I hadn't been to my hometown in almost twenty five years. I left the day after graduating high school and never looked back. The only thing that might have held me there was Jenny Stafford, but she left for a college three states away the same day. She went back to the books and I went to work.
Four years later, I heard she graduated with honors and married her college boyfriend. By then, I owned my own transmission shop and garage. The transmission shop paid the bills and the garage paid for the hot rods. The hot rods put money in the bank.
So, why was I back in this little one horse town? That was a good question and I didn't have any answer but circumstance. That and a road trip that took a wrong turn. As usual, there was a woman involved. A cute little blonde I met at the car show where I was showing my latest creation.
My name is Mike Miller for any that might care.
*****
After the show was over, the boys loaded everything up and I hauled ass with the blonde. My driver car is a 1932 Plymouth two door hardtop complete with suicide doors. You know, the ones that open backwards. It has a big block under the hood and power to spare. The blonde was impressed to say the least.
She was curled up on the tuck and rolled leather seat next to me and purring louder than the motor, as I played with her right breast, my arm draped across her shoulders. A thin silk blouse, no bra, and a rock hard nipple under my palm had my dick as hard as her nipple. The fact that she had her left hand between my legs wasn't hurting anything either.
We were rocking and rolling down the interstate south of Dallas and she was rattling on about the little town where she grew up. I was trying to remember where the nearest motel was and not listening very closely to her or paying very much attention to anything but her big ass boob.
"Hey! You do know there's a cop behind you, right?" She asked suddenly, turning in the seat.
Her breast moved from under my hand and I glanced up at the rearview mirror. Sure enough, blue lights were flashing behind me. "Shit!" I said as I changed lanes and then changed lanes again.
On the shoulder, I pulled to a stop as the blonde moved over on the seat. When I rolled down the driver's side window, I was greeted by a state troopers uniform.
"You were going a little fast, weren't you?" the officer asked.
"Uh, maybe a little," I said with a grin looking up at him. "I was slightly distracted for a few minutes."
He leaned over and looked at the blonde. She smiled sweetly at him as she buttoned up a couple of buttons on her blouse. The way she was sitting with one leg curled up on the seat had her legs spread. The soft silky material of her short shorts was pulled up tightly over her sex making a nice cameltoe.
He grinned. "Distractions do happen but they can be dangerous."
"Yes sir, I agree one hundred percent," I said leaning over to reach for my wallet.
"Nice car. You've been up at the car show, I take it?" He asked.
"Yes sir, I had a car in the show. It didn't take any prizes but it did get honorable mention." I told him.
He nodded and slapped his ticket book on his hand. "I'm going to give you a break and let you off with a warning." He leaned over and looked at the blonde. "You need to keep your seatbelt on young lady and stop distracting the driver."
She giggled, sat up straighter, and pushed out her chest. "He started it." Her hard nipples were making tents in the silk blouse.
The office chuckled and looked at me. "I was going to tell you to have a nice day but I think you have that covered."
"Is there a motel and someplace to eat at the next off ramp?" I asked.
"A motel and two truck stop cafés," he said with a wink. "From experience I can tell you the food is good at both of them."
I looked over at the blonde and licked my lips. "Buckle that seatbelt baby, it's time for some groceries, and I already know what I'm having for dessert."
With a giggle, she turned to face forward and clicked the lap belt in place. "I'm ready when you are."
The officer was walking back to his car when I started the motor and pulled away slowly.
*****
We had supper at a truck stop and I checked us in at the motel across the way. When I returned to the car, the first thing I noticed was the top four buttons on the young woman's blouse were undone. The side of her right breast was showing along with her fingertip sized nipple. I was grinning as I got in the car.
I parked in front of the room and got out. She slid across the seat to my side and looked up at me with her cute smile. "I've never been to a motel before. It makes me feel naughty."
"Why should it make you feel naughty? Everyone needs a shower and sleep ever so often," I said with a deadpan expression.
Her eyes got wide, her mouth opened for a moment and then she giggled and whispered, "You're teasing me, right."
I leaned over and traced a finger down the bare skin showing between her breasts. "Yes, I'm teasing you." I moved the finger to one side lifting the edge of her blouse until I could see her nipple and the large dark circle under it. Licking my lips, I moved the finger over the other way to expose that nipple and licked my lips again. She had a light tan and there were triangles of snow white skin over each breast.
She shivered as I looked at her right nipple and then whimpered as I looked at the left. "Are you going to suck on my nipples?" She asked with a breathy catch in her voice.
"Not out here," I said and then grinned. "But in the room, I'm going to lick them, suck on them, nibble on them, and probably chew on them."
She groaned softly as her right hand came over and rubbed the cameltoe between her legs. "What... what are you going to do to this?" she asked in a hushed whisper.
For a second I wondered if this was some kind of little girl foreplay and then I asked, "How old are you?"
"I, uh, just turned nineteen. That was my first job. My Uncle hired me to stand around and look pretty, as he called it."
"Nineteen or eighteen?" I asked with a frown on my face.
She looked down quickly and then whispered, "Eighteen."
