James hurried around the West End of the station. Nancy had parked in the exact spot Frank's Ford had been sitting, and like Frank, she had backed in. James eagerly moved around the front of the Hudson to get to her. Nancy was sitting on the front passenger side, with the door open and her legs on the ground and together. She had arranged the same setup as before!
As James approached her Nancy had an ornery smile on her face as she suddenly held up the rubber. She had found it! It was about ten inches long, Frank's seven inch unroll plus the inch that had been left at the tip to catch semen and had been stretched additional inches by the huge load of come. James watched with a puzzled expression on his face as Nancy started unrolling it. He was thinking; "Surely she doesn't intend to have me use it, does she?"
Nancy finished unrolling it. Only about an inch had remained unrolled. "He almost filled the entire length, didn't he?"
James nodded, "He didn't keep it on for very long."
Nancy's eyes had a dreamy look as she thought of Frank and herself in this very spot, she glanced at her watch, less than an hour ago. It seemed a lot longer. "I know, we were very turned on." She straightened up, and seeming to realize that it was now James with her and not Frank, said; "Can you watch the station from here while you're with me instead of watching me?"
"You bet I can!" He moved close to her, and on impulse did exactly as Frank had done, using his weight to wedge between her legs. Her skirt came up as she opened wide, and James saw the top of her stockings come into view, followed by garter belt and white, lacey panties. He touched her on the crotch.wet, white lacey panties!
"I left my panties on, so that you can remove them like he did," Nancy said, and then she lay back upon the seat and lifted her legs, placing her high heels on the doorsill.
His hands shaking, James reached under her ass as she raised her hips to aid him. He pulled her panties down, then up as they climbed her beautiful thighs, passed her dimpled knees and slid over her gorgeous calves. James had a (not original) inspiration, and left her panties hanging on one of her high-heeled shoes as he lifted her legs. There the panties could fly as before, a banner of victory, a symbol of his joy and happiness.
Her luscious pussy, covered with beautiful, golden curls, was just below him. It looked very open and slippery, and the pubic hair at the bottom of her pussy was straight from being wet and sticky. This time it was meant for him! He dropped his jeans and underwear to his knees. He didn't dare remove them completely as Frank had done; there was always the possibility he would have to rush to the front of the station.
Nancy sat up to look at him. She wrapped her right hand tenderly around his shaft and cupped his loose, medium sized balls with her left. "Remember, what's in here," (she shook his balls gently) "doesn't go in me. You can take just a few, slow strokes, and then stand up, and I'll finish you off."
"I'll remember," James replied, with more than a trace of excitement in his voice. "I came at this exact spot not long ago so I think I can hold back if you'll let me stay inside you a little longer."
Nancy gave his penis a couple of slow strokes while gently squeezing him. His shaft felt harder to her than either her husband's or Frank's penis. "It's your problem if a car comes before you get to come with my hand, just remember that."
James was studying the way her beautiful, red tipped fingers looked around his shaft. "My dick looks bigger in her little hand than it does with mine wrapped around it," he was thinking. He looked into her eyes; "I'd better get it in, then."
She laid back and raised her legs, and James hooked the inside of her knees in the crook of his elbows, as Frank had done. He had memorized every move Frank had made, and if he followed Frank's example, he might not look like an amateur.
Nancy guided him and he looked down and watched, fascinated, as the head of his cock opened her. He felt warmth, wet and wonderful warmth, as he slid all the way in with one smooth, slow thrust.
He lingered, deep inside, taking in the visual delight of seeing his penis inside a female for the first time. His pubic hair was intertwined with hers. Brown and golden blond, a beautiful tapestry of color. She didn't clasp his cock tightly, but James didn't care. He was inside his first girl, his first woman, an angel sent from heaven, or to be more specific, his church!
As much as James wanted to move his hips, he didn't. There was something that he wanted to do first. He leaned down, placing his head close to her face, and she understood. She kissed him, her tongue eagerly exploring his mouth. After a brief moment of uncertainty his tongue joined with hers. They held the kiss for almost a minute, and then he lifted his face to look at her, and said; "I think I wanted to kiss you more than anything else."
"I know. I felt the same way about wanting to kiss you. With Frank it was just physical, but I've had time to get to know and understand you." She pulled his head down and kissed him for a few more seconds, then released him and said; "You'd better keep your head up to watch for people."
James raised his upper body so that he could continue to watch the area outside the car. "Will you try not to avoid me at church? I.I mean, I know you can't come near me or anything, and I won't try to approach you, but it would make me happy if our eyes could meet and we could still be friends, from a distance." James meant it with all of his heart, and she felt his sincerity.
"That's reasonable. I'll still think about you sometimes, even if I decide to start seeing Frank."
"You can always park behind my station," James said. He pulled his penis back, almost all the way, and pushed it back into her,
Nancy pursed her lips and looked up at him, smiling, "That feels good. Keep stroking, but be careful. As far as parking here, that would be something to consider, but I think I'd prefer to fuck Frank in a more secluded spot, like a motel bed. I might stop by to say hello someday.and maybe to buy gas," she added as an afterthought.
"And don't forget our spotlessly clean restrooms," James replied, smiling down at her. She was treating him as an adult, as an equal, and he was thankful. James had a sudden impulse to tell her what else he had seen, when she was sitting in the outhouse. Wisely, he did not. Nancy would never have understood how he could think that seeing her urinate and defecate, and worse, from underneath, could be appealing, and she would have considered it a true invasion of her privacy.
He was beginning to gain a little confidence now, and for the first time, James began to stroke steadily.
