Joe Bob drives an Oldsmobile for Major's Grease Fried Chicken, out of San Antonio. This season
he's ranked fifteenth, right behind Bobby Ray Nickel's Hot Tamale
Chevrolet. Tomorrow is qualifying day and we had just arrived at
the Seminole Motor Lodge, Joe Bob was in a mood, like always the
night before he drives. So me and the boys locked the race car
and all our equipment up at the track garage and drove the truck
back to the Lodge for a few beers and some music before turning
in for the night.
The bar was called The Pit Stop, very original, and it was
jumping. There were no seats and they were two deep at the bar
its self. Mack managed to score us each a couple of long necks
and we leaned against the wall and listened to the red neck four
piece band. The bar was noisy so we had to talk rather loudly to
be heard, mostly we discussed the other teams cars and the
prospects of each in the up coming race. Suddenly, as I looked
beyond our group I saw a vision, she was beautiful, more
beautiful than I could have ever dreamed possible on this earth.
Blonde, blue eyed and statuesque, with a tan to die for. I blurt
out, "God, she's the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen." And
naturally the band chose that moment to end the set, so she and
everyone in the bar heard me. I turned bright red, then she
looked at me square in the eyes, smiled, winked and walked to
where her friends were waiting for her. They all seemed to be
giggling at me. My team mates certainly were having a laugh at my
expense. I blushed even more as I realized 'she' was still staring
at me. Once the band started it's next set we managed to return
to deep discussions about tire pressures and wing configurations.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I could see by the
surprised look on my team mates faces something unusual was
happening. I looked around and there she was only inches away
looking deeply into my eyes. "Hi, I'm Dana, I hope that my
friends didn't embarrass you. They don't mean to be so
unfeeling." I was surprised to hear my own voice answer, "Oh,
that's alright, no problem." She was still looking into my eyes
and holding my arm, "I'd like to make it up to you, would you
like to dance" As I swallowed, I must have nodded because she
led me out to the mini dance floor and began to move with the
beat. "You seem like a nice guy," she said over the music,
"what's your name" "Brad." I heard myself say, "I'm with the pit
crew for Joe Bob Junior." The song quickly changed to a slow
dance and she was in my arms, we talked and danced for a while
then she asked me if I wanted to go outside for some fresh air.
Like I'd say no. Once we were out of the bar in the semi warm
night air Dana said she and her friends had come down to
Tallahassee to see the race and to get away from North Carolina
where they went to college. After about an hour we knew more
about each other than I did about my ex-wife. We came to a little
park like area and sat down on a bench. I had my arm around her
and soon we were kissing with ever increasing passion. I wanted
this woman, what's more she seemed to want me. I said, "Do you
feel the way I do" "Yes!" she panted. "Where can we go" I
asked, "I share a room with two other guys from the team and one
of them is already asleep." Dana said we couldn't use her room,
they were staying at a hotel a little further away from the track
and they were also sharing. There was no possibility we could
rent a room, the town was sold out. There was no where to go, but
we were both beyond caring a point that was becoming unbearable
now that I had removed Dana's bra and was rubbing her swollen
nipples while she had managed to fondle my crotch to the point
that I was afraid I'd mess my pants. We had to do something,
"Wait," I said, "I have an idea." Dana gasped, "anything, but I
have to have you!" "Come on," I said, leading her to the parking
lot. The crew had a motor bike that it used to get around the
track. I fired it up and Dana jumped on the back, putting her
arms around me and a firm grip on my still swollen cock. I drove
quickly to the track
garage where I parked the bike and, while still kissing and
fondling Dana managed to open the rollup door. There was the
Major Grease Fried Chicken race car, with only one seat and lots
of room inside between the rollcage. I hurriedly found some drop
clothes and made a makeshift bed next to the driver's seat. Dana
climbed in with me and we tore each other's cloths off as soon as
we were naked our kisses and caresses became more impatient.
"Oh...," Dana moaned, "suck my nipples.... hard!" "Ahh, more!"
We sucked and fucked the early evening away, laying quietly for
long minutes only to move into new positions, once even trying to
do it in the driver's own seat, with no luck, it was just to
confining. Dana was one of those women who could just cum and cum
all night. About 1:00 am I said, " Tomorrow is a race day. I've
got to get some sleep so I can do my job." We did a quick cleanup
that is to say we removed the drop clothes and returned to our
hotels.
The next day Dana was in the special observers area with her
friends, I had gotten them passes. So I could see her and talk to
her when there was time. Strangely, Joe Bob took pole position
with the fastest qualifying time he'd ever turned in, when he
pulled into the pit that morning he seemed to be on a high. When
I asked him what was different He said, "I don't know, but
driving today just has the smell of sex."