7 comments/ 27822 views/ 5 favorites View Not Quite by Accident By: magmaman Fresh out of college, with my degree in Mechanical Engineering in my hand, I felt like I had the world by the short hairs. Six months later I was working in the local gas station, pumping gas and fixing cars in the dirty two bay back room. My Dad had grinned at me and shook my hand, happy that I had graduated. Then he told me what he expected me to pay for my share of living at home "until" I found a place of my own. I was a little fed up with all the rules Dad had anyway. I knew exactly what would happen if I were to bring a lady friend home, and stopping at a bar for a beer was a nono. I moved out within a month, I had a few hundred dollars left over and figured I would land a neat job with a fat 5 figure income in no time. Roughly 100 resumes later there were no phone calls, except for one company that wanted to "consider" me for an entry level position which turned out to be mostly pushing the mail cart, and another one that sounded good until they told me it was in Afghanistan. I happened to stop at the local fuel station, asking for $4 worth of gas for my ratty little Toyota pickup. Martin, the old bald headed guy that ran the place watched me count out $4 in change, then he grinned at me and asked me if I wanted a job. "$8 per hour, can you fix cars too?" He asked. "If you can, I can maybe add a percentage." Yea, I could fix cars, I thought. What the hell, the government and the bank would be on my ass before long, something about wanting payments towards those loans. My bank account was still five figures but there was a decimal point after the third digit and rent was coming up. So I went to work, it was easy stuff. Pump some gas, chat with the customers, once in awhile someone would need a tire fixed or an alternator repaired. It was all minor stuff and I actually enjoyed the job. Martin even had an old valve grinding machine in the back, it hadn't been touched in years so I cleaned that up and in short order we were getting in some cylinder heads to fix. True to his word he tacked on a piece of the action to my paycheck so I actually was doing fairly well. At least my bank account wasn't still getting smaller. I really liked the housewife types that rolled in for fuel, obviously bored. There was about a half dozen that delighted in flirting with me, a few made sure I got some nice peeks at bare flesh and I didn't mind that one bit, either. There was one older lady that drove a tiny little red sports car. You had to look real close to tell that she was easily in her 50's, her hair was long and flowing and she was always made up perfectly. From behind she could pass for mid 20's easily. The one odd thing about her was that she was homely as a mud fence, but that wasn't really noticeable because she was always well made up, nicely dressed, her hair perfect. She looked and acted like a woman with experience and money, and she managed to make the best of every feature. And without fail one or both of her tits were hanging out and they were fine. She had solid tan lines, and freckles that I saw many times. She would turn this way and that, fussing with her purse or poking around in the glove compartment as I serviced and gassed her car. Her nice round breasts were capped with long nipples and she made sure I got a real good look at them. A couple of times she wore a skirt, although usually it was tight slacks or shorts on hot days. Those skirts had slits that she used to show off her legs and I even got a good look at the crotch of her panties. The ones I really liked had a small shadow panel right at the crotch but the upper part might as well have been saran wrap. I actually saw her clit poking out over the top of the shadow panel one day while I carefully buffed her window. There was a thin strip of dark hair just above it and that was all. She knew that I could see too, her face was slightly red and her lips pursed out as she pretended to not notice me. It popped in my mind to perhaps take a chance and hit on her but I really didn't feel secure about that, after all she was much older than me and she wore this giant diamond on her ring finger so I knew there was a husband somewhere. So I just looked and enjoyed. I kept right on sending out those applications, too. Then I happened to mention to Martin that my rathole apartment rent was eating up almost everything I made. He looked at me and grinned. "Hey, why not rent one of mine?" He said. "You have apartments?" I asked. "Yea, I bought some rentals over on Halton avenue, check them out. I can make you a better deal, let's call it part of the job. You are a good worker!" I drove over after work to take a look. The place consisted of 8 units, three down one row, two across the back, and three up the other side. It was obviously once a motel complex. There was nice cement sidewalks, the units on each side faced each other. That created a very nice area for sitting outside in the evenings, and nice and private too with the big bushes lining the front. The grass was neat and weedfree, freshly mowed. There was even a tiny fish pond with a couple of fish in there, they would poke their heads out waiting for us to feed them something. Each unit had a living room, kitchen, one bedroom and one bath, on the small side but clean and neat as a pin. And half what I was paying for a 2nd floor walkup with a struggle for anywhere to park within a half mile. The damn floors weren't level and the boards squeaked when I walked on them, which the fat broad that lived below me complained about constantly. Hell, she called management one day when I was playing my electric guitar with the power shut off! Since the crabby old fart that managed the place was hosing the fat broad, of course I got told to keep it down. She kept me pissed off all the time, it got so I would wait until I heard her shower running, hell, I could hear her take a dump the place was so thin. I would then flush the toilet, wait until it filled and then go turn on the hot water full blast. The first couple of times I did that I got a nice shriek for a response, oddly she never showered when I was home after that. So I happily took unit number seven, smack in the middle between