Her pussy clasped him gently. Not snug, but with plenty of feeling just the same. It didn't matter how wet or loose she was, her vagina was tugging his foreskin up over the head of his dick each time he pulled back, and then pulling the foreskin back off his head each time he shoved into her. Ever since he had discovered masturbation, James had known that there was something special about having a foreskin. Now that he was fucking, the advantages became even more obvious. His foreskin was adding feelings of its own in addition to the wonderful way her pussy felt around his shaft.
"I could be happy with this fit, if she was my wife," he thought, "Of course, I don't know what she thinks about the way I fit her." He gave her 15 strokes, 20, more.
Nancy was thinking about the fit, and hoping that she was tight enough for James. She knew now, she had really enjoyed the feeling of how Frank had been stretching her and if she had a choice, she knew what it would be. Doing this with James was almost the same physically to fucking her husband because of the identical size, but she was still enjoying James more.
Moaning softly now, Nancy began thrusting her hips upward to meet his penis. She had her eyes closed as she asked him; "Are you doing alright? I'm going to come if you can hold back a little longer and promise not to come inside me."
James couldn't believe his ears. She is going to come, with my smaller cock! "I.I'm O.K. Go ahead." He sped up.
"No. Slow down," she said as she grasped his hips with two hands in order to stop his sudden movements. "I can feel you better that way and you'll be able to hold back easier."
Feeling chastised for being a young kid with no experience, James stroked slowly. He wasn't sure if she had been right about his being able to hold back by going slower. Stroking her slower seemed less physical, and more.romantic. He felt that he was in love with her, and at his young age, he probably was.
He needed to ask her. It might be embarrassing, but he wanted to know. "Is my dick.big enough? I know how big Frank was, how it looked, and I heard you tell him how good he was feeling.?" Before she had time to think and answer, James added: "And I heard you say how much better Frank was feeling over your husband, and then, in the station, you compared me and said I was, that I am the same size as your husband."
Nancy smiled. "Look lover boy. You're fine. It's feeling really good. I like your cock, and when I come it will probably be just as good as it was with Frank. So don't worry about your size, O.K.?"
"All.all right." James kept pumping, going slow as she had asked. But his face showed that he was doing some heavy thinking.
Nancy understood. "I know I told Frank he felt a lot better than my husband, that his dick felt better, but I have grown tired of my husband. He doesn't take good care of me in bed, so that has a lot to do with it."
James wanted to believe her, and for the most part did. But all this talk of fucking and comparing dicks was beginning to arouse him, further along than he wanted at this time.
He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at her face, or he wouldn't be able to hold back. He was going to make her come. That simple fact turned him on more mentally than anything he had ever experienced, and now that mental turn-on was trying to convert to physical, and override his willpower.
No, closing his eyes was no good, he still kept thinking about her, plus he needed to be alert for visitors. James opened his eyes, and looked around at the station, and the outhouses. No, not the outhouses, the women's outhouse held too many erotic memories for him. He looked at the windshield of her Hudson, and noticed that she had already squashed a bug in the center of the passenger's side. "I cleaned that windshield better than any I've ever done, and it's already bugged up. I guess nothing lasts forever," he thought.
He wished that this could last forever because Nancy felt better than anything he had ever done to his dick with his hand. He felt her left hand reach down and wrap around his slippery shaft as he moved in and out. She was feeling his hardness, and then she began feeling her lips at the point where she was stretched around him. James saw that their combined juices had gotten all over her engagement ring and wedding band.
For some reason, getting his and her juice all over her wedding bands was a turn on. It seemed, almost sacrilegious somehow. She reached lower, and gently cupped his balls.
James raised his eyes for a minute to look at her face, and saw that her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open and very wet looking. He was about to lean down and kiss her when he felt a tugging around his penis. James looked down. She was still cupping his balls with her left hand and had begun rubbing her pussy above his cock, with her right hand. Though James knew little about the clitoris, Nancy knew, and was using it to speed her orgasm. In another couple of minutes, James would make her come, but she was growing worried about his ability to hold back. Thus, her hand had gone into action.
A few seconds later Nancy tensed and began to groan as her orgasm started. "I'm coming James. You made me do it!"
Nancy made no effort to hold back on how noise she was making. If she made noise, James might feel that she truly was enjoying him, which she was.
James could see that the lips of her vagina had turned bright pink, almost red, and she was shooting spurts of liquid out around his shaft, just like she had done with Frank. Quickly glancing up at her face, James saw that her eyes were closed, and her mouth was opened. She seemed to be frowning as well, but that is because she is thinking real hard about her orgasm, James figured.
He quickly returned to staring at their genitals. James could feel her pussy twitching around his cock. The twitches were almost a second apart, like his own when he climaxed during masturbation. James had an inkling for the first time, that an orgasm might feel the same to a woman as it does to a man. She is throbbing, just like I do. It must feel the same to her but somehow different because she has a dick inside of her. With his mind racing, James wished that he could switch places with her so that he could see exactly how was feeling for her.
James eventually stopped stroking, and Nancy relaxed. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him, "Truthfully, I never expected to come before we started, I just wanted to please you a little bit. But you are a good lover. That was nice, real nice." She reached up with her right hand and pulled his face down. They kissed for a few seconds, and this time James inserted his tongue into her mouth.
James was beaming. "I could feel you coming. It felt the same way as it does when I come." James was still surprised by the knowledge he had just obtained.
"You could? That's good. I was afraid that I might not be tight enough for you." She was feeling him with her hand again, and James knew that his time was rapidly approaching.
"I have a very sensitive head. It's protected by a foreskin all the time so anything I do with it feels good."
Nancy gave him a look of understanding. "I'll keep that in mind if I ever have a boy baby. Now you'd better take it out and let me make you come before someone else comes to the station."
