Saturday, March 9, 2013

Hudson Rendesvous Part One

Date 1949. Location Along U.S. 54, a few miles west of Wichita. James pumped hi-test gas into the spotlessly new 1949 Hudson. It was a big car, a four door with maroon paint. James knew the driver, not personally, but he had seen her at church. She would usually sit in the front, on the left side with her husband and two little girls. James knew her by sight because she was strikingly beautiful, and he had really begun to notice her after seeing her at a church picnic. She had worn Bermuda shirts to that picnic and she had beautiful legs. Even at the young age of eighteen, James knew great legs when he saw them. James didn't think the lady recognized him as a member of the large congregation of the church she belonged to. There was no reason for her to be aware of his existence, after all, he was just a teenage kid fresh out of high school and she had a life of her own, raising kids, and taking care of her husband. His customer was combing her curly golden hair while looking into her rear view mirror. After filling the tank James checked the tires at all four corners of the Hudson, and began cleaning the windshield on the passenger side. James spent extra time on the glass; thankful for the summertime Kansas bugs. James was thinking that the bench seat in that Hudson looked wide enough to sleep on lying down, or to fuck lying down. Just then, and seeming oblivious to his existence, she stretched completely across the wide bench seat and opened the glovebox to open a makeup kit and take out a tube of lipstick. James's heart leaped into his throat as he saw her legs spread wide, pulling her skirt high over her left thigh as she reached. As she straightened, she remained seated with her legs spread and skirt hiked up while she began applying red lipstick while looking into the mirror. James wished that he had been on the driver's side when she had reached across that seat and thrown her left leg way out. What a view that would have been! James switched to the driver's side of the windshield as she blotted her lips on a tissue. She still seemed unaware of him as she checked herself in the mirror. She stretched again, reaching to place the tube of lipstick back into the makeup kit, and return it to the glovebox. This time James was on the correct side of the car as he saw all the way up her skirt, past the tops of her nylons and garter belt and actually to her white, lacey panties. This in many ways was more erotic than watching women as they sat over the holes in the outhouse. Here, James could see a face attached to the crotch, and this time he had some knowledge of the woman he was seeing. James quickly looked away from her as she straightened up and began to pull her wallet out of her purse, but she still did not seem to be aware of him. He busied himself with bugs, pretending that he had never looked through the windshield. Her legs had closed, but only partially, and the skirt remained high on her thighs. Finally, reluctantly, James had to finish with his wiping and get on with the business. He stepped to his right and up to the driver's window. "I was able to get right at ten gallons plus a penny into the tank. So, that'll be $2.60 for gas, ma'am. Your tires are all at thirty pounds. Would you like me to check under your hood?" "No, the car only has 400 miles on it and should be all right. You've been very kind, especially all that work on the windshield." Her eyes met his, and James wondered if she was aware of how much he had seen during his diligent cleaning. "Do you have a restroom?" James's heart leaped, "Yes 'ma'am," as he pointed to the rear. "I'm afraid it's only an outhouse, but it's roomy and we keep it spotlessly clean." "That'll be alright. I still have to use one of those when I visit my parents. Do you mind if I pull around to the rear?" "No 'ma'am. It's best that way because you don't block the pumps, but we don't get much business on a weekday morning anyway." She handed James two dollar bills and three quarters from her purse. "Don't bother with the change. If the restroom is as clean as you say it is, I might even stop in again, since the service is so good." She smiled at James and drove to the rear of the station. James gave her a minute, looked around to make sure no cars were approaching, and headed towards the rear of the station. James felt safe leaving the station unattended in front. The cash drawer had little in it this morning, and was locked. He could hear any vehicles coming down the highway, and would be able to tell from the sound if they began slowing for a stop. There was also a rubber hose across the gravel that would ring a bell if a car drove across it. The Hudson was completely behind the station, parked with the driver's door between the men and women's outhouses. The door on the women's outhouse was just closing as James peeked around the corner. 