Anything for a lovely lady.” She said with a smile.
“Thank you. I’m Becky by the way.” I said.
“Sydney.” She replied. “But everyone just calls me Syd.”
I led her out of the garage and over to my car. Popping the hood, Syd had me try to start it while she studied the engine. This time the car wheezed, coughed and sputtered, but wouldn’t turn over. Syd called for me to stop and I jumped out of the driver’s seat and came around the front to stand beside her.
“Can you tell what’s wrong?” I asked.
“Not sure yet.” She said and was quiet for a moment. “So, you say you just dropped your daughter off at college?”
“That’s right.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed you old enough to have a daughter in college.”
“That’s about the nicest thing anybody has said to me all day.” I said; quite touched. “And she’s my youngest to boot. My son is twenty-three.”
“Twenty-three?” She said; sounding shocked. “How old are you?”
“Ah, is this how you question all of your customers about their vehicle problems?
“No! Now answer my question.”
I had to admit that I found her bluntness rather charming. It is so hard to find a person who is so forthright and direct anymore.
“I’m forty-four.”
“Amazing.”
“And how old might you be, my dear?”
“Twenty-six.”
“And you’re a mechanic?”
“No, I’m a movie star. Don’t you recognize me? I’m just doing this as research for an upcoming role.”
“And a smart ass too?”
“Hey, everybody loves some ass; even if it’s a smart ass.”
“Actually I think that’s everybody loves some ass, but nobody loves a smart ass.”
“What? You don’t love me?”
“Honey, right now, if you can get my car fixed, I’ll marry you.”
“Careful; I might just hold you to that.” She said and paused. “But I’m afraid I can’t fix your car.”
“Why not?”
“Because it ain’t fixable.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your engine’s thrown a rod. That means its history! Dead! Gone! The only fix to this car is to buy a new one.”
“Oh God.”
That was the straw that broke the Camel’s back apparently; or snapped my emotional rope, for the next thing I knew I had buried my face in my hands and was sobbing.
“Hey? Hey, what’s this? What’s this? Hey, Becky…” Syd said with concern in her voice.
I felt one of those powerful, muscle clad arms slide around my shoulders and could smell the grime, gas and oil on her, but I didn’t care. I turned into her and buried my face on to her broad, muscled shoulder and threw my arms around her. Syd was obviously a tad surprised at my complete breakdown on her and was hesitant at first, but I ultimately felt her powerful arms slide around me as I wept piteously on her shoulder.
“It’s gonna be okay, you know. After all it’s just a car.” She said trying to be comforting.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I sobbed. “This just hasn’t been my day.”
“Apparently not.” She whispered and I felt her grip around me tighten as I continued to sob. “My God. There times I’d give my soul to be able to cry like this.”
“Oh, I hate it!” I sobbed.
“You wouldn’t if you couldn’t do it anymore.” Syd replied solemnly. “Believe me.”
Syd held me contentedly for another minute or two and then gradually released me as I pulled myself together. Syd cupped her fingers under my chin and lifted my head and I looked into a compassionate; not to mention beautiful pair of stunning icy blue eyes.
“This isn’t about the car, is it?” She stated.
“No.”
“Then what?”
“Let’s see: My son is on his second tour of duty in Iraq and I haven’t seen him in nearly two years; haven’t heard from him in nearly five months, so I don’t even know for sure if he’s alive or dead or wounded or what.”
“Oh Becky…I’m sure he’s fine.”
“My husband is cheating on me; has been for at least the last five years. He goes off on his “business trips” to “consult with clients”; only problem is his clients are girls young enough to be his daughter and the only consulting he does depends on how many times a night he can get it up.”
“A man has a gorgeous woman like you at home and he’s fucking other women? Hell, George W. Bush wasn’t even that stupid.” Syd said.
“Then this morning, I left my baby girl at college. She was so excited. She’s all grown up. My God Syd, where the hell has my life gone?” I said and started sobbing again.
Syd took me in her arms again and held me. It was so bizarre; I didn’t even know this girl, yet I felt completely comfortable and safe with her. Of course in my emotional state, I would have probably felt comfortable and safe with Jack the Ripper. Syd let me cry on her shoulder, held me snuggly against her rock hard, powerful body and I sensed an almost maternal warmth emanating from her; rather peculiar considering I was technically old enough to be her mother. At last I cried it all out and Syd slowly released me.
