This is a ninety percent true story, just a few additions here and there...
The nineteen seventy-five Elvis Presley Convention was swinging, somewhere over two thousand fans were having a great time. My stall was busy, I had a new selection of Elvis posters, from a deal I'd done in France. I was happy, rushed off my feet, with customer after customer, and taking a load.
"Would you like some help behind there?" Came this voice.
I glanced up from my rolling up of posters, and there was this quite pretty young lady.
"No, you're okay, but thanks anyway," I replied without having given it much thought.
A little later, things eased a bit.
I thought of the girl who had offered to help, she was familiar in some way, but I couldn't, for the life of me, figure why. She had looked nice, I thought, why hadn't I accepted her offer, I wondered. Naturally, I realised, that's just me, a bit slow on the uptake at times.
Things had slowed down a lot, for me anyway. So, I thought, I might as well pack up, maybe go and catch some of the action.
I roamed around, bought a couple of records, then there she was again. She was looking through some sheet music.
She looked up at me, when I said, "Hi again, thanks for your offer to help, I should have said yes, but it kind-off caught me on the hop, I really didn't think."
"That's okay Mike, but I would have loved to have helped."
I looked at her a bit closer, in the dim light, "You know my name and I'm sure I know you from somewhere, but, I'm sorry, I just can't place it."
She smiled, "You used to go round Nanik's house once a week, I was there a couple of times with my husband, as was."
Nanik was an Elvis dealer, who always came up with the latest foreign issued material.
Now I remembered. There was a policeman, Jim was his name I think.
"Jim, was that it? You're Sue, am I right?"
"Spot on." She answered. "But I don't talk about him anymore."
I hadn't asked but she went on to explain, "We were only married a couple of months, when I knew something was seriously wrong. He didn't want to sleep with me, and finally admitted that he was gay, he'd only married me to help hide the fact. His promotion prospects in the police force, he said. He did admit that it had been a mistake, and he knew it wasn't fair on me. So, we divorced, and, well, here I am."
"That's a bit of story Hey! I'm sorry."
"No problem, it was four years ago now, so water under the bridge, and all that. Can I tell you something though?"
I just nodded to her.
"Well, the last time I saw you, I already knew I was leaving Jim, I watched you doing your deals with Nanik, and I remembered thinking at the time, I fancy this guy, I wonder if he'll give me what my husband won't."
The surprise must have shown on my face.
"Do I shock you? I have a way of saying what's on my mind but as I said, that was four years ago."
I was sort of, lost for words, but finally managed, "Can I get you a drink or something?"
"I'd love a drink, thanks." She took my arm, and without a by-your-leave, she steered towards the bar.
A couple of Bacardi and coke's later, she suddenly suggested we take a stroll.
She said, "You know, I tried to find you when I left Jim. But I couldn't find Nanik's house, I'd only ever been driven there twice, and I couldn't remember where it was. Then, today I saw you, I was so disappointed when you turned down my offer of help."
She asked me for a cigarette, she held my hands as I held the lighter up for her, I noticed that she wasn't looking at the cigarette, but instead at my face.
"You're not gay, are you Mike?"
"I most definitely am not," I answered.
Her hand went between my legs and fondled my cock, "Sorry for asking, but that's good to hear, you don't mind if I play with this then?"
Shit! I jumped with surprise, but then so did my cock.
"Where's your car? You do have one here, I guess, what with all your stock."
We walked to where my car was parked, round the back, by the trade entrance.
"Oh, nice and dark." She said, then followed with, "You're back seat's full of posters, in that case, the bonnet will have to do."
With that, she raised her skirt to her hips, as she hoiked herself up. I reached between her legs.
"It's okay Mike, no need for prelims, I'm already soaked from just thinking about it when we were at the bar." As she proceeded to lower my zipper.
She wasn't wearing any panties under the skirt, she just pulled my cock out, and with a smile on her face, guided it straight for her pussy. I couldn't see anything in the dark, but I did feel the wetness, as I sunk into her. She clenched, hard, on my cock, and pushed up to meet me. She was leaning back on her elbows, I could just make out, that she was studying my face.
"Come on lover boy, fuck me as hard as you like, I want to feel a real cock."
Normally, I have to admit, her language would have shocked me, it's never been my style. Maybe, that's why it seemed to inflame me, I was acting different, I felt aggressive, I wanted to fuck this woman silly. So, I thrust hard, lifting her body up off the bonnet.
She moaned, "That's it lover, fuck me!"
There's only one way to describe it, it was animalistic lust, plain and simple.
She reached up, her arms went around my neck, at the same time, her legs had encircled my hips, she ground hard into me, gripping me tight into her.
She bit my neck, hard, it hurt like hell, but I barely noticed.
She gasped, "I'm nearly there, are you ready?"
I couldn't answer, I was too busy fucking to care."
I felt the surging up through my cock, and somehow managed a mumbled "Now."