'She's going in to sit down! James hurried. He quietly sidestepped through the bushes behind the lady's outhouse and quickly squatted down, and was happy to see that he had selected the right hole on first try. Though there were slats below the outhouse to let air flow through to keep down odors, James had drilled two peepholes, one under each hole for better viewing. Like a photo in a frame, James could clearly see her above the hole cut into the wooden seat. She had lifted her skirt up, and James was able to see her white lacy panties framed by a white garter belt just as they were coming down. Panties now out of the way, she slowly began to sit over the hole. James just had time to get good, but all too brief peeks at her entire ass and some of her pussy in the light of the outhouse above the hole. She seated herself, and squirmed around a little until she found a comfortable fit over the hole. Then she lifted herself on one side, and James saw the fingers of her right hand go under her upper thigh, up high and close to her butt cheeks, and pull out to the side as she seated herself once again. She had just arranged herself over the seat so that as she sat, her crack, both cracks, would be held open by the wood at the edge of the hole. Then James was delighted to see her do it on the left side as well. James knew what she was doing. He had done exactly the same thing himself, many times. You get seated over the hole, then raise your rear and thighs on one side and then the other as you pull the skin of your thighs and ass out to the sides. Then, as you sit there, everything is held opened for you. There is less chance of getting pee or poop on your body as you let it go, and also, as James had noted in the past, it kind of feels sexual to be spread as you sit, especially if there is a little breeze blowing through from underneath. One thing for sure, her sitting in the spread open position was providing James with a better view than he had expected. James had caught a flash of her pussy lips spreading a little on her way down. Now as she was seated she (thankfully) was keeping her thighs wide apart, allowing light from above to show through her pussy lips. In addition to the light from above, these slats under the outhouse allowed enough light to shine under the seats and illuminate body parts. Now he knew for sure that she is a natural blonde, and her pubic hair was short and curly, except at the bottom of her pussy. This was the part closest to James, and he could clearly see that her pubic hair was shiny, straightened out and stuck together by the dampness of her pussy juices. James wondered if that dampness was the result of displaying herself in the driver's seat on purpose, and her becoming aroused as a result. "Ha! I should be so lucky, to have a woman of her stature and upbringing deliberately display herself to me." James knew that for her to do anything counter to a faithful marriage was unthinkable." Her light brown asshole and pink vagina were reasonably well illuminated from below and James was hoping that no cars would stop at the station while he waited to see what she would do. Of all the females he had viewed here, this was probably the one he most wanted to see. Piss, shit, or both? If she pissed first, there was still a chance that she would shit, and then maybe piss again. James had observed that women often pissed twice. Watching a woman piss or shit didn't really turn James on in a sexual capacity, it was just that it was so personal, and reserved so exclusively for him. In seeing a woman piss, or especially, shit, from his view underneath, James was seeing something that even the women's husbands had never seen in all their years of marriage. What James liked to see most, and what turned him on physically, was when they wiped themselves. When wiping their butt, women often used their other hand to spread their cheeks while rising a little off the seat in order to better clean themselves. Some women wouldn't rise from the seat, instead just leaning their body to one side and raising one buttock. They would wipe in this fashion. Either way they chose to wipe, to James, this spreading was somewhat sexual in nature. Better still was when they wiped their pussy. Most women would remain seated; a few would stand and bend over. Either pose usually provided an excellent view as they stroked the paper over their lips, spreading themselves and sometimes letting James see inside their vagina. This was almost like seeing them masturbate, but James knew they probably received no sexual stimulation from the act of wiping. Once, during the last week of his senior year, James had watched a young wife masturbate over one of the holes. Her husband was having their car repaired by James's father, who was under the car in one of the grease pits. The husband was also under the car, and his wife was wandering around the station. Fred, another worker that sometimes worked for them was watching the pumps, and James had just been dropped off by the school bus a few minutes before. James sat in the station and watched the young wife closely, but discreetly. She was quite pretty, about 25, with short brown hair and firm, medium sized tits. Dan talked to her briefly as she drank a soda, and in the course of the conversation she said that she had just returned from a visit with her sister, who now lived in southern California. When she asked, James felt that usual leap in his heart as he gave her directions to the outhouses in back. James waited for a couple of minutes, then went around back to see if she was seated over one of the holes. James slipped through the bushes, and was shocked to see her staring at him from the other side of the opening behind the outhouse! James stood frozen as she stepped into the clearing and stopped just three feet from him. "Were you looking for me? You didn't expect to find me back here, now, did you?" James was speechless at first. "I.I was just looking for my cat. I thought I saw it run around behind here." "Your cat? Let me re-phrase that. I think you were looking for a pussy," she said, grinning. James was shocked. This woman was talking to him in a manner he had never heard before. His face turned red, but he stood his ground. "How old are you?" "Eighteen, I just turned eighteen in April, " James stammered. "You're eighteen? You look a little younger than that. Even so, I'll bet that you're old enough to get good hard ons." James could not believe his ears, and he stood staring with his jaw dropped. "I know about peepholes like