“Feel better?” She asked with a soft smile.
“Not really. Probably feel better than I look though.”
“You look beautiful.”
“You are so sweet; reminds me of Amanda.”
“That your daughter?”
“Yeah.”
“She as pretty as her mother?”
“She’s eighteen.”
“I didn’t ask you how old she was. I asked you if she was as pretty as you.”
I scoffed slightly and dug into my purse for my wallet.
“You are a blunt little thing, aren’t you?”
“Among other things.”
Pulling my wallet from my purse, I opened it, took out Amanda’s high school graduation picture and handed it to Syd.
“So, this is her?”
“That’s my baby girl.”
Syd studied the picture carefully, letting her eyes shoot back and forth between it and me.
“Nope!” Syd said as she handed the picture back.
“Nope? What do you mean, nope?” I asked; feeling a flush of defensive anger.
“She isn’t as pretty as her mother.” Syd stated matter-of-factly.
“I’m not exactly sure how to take that.” I said as I returned the picture to my wallet and my wallet to my purse.
“As a complement.” She said. “A woman fulfilled is always more beautiful. She’s not completely fulfilled yet.”
“As if I am.” I mumbled then cleared my throat. “So, do you know of a good four star hotel in town?”
“We don’t even have a hotel in this town.” Syd replied.
“Figures.” I said as I rubbed my face. “God, I must look a fright.”
“Listen, why don’t you come on back inside? I’ve got my little apartment loft over the garage. There’s a clean bathroom up there; you could freshen up a bit if you want to and then we can figure out what to do next.” Syd suggested.
“Oh Syd, I don’t want to be any trouble.”
“You’ve already been that; now come on. Besides, what the hell else are you gonna do?”
“Good point.”
Syd slammed the hood and then led me back into the garage; the night was still mercilessly hot, dry and stale. Syd directed me into the small store room on the far side of the garage where there was a wooden ladder leading up through an attic door in the ceiling.
“You live here?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Above the garage?”
“Why not? After all, it’s my garage.”
“Yours?”
“It’s been in my family for generations; all the way back to my great grandfather who opened it when he came back from France after the First World War. After he died, my grandfather took it, then my father and now me.” Syd told me.
“Where is your father?” I asked.
“He’s dead. Died a couple of years ago.” Syd said matter-of-factly.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not.”
“Well, what about your mother?”
“She died five years ago.”
“Oh honey…” I gasped. “Do you have any brothers or sisters? Uncles or aunts? Husband? Boyfriend? Children? Anybody?”
“Nope. I’m the last of the line. When I die, so will this place.”
“Surely you’ll have a family and children of your own soon.”
“Ah, do you think maybe we could give up on the game of twenty questions?” Syd snapped.
“I’m sorry.”
“No biggie. Listen, I got a couple of things to finish up down here, so why don’t you just go on up. It should be at least fairly cool up there. Like I said, there’s a bathroom if you wanna freshen up; there’s also some bottled water in the fridge if you’re thirsty.”
I studied Syd for a long moment and couldn’t help but smile. I don’t know if it was her blunt, straightforward approach to life or her sarcastic attitude or just her genuine goodness; I liked her. She was also very pretty; and I knew instinctively that she was the type of girl who didn’t realize it, know or even care about it. Without even thinking or hesitation, I stepped over and kissed her on the cheek.
“Thank you, Sydney.” I told her.
“Syd.” She growled.
“No. Sydney. It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
“Whatever.” She scoffed and sauntered away. “I’ll be up in a few.”
“Okay.” I called as I wrestled my dress up about my knees and climbed the ladder.
“And you’re welcome.” Sydney said as she disappeared into the shop.
Sydney’s loft nearly knocked the wind out of me for it was one hundred percent female; “girly” I guess is the better term. There was an enchanting Victorian style twin bed covered with pink sheets and a soft lavender comforter folded neatly at the foot with fluffed pillows and a herd of stuffed animals lining the cast iron white headboard. There was a hope chest at the foot of the bed, a set of matching bedside tables, each with an antique lamp atop it and a chest of drawers with an attached mirror. There was a lovely Native American throw rug in the center of the room between the bed and the dresser, a sitting area under the window with a loveseat and a tiny kitchenette area in the corner with three cabinets, a mini-fridge and microwave. There was also a small kitchen table with two chairs along the opposite wall, right next to the small entertainment center. I couldn’t help but get a lump in my throat for Sydney’s loft reminded me so much of Amanda’s new dorm room.