two little houses exactly alike, facing three others across the courtyard, also exactly alike. I moved in a month later. Things were looking up. The day I moved in I came walking up the sidewalk carrying a huge box. Two young women were sitting on lawn chairs out front. They smiled at me, I smiled back. Nothing really out of the ordinary there, both of them were wearing blue jeans and T-shirts. I was carrying the last items, my guitar and my amp, one of them asked me if I played. "Yea, a little." I answered. "Us, too, we like to play and sing a little. What do you play?" "Oh, about anything I want, if I hear it I can play it." "Cool! Let's get together, jam some?" "Sure, any time." I went ahead and put my stuff away. I was bent over one of the cartons, digging out my matched cutlery set, consisting of three knives, forks, spoons etc when I heard a voice from the doorway. "Need any help?" One of the girls was standing there. She was blonde, and very nicely rounded out from what I could see. "No, thanks though. I got it about all handled, I don't have much stuff yet." "I'm Shelly, I live in number two..with my boyfriend." She added. "I'm Dan. Who is your friend?" I could see the other girl still sitting in one of the lawnchairs, watching us intently. "That's Kathy, she is in 8." I knew number 8 was the one on the end next to mine. "Well, if I can't give you a hand I guess I will go sit on my butt. Come join us when you get done, we have some beer." With that she turned and walked back outside, giving me a nice peek at her well filled our behind. I was done in 10 minutes, so I went out to join them. We had a long visit, I learned that I was the only single guy in the units. The rest were all women, just two of them couples and around my age. The other units were single women and all older than us. I asked about them, Shelly told me that all three of them liked girls. She gave a little giggle at that. Still, It looked to be a fun place to live. The other couple both worked and she said they were nearly always gone. I met Dave, Shelly's livein a few days later, he was a tall slender guy and always had a smile on his face. The others I only knew in passing, except for Kathy. The four of us more or less hooked up as friends, although I never saw much of Dave. He was always gone someplace and came in pretty late in the evening. So it was just sit around and chat, drink some beer, pick on the guitars a little. Mostly me and two cute gals, I didn't mind that one bit. Once in awhile I would see one of the other people come in or go out, they just nodded and left us alone. The first out of the ordinary thing was when I came home an hour early and walked up the steps to see Kathy and Shelly quickly pull towels over their breasts. They had obviously been sunning themselves. I got a tiny flash of skin and nipples but that was all. "Sorry." I said. "Just coming home." "Why are you sorry? Don't you like girls?" Shelly teased. Shelly was always teasing, even wearing a T-shirt her big nipples poked out like headlights. I don't think she even owned a bra, I never saw her wear one. "Uhh...Yea, but I...." I went into mild discomfort. She sat up, holding the towel to her front as I walked by. She had a big smile on her face, she knew she was getting to me. I went inside my place, leaving them to whatever they were doing. I did peek out through the curtains but they had both put their tops back on. The next incident was late at night, I was in my bedroom getting ready for bed. I looked up at the window and there was Kathy, she had just slipped off her blouse. She wore a lacey pink bra that her breasts barely nestled in, it was soft looking. Our bedrooms faced each other, with a narrow walkway between them to a tiny back yard, no more than five feet wide. So unless the curtains were closed we could both see right into each other's bedrooms. She noticed I was there, turned my way and smiled just as I closed the curtain. I didn't want to be caught peeking, besides, I was wearing just my briefs. I had been about to remove them to take a shower when I realized she was there and could see right in. The next day was Saturday and I had the day off. By late afternoon both Kathy and Shelly were out there in the lawn chairs when I came out on my porch. They had on bikinis, just normal looking types. I waved and they waved. I went back inside and made a pitcher of iced tea, got some glasses and went out to join them. I had on shorts and a T-shirt, it was hot as hell so I stripped the T-shirt off and sat down. "Wow, he is pretty ripped!" Shelly said to Kathy, like I wasn't there. "Yea, I saw him the other night." Kathy said, grinning. That got a blush from me. "Sorry, I didn't realize the bedrooms faced each other." "Oh, it's OK. No big deal, we all have to live here." She waved her hand like she was dismissing that. "We want to get some Sun." Shelly said. "Yea, and you are sitting right here." Kathy added. I just looked at them, slightly confused. "We need to tan...these." Shelly added, her hands moving over her bust without quite touching. She had a big grin on her face. "Oh....Sorry. I can go back inside." "No, that's all right. You live here too." She said again. "If we take off our tops, will you be offended?" "Uhh...No, but I can give you privacy if you....." Shelly reached down and tugged the string of her top and slipped it off, setting it aside. "Too late." She said, with a giggle. Kathy looked at Shelly, laughed. Her top was off also before I could open my mouth. She laid back, letting the Sun hit her upper body and closed her eyes. Shelly had big round breasts with huge dark nipples, Kathy was smaller and more ski slope shaped, her nipples were flat looking with tiny tips. I was looking from one to the other in surprise. Then I had to roll over on my side to hide the bulge that was growing in my shorts. "I think we got him all fussed up!" Shelly said with a giggle. "Sorry, it's just that I am not used to...." "You will get used to it, relax. Besides, it's a compliment." She grinned at me. She was still sitting upright, her breasts hanging forward. After about a half hour I did get used to it, I even managed to doze a little. I woke up to the sound of a lawnmower, a hispanic man was