She stared down at his cock as he took another couple of strokes, getting a last feel of her. She understood, saying nothing, and giggling, said 'it feels good' and to take one or two more. He did, and then James reluctantly and slowly removed his penis, watching as it was gently clasped and then released by her pinkish inner lips.
Nancy was watching as well. It was not quite as significant to her as it was to James. This was his first pussy and that was her third cock. Still, she was feeling almost as much excitement from this as he was. The guilt was there, but was being tempered by the fact that she was making a young man very, very happy.
Nancy sat up and began to stroke his slippery shaft with her right hand. "You're really fun to masturbate, much easier than my husband or Frank. Your foreskin is loose, and lets me slide up and down further than I can on them."
James was standing fully erect, with his head above the roof of the Hudson. He watched as she gently stroked him, and noticed as she sat upright that more wetness was running out of her, soaking the edge of the seat. He wanted to say something about it, as he was very conscious of how fussy some owners were about their car, but he decided that now was not the time. He'd take care of that after he shot his load.
He decided to teach her something. Something that would enhance his orgasm; "Yes, it's easy for me to masturbate. By using the foreskin, I can run my hand completely up over the head without irritating it. That's where most of my feeling is. Go ahead, try it."
James placed his left hand on her right shoulder and held her as she responded. She began running his skin to the tip of his shaft. Her hand felt warm and snug around him. She knew just the exact pressure to use in order to duplicate the feel of her pussy. Well, maybe not the exact feel of her pussy, her grip was just a little tighter than that. Pre-coital fluid began to pour from his pee hole, and she began to go faster.
"No.," he said, softly. "Keep going slow. I like it the same way you do." She slowed, and began using the exact pace that he had used when he was fucking her. His orgasm was approaching. He reached down, and inserted two, and then three fingers into her. He felt her cunt tighten around his digits.
"Three fingers, like Frank did!" He said loudly as his cock exploded and began to shoot long jets of fluid in her direction.
His first blast almost caught her squarely on the face. She had been absorbed in feeling how very hard his shaft was while watching his balls swing back and forth, and then he had shoved his hand into her! She hurriedly aimed his penis to her right, his left, as his first stream shot past her right shoulder and landed on the post between the front and rear doors of the Hudson. She kept stroking at a moderate pace as his second, third and fourth shots landed on the side of the rear door. Three more hit the near the bottom of the door.
"Wow, you really can come. I've never seen anybody shoot like that," she said, as she watched still more come pump out of him and land on the ground, just missing his pants that had fallen to his ankles. She tasted some of his come that had gotten on her fingers, and giggled, "Maybe I should have let you come in my mouth, but then I wouldn't have gotten to see you shoot like that."
James was still trying to recover. "How many have you seen?"
"Actually, I've only watched my husband. All of Frank's orgasms were in my pussy.and mouth."
James remembered what the brunette had showed him; "Milk it down with your hand, so it isn't dribbling in my pants 15 minutes from now."
Nancy milked him, and placed her mouth at the end of his shaft to catch the large blob that oozed out. Smiling up at him, she swallowed it, and asked; "Any more?" James answered boldly, and if she took him up on it.
"Suck it."
She did, going deep on his shaft, and James groaned softly. This was really special. This lovely lady, whom he had so often admired, was actually sucking his dick. She milked him with her mouth, once, twice, and swallowed one more blob.
James's fingers were still in her pussy, and less than two minutes later he was feeling her strong pelvic muscles contracting around his thrusting fingers as she added to the wetness on the car seat. She had come again, and this time she hadn't used her hand!
James hurriedly cleaned his come off the Hudson's door pillar and rear door with tissue he had gathered from the men's outhouse and she made a joke about the Hudson being "baptized." Nancy had already cleaned her juices off the passenger seat as best she could with tissues from her purse, and he admired her as she pulled on her panties and applied lipstick in her rear view mirror.
A little later she was seated behind the wheel, with the engine running. They had kissed one last time, gently, so as not to smear her lipstick. James stood by the driver's door, and tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke; "Please be sure to speak to me if you ever get the chance."
"I promise," she said, as she blew a kiss at him and drove away.
James remained in place as the Hudson disappeared around the front of the station. He waved, knowing she wouldn't see it. James suddenly felt very lonely. He was in love with her, and his heart was breaking.
After the Hudson drove away, James turned, and spotted the rubber on the ground where Nancy had dropped it. He picked it up and returning to the front, placed it inside an envelope from the desk drawer in the office. In the future he could pull it out of a concealed location on occasion and think of Nancy. It was the only physical item he had that had belonged to her, even if it was only for a couple of minutes while she unrolled it.
It wasn't until James had finished the days work, closed the station, and walked halfway down the lane to his dad's farm that the realization struck him. After all that, he hadn't even touched Nancy's breasts!
In months to come he would see Nancy in church, and sometimes James would draw close enough to her that their eyes would meet. They seldom had a chance to converse, and if they did they could only make idle chit chat, as someone was always near. She didn't seem to be deliberately avoiding him, as she had promised not to do, but she didn't make any apparent effort to approach him, maybe to share their secret, either.
James thought that maybe Nancy felt embarrassed, or guilty, about her visit to the station. He believed that, until one day about three months later. Frank stopped by to visit. He said that he had passed by a couple of times and stopped, but James's dad had been working. In response to James's immediate first question, Frank confirmed that he and Nancy had been together at a motel several times since he had met her at the station.
James asked Frank if they were in love, and Frank hesitated and replied; "No, just good sex. She sees me because I'm not from around here, and I don't know anyone that she knows. She really likes to fuck. I go through half-a-dozen rubbers every time we're together. We 69 a lot too."
James wondered if Nancy had ever mentioned what happened after Frank had left that day, but didn't ask. What had happened between Nancy and himself was their secret, and If Frank heard about it, the information would come from Nancy, not himself.
