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Daytona had been a blast, if your any kind of NASCAR fan you just have to do it at least once. Going to the Daytona 500 is like a pilgrimage to Mecca, except for rednecks instead of Muslims. The sights and sounds of the race are like nothing else, the only problem is the size of the track, even from the good seats that I had, high above the start/finish line, it's hard to keep track of the cars when they're in the corners. It's actually easier to watch it on TV, but still it's all about the experience of being there.
It was a great race, made even sweeter by my favorite driver making a last lap pass to take the checkered flag. I made my way back to my RV to sleep off the afternoon of sitting in the hot Florida sun drinking beer. The next morning I packed up and headed for Atlanta. It had been a long time dream of mine to follow the NASCAR circuit for a whole season and since hitting the lottery I was doing just that.
At the track I found myself parked next to a huge motorhome owned by a younger couple from Kentucky. Like me, the husband, Bill, had won the lottery, although he only hit for a couple million dollars compared to my take home of seventy-five million. He too was living out his dream of following the circuit and doing it in style. Their RV dwarfed my little camper and seemed to have all the toys.
Being neighbors of sorts, we spent the evenings after the day's events were done sitting in the space between our RV's drinking beer and grilling steaks or burgers. He was an alright k**, even if he was a Jimmy Johnson fan, but it was his wife that I really enjoyed hanging out with. Cathy was a sweet brunette in her early thirties with a nice ass and a huge set of tits that always seemed to be struggling to burst free of the tube tops that she always seemed to wear. There was a couple of nights that I could hear them fucking from outside my camper and I will admit that I was jealous.
The Atlanta race was great, even if Kurt didn't win, but I was able to meet him at an autograph session. My signed ball cap hangs from the wall in my campers small living/dining room. The day after the race I packed up for the long drive to Las Vegas. I told Bill and Cathy that I'd look them up when we got there and headed west.
Just outside of Jasper, Alabama I pulled over into a truck stop for gas and a quick lunch. The gas wasn't bad, I wish that I could say the same for my lunch, the burger was terrible and I'm pretty sure that the fries actually had more grease on them than the engine of my RV. As I pulled out of the truck stop and onto the ramp to get back on the highway I spotted a girl on the side of the ramp holding a sign that read "LA". I don't normally pick up hitch hikers but for some reason I was feeling generous and I pulled over just ahead of her and unlocked the passenger door. As she ran up to my camper I rolled down the window. She was cute with long strawberry blonde hair and freckles. Guessing her age I would've guessed maybe eighteen. "I'm heading to Vegas", I told her.
"That's a whole lot closer to LA than I am now", she smiled.
"Hop in", I offered.
She looked a little nervous but she opened the door and climbed in with her stuffed backpack on her lap.
"You can toss that behind you if you want", I assured her, "We've got a ways to go and you might as well be comfortable.
She smiled shyly but held onto the bag as I pulled off the shoulder and up onto the highway.
"I'm Tom", I introduced myself.
"Becky", she replied, still looking pretty nervous.
"Becky", I said, "you can relax, I'm not some serial killer and I'm not going to **** you or anything like that."
"I'm sorry", she answered," but the last guy that picked me up kicked me out of his car when I wouldn't suck his dick while he was driving."
I looked over at her and laughed, "As much as I love blow jobs, I would never force you to do that."
She seemed to relax after that and even put her bag down after a while. We talked a bit about nothing really, her home town outside Pensacola and the boyfriend in LA who was going to help her get into acting. I wanted to tell her that she's probably be sucking a lot of dicks to make that happen, but I refrained. She asked why I was heading to Vegas and I told her that I was following the NASCAR season. She asked if that was expensive and I said yes but that I'd come into a little bit of money that would allow me to follow my dream. I didn't tell her how much money, but I did tell her that I was actually going to California, but not for a couple of weeks.
I drove for a few more hours before stopping for dinner which I insisted on paying for. She had some money but I told her that she'd probably need it when she got to LA. After we ate it was starting to get dark. I asked her what she wanted to do for the night.
"What do you mean", she asked, again looking at me a little suspiciously.
"Well", I explained, "I can let you out to continue on your way or the bench behind me folds out into a bed."
