9 comments/ 34331 views/ 5 favorites A View to Die For By: Cromagnonman Disclaimer: This is a story, a work of fiction, and any views expressed in it are not necessarily those of the author. It is an examination of some of the sexual and social mores that exist in today's world. If you wish to comment, but do not want to publicly identify yourself, rather than hide behind the 'anonymous' tag, please feel free to contact me by email through the link in my profile and I will address your criticism/concern in person and in private. * I guess that you could say that I was a pervert and she was a prick tease. I didn't have a lot of choice, what with being confined to this rotten fucking wheelchair and the window next to my computer, where I spend most of my time, just happened to overlook the back yard and swimming pool of her house. It wasn't helped by her sunbathing naked at every opportunity. To make matters worse she would apply sunscreen to her body in such a way that I had no option but to jerk off. I'm in this chair because of an accident during a car rally. I came over a crest at high speed, it looked spectacular on the highlights video, only to find a spectator had decided to run across the track about fifty metres ahead of me. There was little that I could do while I was airborne but as soon as I hit the gravel road I threw my car sideways hoping to wash off enough speed so that he could get safely across the track. He panicked and stopped running and I ran off the track and slammed into a large tree. If it hadn't been for the roll-cage I would have been killed, as it was my right leg was badly crushed and, after weeks of living in hope in hospital, the decision was made to amputate below the knee. That was a year ago and I'm waiting to be fitted with a prosthetic leg so that I can get up and about and out of this contraption. In the mean time I'm giving this writing business a go, and it's not as easy as you might think, in fact it's bloody frustrating trying to think of something to write about, what with the distraction next door. Every time she picks up the bottle of sunscreen I imagine that it's me that's rubbing it into her gloriously golden skin, around the soft orbs of her breasts, over her flat stomach and her thighs that open as soon as she feels my hand on them. Her hips lift as my hand caresses the insides of her thighs and my finger gently parts her pussy lips. It's about then that I realize that my shorts are down around my knees and I'm going for it. When I said that I was confined to this wheelchair that isn't entirely true, I can get around on crutches but find that the chair is easier when there are no stairs involved. My car required little modification to enable me to drive again, being an automatic I only need one pedal, but I've had to learn to use my left foot, being an Australian and driving on the left, it was my right leg that copped it, but once I mastered it I was fine. My accident was the final nail in the coffin of my already fragile marriage, Elizabeth my wife, who was all for me rallying before we got married, resented my involvement in the sport afterwards. When we first met she volunteered to be my navigator but found the speed, at which we had to drive on gravel roads to be competitive, was too much for her. She became my crew chief, responsible for the logistics of the operation but when the kids began to arrive she used that as an excuse to cease her involvement in the sport. Then she met the accountant, about as far from me as possible. He was stable, with a steady job, and no interests that involved putting his life on the line, in other words, boring. Following my close encounter with the tree she decided to take the kids and leave me for Mr Boring. I miss the kids and, on the too few occasions that I'm allowed to see them, I get the feeling that they miss me. Both Jason and Bethany seem to have inherited the rev head streak from me and get excited when I take them for a drive in the countryside around the Adelaide Hills. I have another reason for doing this, I fully intend, once I'm up to speed with my prosthetic leg, to enter into the Supaloc Targa Adelaide Rally. It's a tarmac rally and there is the Regularity category where the competitors have to average 90kph over each competitive stage. In some stages I realise that I'll have to curb my enthusiasm, while others will be difficult to complete the stage on time. Points are lost for finishing the stage early or late and vehicles are restricted to 130kph. I dragged my eyes away from the vision next door and pushed my chair back from the desk. I needed to get to the supermarket to pick up some groceries because I've got the kids this weekend and I won't stoop to junk food for them. Macca's is definitely out. I showered and put on a clean pair of shorts and a tee shirt and holding on to my chair I hopped down the stairs to the front door. As I stowed the chair intro the back of my car I noticed the vision coming out of her front door. "Hi." She smiled at me. "Do you need a hand with anything?" "No, I'm okay thanks, I've just about got the hang of this." I said as, using the car as support I hopped around to the driver's door. "Okay, see ya." She waved as she got into her, holy crap she drives a WRX, (Subaru) and by the sound of it it's not your bog standard garden type Rex. Memories of the mess that I left mine in came flooding back to me. I found a spot in the Disabled section of the car park and wheeled myself into the supermarket. I grabbed a basket from the rack and placed it on my knees and headed into the melee that was shopping. Luckily most of the good stuff was within reach and I soon had my basket almost full, and heavy. I was looking the male deodorants on the top shelf, I assumed that the stackers thought that men who squirted their pits were all tall and fit, not sitting in a fucking chair. "Can I get something for you?" I looked and my jaw dropped. From this level and up this close she was amazing, I only had to raise my eyes a fraction to see those magnificent tits up close. Quickly gathering my senses, "Do you think that you could get me that deodorant," I pointed to my chosen brand, "Thank you." She reached up and in doing so the hem of her top raised a little, revealing some of her glorious flat belly. She placed it in my basket. "There you go." She looked at me for a few seconds and just when I thought that she was about to walk away, she put her hand on mine. "You seem to be able to get around okay in your chair." "I try, there are some things that I still have a problem with, but most things I can manage okay." I was trying to think of something that would prevent her from leaving. "When you've finished here would you like to join me for a coffee?" Would I? You've got to be kidding me, I'd jump through hoops to have coffee with her. "I'd like that, thank you." I said softly to hide my elation. She went through the wide checkout so that she could help me with my things and we set off down the mall to the cafe. We managed to get a table where I could park my chair without encroaching into the walk space and she went off to get our coffees, and as it turned out, some disgustingly fat making cake. "I'm Tiffany by the way." She said as she sat down with the goodies. She was wearing a wraparound skirt and a fair bit of leg was visible for a split second until it disappeared under the table. "Matthew, Matt to my millions of friend." She had a nice laugh. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you lose your leg?" "I had an accident in a rally, some clown ran across the road in front of me and I swerved to avoid him and hit a tree." "That was you? I read about that and it was on TV. There wasn't much you could do without hitting him." "Yeah, and the thousand times that I go over it in my mind in slow motion, I realise that, but it doesn't make it any easier." "It must have been devastating for you to lose everything like that, your leg, your car, it was your life wasn't it?" "That's what my wife said to me when she left with the kids, that I had no room in my life for a family. She was wrong of course, it's just that she didn't have the same passion for rallying that I had and refused to see that I could have enough passion left over for my family. She was just looking for an excuse to leave, she'd already met someone else, someone that would devote all his emotional resources to her. Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so bitter, but it still hurts that I have such limited access to the kids." "I really admire rally drivers, even more than the V8 Supercar (Australian Touring car class that evolved from production car racing) drivers, sure they drive incredibly fast but on a purpose built circuit while you guys have a mixture of surfaces and road conditions to contend with. I wish that I could drive that well." "There's no reason that you can't, that is unless you're totally unco, it's just a matter of knowing the fundamentals and then practise. When you got your license, what sort of car did you learn in?" "A Toyota Camry, why?" "It's a front wheel drive and you drive a Rex now and that's all wheel drive, different technique entirely. For ordinary day to day driving most modern cars virtually drive themselves and you feel safe because of the design of the car and all of those air bags to protect you when things go wrong. The secret of good driving is to know your car so that you can prevent things from going wrong in the first place, and knowing how to react when things do go wrong." "You sound critical of the driver training." "I am, and for very good reason. Teaching drivers enough to go to the shops doesn't prepare them for emergency situations, you're not taught how to read the road and the surrounding area so that you can adjust your driving to suit the conditions. There is nothing in the driver training that will prepare drivers for country driving, high speeds on sometimes poor roads, gravel even, that requires a whole new set of driving skills." "Have you ever been scared in a car?" "Apart from seeing some clown running across the road in front of me, yes. Many years ago (not that many) a friend was building a racing brick (Mini Cooper) for the Classic Touring Car category. This car, on paper at least, had a top speed of around 300kph, I don't think it ever got there because it never got on the track. He took me for a test drive in it on this road that fell down a cliff in a series of very tight hairpin bends. There I was, strapping into a race seat, full harness, white knuckling the 'ohmejeesus' handle as we went down this road at over 70kph and then he turned around and went back up the hill even faster. I just about had to change my jocks." "Do you think that you can teach me to drive properly?" "Of course, I think that I'd enjoy that and I don't mean that in a 'dirty old man' kind of way." "How about this afternoon?" "Aren't you the eager one? Okay, let's get this lot home and I'll see what I need to teach you." We finished our coffee and went home. I was still putting my stuff away when I heard her come through my front door. "Wow, look at all of those trophies!" "Yeah I seemed to have picked up the odd trophy or several over the years." She came into the kitchen. "Do you need a hand with anything? Forgive me, I should stop asking that because you're not helpless." "It's okay, at least you ask, most people couldn't care less." I finished putting the stuff in the cupboards. "Okay, are you ready?" I grabbed my crutches and followed her to her car. I threw my crutches onto the back seat and climbed in. She was about to fire up the engine. "Before you start, are you comfortable with that seat position, I think you're a little close to the steering wheel, if you're not comfortable you'll find that it will bother you and you'll lose concentration. She adjusted the seat until she felt comfortable. "Now adjust your mirrors, all three of them, so that you don't have to move your head too much to see what's going on behind you." She carried out the necessary adjustments. "Okay, now you can fire it up." I directed her to the start of a winding, hilly road, one that would probably be a Targa stage. "Stop here for a minute. What I want you to do is to drive as fast as you can, without getting onto the wrong side of the road and about two kilometres along I want you to pull over and we'll revue your performance." After she'd driven the two kilometres and pulled over she turned to me. "Well, how did I go?" "Not bad, not bad at all. A couple of things you could change though, you're driving this like it's a front wheel drive car, when you come to a corner brake a little earlier and not as hard, as you turn in, gently accelerate and increase your speed until you feel that it's getting close to its limits of adhesion, that's where you leave the throttle until you are out of the corner. It's all about balance, if you brake too hard and too late your car is unbalanced and you're more likely to get into trouble." We travelled another couple of kilometres before I stopped her again. "That's good, you're doing really well, but there is something else that you can do to give your better control. I want you to go into the corner in the same gear that you intend to exit in. This car's peak torque comes in at fairly high revs, about 4,000, anything below that you're not getting the full benefit of the power you have, you'll find that you'll automatically start to adjust your gears and engine revs to give you better pulling power and better handling, once you master that you're well on the way to having effective car control. The points to remember are; know yourself and don't exceed your capabilities, know your car, what it can and can't do, that way you'll know how far you can push it and, when faced with an emergency, what you need to do to save the situation. Just as important is to be able to read the road, and I don't mean that patch of road immediately in front of your car, look ahead so that you can be ready for any emergency and so that you can avoid any emergencies." "You are really passionate about this aren't you?" "You could say that, ever since I got behind the wheel of a car I just wanted to be able to drive myself, and it, to its limits. Having given you a lecture, let's see how well you drive now." I will give her this, she was a good learner and in no time at all she had demonstrated a level of competence that many other drivers would never achieve. She drove into my driveway and stopped her car. "Well, how did I do for my first driving lesson?" "You did very well, you have a natural ability that many drivers just don't have, and I include many male drivers that I know. I think that you could develop those skills and become a rally driver, although until you get some experience on gravel roads I'd recommend that you stick to tarmac rallies, in fact. . . . ." "In fact what?" She looked at me as if she was trying to read my mind. "Well, there's a tarmac rally coming up in a few months, the Supaloc Targa Adelaide. I was planning to run in it next year once I sorted out my prosthetic leg, but if you're interested you could always enter and I can navigate for you, I only need one leg for that." "You're serious aren't you? Do you think I'm that good?" I could see that, with a little encouragement from me she would jump at the opportunity. "I think that you're that good, all we need for you to do is to get your CAMS (Confederation of Australian Motor Sport, the governing body for motorsport) Level 2S licence. We'll need to put in some practise kilometres of course, the Regularity Classification takes some getting used to, and I'm not just saying that so that I can see a lot more of you." As soon as I saw that wicked look on her face I knew what she was going to say. "I think that you've seen pretty much all there is of me to see." "You noticed, did you?" "Yes, I noticed in fact I enjoyed myself teasing you and thinking about you sitting up there in your room jerking off, but now I'm sorry for that, I wasn't aware at first that you were in a wheelchair." "Even if I hadn't been in this chair I would have still enjoyed watching you, wishing that it was me down there rubbing sunscreen onto your body. I enjoyed the show and, if it doesn't make me out to be a dirty old pervert, I'd enjoy it if you didn't stop, that's if it doesn't creep you out too much." "I orchestrated the meeting with you today so that I could tell you what I thought of you, but having met you and talked to you, I realised that you're not the sick bastard that I thought you were, and when you volunteered to teach me to drive I went along with it to get to know you better. You did something today that I never thought possible and that was to awaken in me a desire to become a better driver. Having done that I have two propositions for you; in exchange for teaching me more about rally driving, and being my navigator in that rally, I'll actually allow you to apply my sunscreen for me. There's still an hour or two of perfectly good sunlight, how about it?" "I don't know whether I can manage that." "You won't know until you try. Didn't you tell me that when you first started driving you would push yourself and your car to your limits? If you don't push yourself you won't know if you can do it." "If it's all the same to you I'd rather get to know you better before I leave myself open to the obvious temptation that your generous offer will surely present. Please don't take it as an outright rejection, it's just that I have been hurt once by a woman and don't want to rush into any new relationship." "I understand your reluctance, in fact my invitation was a quantum leap of faith for me, I too have been hurt. I was in what I thought was a stable relationship with my boyfriend but after having told me hundreds of times that my job wasn't a problem he announces out of the blue that he can't take it anymore." "What do you do? You're always at home during the day." "I work as a croupier at the casino, days at home are my only chance to see the sun." "That's interesting. One thing that I've always wondered about, you hear about big winners but what about the big losers, over a period of, say a year, would your average punter finish ahead?" "If you do the math it's highly unlikely. When you factor