He enjoyed hearing about Nancy, even if she was fucking someone else, and encouraged Frank to talk further. "I really enjoyed watching you with her that day, I wish I could see it again."
"Maybe you can. I'll show you some photos," Frank said. He pulled four small prints out of his wallet, and handed them to James, "I've got 24 pictures, but I only have these four with me."
James studied them closely. It was ironic, he had actually seen someone fucking before ever seeing any sex photos, and now his first sex photos were of the couple he had seen fucking. Even though her face didn't show, James knew it was really she. He'd recognize her beautiful blonde pussy and those gorgeous long legs anywhere, even in black and white photos taken indoors with a flashgun. "How.how did you take these?"
"After I asked her a couple of times, telling her I needed something to keep me going when she wasn't around, she let me bring a friend along to take some photos. She didn't want her face to show, for obvious reasons."
"Did the guy that took the pictures want to do it with her too?"
"Of course. I was willing it she wanted to try two men at once but I think she was afraid to. She told me later, when we were alone, that she was afraid if she got started trying different men, she might not stop. I can believe that because I've never met a woman who likes sex more than she does."
James knew that statement was probably true. He'd had his own adventure with her. "So the poor guy had to go without, then?"
"Sort of. She didn't completely leave him hanging. After he had taken the pictures she let him jack off and watch us while we 69d and fucked again. He came over and sat on the bed about two feet from her head while she was on top of me in the 69 position, and he says she kept staring at his cock as she sucked me. Then, later, he was watching my cock in her pussy, and when he came she saw him and came at the same time. I think she enjoyed having him there, even if she didn't let him touch her."
James began using his deductive reasoning; "Maybe she was fantasizing about the time I watched you and her behind the station."
Frank stared at James with his mouth slightly agape, "You know, you just might be right about that."
"Was his cock as big as yours?"
"No. I'd say it was normal size, about like yours. I asked her later if she would have fucked him if he had a big dick like mine and she said "No, that she wanted me to remain unique in that aspect."
Frank stopped by on occasion for about another year. Then the last time he said that Nancy had broken off their affair, saying that she needed to get her life, and marriage, in order. She had arranged to see Frank, and when they met at the motel she informed him up front that this was to be their last time together.
Frank said that he was grateful she had chosen to do it that way. He admitted that he had fallen in love with her, and if she had broken it off without one last chance to be together it would have been much harder for him to take. They had a very long and intense session of sex, and it was over.
Frank said that he probably wouldn't be coming to the station again, at least for awhile. His sales route had been changed a couple of months ago and only Nancy had kept him coming through the Wichita area. He had driven almost 200 miles out of his way today, to let James know, and say a possible goodbye. There also was the possibility that his National Guard unit might be called up since North Korea had just invaded South Korea.
James was deeply touched. He really appreciated this gesture of friendship, and made Frank aware of his feelings. Frank had one hope for the future. Nancy had taken his address "in case she ever decided to see him again," but she had stated that "it probably wouldn't happen." As Frank had driven away, James experienced the same feeling of loneliness that Nancy's departure had given him.
James never divulged his secret about Nancy to anyone, not even Becky. He might have told Becky if his first (and only) fuck had been with some schoolgirl, but Nancy had been special, and always would be. Becky would believe him to be a virgin when they married, and in a way, he had been, since he hadn't had an orgasm inside of Nancy. To this day, many years later, James was still amazed that Nancy had returned to the station and fucked him.
Nancy's story.
As she drove away from the station, Nancy checked her rearview mirror and slowed. At the first wide spot in the road she made a partial U-turn, and had to back up once to complete the turn. She pulled to the edge, completely off the pavement, and watched down the highway. She had left the station headed for the same direction, west, from which she had first arrived. She had done this on purpose. She knew that Frank would leave the station and head east, toward Missouri. She didn't want Frank to see her, waiting. She had to go back. The young boy had seen her in the act of cheating, and she had to do something, maybe just talk to him.
Nancy was trembling as she thought about what she had done, and what the young man had seen. She still couldn't believe what had just transpired. She checked her watch. A little over an hour and a half ago it had begun.
She though the kid looked "cute," and gave him a flash of thigh for fun. Her skirt rose higher than she intended when she spread wide and reached across the dashboard. She had only meant to expose herself to the top of her nylons, and had ended up showing her garter belt and panties.
It was mildly arousing to watch him out of the corner of her eye while she applied makeup, knowing full well that he could still see all the way up her inner thighs. He was maintaining his cool pretty well, under the circumstances. She thought that he looked familiar, but shrugged it off.
After answering the call of nature and wiping, Nancy sat on the hole and thought about the cute young attendant. Her husband had passed on another opportunity the night before, and she was horny again. Her ass cheeks were being spread by the edges of the hole and the feeling was erotically stimulating. She decided, "Why not?" She began to masturbate and maybe to fantasize about the station attendant. nancy had just begun to enjoy herself when she heard a car drive up and stop outside the outhouse.
She continued to stimulate her clitoris slowly and listened. She heard a car door open and feet hit the gravel as the door closed. The feet began walking and she heard the door of the men's toilet open, and close.
Silence outside. Nancy wondered if there could be a woman in the car, waiting for her to come out, as her Hudson was parked in front of the women's outhouse. She heard the door of the men's outhouse open, and feet again on the gravel. The feet stopped, without opening a car door and driving away. Nancy shook her head, "There must be a woman waiting for me to leave. I'll have to put off having my orgasm."
Frustrated, she grabbed some more tissue, and wiped her dripping pussy. As Nancy prepared to leave she mumbled softly to herself; "Stand up, panties up, skirt down. Damn it, ready or not, here I come."