Stepping into the small bathroom, my nostrils were flooded with a heavenly scent of fresh cinnamon potpourri; and it, just like the bedroom, was all female. I washed my face and hands in cool water then applied some mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, powder base and rouge. Borrowing some of Sydney’s toothpaste, I “fingered” my teeth and even flossed them before running a brush through my long hair and spraying on some fresh perfume. Giving myself a quick once over in the mirror, I shrugged sheepishly and then exited the bathroom. I then spotted a few picture frames on one of the bedside tables, so I sauntered over, sat on the edge of the bed and picked one up just as Sydney came up the ladder.
“Honey, I’m home.” She said playfully.
“How was your day, dear?” I replied playing along.
Sydney kicked off her boots and slipped off her socks by the ladder as we played Ward and June.
“Very interesting; had this really pretty lady wander into the shop tonight with a blown engine rod.”
“Oh no!” I gasped. “The poor thing.”
“Boy, you sure clean up good.” Sydney said as she studied me and whistled.
“Oh…Thank you.” I said and blushed. “And I just love your loft, Sydney.”
“Not exactly what you were expecting is it?”
“Honestly…No.”
“Well, I’m glad you like it.” Sydney said.
“I do.”
“That’s my Mom by the way; the picture you’re holding.” Sydney said as she came over and sat beside me on the bed.
“Kind of thought so.” I said. “And what about these others?”
“That’s my Dad there; those are my grandparents there and that one there is my great grandfather just after he opened this place in 1919. And that goofy little thing there is me when I was four.” Sydney said as she pointed each picture out to me.
I set the picture of her mother down and picked up the one of a young and adorable little Sydney.
“This is you?” I said excitedly.
“Yep, that’s me.” She replied sheepishly. “Goofy looking, wasn’t I?”
“You were precious.” I snapped. “So cute; my God. Look at all those freckles you had.”
“Yeah, I guess I was kinda cute.” Sydney finally admitted.
“And you still are. Quite a bit buffer and leaner, but still very cute.” I said as I set the picture down.
“You like cute, buff and lean girls, Becky?” Sydney asked.
“Yes I do, as a matter of fact.” I replied as I smiled at her.
“Good.” Sydney said as she removed her hat and tossed it on the floor; her long and thick auburn hair was glossy from sweat, but oh so beautiful.
Instantly, Sydney firmly took my head in both her hands and crushed her mouth to mine; her tongue literally burrowing its way through my lips as her mouth sealed over mine. My body went totally rigid; every muscle seized and I strained desperately to pull out, but Sydney’s grip on my head was powerful. And as freaked as I was about what was happening just then, there was a part of me that was thrilled. It had been so long since I’d known the intimate touch of a lover’s kiss; the wondrous feel of their hands on my body, and most of all, the feeling that somebody actually desired me.
I managed to break free from Sydney’s hungry mouth and struggled against the grip of her hands on my head.
“Sydney, what are you doing?” I gasped; my breathing was quite labored and my heart was pounding. “We can’t do this!”
“Why not?” Sydney hissed and took my mouth again; and again I pushed away.
“Sydney, this isn’t right…I mean, I… Oh God!” I tried desperately to reason, but Sydney then started licking and suckling deeply on my chin, jaw line and finally down to my neck, where she really dug in. “No!…No, this isn’t…OOHHH…No! No, I’m old enough to be your…MMMMM….And plus, we’re both…Oh my God, baby!” I moaned as Sydney continued feasting on my neck with that incredibly talented mouth and tongue.
I was fast being consumed by burning passion; a kind I’d never before encountered.
“Becky? Does this feel good?” Sydney hissed as she ran her tongue up my neck and over my chin.
“Oh God, yes.” I moaned in sheer ecstasy and euphoria.
“Then why don’t you just shut up and enjoy it. There’s a lot more where this came from.” Sydney whispered.
“Oh God!” I hissed and took her mouth passionately.