these," she said, pointing at the ones James had drilled. "My older brothers put one in ours, and used to watch me sitting on the hole. Sometimes one or more of my girlfriends would sit there also, and they'd get a good looking over by my brothers. I never let on that I knew, because I used the peephole to stare at a couple of my older brother's friends when they came over. Usually they just stood up and peed down the hole, and I didn't have time to get there and watch them. But when they sat down, I could see their cock and balls dangling down through the hole while I watched them do number ones and sometimes twos." James was dumbfounded, "I never knew, I didn't think that a girl would like seeing something like that." "Yes, at least I do. Now, I'll make you a deal. You go around and sit over this hole in the ladies outhouse and pee for me so I can see your little peter and balls. When you're through come on back here, and then I'll give you a show." James stared at her, not believing his ears. "My peter and balls aren't little," he sniffed self-conciously." She grinned. "I know, it's just an expression. Go on, get in there, and be sure to sit," she said, pointing at the outhouse. James hesitated for only a second, but his mind was going ninety. She wants to see me naked sitting on the toilet seat! She had even said she wanted to see his "little peter and balls." James didn't much care for having parts of his body referred to as 'little,' when he was eighteen years old. If she had made that comment a couple of years ago, she might have been right. He was eighteen and had started his development late. She has a husband. Whatever she is used to seeing, I hope that she will not be disappointed in what I have to offer for her viewing. James snuck around to the front, made sure no one was around, then slipped into the lady's outhouse and latched the door. 'I sure hope no woman comes around and tries the door now. If she does, I guess I could say that I am cleaning.' He went over to the hole closest to where the outspoken woman had been standing. James noticed that his heart was pounding as he dropped his drawers, and turning, sat on the hole. That had been three weeks ago, when I had sat down on that very same hole. James's thoughts returned to the blonde church lady as all her lower glory sat displayed before him. She was beginning to pee. He watched her vagina spread slightly as she pushed and the golden stream flowed outward toward the front of the outhouse and away from James. Like most women, her urine went almost straight out to the front, and if she had not sat a little ways 'back' on the hole, she might have peed on the lip of the hole. James could even hear the hiss as the urine exited through her urethra, the golden stream highlighted and framed by her golden blonde pubic hair. James was excited, more than usual by seeing her urinating. He knew who this lady was. Seeing a parishioner from his church in this manner was almost sacrilegious. He hoped that she would defecate because it would extend the viewing time provided to him. Her golden stream dwindled to a few droplets, and ceased. James could see the area around her urethra bulge outward slightly as she pushed, but no further urine flowed forth. She didn't immediately begin to wipe herself, a good sign! The gorgeous blonde sat for a moment, and then James could see her anus begin to bulge outward. She's trying to shit! Her anus bulge receded, went almost back to normal, then she pushed again. This time James could see a turd breaking through the tightness of her rectum and slowly sliding downward. It was fairly large in diameter and probably a dry one because James could tell by the sound of her soft grunts that she was struggling to push it on through. Her anal sphincter muscles were stretched wide and were being pulled downward almost an inch by the turd. She was still grunting softly as it oozed downward, and she paused, the turd dangling. She began to push again, a little harder, and the turd began sliding a little faster and was beginning to narrow as the end neared. The first half of the turd had looked sort of dry, but the second half, being further into her body, appeared to be somewhat shiny as it eased downward. James could see her anus close slightly, the stretching less severe. Then it was out, and James had just enogh time to see that it was about six inches long and medium brown in color before it hit the pit below with a splash. She had produced a turd that would make most men proud. Dropping your shit in one lump is always better than when your shit is soft. If it is soft, it keeps coming and needs lots of wiping to get clean. James had seen it fall and heard a splash as it hit the pit, but he had kept his eyes trained upward and had been provided with a brief glimpse of the inside of her anus before it closed. It was pink inside, and looked completely clean. It had been the kind of turd that saved on toilet paper. Mostly firm and dry, a turd like that usually needed only one wipe to check, and you were done. She is so much like an angel, so innocent seeming, that even her turds come out clean! James knew that wouldn't always be the case though, even for her. It actually had been sexually stimulating to watch her shit, he realized. Her turd had been the size of his cock, and he could almost visualize himself stretching her anus in the same way. She did not immediately lift off her cheeks on one side in order to wipe. Maybe she had more to unload, James hoped. With extra time allowed for viewing, he continued to stare at her beautiful, blonde covered pussy. In the area of her hole, it looked larger than many, probably from having two daughters. He thought again of that time just