Nancy opened the door, and saw a strange man checking out her new Hudson. Her heart jumped when he turned and smiled at her.
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As James approached her Nancy had an ornery smile on her face as she suddenly held up the rubber. She had found it! It was about ten inches long, Frank's seven inch unroll plus the inch that had been left at the tip to catch semen and had been stretched additional inches by the huge load of come. James watched with a puzzled expression on his face as Nancy started unrolling it. He was thinking; "Surely she doesn't intend to have me use it, does she?"
Nancy finished unrolling it. Only about an inch had remained unrolled. "He almost filled the entire length, didn't he?"
James nodded, "He didn't keep it on for very long."
Nancy's eyes had a dreamy look as she thought of Frank and herself in this very spot, she glanced at her watch, less than an hour ago. It seemed a lot longer. "I know, we were very turned on." She straightened up, and seeming to realize that it was now James with her and not Frank, said; "Can you watch the station from here while you're with me instead of watching me?"
"You bet I can!" He moved close to her, and on impulse did exactly as Frank had done, using his weight to wedge between her legs. Her skirt came up as she opened wide, and James saw the top of her stockings come into view, followed by garter belt and white, lacey panties. He touched her on the crotch.wet, white lacey panties!
"I left my panties on, so that you can remove them like he did," Nancy said, and then she lay back upon the seat and lifted her legs, placing her high heels on the doorsill.
His hands shaking, James reached under her ass as she raised her hips to aid him. He pulled her panties down, then up as they climbed her beautiful thighs, passed her dimpled knees and slid over her gorgeous calves. James had a (not original) inspiration, and left her panties hanging on one of her high-heeled shoes as he lifted her legs. There the panties could fly as before, a banner of victory, a symbol of his joy and happiness.
Her luscious pussy, covered with beautiful, golden curls, was just below him. It looked very open and slippery, and the pubic hair at the bottom of her pussy was straight from being wet and sticky. This time it was meant for him! He dropped his jeans and underwear to his knees. He didn't dare remove them completely as Frank had done; there was always the possibility he would have to rush to the front of the station.
Nancy sat up to look at him. She wrapped her right hand tenderly around his shaft and cupped his loose, medium sized balls with her left. "Remember, what's in here," (she shook his balls gently) "doesn't go in me. You can take just a few, slow strokes, and then stand up, and I'll finish you off."
"I'll remember," James replied, with more than a trace of excitement in his voice. "I came at this exact spot not long ago so I think I can hold back if you'll let me stay inside you a little longer."
Nancy gave his penis a couple of slow strokes while gently squeezing him. His shaft felt harder to her than either her husband's or Frank's penis. "It's your problem if a car comes before you get to come with my hand, just remember that."
James was studying the way her beautiful, red tipped fingers looked around his shaft. "My dick looks bigger in her little hand than it does with mine wrapped around it," he was thinking. He looked into her eyes; "I'd better get it in, then."
She laid back and raised her legs, and James hooked the inside of her knees in the crook of his elbows, as Frank had done. He had memorized every move Frank had made, and if he followed Frank's example, he might not look like an amateur.
Nancy guided him and he looked down and watched, fascinated, as the head of his cock opened her. He felt warmth, wet and wonderful warmth, as he slid all the way in with one smooth, slow thrust.
He lingered, deep inside, taking in the visual delight of seeing his penis inside a female for the first time. His pubic hair was intertwined with hers. Brown and golden blond, a beautiful tapestry of color. She didn't clasp his cock tightly, but James didn't care. He was inside his first girl, his first woman, an angel sent from heaven, or to be more specific, his church!
As much as James wanted to move his hips, he didn't. There was something that he wanted to do first. He leaned down, placing his head close to her face, and she understood. She kissed him, her tongue eagerly exploring his mouth. After a brief moment of uncertainty his tongue joined with hers. They held the kiss for almost a minute, and then he lifted his face to look at her, and said; "I think I wanted to kiss you more than anything else."
"I know. I felt the same way about wanting to kiss you. With Frank it was just physical, but I've had time to get to know and understand you." She pulled his head down and kissed him for a few more seconds, then released him and said; "You'd better keep your head up to watch for people."
James raised his upper body so that he could continue to watch the area outside the car. "Will you try not to avoid me at church? I.I mean, I know you can't come near me or anything, and I won't try to approach you, but it would make me happy if our eyes could meet and we could still be friends, from a distance." James meant it with all of his heart, and she felt his sincerity.
"That's reasonable. I'll still think about you sometimes, even if I decide to start seeing Frank."
"You can always park behind my station," James said. He pulled his penis back, almost all the way, and pushed it back into her,
Nancy pursed her lips and looked up at him, smiling, "That feels good. Keep stroking, but be careful. As far as parking here, that would be something to consider, but I think I'd prefer to fuck Frank in a more secluded spot, like a motel bed. I might stop by to say hello someday.and maybe to buy gas," she added as an afterthought.
"And don't forget our spotlessly clean restrooms," James replied, smiling down at her. She was treating him as an adult, as an equal, and he was thankful. James had a sudden impulse to tell her what else he had seen, when she was sitting in the outhouse. Wisely, he did not. Nancy would never have understood how he could think that seeing her urinate and defecate, and worse, from underneath, could be appealing, and she would have considered it a true invasion of her privacy.
He was beginning to gain a little confidence now, and for the first time, James began to stroke steadily.
Her pussy clasped him gently. Not snug, but with plenty of feeling just the same. It didn't matter how wet or loose she was, her vagina was tugging his foreskin up over the head of his dick each time he pulled back, and then pulling the foreskin back off his head each time he shoved into her. Ever since he had discovered masturbation, James had known that there was something special about having a foreskin. Now that he was fucking, the advantages became even more obvious. His foreskin was adding feelings of its own in addition to the wonderful way her pussy felt around his shaft.