starting to cut the grass. Both of the girls were gone, so I got up and went inside. Visions of them sitting there half naked filled my head, I felt myself beginning to erect again. I decided to take care of that. I was feeling pretty hot, I glanced at the curtain and it was pulled part way but there was a gap. It was getting dark outside so I couldn't really see if the other room had the curtains open. I stood there and then reached down, slipped my pants and briefs off. Naked and partly erect, I reached down and stroked myself a few times. That was a glorious feeling, I knew I could be caught and for some reason that made me hard as a rock. I was just getting ready to explode when I heard a tapping at the side window. Startled, I quickly grabbed my briefs and shorts, tugged them on and fastened them. Then I looked out the window, my face flaming. Kathy was there, leaning out her open window. I opened mine, expecting to be chastised. "Want some company?" She asked. "Uh..... sure, come on over." She reached down and picked up a wide board, it was about 5 feet long. She lifted it, pushed the end my way. "Catch this!" She said. I reached down and grabbed the end, she set her end on the windowsill, looked at me. I stood there holding the dang board with my mind blank for a moment. "Well?" She said. I put the other end on my own windowsill. She hopped up on the board and crawled across, scooting down to slide into my bedroom. She reached behind her and pulled the board in, set it down. "Nobody will know I am over here this way." She smiled. "So what is up?" I asked, stupidly. "I just figured that by now you might need a little help." She was grinning ear to ear. "Help with what?" "This! We teased you and caused it so let me fix it." She put her hand against my chest and pushed gently, the back of my knees bumped the bed and I sat down. She reached down and tripped the catch on my pants. Reaching inside she fondled me for a few seconds, getting an almost instant reaction. "I thought so." She said, kneeling down and using both hands to start stroking me. It didn't take her very long, either, she alternated between soft and firm, then as I started to erupt she squeezed, continuing the strokes again. Her breath came in short little gasps, she was really getting off on this. It almost took the top of my head off. Just as I blasted off into the air one of her hands came up and covered the end, to catch the spurts. As I started to calm down, I reached out for her but she slipped back out of my reach. "Nononono." She said. "But...." "I don't fuck. Not yet anyway." She said bluntly. Then she reached out and wiped her hands on my pants that were still down past my knees. "But you...we..." "I like to do that, it's fun." She smiled. Then she went over and with a bit of a struggle managed to get the board back up on the windowsills. I just sat there and watched and she crawled back across on her hands and knees. There was another struggle and she pulled the board inside, waved at me and shut the window. I sat there almost in shock, not sure what the hell had just happened. Finally I managed to calm down and took a shower, but I had to get myself off the 2nd time in the shower from thinking about what Kathy had just done. Funny thing is I had never in my life ever even thought about exhibitionism, but I had just done it. Partly an accident, I honestly didn't think Kathy was over there but the idea that she might be had really gotten me going. I also thought about that, thinking she had probably done something like that before with someone else. I had no idea who had lived there before me, though. I thought maybe Kathy might climb over and do that some more but for days she acted like nothing had happened. I was a bit bashful at first when I saw her or talked to the two of them in the yard but soon I got over that. They both had great big grins every time they saw me too. I figured Kathy had probably told Shelly all about that incident. I was also hoping for some more of them sunning themselves but it rained for an entire week so that ended any thought of that. Then one night I was coming home from being down at a local club. There had been some dancing and drinking and I was a little bit buzzed, enough so that I left my rig there and walked home. I had spent the night hitting on a sweet looking gal a few years older than me but when it came time to ask her over for a nightcap she told me she was married and had to go home to her husband. This after my hands had been all over her butt and we had shared several long kisses. Just my luck to pick the married one in the bunch, and a tease at that. I noticed the lights were on in the room right across from me, not thinking, I glanced in as I went by. The curtains were wide open. Shelly was on top of Dave on their couch, and both of them were naked! Her big bare breasts were bouncing up and down from her efforts, I could just see Dave's lower body from my angle. I saw Shelly's pubic hair slip up into view each time she lifted up. I went inside my unit and closed the door. Then without turning on the lights I slipped the front curtains aside. They were still going at it, in a few moments Shelly got up and turned around. Dave got up on his knees and started in again from behind as she shoved her behind up in the air to take it. What a sight! I couldn't help myself, I sat there and watched, my rock hard cock now in my hand. They went at it for a very long time, finally Shelly rolled over again and spread her legs. I got a perfect view of her hairy pussy with the pink peeking out. She was abviously turned on, her lips looked all swollen up and wet. Just as Dave threw his head back I let fly, too. My sperm flew out and all over the curtain, making a mess. I finished up and thought that I had better go get some soap and water and clean up, then as I glanced up at the other house I saw Shelly looking out the window in my direction. I didn't think she could see me with the lights out though. She grinned and gave a little wave, then closed the curtains. I knew right then that she knew I was there. I was finishing cleaning up the mess I had made when my phone rang. Thinking it was probably Shelly, or even Dave, I picked it up. It was Kathy. "How