three weeks ago, and the woman who had caught him. James pushed his penis down into the hole for the brunette to see, while leaving his legs spread wide to provide a highlighted view as well as the illumination from below. He didn't really have to pee as yet. James hadn't had his usual morning Coke in a glass bottle from the station yet. His father still treated him like a kid somethimes. His dad permitted him two a day, one in the morning, and one in the afternoon, but only if James put in a full day at the station. Knowing that the lovely brunette was watching, James sat quietly and trying to pee. Maybe in a minute he could do it. He was pushing his penis down through his dangling testicles in order to give her a better view and it began to stiffen. He encouraged it, rubbing up and down. It was hard within seconds, and he pulled the foreskin completely back so that she could see the head. He held it that way, shoved down, and began to wave it back and forth. James knew it wasn't much, about six inches at best. He was hoping for more, and that he might 'keep growing' until he was 19 or 20. He knew that his penis looked longer from the bottom, on the scrotum side as he had looked at himself in a hand mirror placed on the bed between his legs. That was on his back though, with his balls hanging down out of the way. In his seated position, with her viewing him from below and behind, his balls would partially block her view of his penis, and make it look smaller. He placed his left hand around his testicles, and pulled them to his left and away from his penis so that she could see the full length of his shaft, and kept stroking with his right hand. After another minute her heard her sigh and say, softly, "O.K, now come on back." James wanted to come now. He wanted to stroke it just a few more times and let her see as his jizz shot out and all over the place. But this was not the place. Some woman might come and pull on that door at any time. James pulled up his britches and excitedly returned to the rear of the outhouse. "I'm sorry," he said sheepishly, "I couldn't pee, and then it got hard.." She smiled at him, "I understand, and there was no way you'd be able to pee through a dick that hard. It looks pretty good for a young man your age. I've seen older men that had one smaller than yours. To be honest, I'm married to one that's about the same size as yours, and he's plenty big enough for me. I'll bet that you grow taller and your dick gets longer before you're through." She had stroked his pride, and James beamed at her, his smile wide. "Yes ma'am. I sure hope it does. It didn't really start to grow until a year ago or so." "Did you ever get to put it into a woman, or maybe I should say, a girl?" James was almost afraid to answer. If he said 'no' she might think he was unattractive to women. But on the other hand if he lied and said 'yes' then she might not feel as special as she mightbe feeling. "No ma'am. All the girls I dated, the few girls I took out, all said they had to be married first.' Understanding, because she had been there herself, telling boys they had to be married first, she smiled back at him. "Now, stay here, it's my turn. I'll sit on the same hole as you, that way I'll feel your body heat on the seat."? His mind flashing back and forth from that last wife to this one, James watched the golden angel from church above and in front of him, waiting to see what came out next, front or back. His thoughts had returned to the present because out of a corner of his consciousness he had heard a car slowing on the highway. "No, please don't, keep going!" The best part was still waiting to be witnessed, when she wiped herself, rear, then front, and stood up, bending to pull up her panties. The car is stopping. "Damn!" She was still sitting there, unmoving. James could see her anus starting to bulge outward once again. 'After that big turd, she is probably going to defecate some more, but I won't get to see it!' I won't get to see her wipe her pussy either,' James was thinking as he quietly started to the front. The bell from the hose rang as he reached the front corner of the station. A stocky man, about 35 years old was sitting in a black 1947 Ford coupe. James quickly pulled a rag from his rear pocket and began wiping his hands as if he had just finished working on something. Trying to show a smile, James approached him. "Sorry, kid. Didn't mean to make your bell ring, I know that I probably woke you up. Do you have a restroom? Then I'll come back and get some gas. I've gotta go on through to Springfield, Missouri before I stop for the night." "Back there," James pointed, "and I wasn't asleep, I keep myself busy." "Sure, kid, see you in a few." The stranger drove around to the rear, and James went into the station and sat down. "Damn the interruption, she was almost ready to give me the best part of the show." James had seen plenty though. He had never imagined that he would see the golden angel from his church performing at his "turd theater." Lazily, James leaned back in his chair. The warm sunlight was beginning to shine through the plate glass window in the front of the station as the sun rose higher in the sky. He watched as a few flies buzzed around in the window, trying to fly through it. Sometimes they would land on the display ledge below it, where they would climb on top of each other and begin fucking. "Even flies get to do it," he thought, "I wonder how old I'll be before I get my first girl. Shit, every girl I took out wanted to get married first." He thought back to the other woman, from three weeks ago.? James watched through the peephole as she entered the outhouse. He saw her raise her skirt as she faced the hole giving a view of