"I could be happy with this fit, if she was my wife," he thought, "Of course, I don't know what she thinks about the way I fit her." He gave her 15 strokes, 20, more.
Nancy was thinking about the fit, and hoping that she was tight enough for James. She knew now, she had really enjoyed the feeling of how Frank had been stretching her and if she had a choice, she knew what it would be. Doing this with James was almost the same physically to fucking her husband because of the identical size, but she was still enjoying James more.
Moaning softly now, Nancy began thrusting her hips upward to meet his penis. She had her eyes closed as she asked him; "Are you doing alright? I'm going to come if you can hold back a little longer and promise not to come inside me."
James couldn't believe his ears. She is going to come, with my smaller cock! "I.I'm O.K. Go ahead." He sped up.
"No. Slow down," she said as she grasped his hips with two hands in order to stop his sudden movements. "I can feel you better that way and you'll be able to hold back easier."
Feeling chastised for being a young kid with no experience, James stroked slowly. He wasn't sure if she had been right about his being able to hold back by going slower. Stroking her slower seemed less physical, and more.romantic. He felt that he was in love with her, and at his young age, he probably was.
He needed to ask her. It might be embarrassing, but he wanted to know. "Is my dick.big enough? I know how big Frank was, how it looked, and I heard you tell him how good he was feeling.?" Before she had time to think and answer, James added: "And I heard you say how much better Frank was feeling over your husband, and then, in the station, you compared me and said I was, that I am the same size as your husband."
Nancy smiled. "Look lover boy. You're fine. It's feeling really good. I like your cock, and when I come it will probably be just as good as it was with Frank. So don't worry about your size, O.K.?"
"All.all right." James kept pumping, going slow as she had asked. But his face showed that he was doing some heavy thinking.
Nancy understood. "I know I told Frank he felt a lot better than my husband, that his dick felt better, but I have grown tired of my husband. He doesn't take good care of me in bed, so that has a lot to do with it."
James wanted to believe her, and for the most part did. But all this talk of fucking and comparing dicks was beginning to arouse him, further along than he wanted at this time.
He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at her face, or he wouldn't be able to hold back. He was going to make her come. That simple fact turned him on more mentally than anything he had ever experienced, and now that mental turn-on was trying to convert to physical, and override his willpower.
No, closing his eyes was no good, he still kept thinking about her, plus he needed to be alert for visitors. James opened his eyes, and looked around at the station, and the outhouses. No, not the outhouses, the women's outhouse held too many erotic memories for him. He looked at the windshield of her Hudson, and noticed that she had already squashed a bug in the center of the passenger's side. "I cleaned that windshield better than any I've ever done, and it's already bugged up. I guess nothing lasts forever," he thought.
He wished that this could last forever because Nancy felt better than anything he had ever done to his dick with his hand. He felt her left hand reach down and wrap around his slippery shaft as he moved in and out. She was feeling his hardness, and then she began feeling her lips at the point where she was stretched around him. James saw that their combined juices had gotten all over her engagement ring and wedding band.
For some reason, getting his and her juice all over her wedding bands was a turn on. It seemed, almost sacrilegious somehow. She reached lower, and gently cupped his balls.
James raised his eyes for a minute to look at her face, and saw that her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open and very wet looking. He was about to lean down and kiss her when he felt a tugging around his penis. James looked down. She was still cupping his balls with her left hand and had begun rubbing her pussy above his cock, with her right hand. Though James knew little about the clitoris, Nancy knew, and was using it to speed her orgasm. In another couple of minutes, James would make her come, but she was growing worried about his ability to hold back. Thus, her hand had gone into action.
A few seconds later Nancy tensed and began to groan as her orgasm started. "I'm coming James. You made me do it!"
Nancy made no effort to hold back on how noise she was making. If she made noise, James might feel that she truly was enjoying him, which she was.
James could see that the lips of her vagina had turned bright pink, almost red, and she was shooting spurts of liquid out around his shaft, just like she had done with Frank. Quickly glancing up at her face, James saw that her eyes were closed, and her mouth was opened. She seemed to be frowning as well, but that is because she is thinking real hard about her orgasm, James figured.
He quickly returned to staring at their genitals. James could feel her pussy twitching around his cock. The twitches were almost a second apart, like his own when he climaxed during masturbation. James had an inkling for the first time, that an orgasm might feel the same to a woman as it does to a man. She is throbbing, just like I do. It must feel the same to her but somehow different because she has a dick inside of her. With his mind racing, James wished that he could switch places with her so that he could see exactly how was feeling for her.
James eventually stopped stroking, and Nancy relaxed. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him, "Truthfully, I never expected to come before we started, I just wanted to please you a little bit. But you are a good lover. That was nice, real nice." She reached up with her right hand and pulled his face down. They kissed for a few seconds, and this time James inserted his tongue into her mouth.
James was beaming. "I could feel you coming. It felt the same way as it does when I come." James was still surprised by the knowledge he had just obtained.
"You could? That's good. I was afraid that I might not be tight enough for you." She was feeling him with her hand again, and James knew that his time was rapidly approaching.
"I have a very sensitive head. It's protected by a foreskin all the time so anything I do with it feels good."
Nancy gave him a look of understanding. "I'll keep that in mind if I ever have a boy baby. Now you'd better take it out and let me make you come before someone else comes to the station."
She stared down at his cock as he took another couple of strokes, getting a last feel of her. She understood, saying nothing, and giggling, said 'it feels good' and to take one or two more. He did, and then James reluctantly and slowly removed his penis, watching as it was gently clasped and then released by her pinkish inner lips.