was the show?" She said with a giggle. "Show?" "Hey, I know you saw them too." She laughed. "Yea, I really couldn't miss that." "Can I come over?" "Sure." I went to my front door but then I heard the tap on the window from the other room. I went in there and opened the window, up came the board and she crawled across. "Why don't you just use the front door?" I asked her. "I don't want anybody to know I am over here." "Oh. Ok. But that seems odd." "Well, how did you like the show?" "That was fun I guess, I think they know we are watching." "Yep, They know! Dave has a nice one, almost as nice as yours!" She purred. I reached out for her thinking maybe she was ready but she slipped away. "No touch!" She said. I just shrugged. "I would take care of that for you but I think you already did." She gave me a wicked grin. I just shrugged again, not really knowing what to say. View Not Quite by Accident "Unless you have some left." She stepped up close to me and reached down to stroke my crotch. "Oh, my! You do have some left." She flicked the top button on my pants, tugged the zipper down and reached inside my briefs. "Oh, that is so nice!" She whispered. I leaned down and kissed her, she didn't pull back that time. "Hey, if I...will you maybe return the favor?" "Sure!" Now I was hard as a rock. Kathy pushed me back on the couch, tugged at my clothes some more. She got my erection freed up and began to work it with both hands. I was having a bit of a struggle orgasming, it took her a solid five minutes. She even changed hands a couple of times as her arms tired. Finally she just leaned down and sucked me into her mouth, that did it. "You better do me back!" She mumbled around a mouthful of my cock. The sensation was so extreme I felt myself begin to spasm, she worked my length while sucking furiously. Her cheeks puffed out as I came, then she jumped up and ran to the sink to spit it out. I lay there nearly exhausted. Then she came back in and sat down on the couch. "Your turn!" I didn't need to be asked twice. I reached out and unfastened her blue jeans, tugged them off of her. There was nothing underneath, and she was completely bare. I tried to take off her top but she stopped me. "Just there!" She said. "This time." She giggled. "I want to play with them." I told her. "Maybe next time. DO me!" Her hand was rubbing her pussy furiously. I leaned down and went right to work with my tongue. She had full lips, her clit just barely peeked out from under the hood. I lightly brushed my tongue over it, she shuddered at that. It only took a few seconds and her body tensed, her legs splayed out wide and her hips bucked up and down against me. I pressed the index finger of my right hand inside her, she didn't resist that. As I stroked her insides upwards softly, her hips came up and her thighs clenched as she orgasmed for a solid half minute. I took the opportunity and pushed my hand up under her top, got a handful of soft breast, she let me. Then she relaxed, I leaned back and just looked at her. Her legs were spread wide, one breast bare from my pulling her top up. Kathy lay there smiling at me, letting me look. She was beautiful, her hips swelled outwards, the V shaped bulge of her lower abdomen swept downwards to join the bulge of swollen flesh between her legs. She was so smooth and soft that it had to be a wax job, there was no sign of hair anywhere. She lay like that for quite a long time, basking in my inspecting her. Then she sat up quickly, reached for her jeans. She stood up and tugged firmly, they were very tight. Her tits jiggled up and down as she hopped and tugged at her pants until she finally got them up. "That was wonderful! Thank you for not trying to...screw me." She said. Her eyes seemed damp. Was she crying?, I thought. Then she set the board and climbed back across, leaving me there with my thoughts. I was still naked from the waist down. This relationship was completely strange to me. I had been with a few women, not enough to claim any great experience but most of them more of less just let me make love to them. This was different, it was like Kathy called all the shots and she decided when and where. Now we had been together twice but she had only hinted that actual sex was a.....maybe? I decided to just go with the flow and not mess with what was a good thing. That was what I was thinking as I went to sleep anyway. I had one of those crazy dreams that night, partly from the drinking and partly from Kathy coming over I guess. I dreamed of Shelly and Kathy both naked and on top of me, my having one huge orgasm after another. The dream ended as I finished up and looked down at the face of that naughty older woman from the gas station. She was naked and saying, "Fuck me honey, fuck me!" over and over. I woke up remembering the dream in detail, and I was hard as a rock. The sun was lighting up the front room curtains, I had slept on top of the bed. My mouth felt like I hadn't brushed my teeth for a week so I got up and drank some water, then took a shower and dressed. I walked down to the bar and retrieved my truck. It was my day off but I drove over to the shop anyway. The tiny red sports car was there as I pulled up, that seemed to be quite a coincidence to me. The older lady looked nasty as always, she saw me and smiled and gave me a wave. Jerry, the part time attendant was taking care of her, a huge grin on his face. I went inside and got a soda out of the machine, as I came back out the lady beckoned me to come over to her car. "Hi! What can I do for you?" I asked. "You are the mechanic here, aren't you?" "Yes, I work during the week." I smiled, looked down, her right breast was in view through the gap in her blouse like always. "OK. We have this old car at my house that my husband bought and he can't make it run. I thought maybe you might come over and see what you can do? He is helpless with cars." "Sure, I can do that." "We will be glad to pay you." I nodded, she jotted down the address. I looked at it, it was out on the bay road a half dozen miles, I knew it was probably a big ranch I had passed a few times. "OK. Is this afternoon all right?" "That would be perfect!" She said, leaning forward to start the car. That made her blouse gap even more, her