I practically leapt into Sydney’s lap as our mouths seared together and I felt those big, muscle bound arms of hers wrap around me. Though I’d never been with a woman before or ever really considered it, Sydney had captured me in a way I hadn’t been in many years; possibly ever. Just having another person so hungry and passionate for the want and desire of me nearly brought me to tears; not to mention the feel of a young, powerful and buxom body against me and all around me was wondrous. You don’t realize just how important passionate physical contact and intimate physical affection are until you don’t get them for a long time; or worse yet, when you lose them from the person who swore to love, honor and cherish you until death do you part.
As our mouths made love to each other and as Sydney cradled my long body in her arms, nothing else at that moment mattered at all. I didn’t care that she was another woman and I didn’t care that she was young enough to be my daughter. All I cared about was that she desperately wanted to love me; so I was damn well gonna let her. I wanted it! I needed it!
Pushing me down on my back, Sydney pinned my arms down on the soft mattress as she continued ravaging my mouth with her own. Her lips were soft and sweet; her mouth was a cauldron of passionate heat and very possessive. Sydney was a sensational kisser; better than any man I’d ever kissed. Pressing her body down against mine as that ravenous mouth lathered my neck with suckling kisses, luxurious licks and sensual nips, my eyes were spinning as the passion consumed me. Sydney then snatched the hem smocked hem of my dress just above my breasts in her teeth, tugged it upward as she growled like a feral beast and then released it. Rolling off and up onto her knees, Sydney slipped my sandals off then took the bottom hem of my dress in her hands and lifted it up as she slowly spread my legs. My body tingled with intense eroticism and quivers of unbridled desire shot up my spine as Sydney pushed my dress up to my waist, sensually licking, kissing and caressing the soft skin of my long legs. I lifted my hips so Sydney could push my dress past my waist and up to my breasts; but she didn’t stop there.
“Sit up.” She whispered. “I want to see all of this gorgeous body right now!”
I sat up, lifting my arms up over my head and Sydney pulled my dress completely off. Tossing it on the floor, she pushed me down on my back again and let her hands glide slowly and sensually up my body from my waist to my shoulders; I felt those icy blue eyes literally devouring my nudity.
“So beautiful.” She whispered.
That statement moved me like nothing ever had and I was suddenly caught between wanting to smile and wanting to cry. But before I could speak, Sydney took my mouth in another hot kiss as I cupped her face it my hands; it was so soft. Sydney licked and kissed her way down my chin and neck to my breasts where she snatched my right nipple into her mouth. I sucked in a deep, hissing gasp as Sydney suckled me; I could feel my nipple gorging and on the verge of popping in the warmth and wetness of her gifted mouth. Sensually molding my left breast as she pleasured my right, Sydney then drug her tongue in a long, sensual lick from my right nipple, down the slope, through the valley and up the left where she snatched my other nipple just as hungrily as she had the first.
Continuing her descent now, I lifted my widely spread legs to accommodate Sydney’s still fully clothed body as she slid down on the mattress, suckling and savoring the skin of my belly. Those powerful hands cupped the backs of my thighs, spreading my legs wider, bending them at the knees and pushing them into a v-shape as she kissed the creamy flesh of my inner thighs, slowly working down to my sex. Sydney exhaled a deep breath of warm air directly onto my pulsing sex and inhaled deeply of my scent.
“Oh Becky, you have such a beautiful pussy.” Sydney hissed. “So ripe and alive. And so fucking wet too.”
Sydney gave me a long, lavish lick with the full flat of her tongue all the way from my sphincter to the hood of my clit and I nearly bucked off the bed as the erotic stimulation coursed like current all through me. With that, Sydney let my legs fall to the mattress and she dove into me, slurping, licking and sucking on my most delicate flesh.
“God, you’re drenched baby!” She said with a mouthful of my puffy folds. “So fucking hot!”
Sydney tugged and sucked my folds into her mouth as my eyes spun frantically in their sockets. I had never experienced such intense oral pleasure. Sydney snapped her lips over the hood of my clit, sucking it vigorously and battered it with her tongue as she teased the surface of my slit with her finger; dousing it in my arousal and then slid it inside me. I sucked in another deep gasp as Sydney pumped her finger deep within me and sucked my meaty lips into her mouth. My heart was on the verge of explosion and I pawed desperately at the sheets. Suddenly, Sydney released me and sprang up on her knees between my legs. Taking my hand, she placed it on my spasming vulva; I don’t think I’d ever felt myself being more aroused in my entire life.
