get fresh with me, young man. The trouble with you is that you never grew up. I should never have souped up that kiddie car for you. You won’t stop playing with it.”
“I’m sorry.” I had no right to let out on him the frustration I felt toward myself.
“I’m in Palm Beach,” he said. “I want you to come down here and spend a few days with me.”
“What for?”
“I don’t know.” From the way he sounded I knew he was lying in his teeth. Or maybe they weren’t his teeth at all. “We’ll just talk.”
I thought for a moment. “Okay.”
“Good,” he said. “You coming alone? I have to let the housekeeper know.”
I looked across at Cindy. “I don’t know yet.”
He chuckled. “If she’s pretty, bring her. There’s little enough to look at down here besides the sea and the sand.”
He clicked off and Cindy took the phone from my hand and put it back on the wall. I got up and she gave me a towel. She took my drink and walked into the other room.
I dried myself and, wrapping the towel around my waist, followed her. My drink was on the table and she was on the floor doing things with her four-track tape recorder. I took another pull at the drink and watched.
She was placing the small reels in containers and marking the boxes. She was a motor-sound buff. Something about the roar of an engine turned her on. Some girls like vibrators, all she needed was noise. Put her in the car seat next to you and gun the motor, then place your hand on her cunt and you came away with a cupful of honey.
“Get any good sound?” I asked.
“Some.” She didn’t look back at me. “Is it over?”
“Why? Just because I forgot to pick you up?”
She turned around. “That’s not what I’m asking,” she said without expression. “Fearless says the talk around the track is that you’re quitting.”
Fearless Peerless was one of the backup drivers on J.C.’s team. He worked mostly on the dirt tracks trying to move his way into the big time. I tried to keep the edge of jealousy out of my voice. “Fearless bring you home?”
“Yes.”
“You got eyes for him?”
“He’s got eyes for me.” It was fact. He wasn’t the only one and I knew it. She was something special.
I felt the heat in my balls. “Set up the player.”
She stared at me for a moment, then silently put the player on a small table at the foot of the bed. Expertly she set up the four speakers, two on each side of the bed, and plugged in the lead wires. She glanced at me.
“Put on the big tape. The one you made at Daytona last year.”
She took the reel from her case and threaded it into the machine. She turned to look at me.
By now my hard-on had distended the towel around my waist into a tent. “Get out of your clothes.”
She stripped and stretched out on the bed, her eyes watching me. She still hadn’t said a word.
I reached over and switched on the player. The lead tape hissed and then the crowd noises filtered through. Suddenly there was an explosion of sound as the engines roared. The race had begun.
I stepped onto the bed and stood over her. Her lips were parted and she seemed to be scarcely breathing as the pink of her tongue parted her white teeth. She was all honey-brown and gold except for the narrow white band around her small full breasts and the triangle of her hips and legs. The coral pink of her nipples popped open and up at me and the soft down between her legs began to glisten with tiny diamonds.
I moved up on the bed and pushed my feet under her armpits until her shoulders rested on them. Then I pulled off the towel.
My hard slapped up against my belly. I stood there over her face and she stared up at me. I didn’t move.
Suddenly she whimpered and reached up and grabbed my cock. She pulled me down into her mouth, gobbling and making noises deep in her throat. I sank to my knees over her face, moving with the writhing and thrusting of her hips behind me.
I felt her tongue licking at my balls and then move
“I’m sorry.” I had no right to let out on him the frustration I felt toward myself.
“I’m in Palm Beach,” he said. “I want you to come down here and spend a few days with me.”
“What for?”
“I don’t know.” From the way he sounded I knew he was lying in his teeth. Or maybe they weren’t his teeth at all. “We’ll just talk.”
I thought for a moment. “Okay.”
“Good,” he said. “You coming alone? I have to let the housekeeper know.”
I looked across at Cindy. “I don’t know yet.”
He chuckled. “If she’s pretty, bring her. There’s little enough to look at down here besides the sea and the sand.”
He clicked off and Cindy took the phone from my hand and put it back on the wall. I got up and she gave me a towel. She took my drink and walked into the other room.
I dried myself and, wrapping the towel around my waist, followed her. My drink was on the table and she was on the floor doing things with her four-track tape recorder. I took another pull at the drink and watched.
She was placing the small reels in containers and marking the boxes. She was a motor-sound buff. Something about the roar of an engine turned her on. Some girls like vibrators, all she needed was noise. Put her in the car seat next to you and gun the motor, then place your hand on her cunt and you came away with a cupful of honey.
“Get any good sound?” I asked.
“Some.” She didn’t look back at me. “Is it over?”
“Why? Just because I forgot to pick you up?”
She turned around. “That’s not what I’m asking,” she said without expression. “Fearless says the talk around the track is that you’re quitting.”
Fearless Peerless was one of the backup drivers on J.C.’s team. He worked mostly on the dirt tracks trying to move his way into the big time. I tried to keep the edge of jealousy out of my voice. “Fearless bring you home?”
“Yes.”
“You got eyes for him?”
“He’s got eyes for me.” It was fact. He wasn’t the only one and I knew it. She was something special.
I felt the heat in my balls. “Set up the player.”
She stared at me for a moment, then silently put the player on a small table at the foot of the bed. Expertly she set up the four speakers, two on each side of the bed, and plugged in the lead wires. She glanced at me.
“Put on the big tape. The one you made at Daytona last year.”
She took the reel from her case and threaded it into the machine. She turned to look at me.
By now my hard-on had distended the towel around my waist into a tent. “Get out of your clothes.”
She stripped and stretched out on the bed, her eyes watching me. She still hadn’t said a word.
I reached over and switched on the player. The lead tape hissed and then the crowd noises filtered through. Suddenly there was an explosion of sound as the engines roared. The race had begun.
I stepped onto the bed and stood over her. Her lips were parted and she seemed to be scarcely breathing as the pink of her tongue parted her white teeth. She was all honey-brown and gold except for the narrow white band around her small full breasts and the triangle of her hips and legs. The coral pink of her nipples popped open and up at me and the soft down between her legs began to glisten with tiny diamonds.
I moved up on the bed and pushed my feet under her armpits until her shoulders rested on them. Then I pulled off the towel.
My hard slapped up against my belly. I stood there over her face and she stared up at me. I didn’t move.
Suddenly she whimpered and reached up and grabbed my cock. She pulled me down into her mouth, gobbling and making noises deep in her throat. I sank to my knees over her face, moving with the writhing and thrusting of her hips behind me.
I felt her tongue licking at my balls and then move
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