in the casino's overheads and the money that they pay in tax, only around 85% of moneys invested will find its way back to the punters. I've seen punters have a big win and then lose it minutes later because they think that they're on a roll. If ever I had a big win I would take the money and run, but that will never happen, I just don't gamble." "I'm with you on that. When do you want your next lesson?" "Tomorrow, I don't usually surface until noon so any time after that would be great. Are you sure that you don't want to apply my sunscreen for me, I'll even keep my bikini on if that's what's bothering you." "I've seen your bikini, you might just as well be wearing nothing for all the good that it does." "Okay, but don't say that I didn't warn you, what you've seen up to now is nothing like the eyeful you're going to see this afternoon and I know that you won't be able to resist a peek." I was warned but it still didn't prepare me for the view that awaited me when I looked out the window. She was seated on her sunlounge with a mischievous smile on her face as she poured the sunscreen over the upper slopes of her breasts and began to slowly massage it in, round and round her hands went cupping them and tweaking her nipples until they were standing out from her puffy aureoles, pushing her breasts together and allowing them to fall, no that's not the right word because it implies that they sagged but they didn't. Having thoroughly covered them she moved down to her belly, and again her movements were slow. A View to Die For Ch. 02 Well, the Targa Adelaide Rally has come and gone and, while my co-driver and I didn't win, we never really expected to, we didn't come last. We had a great time and the car performed as well as we expected given the atrocious conditions over the first couple of competition days. For those of you who have criticized my 'flow on sentences' in the past, you'll have a hernia with paragraph 4. This is a description of a couple of minutes of totally focussed, adrenalin pumping, high speed action, and I feel that this will suffer if I break it up for the sake of grammatical correctness. This is a fictional account of the rally and beyond, although the actual stage descriptions are pretty much what happened. It was a steep learning curve for us but fun nonetheless. CM * Tiffany sat in the driver's seat of my Subaru SVX, her hands resting on the steering wheel. I was pleased to see that she wasn't gripping it hard, we had been over what was about to happen and she was as relaxed as I had come to expect her of her. It had taken a lot of kilometres over winding roads for her to gain the confidence that would allow her to relax. That was the easy bit, getting permission for me to be her co-driver took some time and an actual demonstration of my agility to get in and out of the car with one and a half legs before CAMS would allow me to participate. The car passed through scrutineering without any drama, it was as ready as it could be, and it was now up to us. This was the night prologue, a new innovation in the Targa championships and we were ready for the start of two laps of a tight and twisting circuit around the Adelaide Showgrounds. It didn't suit our car but as there were no competition points involved, we were going to give it our best shot and try not to make a fool of ourselves by crashing in front of a crowd some twenty four thousand, four times more than expected. The row of blue lights lit up on the top the start board and she shifted the gears into first. The first row of red lights came on. "Five,' I started the countdown, "four, three, two, one, go." The car shot forward and quickly gathered speed as we headed for the first corner some fifty metres away. Still in first gear and pulling sixty kilometres an hour she backed off a little for this first tight right hander before accelerating towards the next corner, changing into second as soon as she straightened up and third about a third of the way before straight-lining the kink half way down this two hundred metre stretch. Moving over the spoon drain on the left to give herself a wider line, she downshifted to second into the next right hander and along the short straight to the first of two tight left hand corners. Another short straight into a right hand corner followed immediately by another and through the Supaloc gate and over a spoon drain across the track and into a left hand corner and a right hand sweeping bend in front of the packed tiered seating, this was followed by a left hand kink and a right hand sweeper before a sharp left leading onto a short straight and a right hand hairpin followed by a short left hand sweeper and a hundred metre straight and then a sharp right hand bend onto the start/finish straight and our second lap. As we passed the start line to begin our second lap a Porsche Boxter had just started on its first lap and was about thirty metres in front of us. I looked at Tiffany and she had a smile on her face as she swept around that first right hand bend. We lost ground to its lighter weight and more power on the straight but caught up to it on the bends, our all-wheel drive and better balance meant that we could out-corner the Porsche, so we followed it closely until it pulled away a little on the two straights leading to the finish line. We weren't the fastest car on the track but that didn't matter, Tiffany had handled the car better than I had expected. "Well done." I reached across and patted her shoulder. She smiled at me and her left hand rested on my thigh. We drove back around to the pavilion to be confronted by hundreds of people going around looking at the cars. A few of them were surprised to see Tiffany climb out of the car and walk over to where she had left my chair before wheeling it back to me. The motoring writer from one of the newspapers came over. "I saw your name on the entrants' list but not as the driver, so I thought that I'd come over and see what's going on. I remember your crash last year and was sure that we wouldn't see you back behind the wheel but this comes as a surprise." He was looking at Tiffany while he talked. "So who's your driver?" "Brad, this is Tiffany and she and I make up a pretty good team." "How long have you been driving?" He asked her. "This is our first crack as a team at anything like this and I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Matt and his patience and encouragement, plus the fact that it's his car. He's a good co-driver in that he's taught me how to read the road and conditions and, let me tell you I needed him today. This prologue is a long way from driving to work." "And Matt, you're enjoying being back in the saddle so to speak?" "I feel that I'm back where I belong and that I'm of some use to Tiffany, I find that I'm of some use even with one leg, after all this is a rally, not an arse kicking competition." "Is that all there is between you two?" He was fishing here, but it was obvious just looking at us that there was more to this than just the rally. Over the next hour the SVX got its fair share of interested people asking about it and Tiffany and I were kept busy, although I think that she attracted more attention because of her looks. We'd been there for half an hour when I heard a voice behind me. "Dad." It was Jason and Bethany and, trailing behind them, my parents. "You were great Tiffany", Jason went on, "I don't think even Dad could have driven better than that." "Hi Matt." My father shook my hand and looked at Tiffany. "So this is the Tiffany we've heard so much about? I must say Jason's description hasn't done you justice." He held his hand out to her but she ignored it and gave him a hug. "Tiffany, these are my parents, Jim and Julie, and this obviously is Tiffany." Mum smiled and gave her a hug. "We've had glowing accounts of you, and Jim's right, they don't do you justice, I must say you look great in the race suit and I was a little worried when the kids told us that you were going to be driving but I can see that we didn't need to worry." "Thank you, both of you. I wouldn't be in this position if it wasn't for Matt, he has really been very patient and allowing me to make the odd mistake without swearing at me has built up my confidence immensely." "I think you'll make a great team in more ways than one and I do believe he looks happier than he has for a long time." "Yeah, I try to keep him happy." She gave me a hug and, standing on tiptoe, she kissed me. The kids wandered off to look over the other cars while my parents and Tiffany got to know each other. "Matt will have to bring you out for dinner one night." Mum said as they made moves to leave. The kids had found their way back and it was almost time for them to go home. "Hey kids, would you like to have your picture taken in the car?" Tiffany asked them. "Wow, you bet!" Jason said. "Here put these on." She handed them our helmets and while mine nearly fitted Jason, Tiffany's was way too big for Bethany. They climbed into the car and Jason grabbed the steering wheel and, making engine noises, pretending to be driving in a rally. Meanwhile Bethany was pretending to be the navigator, calling