“Pleasure yourself for me, Becky. Let me watch you while I get naked. It’s fucking hot in here.” Sydney ordered.
In the near twenty-four years of my marriage, I had never pleasured myself in front of my husband. In truth, I’d never pleasured myself in front of anyone in my life; I had a hard enough time doing it when I was alone. But Sydney had me so hot that I happily complied, and had the added bonus of watching Sydney strip at the same time. She stood up on the mattress and didn’t waste any time; virtually ripping her clothes from her body and within seconds, I was staring up at one of the most magnificent specimens of physical womanhood that I had ever seen. Those broad, powerful shoulders and arms; all clad with sexy bulging muscles. Then there was that pristine torso and waistline, the surprisingly bountiful and sinfully sexy breasts and that flat, muscle ripped abdomen; exquisitely defined six pack! And those legs; masterfully sculpted and shapely works of art.
Sydney undid her ponytail and shook out her gorgeous auburn hair so erotically that I quivered with desire to the very core as she stared so intensely down at me; her eyes burning with raw lust and unbridled passion.
“Oh God, that is so fucking sexy.” She hissed as she watched me pleasure myself. “My turn now!”
Instantly, Sydney dropped to her knees, down on her belly and snatched my sex rapaciously into her mouth again. Her attack was so forceful and sudden that my back arched into a virtual horseshoe as I sucked in another deep, gasping breath.
“Oh my God!” I gasped. “Oh Fuck!”
Sydney growled and grunted as she devoured me, shaking her head from side to side with her mouth full of my pussy. My arms flailed aimlessly; erratically clutching the sheets, digging into Sydney’s hair, seizing and teasing my breasts, grabbing the pillow and then the cast iron of the headboard. Suddenly, Sydney rose up on her knees, grabbed my legs and roughly flipped me over onto my stomach and wrestled me up onto all fours. There is something so incredibly sexy and arousing about an older woman being completely dominated by a younger woman; particularly if the older woman is physically larger. Positioning herself directly behind me and spreading my legs, Sydney jammed a finger deep inside me and began pumping furiously as her tongue plunged into the crack of my ass. Dropping down on my elbows, Sydney suddenly jammed a second finger inside me, increasing her velocity, while her tongue lathered my sphincter. My fists clutched the cast iron of the headboard as wails of unbridled and unprecedented ecstasy poured out of my mouth. I felt Sydney’s tongue press through my puckered rosebud and she was now tongue-fucking my ass while she finger-fucked my pussy.
Sydney’s tongue seemed to sink deeper and deeper into my bowels with every stroke and her feral growls only seemed to become more wanton; of course, I could barely hear them over my own orgasmic screams. Finally the orgasm smashed over me like a tidal wave and my body literally seized and collapsed on the mattress; my heart had never pounded so hard and I was gasping desperately for air as Sydney finally relented.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh baby!” I moaned into the pillow.
Sydney was kissing her way up the line of my back, crawling up over me like a stalking lioness and gliding her hands over my sweaty flesh. As she came to my neck, I rolled over and snatched her; throwing my arms around her shoulders and locking my legs around her waist as our mouths scorched together in another greedy, wanton kiss. I rolled us over and pinned Sydney’s seething, sweaty body beneath me as those muscled arms and powerful legs locked around me. I squirmed down her body, dragging my tongue down Sydney’s amazingly soft skin, pelting her with gentle kisses and savoring licks until I reached her bountiful breasts and took one of her nipples in my mouth. Just as she had done me, I suckled and savored each of Sydney’s throbbing nipples in turn, molding the supple flesh of her breasts in my long fingers.
Sydney spread her legs wide and I slipped my body between, kissing her silky inner thighs, teasing the skin with the tip of my tongue, dragging it ever so sensually down to her beautiful little pussy; and it was SO beautiful. The heat trickling out of her young body was intense; she was saturated, swollen and the musky scent of her arousal flooded my nostrils. With no previous pussy eating experience, I decided to do a little teasing. I swirled the tip of my tongue around her hood and down the surface of her engorged inner labia. Sydney jerked and I pelted her pussy with soft, savoring kisses. Suddenly, she snatched a handful of my sweaty hair and rolled me out from between her legs and onto my back.