right nipple was easily an inch long. She looked up at me and smiled as she posed for a couple of seconds. "That is one hot old lady!" Jerry said as she drove off. "Yep. No doubt about that!" I grinned at him and got in my truck and left. I got some breakfast, then I went and gathered up my tools and headed out the bay road. There was a long driveway, it was at least a half mile from the main road to their house. The house was a huge and very old two story building, I looked at it and guessed it to be at least 100 years. But it was well kept, and there were several modern outbuildings. I saw several tractors and farm equipment in a leanto building off to the side. There was a very big pole type building behind the main house. I walked up and knocked on the door. A man opened the door and asked if he could help me. I explained that the lady had asked me to help with a vehicle. "Oh yes, Mrs. Harmon. One moment, please." Good grief. I thought. These people have a butler? The woman appeared, smiling. She was dressed in tight shorts and a halter top that tied in the front. I looked like something a 20 year old would wear. I noticed her stomach was tanned dark brown and it was flat as a board, her legs looked the same way, long and muscular. There were slightly lighter faint marks on her belly, stretch marks I knew. She had children, that was obvious. "Hi, Mrs. Harmon. I am here to see about fixing the car?" "Please call me Harriet." She smiled. "The car is out in the garage, it is the blue one right in front." I nodded and headed out there. I opened the door, not knowing what to expect. Here sat an absolutely perfect 1961 Corvette convertible, baby blue. It had the hard top in place, I knew that model was a dual top design. The emblem on the side told me it was the twin carb engine with the 270 horsepower option 283. Probably somewhere around 100 grand worth of machine sitting there, I thought. Maybe more. "Hello." I heard a voice. A soft looking older man came out of a side office, he was wearing a suit and tie. "I'm John Harmon, can I help you?" "I'm Dan, Mrs....uhh....Harriet asked me to see if I could fix a car, is it this one?" "Yes, I bought that at auction, but I just won't start. It makes a few popping sounds but that is all. Perhaps you can see what is wrong?" I nodded, he went back inside the office and shut the door. I lifted the hood, everything looked normal. I removed the air cleaner, yep, dual carbs. They looked spotless except for some soot around the throats of them. Glancing at the air cleaner, I saw the same soot on it. The key was in it, so I worked the throttle linkage and got a nice shot of fuel. I turned the key and the engine turned over, then backfired and turned over some more. Something was sure as hell out of whack. I popped the distributor cap, this model had points. I checked the gap, filed the points making sure they were bright. As I was moving the wire from the coil to the distributor it felt funny. I tugged lightly and the wire came right out of the insulation. Now I knew what was wrong. I got a coil of wire out of my toolbox and made a new hot lead, crimping the ends carefully. I hooked that up and touched the key and she fired instantly, settling down to a throaty rumble. I bumped the throttle a couple of times, that sure as hell was no 270 horsepower 283. I glanced at the emblems on the end of the cylinder heads, they weren't the familiar camelback design but instead were the angled sharp peak type. That was odd, a typical early medium size valve 327 head. I looked at the spark plugs, they were straight where I had expected to see angled plugs. I figured someone had been in there for sure, though. There was no mistaking the sound, this thing had power! I was standing there blipping the throttle with a big grin on my face when Mr. Harmon came out. "That was quick!" He smiled. "What was wrong?" "Just a broken wire. Say, can I take her for a short test drive to make sure everything else is OK?" "All right, but please be careful, that is a quarter million dollars sitting there." I blinked at him. "It doesn't have the original engine I don't think." I said, knowing that would radically reduce the value of the machine. "That's sitting over there in a crate, this one is a 400 something. I would like to have that changed back so we can show it at the car shows, perhaps you can do it for me?" "Sure, glad to." "Ok, you may drive the car." He turned and went back into his office. Hot diggity!! I was sitting in the front seat, just enjoying the feel when I looked up and Harriet walked into the shop. She had on different shorts and a smaller bikini top. It hit me I had never seen her in the same clothes twice. The top was very loose, her breasts were sure high and firm for her age. Probably some surgery, I guessed. "Oh! You fixed it!" She said, smiling. "Yes, it was easy. I am about to take her out for a test drive." "Oh, neat! May I go with you?" "Sure, of course." I said with reluctance. Darn it, there went my idea of putting the machine through it's paces. "OK, Just a minute." She went inside the office, came back in seconds and climbed in on the passenger side. "Let's go!" She sounded excited, her hands came up and swept her hair back. She looked like a giddy schoolgirl for a moment. I pulled out, drove down to the highway. I carefully ran through the gears, everything felt fine, the engine had a sweet throaty purr out the big dual exhaust. "Let's go faster!" She said. I happily stepped on it, until I was doing just under 70. There was a stop sign up ahead so I slowed and shifted into low gear. "Let's see what it will do!" She grinned at me. I shrugged, dropped the clutch and hit the gas. All hell broke loose as the tires spun and grabbed, slamming us back into the seat, not even a microsecond of hesitation as the big secondaries opened up. I hit second gear without taking my foot off the floor, the rear tires bawled for a moment and then the engine was screaming, I shifted to third and then fourth. We had about a mile of straight road and we were running out of that quickly so I let off and dropped back to a more normal speed. This thing was fast! I looked over at Harriet to say something, she had one hand inside her top and one