pace notes to her brother. What happened next really shook me. "Straight on over crest, a hundred and fifty metres to left 3, fucking hell what's that idiot doing, move you fool!" Then she saw the look on my face and stopped. She must have overheard the nightmares that I was having after my crash. She climbed out of the car in tears. "Sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to do that. I remember that you used to wake me up at night yelling that out. We've seen the replay of your accident and it wasn't your fault." "That's okay Honey, that's all behind me." I hugged her to me and let her cope with the emotions. Tiffany came over and knelt beside her and kissed her, whispering to her that everything was alright and that nothing like that was going to happen again, ever. "We'd better get these kids home. Don't forget, we'll expect you for dinner, soon." Mum said. "I'd like that." Tiffany told them. "As soon as I get a night off we'll organise something." She saw the puzzled look on Mum's face. "I work at the casino and that means I work most nights. I took a week off for this, so it might be a while before I can arrange more nights off." "We'll look forward to it, whenever you can make it and Matt, you'd better make sure that she stays on the black stuff, she's a keeper." We had to leave our car in the security car park so it was almost ten o'clock by the time we'd walked to the public car park and retrieved her car for the trip home, driven back to my place and could relax. We'd changed out of our race suits and were wearing just our underwear. She sat on the floor in front of me as I massaged her shoulders, surprised to find that there were no tension knots to be found. She sighed and leaned back against my leg. "That feels so good, you realise that I'll expect this every night, don't you?" "And I suppose you'll expect this as well." I moved my hands from her shoulder to her breasts and began to massage them. "Of course, and you'll expect this." She turned and slid her hand up my leg and began caressing my cock for a few minutes before taking it in her mouth and sucking it. The peace was shattered by the sound of my mobile phone receiving a text message from Targa advising us that we were expected at the showground at 8:30 the next morning. "I guess that we'd better get to bed hadn't we?" Bed yes, sleep no. We talked for a while, she was whispering over and over to me, her voice soft and gentle. "It wasn't your fault, you're are a brilliant driver and when the time comes I'll be happy to sit beside you as your navigator, I have every faith in you because I love you so very much and know that we make the best team , we are the best and if anyone says different I'll give him such a hiding. I'm here for you my Darling, I'll always be here for you." Making love with Tiffany was never boring and this was no exception but it was a gentle process, a sort of coming down from an adrenalin rush and lifting my spirits kind of lovemaking, and after thirty minutes of it we were ready for sleep. Next morning and the Goyder Pavilion was abuzz with activity, teams running last minute checks of their cars before the order to line up and move out for the transport stage to the first Targa competition stage. We were in the second group to leave after the Tour group had left. The traffic was heavy as we headed north towards the outer northern suburb of Blakeview and the Medlow Stage, a 3 kilometre uphill drag with a couple of bends thrown in to test our cars and skills. The weather was a heavy overcast with showers threatening, conditions that would favour us if anything, we had high performance road tyres with the differential between wet and dry performance being marginal. Some of the cars were running semi-slicks and would struggle for grip if it started to rain. We had a short wait before the sweep car, a mean looking black Jaguar XKR RS took off to ensure the road ahead was clear. Then it was our turn, we were fifth in a queue of some eighteen cars in the Regularity classification, several Porsches and Mitsubishi Evo's along with a couple of Rex's, a Mini Cooper, a couple of Holdens, an FPV GT (Ford Falcon) a Toyota Supra and a new Toyota 86. Tiffany took off without the same wheel spin that marked the Porsches struggle for grip on cold tyres, try as we did we could never get the SVX to spin its wheels, the traction control took care of that. She changed into second gear and left it there for the initial climb, it could run out to a hundred and twenty in second gear and we didn't need to go any faster. We were close to our time of two minutes for this stage but washing off speed at the end took longer than I'd anticipated and we finished four seconds ahead of time. "Good work," I told her as she eased back to the speed limit for the transport stage to our next competition stage, "It was my fault, I should have told you to ease back sooner." "I was at fault as well, I got a little carried away." I knew that she smiled at me although her lips were hidden behind the chin bar of her helmet, her eyes smiled and I was amazed at how beautiful just that little bit of her visible face looked. The next stage, Upper Hermitage, was a much longer stage with a couple of tight corners but most of it was easy with flowing curves that could be straight-lined. We were eight seconds behind our target time because I told her to take it easy in the early part of the stage and we found it difficult to make up the time at the end. While we waited for the start of the next stage, Anstey Hill, the weather turned from bad to bloody awful, strong winds and rain lashed us as we started up the hill. All of the competitors had trouble making the target time so we didn't feel too bad about our slow time. Tiffany did the right thing when she backed off a little, we hadn't had a lot of wet weather practise and she didn't feel comfortable pushing hard. It was pretty much like that for the rest of the day and when we reached the start of the final stage, Castambul, we were well off the pace and it wasn't going to get any better. The board at the start set the conditions as 'WET' and warned of water over the road at several places. Tiffany pushed as hard as she could down Gorge Road but we were slow reaching the turn off to the notorious Corkscrew Road that culminated with a series of sharp hairpin bends as it scrambled up the steep hill to Montacute Road. "Someone's coming up fast behind us." She said. "When you can, pull over, and give him room and signal for him to pass." The other car, a Porsche, swept pass on the short straight to the first hairpin, and that's where it got interesting. The driver was struggling for grip as he rounded the hairpins and we were able to catch him, but he was getting away from us on the short straights because of a little thing in the transmission of the SVX that I have since called the 'dickhead over-ride'. Let me explain; the transmission is essentially automatic but with the push of a button it becomes a manual transmission and changes gears when the driver chooses to, not the computer. However, if the driver is pushing a little too hard in a particular gear, in this case first, the little man in the transmission computer says 'you go too fast I change up for you.' And this just happened to be a nano-second before Tiffany backed off for the next bend resulting in the transmission changing into second gear and then realising that she was no longer revving hard, changing back into first. Normally this would cost us valuable time but we still managed to catch the Porsche by the exit so I guess the time loss was no big deal. We didn't spend a lot of time in going over the day's stages, the weather was the deciding factor and our times were down. This meant we were accumulating a lot of penalty points and were effectively out of touch with the leaders. "You are doing really well, you've got a feel for knowing when to push and when to back off. I wouldn't be surprised if we lose a couple of cars from the main game today. We are in this to have a good time and to learn as much as we can about the Regularity classification. Just push as hard as you can and you feel comfortable with, and we'll see how we go for the rest of the rally." "I know, and thank you for not swearing at me when the car slipped sideways on the Chain of Ponds stage." "Did you really expect me to swear at you? What happened was that as we came to the bottom of the hill on that left hand sweeper the suspension bottomed out and as it recoiled it unloaded and this, combined with the wet road meant that we lost grip for half a second. As soon as the suspension loaded up again we were back under control. You held it brilliantly, you didn't panic and hit the brakes, so why would I be upset?" I had been massaging her shoulders that were a little stiff and sore from the long and hard day at the office. I leaned over and kissed her just to reassure her and this led to us making love for at least an hour before fatigue took over and we drifted off to sleep. Friday and Day 2 of competition, and the weather was a little improved from Day 1. The first stage, Montacute was over 15 kilometres