Nancy was watching as well. It was not quite as significant to her as it was to James. This was his first pussy and that was her third cock. Still, she was feeling almost as much excitement from this as he was. The guilt was there, but was being tempered by the fact that she was making a young man very, very happy.
Nancy sat up and began to stroke his slippery shaft with her right hand. "You're really fun to masturbate, much easier than my husband or Frank. Your foreskin is loose, and lets me slide up and down further than I can on them."
James was standing fully erect, with his head above the roof of the Hudson. He watched as she gently stroked him, and noticed as she sat upright that more wetness was running out of her, soaking the edge of the seat. He wanted to say something about it, as he was very conscious of how fussy some owners were about their car, but he decided that now was not the time. He'd take care of that after he shot his load.
He decided to teach her something. Something that would enhance his orgasm; "Yes, it's easy for me to masturbate. By using the foreskin, I can run my hand completely up over the head without irritating it. That's where most of my feeling is. Go ahead, try it."
James placed his left hand on her right shoulder and held her as she responded. She began running his skin to the tip of his shaft. Her hand felt warm and snug around him. She knew just the exact pressure to use in order to duplicate the feel of her pussy. Well, maybe not the exact feel of her pussy, her grip was just a little tighter than that. Pre-coital fluid began to pour from his pee hole, and she began to go faster.
"No.," he said, softly. "Keep going slow. I like it the same way you do." She slowed, and began using the exact pace that he had used when he was fucking her. His orgasm was approaching. He reached down, and inserted two, and then three fingers into her. He felt her cunt tighten around his digits.
"Three fingers, like Frank did!" He said loudly as his cock exploded and began to shoot long jets of fluid in her direction.
His first blast almost caught her squarely on the face. She had been absorbed in feeling how very hard his shaft was while watching his balls swing back and forth, and then he had shoved his hand into her! She hurriedly aimed his penis to her right, his left, as his first stream shot past her right shoulder and landed on the post between the front and rear doors of the Hudson. She kept stroking at a moderate pace as his second, third and fourth shots landed on the side of the rear door. Three more hit the near the bottom of the door.
"Wow, you really can come. I've never seen anybody shoot like that," she said, as she watched still more come pump out of him and land on the ground, just missing his pants that had fallen to his ankles. She tasted some of his come that had gotten on her fingers, and giggled, "Maybe I should have let you come in my mouth, but then I wouldn't have gotten to see you shoot like that."
James was still trying to recover. "How many have you seen?"
"Actually, I've only watched my husband. All of Frank's orgasms were in my pussy.and mouth."
James remembered what the brunette had showed him; "Milk it down with your hand, so it isn't dribbling in my pants 15 minutes from now."
Nancy milked him, and placed her mouth at the end of his shaft to catch the large blob that oozed out. Smiling up at him, she swallowed it, and asked; "Any more?" James answered boldly, and if she took him up on it.
"Suck it."
She did, going deep on his shaft, and James groaned softly. This was really special. This lovely lady, whom he had so often admired, was actually sucking his dick. She milked him with her mouth, once, twice, and swallowed one more blob.
James's fingers were still in her pussy, and less than two minutes later he was feeling her strong pelvic muscles contracting around his thrusting fingers as she added to the wetness on the car seat. She had come again, and this time she hadn't used her hand!
James hurriedly cleaned his come off the Hudson's door pillar and rear door with tissue he had gathered from the men's outhouse and she made a joke about the Hudson being "baptized." Nancy had already cleaned her juices off the passenger seat as best she could with tissues from her purse, and he admired her as she pulled on her panties and applied lipstick in her rear view mirror.
A little later she was seated behind the wheel, with the engine running. They had kissed one last time, gently, so as not to smear her lipstick. James stood by the driver's door, and tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke; "Please be sure to speak to me if you ever get the chance."
"I promise," she said, as she blew a kiss at him and drove away.
James remained in place as the Hudson disappeared around the front of the station. He waved, knowing she wouldn't see it. James suddenly felt very lonely. He was in love with her, and his heart was breaking.
After the Hudson drove away, James turned, and spotted the rubber on the ground where Nancy had dropped it. He picked it up and returning to the front, placed it inside an envelope from the desk drawer in the office. In the future he could pull it out of a concealed location on occasion and think of Nancy. It was the only physical item he had that had belonged to her, even if it was only for a couple of minutes while she unrolled it.
It wasn't until James had finished the days work, closed the station, and walked halfway down the lane to his dad's farm that the realization struck him. After all that, he hadn't even touched Nancy's breasts!
In months to come he would see Nancy in church, and sometimes James would draw close enough to her that their eyes would meet. They seldom had a chance to converse, and if they did they could only make idle chit chat, as someone was always near. She didn't seem to be deliberately avoiding him, as she had promised not to do, but she didn't make any apparent effort to approach him, maybe to share their secret, either.
James thought that maybe Nancy felt embarrassed, or guilty, about her visit to the station. He believed that, until one day about three months later. Frank stopped by to visit. He said that he had passed by a couple of times and stopped, but James's dad had been working. In response to James's immediate first question, Frank confirmed that he and Nancy had been together at a motel several times since he had met her at the station.
James asked Frank if they were in love, and Frank hesitated and replied; "No, just good sex. She sees me because I'm not from around here, and I don't know anyone that she knows. She really likes to fuck. I go through half-a-dozen rubbers every time we're together. We 69 a lot too."
James wondered if Nancy had ever mentioned what happened after Frank had left that day, but didn't ask. What had happened between Nancy and himself was their secret, and If Frank heard about it, the information would come from Nancy, not himself.