her pink panties and white garter belt from the front. Then, she turned and bent forward, farther than normal, and slowly pulled her panties down. James watched, breathless, as her ass crack was revealed, inch by inch. Her anus came into view. It was light brown in color, with a few tiny hairs around it. He panties came all the way down to her thighs, and then James watched in astonishment as she completely removed them. She continued to bend over and her pussy opened as she spread her legs wider. Her light brown pubic hair sparkled in the light from above. She squatted lower, just inches above the hole and reached behind herself with her hands. His heart pounding, James gawked as her red tipped fingers pulled her pussy lips apart; opening the hair covered cunt completely to his view. He could see deep inside her. He had never seen a woman opened like this. She was dark pink inside, almost red, and her pussy looked very wet and slippery. This fantastic woman seemed to sense what he really wanted to see. She held her lips open for several seconds longer, then let them close, only to open them again with her red tipped fingers, complete with engagement ring and gold wedding band. She held that pose for a few seconds longer, then slowly seated herself on the hole. While keeping her thighs wide open, she slid back on the seat until her asshole almost came in contact with the rear of the hole. This left lots of room for additional lighting to show through from the front. As light from above made the diamond on her engagement ring sparkle, she pulled on her lips with her left hand, and holding them open, began to masturbate with her right. She's playing with it! This is a first! James hurriedly rose, pulled his jeans down to his thighs, and squatted again. Shoving his arm down between his squatting legs was almost impossible so he reached his right hand around and under his right thigh and began to masturbate. It feels good this way. He discovered that sneaking up on his penis from behind made it seem as if someone else was jacking him off. She was masturbating rapidly now, and pushing against her clitoris with more pressure. James didn't recognize her clitoris for what it was. At his young age he didn't know the significance a clitoris held for a woman's pleasure, all he knew was that her lips were being savagely shoved first in one direction, and then the other. James had never masturbated at the outhouse peepholes before because the women never lingered long enough, or James couldn't stay long enough. He used the visual memory of them during fantasy masturbation later. The pretty housewife above him asked, "Are you playing with yourself, are you ready to come when I do and shoot it?" She knew! "Yes, I'm almost there, I've been waiting." James was breathing loudly. The woman was stroking her pussy more rapidly now, and her voice sounded strained, "Don't wait any more, I'm ready to come, do it with me!" She moaned, and James saw her vaginal area begin to contract as her orgasm began." James saw something even more fascinating. She had pushed her ass back hard against the hole and the edges of the hole were stretching her cheeks wide apart, opening her asshole about an inch as a result. James could see every contraction of her sphincter muscles at her anus during her orgasm; it was as if all her orgasmic feeling had been channeled to that one spot, for James to see. She was groaning loudly, and her anus was opening and closing and pushing in and out with each contraction. The throbs were easier to see at her asshole than at her vagina because they weren't hidden behind a curtain of hair. James felt his jizz shooting out of his cock. He wanted to look down at himself but kept his eye on the sights above him. He watched until she slowed and relaxed. Pussy juice was hanging in a string about three to four inches below her lips. "Did you come?" she asked, her voice sounding strained as it came down through the hole. "Yes, with you." "Good. I've still got unfinished business. Here it comes!" James watched, a big smile spreading across his lips as he saw her urine stream wash away the string of pussy juice that had been dangling from her. Now watch as I wipe myself." She needed six tissues to clean herself because she was dripping so much. "You really made me come good," she said, "That was one of the best I've ever had." James was happy, and after she had pulled her panties up he finally was able to look down at himself. He had shot his biggest load ever and his jizz was all over the ground. Fortunately it had missed his pants as he had been pushing down on his cock. He stood up just as the lady came back through the bushes. He hadn't expected her. He was still facing the outhouse so she was staring at his still erect penis from a side view. It pointed toward his belly button but still had a ways to go before reaching it. "Just like a young man, still hard as a rock. I'll bet you could come again within a few minutes." She looked down at the several ribbons of jizz stretched across the ground between his feet, "I'll bet you could make me come with that too," she said, pointing at his cock, "if there was time." She walked over to him and grasped his penis. James felt electricity shoot through his body at her touch, and he quivered. No woman had ever seen him erect before, let alone touched it. She squeezed it gently, starting at his pubic hair and milking it out to the end, "You always want to drain your rod afterwards, so it doesn't keep leaking in your pants." She stroked him gently for four or five more strokes, until nothing remained at the tip. "Your dick will drain some more after you go soft, but I guess that you'll have to take care of that." She pushed down