of winding road with few places where we could open up and make up time. We were off the pace but that didn't bother us because Tiffany was gaining confidence very quickly and, by the last day of competition I figured that she would be on the pace. The next four stages were in the Adelaide Hills before we moved south to Chapel Hill that took us briefly into the wine region of McLaren Vale. We had to watch our speed on this section because the temptation was to open it up on the flowing bends and a couple of times the Rally Safe computer warned us that we were creeping up to our 130 kph maximum speed. We completed that stage a few seconds ahead of time but I didn't mind because Tiffany had shown just how capable she was on the more open and flowing roads, hitting the apex just right and powering through the corners. The last stage of the day, Stirling, was always going to be tough, an almost 8 kilometre stage of winding road, with the first two thirds downhill and the final third up a very steep, narrow and winding road with the finish line on the exit of a corner. What made it even more difficult was the warning of water on the road. At the bottom of the hill, just as we turned onto Pole Road for the steep climb, there was a spectacular water splash with at least 150 millimetres (6 inches) of water running over the road. We tried but as we expected, were off the pace. We didn't care because we had finished the day in one piece. The cars were required to be at what had been called the 'Targafest' on the main street of the inner eastern suburb of Norwood and all cars had to line up so that people could wander up and down the street looking at the cars. It was a cold and miserable and we felt sorry for the scantily clad girls that danced their way up the street to the beat of Latin drums. I guess the exercise kept them warm. I saw Jason and Bethany walking towards us but my parents weren't with them, instead they were with Elizabeth, my ex. This had the potential for disaster written all over it. "Hi Dad, hi Tiffany." Jason said, forgetting to introduce his mother, leaving that to me. "Tiffany, this is Elizabeth." I didn't see the need to qualify her status as my ex, Tiffany already knew that. Elizabeth stood there looking as if this was the last place that she wanted to be but Tiffany moved over to her and hugged her. If anything that made Elizabeth's mood worse. "Hey kids, what say we have a look at the other cars?" She held out her hands and Jason and Bethany grabbed one each as they headed up the road. "She's a nice girl Matt, I can see why you like her." It would have sounded like she was okay with that except for the strong emphasis on 'girl'. "She is, I like her a lot, and she's only a year or two younger than you." As soon as I said that I realised that it was the wrong thing to say, but what happened next surprised even me. She burst into tears and grabbed me in a huge embrace. "Oh Matt, I'm so sorry for what I've done to you, leaving you when you needed my support the most, and taking the kids with me. It was unforgivable of me. The kids miss you so much, I can see it when I drop them off to you and they can't wait to get out of the car and when you drop them back when it seems to take forever for them to walk from your car to the front door. They keep telling me how nice she is and how good a driver she is, and I realise that I should have made more of an effort to save our marriage." A View to Die For Ch. 02 "Look, I've forgiven you a long time ago, I understand that rally driving wasn't your scene, some women like it while others don't. I maybe should have not devoted so much time to it that you felt left out of my life, but I was selfish and for that I ask for your forgiveness. On the other hand, Tiffany is right into the sport and she's bloody good at it." "That brings me to the reason that I let the kids talk me into bringing them here this evening. They've been hassling me to allow them to be with you more often, and I feel that they might be moving towards talking me into letting you have them full time. A couple of things concern me about that, while not having them around the house might help my relationship with Brian, I don't want them being with you while you're driving rally cars, I don't know how I could cope if you and her (she couldn't bring herself to call Tiffany by name) have an accident and you're either killed or incapacitated and can't look after them. That didn't come out right, did it?" "Look, I'll have a talk to the kids, they need to know that you are their mother and they should respect you and your decisions. I'll also explain to them that Tiffany and my lives are a little fluid at present and are such that having them full time isn't an option. She works nights and I've arranged my body clock around her schedule. If there is any change to that, and it's on the cards, then we'll address that when we come to it, but I'm not asking her to give up her job for me." "So what do we do now?" "Leave it as it is for the time being and see what happens in the future. In the mean time I'll have a word to them about easing up on you and Brian." "What did you and Elizabeth talk about?" Tiffany after we'd parked in the security park at the showgrounds and were on our way home in her car. "She asked me to forgive her and then told me that the kids have been giving her a hard time wanting to see more of me, of us. She even hinted that they were trying to convince her that she let them come to me full time. I promised to have a chat to them about easing up about that, and that our circumstances at present would make it difficult for that to happen." "That's pretty much what they said, that they wanted to live with you and see her on weekends. I didn't make any promises but told them that we'd discuss it." Saturday day 3 and the weather was looking much the same as the previous days. The first stage, Eagle on the Hill was, to say the very least, difficult, heavy fog and a road with kerbs on either side to keep cars and cyclists separated meant that we virtually 'white caned' our way over the short winding 3 kilometre course. I would have been surprised if any of the main game drivers reached the base time of 1 minute 30 seconds, that's a speed of 120 kph! We wound our way once more through the Adelaide Hills before heading east to our lunch stop at Callington, not far from Murray Bridge. It was sunny and even warm for a change, but as we moved through the afternoon stages the weather was almost back to what we'd experienced over the previous two days. The final stage, Norton Summit, was held in light drizzle and the photographers really stood out in their hi-viz yellow ponchos. We rolled back to the showgrounds and parked the car. Tonight we were going to relax and have dinner at a restaurant instead of cooking our own, although giving the wine a nudge would have to wait for another day. Some of the gloss had been taken from the event because of the bad accident the day before so I thought that sitting at home thinking about it wouldn't do us any good at all. Sunday Day 4 our final day and the weather was good for a change. We drove up the same Gorge Road that we'd come down on the last stage of Day 1 and Tiffany nailed it! We were marginally ahead of time coming up to the last corner and that gave us the opportunity to back off just a little more and still make our time. "That was great." I told her "You handled it really well." "I scared myself a few times, not that I was over the limit at all, it's just that the dry road has given me more confidence to push it harder, I've never driven that hard in my life, it felt great!" "Don't get carried away, it's when complacency sets in that you increase your chance of having an accident. The next stage is a new one and I've never driven it at speed so it's up to you to decide if you want to push hard again or back off a little." "I'll try hard, but not too hard." There's a fine line between hard and too hard, and she came close to crossing that line a few times, she wasn't holding back at all and came close to nailing it on a stage that didn't suit the SVX because its weight meant that accelerating out of corners was not as fast as the smaller, lighter, cars. The time was respectable enough given the circumstances and I told her so. Tiffany pushed hard over the Echunga stage which meant that she had to back right off over the last kilometre or so to the point where she put it in cruise control at 85 and virtually coasted to the stage finish, much to the disappointment of the spectators who would have preferred to see us pushing to the finish, but we nailed this stage as well. We had received a text message telling us that a car wash had offered free car washes for competition cars so that when we arrived back at the finish in the city our car was nice and shiny and without a scratch on it. After crossing the finish line in Gouger Street and getting our medallion for having completed all stages of the course, we parked our car and climbed out. I gave Tiffany a huge hug and a kiss before hobbling over to a table at one of the cafes. The waiter had only just arrived to take our orders