“Why you dirty old tease you!” She hissed and smiled deviously. “You asked for it, and now you’re gonna get it.”
Sydney sprang off the bed and opened the drawer of the bedside table. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I was so aroused that I didn’t really care. Gently playing with myself, I observed Sydney remove a big, thick strap-on from within the drawer and slipped it securely around her slim waist. I should have been apprehensive and freaked, but by now my mind was drowning in a deep ocean of euphoric lust and was completely fogged with carnal passion. Watching Sydney lubricate the massive cock, I felt my body turning almost of its own volition toward her; my legs wide open and my pussy aching.
Sydney slid back onto the bed on her knees and spread me open like a pair of scissors. Resting on my right elbow and laying partially on my right side, Sydney draped my left leg over her shoulder at the knee and teasingly brushed the head of the cock over my pulsing folds and quivering slit.
“Oh yeah!” I hissed.
Sydney grinned mischievously as she slowly guided the head of her cock inside me, swirled it around and pulled it out again.
“Tease me, will ya?” She hissed. “You wanna get fucked?”
“Oh yeah! Fuck me!” I growled.
With that, Sydney stabbed the massive cock deep inside me; practically sheering me in half as she impaled me. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as my entire body seized with the violation. Clutching my leg thrown over her shoulder, Sydney pumped her cock in and out of me; the cast iron headboard thumping against the wall with each of Sydney’s deep pelvic thrusts.
“Oh yeah! Oh God! Oh Sydney! Oh yeah, baby! Fuck me with that cock! Oh yeah!!” I moaned as Sydney fucked me.
My moaning and screaming only fueled Sydney’s passion and she dramatically increased the velocity of her thrusts; pounding her cock furiously, deeper and deeper inside me; growling like a wild animal. Sweat was racing down her seething body, sprinkling onto my stomach and breasts as she fucked me. Pumping with unbelievable vigor and speed, the searing pleasure nearly splitting me in half, Sydney suddenly stabbed me hard and deep as I collapsed on my back, arching it toward the ceiling as my howls echoed off of it. My left leg slid off her shoulder and joined my right in locking around her waist as Sydney toppled down atop me; her beautiful breasts mashing themselves against mine while her cock was still buried deep inside me. Both of us were gasping for air and I could feel Sydney’s heart literally thudding against my chest as I held her against me; digging my fingernails deep into the skin of her muscled back.
Sydney regained her composure quickly and was soon lathering my neck with licks and suckling kisses as she sensually burrowed the cock around inside me.
“Do all your customers get this kind of service?” I asked.
“No!” Sydney said as she suddenly rose up and looked directly into my eyes. “Only beautiful, sexy women named Becky who show up after closing on a hot summer night.”
With that, Sydney braced herself up on her muscled arms and resumed her feverous pelvic thrusts; pounding that cock with a unrelenting and merciless rhythm deep into me. Suddenly, Sydney’s hands went around my throat as she stabbed that cock ever faster and deeper inside me. My hands groped desperately at the sheets and at the headboard, my screams were reaching octaves higher than I ever thought humanly possible.
“Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! OHHHHHHHHH YEAH, BABY! OHHHHHH, YOU’RE IN SO DEEP! FUCKING ME SO HARD!!” I roared.
Whatever cool air might have been filtering into the room earlier had long since vanished. The air was stale, stifling hot and inundated with the forbidden odors of passion! Sydney and I were both so saturated with sex, sweat and tears that we might as well have been swimming. Our bodies were slick; glistening in the dim light of the room and our hair was completely waterlogged and the long locks were sticking to our sweaty skin. The sheets and mattress too, were soaked clear to the box springs.
Sydney pummeled me with such vigor and wanton desire that despite the indescribable pleasure and intense erotica, I couldn’t help but be deeply moved. It had been so long since someone had made love to me with such overwhelming passion. In truth, it had never happened.