He enjoyed hearing about Nancy, even if she was fucking someone else, and encouraged Frank to talk further. "I really enjoyed watching you with her that day, I wish I could see it again."
"Maybe you can. I'll show you some photos," Frank said. He pulled four small prints out of his wallet, and handed them to James, "I've got 24 pictures, but I only have these four with me."
James studied them closely. It was ironic, he had actually seen someone fucking before ever seeing any sex photos, and now his first sex photos were of the couple he had seen fucking. Even though her face didn't show, James knew it was really she. He'd recognize her beautiful blonde pussy and those gorgeous long legs anywhere, even in black and white photos taken indoors with a flashgun. "How.how did you take these?"
"After I asked her a couple of times, telling her I needed something to keep me going when she wasn't around, she let me bring a friend along to take some photos. She didn't want her face to show, for obvious reasons."
"Did the guy that took the pictures want to do it with her too?"
"Of course. I was willing it she wanted to try two men at once but I think she was afraid to. She told me later, when we were alone, that she was afraid if she got started trying different men, she might not stop. I can believe that because I've never met a woman who likes sex more than she does."
James knew that statement was probably true. He'd had his own adventure with her. "So the poor guy had to go without, then?"
"Sort of. She didn't completely leave him hanging. After he had taken the pictures she let him jack off and watch us while we 69d and fucked again. He came over and sat on the bed about two feet from her head while she was on top of me in the 69 position, and he says she kept staring at his cock as she sucked me. Then, later, he was watching my cock in her pussy, and when he came she saw him and came at the same time. I think she enjoyed having him there, even if she didn't let him touch her."
James began using his deductive reasoning; "Maybe she was fantasizing about the time I watched you and her behind the station."
Frank stared at James with his mouth slightly agape, "You know, you just might be right about that."
"Was his cock as big as yours?"
"No. I'd say it was normal size, about like yours. I asked her later if she would have fucked him if he had a big dick like mine and she said "No, that she wanted me to remain unique in that aspect."
Frank stopped by on occasion for about another year. Then the last time he said that Nancy had broken off their affair, saying that she needed to get her life, and marriage, in order. She had arranged to see Frank, and when they met at the motel she informed him up front that this was to be their last time together.
Frank said that he was grateful she had chosen to do it that way. He admitted that he had fallen in love with her, and if she had broken it off without one last chance to be together it would have been much harder for him to take. They had a very long and intense session of sex, and it was over.
Frank said that he probably wouldn't be coming to the station again, at least for awhile. His sales route had been changed a couple of months ago and only Nancy had kept him coming through the Wichita area. He had driven almost 200 miles out of his way today, to let James know, and say a possible goodbye. There also was the possibility that his National Guard unit might be called up since North Korea had just invaded South Korea.
James was deeply touched. He really appreciated this gesture of friendship, and made Frank aware of his feelings. Frank had one hope for the future. Nancy had taken his address "in case she ever decided to see him again," but she had stated that "it probably wouldn't happen." As Frank had driven away, James experienced the same feeling of loneliness that Nancy's departure had given him.
James never divulged his secret about Nancy to anyone, not even Becky. He might have told Becky if his first (and only) fuck had been with some schoolgirl, but Nancy had been special, and always would be. Becky would believe him to be a virgin when they married, and in a way, he had been, since he hadn't had an orgasm inside of Nancy. To this day, many years later, James was still amazed that Nancy had returned to the station and fucked him.
Nancy's story.
As she drove away from the station, Nancy checked her rearview mirror and slowed. At the first wide spot in the road she made a partial U-turn, and had to back up once to complete the turn. She pulled to the edge, completely off the pavement, and watched down the highway. She had left the station headed for the same direction, west, from which she had first arrived. She had done this on purpose. She knew that Frank would leave the station and head east, toward Missouri. She didn't want Frank to see her, waiting. She had to go back. The young boy had seen her in the act of cheating, and she had to do something, maybe just talk to him.
Nancy was trembling as she thought about what she had done, and what the young man had seen. She still couldn't believe what had just transpired. She checked her watch. A little over an hour and a half ago it had begun.
She though the kid looked "cute," and gave him a flash of thigh for fun. Her skirt rose higher than she intended when she spread wide and reached across the dashboard. She had only meant to expose herself to the top of her nylons, and had ended up showing her garter belt and panties.
It was mildly arousing to watch him out of the corner of her eye while she applied makeup, knowing full well that he could still see all the way up her inner thighs. He was maintaining his cool pretty well, under the circumstances. She thought that he looked familiar, but shrugged it off.
After answering the call of nature and wiping, Nancy sat on the hole and thought about the cute young attendant. Her husband had passed on another opportunity the night before, and she was horny again. Her ass cheeks were being spread by the edges of the hole and the feeling was erotically stimulating. She decided, "Why not?" She began to masturbate and maybe to fantasize about the station attendant. nancy had just begun to enjoy herself when she heard a car drive up and stop outside the outhouse.
She continued to stimulate her clitoris slowly and listened. She heard a car door open and feet hit the gravel as the door closed. The feet began walking and she heard the door of the men's toilet open, and close.
Silence outside. Nancy wondered if there could be a woman in the car, waiting for her to come out, as her Hudson was parked in front of the women's outhouse. She heard the door of the men's outhouse open, and feet again on the gravel. The feet stopped, without opening a car door and driving away. Nancy shook her head, "There must be a woman waiting for me to leave. I'll have to put off having my orgasm."
Frustrated, she grabbed some more tissue, and wiped her dripping pussy. As Nancy prepared to leave she mumbled softly to herself; "Stand up, panties up, skirt down. Damn it, ready or not, here I come."
Nancy opened the door, and saw a strange man checking out her new Hudson. Her heart jumped when he turned and smiled at her.
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