when Jason and Bethany arrived with my parents in tow. "I'll take care of this, it's your reward for doing so well." Dad said as he sat down. We ordered and ate but not in silence. "The kids have told us that they want to stay with you, what's that all about?" "That is something that we've yet to discuss with them but at the moment it's not going to happen. Not that Tiffany I don't want it to, it's just that our circumstances are a little flexible right now. I told Elizabeth that the other night but I haven't had a chance to talk it over with the kids, there are several decisions that Tiffany and I have to make first." "Like when you're getting married." Bethany said smiling at both of us. "Who said anything about us getting married," Tiffany said, "I certainly haven't mentioned it." "But you are, aren't you?" Bethany was pushing the point. "Help me out here." Tiffany said to me. "I haven't actually asked her yet, I've got a couple of issues to consider before I get around to it. In the mean time I have to admit that there is no-one that I'd like to marry more than her. Just give us time, please." I pleaded with them. "You'd better be quick or one of the other drovers will snap her up from right under her nose." "Like that's going to happen. Let's just say that your father and I are happy with our lives at present and leave it at that." For the rest of the meal we were grilled about the whole rally experience and what it felt like for me to be in the co-driver's seat instead of actually driving. "Let me tell you that I was scared out of my wits the whole time, I've never sat next to such a crazy driver, and accident waiting to happen this woman." My smile belied those words but Tiffany went along with it. "Listen to him, I'm deaf from his screaming over the intercom 'Slow down woman, you'll kill us!', 'there's another pedal in this car, it's called a brake!', 'Where did you learn to drive!'" On and on she went. "I'm going to have to look for another co-driver if I want to keep driving." She couldn't keep a straight face any longer and collapsed in a fit of giggling. "No it was better than I'd expected. We never expected to win, this rally was about finding our feet, or in my case foot, and see how well we worked together as a team and I must say that I couldn't have asked for a better driver." "Thank you for that, but I couldn't have done it without you." "Please, give it a break you two." Jason said. "It's sickening the way that you two carry on, anyone would think that you love each other." "We do." I looked at Tiffany and her eyes agreed with me. "Then do something about it Dad. Marry the woman for God's sake." "All in good time, we can't rush these things you know, it's not like we have to." The next few weeks were hectic, I had an appointment with the Orthopaedic surgeon for the fitting of my new leg and the follow ups as I got used to it. Then there were decisions to make, where do we live? I liked my house and Tiffany was quite happy to move in with me, but then again she had the pool in her back yard. We eventually decided on my place and we'd get a pool in my back yard. I told her that we didn't need a high fence between the properties because I wouldn't be perving on my neighbours when I had her. To show my commitment to her I kissed her and we ended up making love. She stopped insisting on the fence. Slowly I got used to the new leg and the freedom of walking around without the crutches or having to sit in that fucking wheelchair. I was also getting more comfortable driving a normal car once more, and Tiffany and I spent much of her free time driving around the hills. Much as I enjoyed the experience there was this nagging feeling that was bugging me big time, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It was Tiffany who put her finger on it. "You're still troubled by your accident aren't you?" "No. . . . well yes I guess that I still am." "Were you aware that during the Targa, every time we came over a crest you were pushing the imaginary brake pedal through the floor? Even now you slow down more than is necessary when you come over a crest." I was about to deny it but the realisation kicked in that she was right. It was then that I made a couple of decisions, the first was that it was about time we took our relationship to the next level and this included a decision on whether we wanted to have the kids full time, and our future as a rally team. The next day I acted on the first part of it. My mechanic had rung to say that the car had been thoroughly checked out and was ready to pick up. Tiffany was still asleep when I left so I left her a note telling her that I was picking up the car and would see her around 12:00. "There were no mechanical problems with her, the brakes will need new pads all round before the next rally but they're still okay for day to day driving for the next few months. Your suspension and steering is still within tolerances so we don't need to do anything in that department and as for the motor and drive train, all of that is as good as new. She's a very good car." I thanked him and told him that it would be in for a check and tune before the next rally, I had plans to run in the Targa Tasmania in February. This was the final leg in the Targa championship series and was the pinnacle of tarmac rallies in Australia. I had one more stop on the way home and it was just on 12:00 when I pulled up in my driveway. "Coffee's on." Tiffany called out as I walked in through the front door. "Coffee can wait." I said as I entered the kitchen. "Come with me." I held out my hand and led her outside. "What do you think?" I pointed to the drivers' names on the rear quarter window. The sign read; 'Driver: Tiffany Connors, Co-Driver: Matt Connors' I was subjected to a hug that just about squeezed every bit of breath from my chest, and a kiss that went on for seemingly forever, until she relaxed her kissing pressure long enough to say, "I suppose that's your idea of a proposal." Before I could say anything in my defence her lips closed on mine again for another forever before she relaxed again, "Because if it is I accept." This was followed by another forever of kissing before we walked past our now lukewarm coffee on our way to our bed. Tiffany had her arm across me and was circling my nipple with her tongue as we came down from our lovemaking. She paused mid-circle and looked at me. "Matt, something's bothering you isn't it?" I was about to deny it when I realised that she was right. "Yes there is. Last night, or was it this morning, when you asked me if I was still troubled by the accident, I thought that I was over it, but then you mentioned my standing on the imaginary brake pedal every time we came over a crest and the fact that I unintentionally slow down when I'm driving, caused me to rethink. I guess that physically I'm close to speed as a driver, but psychologically I have some way to go. I haven't completely gotten over it and that's why I've decided that for the foreseeable future you will be the lead driver of our team. That and the fact that you are every bit as good a driver as I ever was, possibly better, has had me swallowing my pride and giving way to you. We need to start our preparation for the Targa Tasmania next year and possibly even the Wrest Point as a lead up rally." "In our busy schedule we may have to make time for other things like for instance, I might like to have kids and maybe even get married." "Well yes, there are those things we need to think about." Why was she raising this topic now? "I love Jason and Bethany, they're great kids and they've accepted me as your new partner, but I want children of my own, your children, our children." She was emphasising her point by stroking my cock that was still sticky from our previous encounter. "I want them too. We have to work out our priorities and, much as I want us to compete in as many rallies as we can before we head down that path, I'm not locked in to that scenario. If you feel that we should have kids sooner then I say let's do it." I rolled on top of her and did it. "This keeps getting better," she puffed after I'd pulled him out of her and was flopped on my back beside her, "Do you think that we will ever plateau out and begin to slide down hill?" "No chance of that ever happening." I kissed her hungrily. "You really want to have kids?" "Yes I do and as soon as possible, that's what I say, and if that last one hasn't taken then we'll just have to keep trying until it does." "Whoa there mate, let me tell you something before you get too carried away, not that I'm not looking forward to all of this trying." She looked at me with a new expression on her face, it was almost as if she was afraid to go on. "I think . . . . I'm pretty sure, but I haven't confirmed it yet, I think that I'm already pregnant." I gave her a huge hug. She looked deep into my eyes and kissed me, the tears already flowing from her eyes. "Does that mean that you're not angry at me for falling pregnant?" "Why would I be angry? Was I angry with you when you had me petrified with fear for four days of Targa competition? If I can survive that I can survive anything