hand between her legs and her face was contorted. She almost looked like she was having an..orgasm? That floored me, I slowed some more. "Pull over up there." She said, her breath coming in a gasp. I looked up at a little paved side road, it led down to a small park and dock by the river. I pulled in there, rolled up to a big log bordering the river and stopped. "That was so exciting!" She said. I nodded, yes, this was quite a machine. "Do you like me?" She turned sideways to me in the seat. "Uhhh....yes, you are beautiful." I answered, not sure what else to say. "I'm not really beautiful, but I make up for it." She said, reaching out with one hand and brushing the front of my pants. I jumped slightly at that. Not only did this old lady delight in showing off her body to me, now she was hitting on me. I thought about the man back at the garage that I knew was her husband. Some things I just couldn't do. "You really are pretty, I like the way you look but I have a girlfriend." I lied. I didn't really have a girlfriend, I had a...friend? "Oh. Well, no harm done. If you ever change your mind, let me know." She took her hand away from me, sat back in the seat. She reached up and tugged at her top, managing to flash a nipple at me in the process. Just the way she was, I decided. I took a deep breath, started the car. It started right up, but now there was a small ping sound and then a steady rattle. OH OH, I thought. I had probably hit close to 8000 RPM, I was worried I had broken something so I carefully limped the car back to the garage and shut it off. Harriet thanked me for the ride and left as I lifted the hood and studied the engine. I thought I knew what the noise was, so I lifted the valve cover and looked. Stock rocker arms, big huge valve springs underneath them, no chance there of lasting very long. One was lifted up, the rocker stud and nut had pulled right through it. "Is something else wrong?" John was suddenly standing right by me. "Yes, it has a broken rocker arm." "Oh! Just a minute." He was back in seconds with a box. "These came with it, is this what you need?" He handed me the box. I opened it, Titanium roller rockers, probably a grand at least. "Yep. That's what it needs." I grinned. I proceeded to get to work, changed over all 16 of them and adjusted everything. Then I started the engine, it again ran fine with that throaty rumble. I headed for home, thinking about my day. Man did I want that car but there was no way in hell I would ever be able to afford anything like that. At least I would get to drive it some, John wanted me to put the factory engine back in. I would just have to do my best to keep his wife Harriet at a distance, she had made it obvious that she was ready and available. That was kind of spooky, never in my life had I ever had a woman just throw herself at me like that. Well, maybe I had, I decided, thinking of Kathy. Over the next several weeks I just worked at the shop, then in my spare time I drove out to the Harmon's and converted the Corvette back to stock. I even drove it and it still had a lot of power, but I missed that sheer mayhem response it had with the bigger powerplant. Finally with reluctance, I was done. I parked the car and told John it was ready. I had also carefully washed and waxed it to get any specks off of it. His wife Harriet was in the office when I walked in, looking nasty as always. "Thank you, that was a fine job. What do we owe you?" The funny thing is, I never even really thought about what to charge, the job was simply fun for me. I hesitated, thinking. "Maybe he would like something in trade?" She suggested, looking at her husband. I looked at her in surprise, she was smiling at me. I thought for a moment that she was suggesting something else. I think she realized that too, I started to say something in response, but she interrupted. "Like the old engine he took out? You don't need that, do you John?" He looked at me and smiled. "Will that be enough?" He asked. Yes, that would be enough. For sure, that would be enough. I loaded the engine in my truck, strapped it down. I had no idea what I was going to put it in but I would find something. That tickled me pink, I suspected there was 10 grand sitting there, maybe more. Hell, the rocker arms would have easily covered my work by themselves. Martin let me store the engine in a corner of the shop, and I went back to work. By now it was getting to be late Fall and the weather had cooled. There were no more incidents with the two girls out sunning themselves. I even checked across the way to see if Shelly and her boyfriend were maybe doing something but the curtains stayed closed. Kathy did sneak over a couple of times, we had more repeats of those wild sexy sessions. But it was on her terms, always. She would bring me right to a stop if I even tried to slip between her legs. I could do anything else but not that. Harriet came into the station for gas at least a couple of times each week, the only difference was she had the top up on her little red car since the weather was cooling. Without fail one or both of her tits were peeking out and several times even more. Once she came in wearing one of those skirts and I looked down to see she wasn't even wearing the sheer panties. The moment I reached for the squeegee she opened her legs and left them that way, grinning at me. Her outer lips actually opened up like a flower, I could see the droplet of moisture trickling down. This woman was just plain nasty! I can't say I minded that. She wasn't even coy about it, she made it completely obvious that she was enjoying her display. "Thank you!" I told her one time after she did that. "You are welcome Danny. One of these days when you are bored, why don't you drop by the house and...take care of things for me?" She smiled sweetly at me. "You never know, just maybe." I teased, instantly thinking I should keep my mouth shut. "If you are worried about John, don't be. He won't mind, in fact...he likes it." She had a wicked look on her face. I gulped and blushed at that. But now I understood why she was the way she was. Still, I just couldn't. Not with someone married. Besides, I was enjoying the hell out of Kathy when she slipped over into my place and we had