At last, Sydney again collapsed in an exhausted pile of sexy feminine muscle on top of me and I held her close; grazing my fingers over her sweaty back and reveling in the enticing muscularity. She rested for only a few moments and we kissed softly; then she suddenly sprung up and turned me over onto all fours. I just couldn’t get over her amazing stamina. Sydney positioned herself directly behind me, spread my legs, slipped in between them and impaled me once more, holding me by the hips and digging her fingernails into my skin as she pummeled me. The headboard was slamming against the wall as my orgasmic howls bounced off them simultaneously.
Finally, Sydney slipped out from inside me and fell over backwards onto the mattress as my arms and knees gave out and I collapsed on my stomach. Both of us were gasping and trembling with exhaustion and passion; it was so unbelievably hot in her loft now! As the intensity of the passion slowly passed, I managed to push myself up and crawl around to where Sydney was sprawled out on the soaking wet sheets. Stalking up over her sweat drenched body, I kissed her softly on the lips and suckled her tongue. I then reached down, unhooked the strap-on and slipped it off of her.
“What do you say, I take this off of you.” I said. “I like it, yes; but I like you much better.”
I let the strap-on slide off the bed and then I snuggled down beside Sydney; entwining in a seething, sweaty web of long legs and muscled arms, the two of us just gazed deeply into each other’s eyes as we softly caressed each other’s bodies and suckled each other’s lips.
Slowly, the air in the loft cooled and Sydney gathered me up possessively; tenderly in her arms and kissed me so deeply that I could actually taste the girl’s soul. I fell asleep in her arms and had never felt more loved and safe.
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I awoke to the sound of a car engine starting in the garage below. Daylight was pouring into the window of the loft; the air was cool, but still smelled of wondrous sex. I roused myself out of Sydney’s bed and wrapped my very sticky naked body up in the sheet as I virtually floated across the room and down the ladder. It never occurred to me that the service station was open or there might be customers on the premises.
Stepping off the ladder, I found my car was parked in the second bay and it was running like new. The engine shut off and Sydney emerged from the driver’s side in nothing but her grimy overalls.
“Morning, sexy.” She said.
“Morning.” I replied. “I thought you told me that there was no fix to it.”
“I lied.”
“You lied?”
“Yep.” She said as she shut the hood and turned to face me.
“Why?”
“How else was I gonna get you to stay?”
“What?”
“Becky, from the moment I first saw you, I knew I wanted you more than I’d ever wanted anyone. You’re only about the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“Mad at you? Well, let’s see: You lied to me and took advantage of my emotional despair in order to have sex with me. Yeah, I suppose I’d be furious with you were it not for the fact that you made me feel more loved and desired than anyone else ever has or probably ever will.” I told her.
“So you’re not mad?”
“Actually, I’m a little embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed?”
“In my haste out of bed this morning, I seem to have misplaced my wallet. So I’m afraid I have no way to pay you for repairing my car.”
“Becky, you don’t …” Sydney began.
“So would you take this instead?”
I dropped the sheet and displayed my naked body to her right there in the garage.
“Oh, I think we can work something out.” She replied with a beaming grin.
The service station never opened that day, for young Sydney was far too busy, and far too naked “consulting her client” to provide anyone else with adequate service. Sydney and I fucked like wild savages all day and well into the night in every nook, cranny and position imaginable. Talk about a service station.
I finally got back on the road the following morning and no sooner did I cross the Texas State Line, did my phone inform me that I had nearly fifteen voicemail messages; all of which were from my frantically worried baby girl. I called her back, assured her I was fine and told her that I had experienced car trouble in some tiny town with no cell service and was stranded there for a couple days while the mechanic made some rather extensive repairs on the old girl. Boy, did she ever!
No sooner did I hang up with Amanda, I called my lawyer, who is also my cousin; instructing her to get busy writing up divorce papers.
“Bout fucking time!” She declared and we shared a laugh.
About half an hour later, my phone rang again and it was Amanda; frantic, for she had left her precious CD collection in the trunk of my car. I told her that I would send them via FedEx overnight as soon as I got home and that seemed to calm her.
Yet no sooner did I hang up the phone did I pull a sharp U-turn and headed back toward the Land of Enchantment with the reasoning that I would return my daughter’s CD collection to her personally. But it truth, it was really for another round of hot, wild and sweaty sex with a beautiful young mechanic on yet another hot summer night!
THE END