else that you might subject me to." I smiled down at her before stifling any response with a kiss. Go forward six months and a lot has happened since then. Tiffany gave up her job and sold her house to move into mine. Jason and Bethany and both sets of parents were with us when we tied the knot. We see the kids just about every weekend now and they look forward to their visits. Discussions are underway with Elizabeth regarding changes to the custody agreement, but she hasn't yet committed to relaxing the present arrangements. We think that she's using these to try to improve her relationship with Brian, but from what the kids have told us she is carrying too much guilt for that to happen, and the relationship is not going well. Tiffany and I are of the opinion that if it goes pear shaped she will use that to keep control of the kids, not to punish us, but as something good to hang on to. The car has been moth-balled for the time being, we take it out on occasions just to let it know that we still love it. Right now I'm in the Birthing Unit of our local Maternity Hospital staring at the top of our son's head as it emerges from Tiffany's vagina. She is puffing and pushing when the Midwife tells her to yet it seems to be taking forever to emerge fully. "That's good Tiffany, just relax a little, we have reached the stage where the next push will have the head out." She had a couple of fingers inserted beside the head and was feeling around the baby's neck. "We have a small problem, don't push until I tell you to." She pushed against his head and it slid back into her vagina and her hand followed it. "Okay you can push now." "What happened?" I asked. "The cord was looped around his neck so I untangled it, I didn't want it to pull tight and cut off his blood and oxygen supply. He's okay now." Tiffany gave a final push and he just seemed to slide out of her into the waiting arms of the Midwife. She quickly made sure that his airway was clear before clamping the umbilical cord and passing him to Tiffany. I was standing beside them, wiping her face with a damp cloth and kissing her. She smiled at me and looked down at our child, stirring beside her, he had his mouth open and it was almost as if he was searching for her nipple. She moved him up and presented a nipple to him and he immediately latched on and began suckling. I stood and smiled my thanks at the Midwife as she concentrated on delivering the placenta, before directing my attention back to my fabulously beautiful wife and incredibly perfect son. Now that's a view to die for. A View to Die For What, to me, seemed like hours later she poured the sunscreen over her pubic mound with its neatly trimmed bush and began to work it around her hips and thighs and then between her thighs. She was saving the best till last, her fingers parted her pussy lips and first one and then a second entered that place that she knew that I wanted to be. At first slowly and then with increasing speed her fingers plunged into her now wet pussy, her hips jerking as her intensity increased until with a shudder she came, her juices flooding over the sun lounge. She looked directly at my window and lifted her hand to her mouth and sucked her fingers, with that same smile on her face. She knew that she had me right where she wanted me and I was powerless to resist. "Did you enjoy the show?" I had thrown my crutches onto the back seat and scrambled into her car. "You know that I did, I'm in most ways a normal red blooded male with the same urges that every other normal red blooded male has, it was all that I could do to stop myself from racing over to your house and fucking you." "Then why didn't you? I was waiting for you." "Because I said that I wouldn't. I don't know if I can do it, I've never even tried it with a woman since I lost Freddie." "Freddie?" "My leg, I refer to it as Freddie, it helps me to lighten the mood, if I dwell on the fact that my leg is missing from below the knee it depresses me, so Freddie's gone." "What's on the agenda today?" "We practise reaching and maintaining an average speed of 90kph, it's not as easy as you think. When we get to the section of road that I've chosen I want you to accelerate as quickly as possible and when I tell you to, back off and try to maintain a steady 90." I had a hand-held Sat Nav that had a real-time average speed read-out and when I had reset its data parameters I gave her the word. She started strongly and was soon up to the posted speed limit of 110kph. After a few minutes at that speed her average had reached 90. "Steady, ease off a little, good, now hold it at 90." About a kilometre down the round was a corner that she had to ease off for and her average dropped to 87. "Speed up until I tell you to ease off." She increased her speed back to 110 for a short distance until I told her to drop it back to 90. "You see how long it takes to get back up to speed when you have to slow for a corner?" "Yes, it seemed to take forever." "What we need to do is to get to know this section of road and the corners that will bring our speed down, we can then adjust our speed so that when we get to a corner that is slower, our speed is a little above our 90 average so that the adjustment doesn't take as long. Some of the stages finish with tight corners so adjustment after the corners is almost impossible without going over the maximum allowed speed of 130. Planning is important." "I guess that we'll be seeing a lot more of each other then." There was that smile again. "Do you want to help me with my sunscreen this afternoon?" "We'll see." "At least it's not a 'no'." "One thing that's not allowed in the Regularity section is pace notes, so we have to read the road more than the main game drivers who have pace notes that tell them what corners are coming up and how tight they are. Most of the roads will have advisory speed signs that, in a lot of cases are a joke, but the rule of thumb with your car is that when we have the whole road to play with you can pretty much double the advisory speed so that if the sign says 80 then you should be able to take it at 160 and seeing as how we can't go that fast what we need to do is to recce the roads and work out the positions and severity of corners that are going to slow us down." "This is a lot harder than I thought it would be, average 90, easy as, but isn't, is it?" "No, don't tell me that you're having second thoughts?" "Hell no, I'm up for the challenge, are you?" "What do you mean? Oh, that challenge." "Well, are you up for it?" "Can I have until after the weekend to make a decision? I have the kids this weekend and you know what kids are like, any change to the status quo and they'll pick up on it straight away." "I'd like to meet them, why don't you bring them over for a swim on Saturday?" "I'll ask, I know what the answer will be, they'll be over there straight away." "We'll see how we all get along and maybe on Sunday we can all go for a drive, that's what you usually do with them isn't it?" "Have you been checking up on me?" "Just keeping an eye on my neighbours, that's all." "Oh yeah, what's the name of your other neighbours?" "John and Judy Smith." "Not even close." "Okay so I have noticed you from time to time coming home from a drive with your kids but because you park in your garage, I wasn't aware of the chair. It looked like you'd had a good time and being on my own without a boyfriend I guess that I missed the close companionship of other people." We arrived home and went our separate ways and when I looked out of my window she blew me a kiss and applied her sunscreen without the masturbatory theatrics of yesterday. Saturday morning and as usual on just such a day a car (Volvo station wagon) pulled up out front and Jason and Bethany piled out and ran to my already open front door and hugged me with the usual enthusiasm as a scowling Elizabeth left to return home. "What are we going to do today?" Jason asked as soon as he had thrown his clothes through his bedroom door and come clattering back down the stairs. "How would you like to go for a swim this afternoon?" "I'd love it!" "Great, because the lady next door has invited us over to swim in her pool. But you'll have to wait because she works nights and needs her sleep. What say we go down to the mall and maybe see a movie?" "If we're going swimming I'll need new bathers, I've grown a bit since last year." Bethany looked down at her barely noticeable breasts. I had noticed that she was getting breasts and would soon be hassling for a bra. We all climbed into my car and headed for the mall and, after Bethany had bought a bikini that I thought was too old for her, we caught the latest Ice Age film and then headed home. After lunch we heard a knock on the door, it was Tiffany in shorts and a very demure top. "Hi, I just thought that I'd drop over and let you know that I'm awake and if you and the kids want to come over now it'd be great." Jason and Bethany were standing behind me and as soon as Tiffany had issued her invitation they raced off to get changed. "Are you coming for a swim too?" "Sure, I just need to get my board shorts." We waited until the kids came