incredible oral sessions. Kathy absolutely delighted in masturbating me. She let me finger fuck her regularly, and I could always tell when she wanted me to go down on her, she would suck me off first. She always jumped up and spit it out, too. By now I was earning that five figures I had planned on, but it was the low five figures rather than the high five figures I had hoped for after graduating. That didn't matter anymore, I was happy. I had enough, sex was good although I really did want to actually fuck with Kathy. I even asked her about that, she just told me she wasn't ready, and "maybe soon." Maybe soon finally became nearly a year. Then one evening I was down at the local club by myself and I spotted a cute little brunette. Her name was Candi which I thought was an odd name. We danced, she got pretty well soused and I ended up asking her back to my place. She spent the night, as I slipped inside her after spending a long time with foreplay and oral sex, she lifted her hips and mashed herself up against me. I think I remember her doing that anyway, it all was a little bit hazy, we were both plastered. I took her home the next day and when I walked back up the sidewalk to my place I spotted Kathy sitting on my porch. She didn't look happy. "What the hell was that?" She demanded, the first words out of her mouth. "What?" I asked, knowing exactly what she meant. "That girl. You brought that girl home." "Well, I....." I stammered. "I thought you liked me, you goddam men are all the same!" She jumped up and stormed off. "Fucking bastard!" She yelled as she walked away. I figured I had better let her calm down and cool off before I tried to talk to her. I didn't really even understand, we were friends and we messed around but the truth was were weren't even really dating. The most we did was go out to eat a few times and sit around in the yard. We chatted and cracked sexy jokes, played the guitars and that was pretty much it. View Not Quite by Accident Well, there was those fun sexy sessions, too. It was only about two weeks before I was really missing those. Women. I will never understand them, I thought. They keep their ldamn egs slammed together if we try to fuck with them, then if we do go out and get some they get all pissed off. Kathy was acting really pissed off, too. The hell with her, I decided. Then I ran into Shelly, so I asked her what the deal was. "Kathy likes you and you cheated on her." That was to the point. "But? We weren't really hooked up, she didn't...we never...." I protested. "Yes you were, she thought so anyway." "Kathy won't..." My voice trailed off. "Fuck? She just doesn't want to get pregnant is all, she was thinking you would ask her to marry you first." "Marry?" "God, you are such a dunce!" She walked away. Marry her? I thought. The idea had never even crossed my mind, I had no plans at all to marry anyone....ever. Hell, I just wanted to have fun. I realized that I was sure missing being with Kathy though. I gave up finally, it got so that when I did see Kathy I would nod and say hello and that was about it. She actually snubbed me, making sure I was aware of her displeasure. Then one evening I glanced out and a tall good looking guy was on her porch. She came out, looking pretty nice and they left. I felt a deep pang of jealousy at that. I stayed home that night and waited, it was after midnight when they came home. She unlocked the door and they went inside. Now I was upset, but what the hell did I expect? I went to bed, tossed and turned. Stupid dreams overtook me, they always do when I am stirred up about something. The older woman was in them again, why couldn't I get her out of my head? The next day was Sunday and it broke with one of those warm late Fall days, so I went outside and sat in the lawn chairs. Shelly and Dave came out and joined me, I probably hadn't said a half dozen words to him in all the time I had lived there. Shelly peeled off her top, the first time Dave had been out there with her doing that right in front of me. But he didn't even react. Then the door opened and Kathy came out. She had on a skimpy bikini top and a pair of way too snug shorts, she walked over and plopped down, helped herself to some ice water I had brought out. She looked at me with a blank expression but didn't say anything. "Who was your friend last night?" Popped out of my mouth before I could stop myself. "Friend? Oh, that is John, he is my brother." She grinned at me. "Brother? Oh. I didn't even know you had a brother." "Well, I do. There is a lot of things you don't know about me, Danny." That was the first time she ever called me Danny. The only other person to ever call me that was my Mom and the lady from the gas station. Then she tugged the tie at her side and slipped her top off, leaned back. I glanced at Dave but again he didn't even blink. Here was two half naked women sitting there, of course I couldn't help myself, I started to react. I tried everything I could think of with no success, finally I just turned over on my side. "There he goes again!" Shelly giggled. "Yea, men. They think with their dicks!" Kathy said. "What do you expect, you two are sitting there with your boobs hanging out." I protested. "Would you like us to cover up?" Shelly smiled at me sweetly. "Hell, with those outfits, I think it would be worse!" "Oh, you like my outfit, huh?" Kathy smiled. She had that familiar purr in her voice. Shelly just giggled. "Yea, I do." I let my voice trail off. "Is it causing you a problem?" All three of them were grinning at me now. "Yes, a little." "Well, I guess if I caused it I should fix it." I just looked at her. I had heard that before, did she mean....? "Come on!" Kathy got up, reached out and took my hand. I got up and went with her as she tugged me along behind. We went inside, I could hear Dave and Shelly laughing loudly as the door closed. "If I forgive you will you be a good boy?" Kathy asked, dragging her fingernails down my chest. I nodded. Then we were kissing, and in short order my erection was in her familiar hands. I managed to get her shorts undone and off her hips. We lay side by side on the bed. I fondled her as her hips thrust upwards. I pressed my bare chest against her breasts, felt her hips moving