on his penis, so that it pointed straight out, instead of towards his belly, and stared at it. It was probably time for James to put it away, but he sensed that she was in no hurry for him to do so, so he remained standing with his erection pointing at her so she could continue to hold it. "Such a hard dick on a nice young man," she said as she seemed to study his penis in detail, "I know how young boys worry about their cock and if it's big enough. Most men keep thinking that all their life. So I just want you to know, truthfully, that your dick is bigger than my husband's." She smiled and gave him a stroke with her hand, then two. "As a matter of fact, I am sure your dick is bigger, a little bit in length, and even more so in width." She gave him still another stroke and studied his penis. "And of course it's harder than his too, but then again, you are younger. You might have trouble getting this back into your trousers." Finally, reluctantly, she had to end this adventure. "I'm very turned on by this but I've got to get back to the front. When you come back to the front, you can watch me talk to my husband and you'll know that you have a dick a little bigger then his and be proud of yourself. If you watch carefully I might even smile at you as I talk to my husband. At that time you'll know that I'm thinking about your cock compared to his." She gave his dick a squeeze, "and when we drive away, I might even wave 'bye' at you. What happened here will be our little secret, you and me. And later, maybe tonight when he fucks me, I'll think about your cock and how it might have felt to fuck you." If nothing else, this woman knew how he was thinking, and would be thinking. She released his rock hard penis, slipped her come covered fingers into her mouth, and licked them clean. Then she moved in, close to him. They were the same height, and she briefly kissed him, just long enough to slip her tongue into his mouth. James tasted come, but the touch of her tongue shocked him even more! "Will you remember me," James asked? He wanted, hoped mightily, that he would be in her memories. She smiled and gave him another brief kiss, complete with an inch of tongue. "Of course I will. You're very sweet. And not just the next time I'm fucked but also the next time I play with myself, I'll think of you." "I'll never forget you either," James said, looking into her eyes as intensely as possible. "One more thing, just for a few seconds, you can feel my breasts." "Really? ""Yes, here." And with that, she pulled up her blouse and at almost the same time stuck her fingers under her bra and pulled it up and off her breasts. Now revealed, they were larger than James had imagined, though until now and because of the circumstances most of his attention had been devoted to her lower portions. James reached out and cupped her breasts with both hands. They filled his hands with some left over. He squeezed, perhaps a little too hard, but she stood her ground. "Now touch my nipples." James did so, placing them between his fingers on both hands, and they immediately grew firm and stood upright. "Wow, these are nice. I mean..not just your nipples, I mean everything!" "First ones you have touched," she asked? "First ones that big, and on a woman. I felt a few girls from high school, actually only two, but they didn't have breasts as nice as yours." James removed his hands as she pulled her bra back over her breasts and then pulled her blouse down. Yes, James had felt the boobs on a couple of girls from high school while on dates, but never as 'openly' as he had with this woman. "Where did you learn all this, I mean, how can you be so..." James hesitated, looking for the right words? "Why am I so bold, or 'forward.' is that what you want to know, and not all wispy-waspy goody two-shoes like some women?" "Yes, that's it." She giggled. "I have spent some time in California. Just this year, and a couple of times in the past. People are a lot further along in their attitudes about sex than they are here in 'Heartland America." "I see," replied James, thinking that some day he too was going to go to California. "Be good," she said, "I'm sure you'll be very good," she added as she looked down at where James was tucking his penis, still entirely erect, into his trousers. She sighed. She really liked this boy and wished she could talk longer with him, maybe even do more. It had been a long time, not since her last trip to California had she fucked anyone besides her husband. "Tonight," she began, "if my husband doesn't make the first move, I will reach over and play with his dick. And when I do that, I want you to know that I'll be thinking of you. I will still be horny because you made me that way, and when I come, I'll pretend you did it." She touched James on the arm, smiled, and then she was gone. Back at the front of the station, James stayed somewhat close to her as she went to her husband and wrapped her arm around his waist. Then she waited alongside her husband while James's dad finished up on their car. This was amazing to James. She is acting now like nothing had happened. She even raised her head high and kissed her husband on the cheek, and that was when she did it. As she finished kissing her husband's cheek, she turned her head towards James and winked. At the same time, as James beamed back at her, she ran her tongue across her lips, back and forth twice. A few minutes later she had driven away with her husband, and true to her word, she had waved at James. Their eyes had met, and James poured every possible ounce of warm feelings into his smile. James never saw her again, though the car had a Kansas plate. 11567 1.88/512345

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