back. "Kids, this is Tiffany, and these are my kids Jason and Bethany." Jason said a self conscious 'Hi.' Bethany was sizing Tiffany up, trying to work out just what was going on between us. "Let's go, the last one in is a rotten egg!" Tiffany led the charge through her side gate into her back yard. Jason beat her to the pool and dived in. After peeling off her shorts and top revealing a much more conservative bikini than any I'd seen before, Tiffany dived in with hardly as splash and glided under water to the far end of the pool. Not to be beaten, Jason climbed out of the pool and following a short run-up dived in and swam underwater for two lengths of the pool, before surfacing with a challenging smile on his face. It soon developed into a competition between the two of them to see who could swim the furthest underwater. I think Tiffany let Jason win. Bethany meanwhile had stretched herself on a sunlounge and was catching a few rays. "There's some sunscreen under that other chair, I think that you should put some on if you're going to sunbathe." Bethany reached over and began to apply the sunscreen, she didn't want to burn but, as Tiffany had guessed, wanted a bikini line to show her young friends. I dived into the pool and surfaced not far from Tiffany, I had to stand on the bottom, it's almost impossible for a person with one leg to tread water, so I swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood watching my Jason and Tiffany frolic in the water. She ducked underwater and swam towards me, I thought for an instant that she might do something inappropriate under the circumstances, but she surfaced in front of me and squirted me in the face with a mouthful of water. I reached out and pushed her head under water, this of course started a full-on water fight with both Tiffany and Jason ganging up on me. The afternoon was spent splashing around in the water or seated around a table at the pool edge drinking juice and nibbling on healthy snacky things. Tiffany disappeared inside with Bethany to get more drinks and were gone for longer than expected, I suspected that they might have been talking girly talk. "She's nice Dad, I like Tiffany. Is there anything going on between the two of you?" Jason asked. "No." "Why not? She'd make a great Step-mother, she's nothing like the dork that Mum's with." I was saved by the return of the girls. Bethany came over and sat on the edge of the sunlounge that I was lying on. "Dad, can I ask you something?" "Sure Honey, what is it?" "Are you a doofus or what? You do know that Tiffany's in love with you don't you?" "Did she tell you that?" "Not really, she said that she liked you a lot, but I can see that it's more than that, she loves you." "Now I've got both of you ganging up on me." "Well do something about it." I was saved by the bell, the front door bell. Tiffany jumped to her feet. "Pizza!" She shouted as she ran inside to emerge a couple of minutes later with a party sized pizza. "I hope that you guys are hungry, dig in while it's hot." She grabbed a slice and took a hearty bite from it. Like she suggested, we all dug in and in no time all that was left in the box were a few crumbs and the usual greasy blob on the bottom. "Hey Tiffany, we brought this great computer game over, do you want to play?" "Lead on, let the expert show you how it's done." "You're on, expect no mercy." I was dragged in and while I was no match for the veterans I thought that I did pretty well. At 10:00 I called a halt. "Okay guys, bed time and don't forget to brush your teeth, your mother has a plaque radar and she can tell when you don't brush." "All right, we'll go. What are we going to do tomorrow?" Jason asked. "Didn't your father tell you, he's teaching me how to rally drive, we're going to enter the Targa Rally." "No way!" "Yes way! If I'm good enough that is, because I'll have to be the one to drive." "Off you go, now." I knew that if I'd let them they would have stayed up for hours talking about driving and rallies, any excuse not to go to bed. "They're great kids Matt, I love them to pieces." "And they love you, I think that Bethany looks on you as an older sister and Jason wishes that he was ten years older." She had come over and was sitting on the arm of the lounge chair I was in. "That leaves just one problem." Before I had a chance to fully absorb the ramifications of this comment she had bent down and was kissing me full on the lips. "That's a problem how?" I had already decided watching Tiffany interacting with the kids that I would be a total and utter dickhead if I didn't take the opportunity to explore this relationship. So we kissed some more and she took off the tee shirt that she'd thrown on over her bikini to reveal no bikini top under it. My hands reacted as I'd dreamed they would, cupping them and caressing them and tweaking her rock hard nipples as she moaned softly in my ear. "Who's the eager boy then?" Her hand had slid up the leg of my board shorts, see there's a use for wide legged shorts, and found my hard cock and was stroking it. "We can't let this opportunity go to waste now can we?" She stood up and dragged me to my feet. "I'll help, you lead." I didn't need to ask where I was supposed to lead her. It's funny, you don't realise how having two legs is important when making love to a woman, it's all about balance, and it took a while before I was confident enough to increase my efforts. Tiffany was patient and encouraging and when she felt me get into full stride her encouraging moans urged me on until I plunged my cock into her and unloaded my cum into her hot, wet, and pulsing pussy. "Whew, once you got the hang if things, no, that's not the right phrase, he wasn't hanging or hanging around, he was wonderful." "Hey, I only lost Freddie, not dick, he's never lost his enthusiasm, just missed out on the opportunity because I was too pigheaded to try a relationship." "I have a new respect for pigheaded, it was great being your first since Freddie left." "What do we do now?" "I don't know about you, but I fully intend cuddling you until I fall asleep and in the morning making love to you and then getting out of bed and getting breakfast for all of us." "Do you think that's a good idea? You know, the kids, what will they think?" "I do believe that they will be happy that we have found each other, it was going to happen sometime, wasn't it?" She kissed me and laid her head on my chest. "Hold me please, I need very much to be held." Jason and Bethany were sitting in the lounge room when we walked into the kitchen, they both glanced from me to Tiffany and then to each other and they both smiled. "Hi Dad, did you sleep over Tiffany?" "Yes, is there a problem with that?" "No way, we're just glad that the two of you decided to do something about it." They got up from their consoles and gave us a hug. Jason had a cheeky grin on his face. "Are you teaching her to drive or to park today Dad?" "Watch it kiddo, no smart remarks from you." That seemed to be the tone of the relationship between me and the kids and all of us and Tiffany, we could joke with each other, and it was as if she'd always been a part of the family. I had a good feeling about this and the day's activities confirmed this. Unfortunately all good things have to come to an end, even a temporary end. We dropped the kids off at Elizabeth's house and they kissed Tiffany good-bye and Bethany kissed me, Jason wasn't into kissing me so he gave me a hug instead before the two of them slouched towards the front door. Tiffany had to work tonight so I kissed her good-bye and told her that I'd wait up for her if she wanted to sleep with me instead of in her bed. She wanted to and it was noon before we got out of bed and yes, we made love as soon as she got home and again when we woke at around 10:00.After a light lunch of sandwiches and coffee she invited me to join her at the pool. After a quick swim she was stretched out on her familiar sunlounge. She handed me the bottle of sunscreen. "Will you apply it now?" I began at her face, gently applying the sunscreen to her cheeks and chin then her neck and her shoulders before moving to her front and those fabulous breasts. It took such a long time to get an even coating on those breasts, a very long time, her body was writhing around under my touch, especially when I worked it into her nipples. Reluctantly I abandoned her breasts for her belly and places beyond. To get a more comfortable position to apply it to her thighs I knelt between her legs, and no I wasn't uncomfortable, and began to caress the sunscreen into the flesh of her pubic mound and across her hips and then down to her pussy, my finger gently parting her pussy lips and opening her pinkness to me. It truly was a view to die for. * Note: That this story is about car rallying and the Supaloc Targa Adelaide Rally in particular is no coincidence. I am driving in the 2012 rally (I know, I'm an old fart who should know better) so if any of you should happen to be in Adelaide between the 21st and 26th of August look me up, Car 106. And if you've read my story 'Life on the Road' it will come as no great surprise that I'm driving a Subaru SVX. CM.