against me. I let myself lay against her like I had done so many times before, but she felt different. She didn't squirm away as my erection prodded her gently. I felt the tip of my cock touch her, expected her to press me back but her hands came up and pulled me closer. I stopped then, looked her right in the eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked her. "No. Not this time. Please, not this time!" Her hips came up, her sex found me and we both pushed together. Her body opened slightly and I felt firm resistance, then she relaxed and we were joined. She was very tense at first, then she began to buck and I met each motion with my own. I felt myself orgasm, I had no control over that, but I stayed firm and kept right on going as now she was slick with my seed. The second one took much longer, we worked together almost like it was an experiment, a new thing we were learning. I felt her shudder several times, then finally exhausted I softened and slipped out. I rolled over on my back, she leaned in and put her head against me. We lay like that for a long time. "Well, was I as good as she was?" "Who?" I asked, knowing perfectly well who. "That woman you picked up." "Oh. I don't even remember that, I was pretty drunk." She got that pissed off look on her face again but it quickly faded, I wisely kept my mouth shut. Then she got up and went into my bathroom, I heard the shower running for a few minutes. She was still naked when she came back out, using a towel to dry her hair. She sat down on the edge of the bed, smiled at me. She reached out and patted my stomach, more of a stroking motion that patting. "Well?" She asked. "Well, what?" "Are we dating now?" "I think I would like that, you are wonderful!" I said, and I meant it. "You are the first one I ever let...you know." I just looked at her. I guess that shouldn't have been a surprise. "It matters to me, I love you and I want you and me to be together." "Kathy, I love you too." She leaped into my arms at that, plastered herself to me. Having my arms full of naked woman felt pretty good. I even told her I loved her, and I even thought I meant it. That was part of the problem, I thought I meant it but I wasn't sure. Not enough to think of marriage, family, all of that anyway. Kathy and I settled down to a regular relationship, she still lived in her unit and I lived in mine but we spent most nights together in the same bed. I learned that she had gone on birth control pills within days of catching me with someone else. She and Shelly had obviously planned the whole scenario out, I figured. I guess I felt a little bit...trapped? Then one morning Kathy and I were laying in bed wrapped up in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of a glorious morning lovemaking session. I had woken up to her sitting crosslegged beside me, my morning erection in her hands. I have to admit I liked that, it was fun. I reached for her and we slid together like we had practiced it for ages, and I guess we had? As we lay there afterwards, she whispered in my ear. "Would you like to come out and meet my folks?" She asked. "Sure, I guess it's time." I answered. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. I more or less knew where this was all headed. That afternoon we got into my old truck, Kathy directed me to drive out of town, we turned down the bay road. A suspicion popped into my mind. When we got to the driveway and she pointed, I knew. We pulled up in front of the big old house, Harriet came out and hugged Kathy. John was standing on the porch smiling. Harriet looked just as nasty as she always did. "Hi, Danny!" Harriet said. "I didn't realize you were the young man Kathy has been talking about." She gave me a big hug, too. John shook my hand, he was grinning ear to ear. We went inside, had a nice visit, then a fantastic meal served by their staff. Later, we sat and were served snifters of brandy. "So how are you and our Kathy getting along?" John asked me. "Fine, we are pretty happy." I told him. "That's good, we both like you and you will make a fine son!" He patted my shoulder. Harriet heard him and beamed at me, too. She was dressed mercifully more conservative than I was used to. "Say, I was thinking. I have this old Camaro in the garage, it needs an engine. Would you like to fix it up, maybe drive it as a gift from us?" I knew which one he meant, there was a 1968 model out there under a tarp, no engine or hood. It needed some bodywork but nothing I couldn't do. Yea, I would like that. "Sure, that would be neat. I could use that engine I have at the garage." John grinned some more, pleased at the idea. Later, we said our goodbyes and headed back to our place. "You will get used to my Mom," Kathy said. "She is just..that way." I was never going to get used to Kathy's mom, I thought. "I know her from the gas station, and I fixed up your Dad's car last summer." I told her. "OK. You know then." She giggled. "Yea, I know. Your mom is something else." "I have something else to tell you, honey." Kathy said, leaning her head on my shoulder. I looked at her, had a sinking feeling. "I am pregnant. We are going to have a baby." I wasn't even shocked at that, I had already began to see the writing on the wall. So much for the damned birth control pills. Or was it deliberate? I just wasn't sure. I reached out and hugged her. Sometimes a man has to be one, step up to the plate. My Kathy. Pretty, sexy, fun to be with. A wealthy family, a future. A child. Good lord, a child! The one tough part might just be dealing with her mother. We would just have to see. I sat that evening in my chair looking out the window, thinking. Kathy had settled into bed, I could hear the soft sounds of her breathing in her sleep. The lights were on across the way, the curtains open. I saw Shelly walk across the room, she had on a thin nightgown that didn't leave much to the imagination. She looked over at me, smiled and waved. I waved back, then I got up and went to bed. Kathy murmured in her sleep as I cuddled up with her. I reached out and stroked her sides, let my hand reach around and touch her breast. She sighed lightly, then returned to the steady soft snore. Things would be fine, I thought. At least I thought so, anyway.