She looked back at the bench and then at me again nervously.
"Don't worry, I plan on sleeping in my own bed in the back."
"I'm sorry, I'm just being silly", she apologized, "you've been very nice to me and if you don't mind, I'd love to stay on your bench."
I drove for another hour or so until I found a rest area and pulled in. I found a spot not far from the bathrooms, even though I had one in the camper, I preferred not to use it more than I had to. I turned off the engine and we retreated into the cabin. I pulled the privacy curtain across so nobody could peep on my guest. We watched a little TV while we each drank a couple of beers. I could tell be her face that she'd either never drank beer before or if she had it wasn't the hoppy IPAs that I preferred.
I showed her how to turn the bench into a bed, got a blanket and pillow from my room and wished her a good night before retiring to my small bedroom. I'll admit that part of me was a little nervous at having a stranger sleeping in my RV, what if she robbed me during the night? It wasn't like I had much of value in the cabin of the RV, at least not much that wasn't bolted down. My wallet and my gun I locked in a small gun case that I'd bolted to the inside of the nightstand drawer.
I woke up the next morning to the aroma of coffee and eggs filling the small RV. I threw some clothes on and opened the bedroom door about an inch. "What the hell was her name again", I asked myself. Becky, it came back to me. "Becky, are you decent?"
"Of course silly", she replied cheerfully, "I hope that you don't mind that I made us breakfast."
"Not at all", I answered as I came out of my room. I sat down at the table and she poured me a cup of coffee, then set a plate of scrambled eggs and a slice of fried SPAM down in front of me. "Looks good, thank you."
She set her plate down and sat across from me. She'd obviously cleaned up and changed into a pair of pink shorts and a fresh white t-shirt. She looked wonderful. "This was the least that I could do since you've been kind enough to give me a ride and buy me dinner."
"Well thank you again, but honestly I've been enjoying your company."
We ate our breakfast and I washed up while she cleaned up the kitchen then we were on our way again. It really was nice to have someone to talk with and break up the monotony of the road.
That evening as we pulled into a truck stop for the night it began to rain. We drank a couple of beers and went our separate ways to bed. I lay in my bed listening to the pounding of the rain outside as the storm grew in intensity and began thinking of the cute redhead in the next room. I could feel my dick starting to get hard. Just as I began to stroke my cock in earnest there came the loudest crash of thunder that I think that I'd ever heard followed immediately by a flash of lightning that lit up my small bedroom even with the blinds down.
A few seconds later I heard a knock on my door, "Tom are you still up?"
I covered myself with the sheet quickly but my underwear were still down around my ankles, "Yeah."
"Can I come in", the soft voice asked from behind the door.
"Sure"
As she came in I could make out that she was still wearing her shorts and t-shirt. "I really hate thunder storms", she explained, "Could I hang out with you until it passes?"
"Okay, if it makes you feel better", I said and patted the space on the bed beside me.
She got into the bed beside me and laid her head on my chest. Not knowing what to do I wrapped my arms around her and held onto her. I could feel her shaking with fear of the storm so I held her close to me reassuringly. It felt so good to have her laying with me, her hair smelled of vanilla and her breath was warm on the skin of my chest. It felt too good actually and my dick which had gone soft after the shock of that giant stroke of lightening was starting to rise again. "Not now you bastard", I swore at my rebellious organ which continued to fill with blood. Hopefully it was dark enough that she wouldn't notice.
"You must think that I'm a big baby", she whispered after another particularly loud clap of thunder caused her to jump and then grab onto my waist tightly.
I assured her that I didn't, not that I could tell her what I was really thinking with her hand only inches from my hard dick. As much as I tried to will it to go down my hardon refused to yield. Another loud crash and lightening again lit up the bedroom. This time I was pretty sure that she saw the tent that was forming no more than a foot away from her face.
My fears were answered when she slid her fingers across the sheet and ran them over my erection. "Is that what I think it is?"
I was busted and there was no use denying it. "Yeah, I'm sorry." I really felt like a heel.
"Did I cause that?" Her fingers still lazily gliding across the sheet over my hard dick.
Again, there was no sense in lying about it, "Yeah, kind of", I told her, "It's been a while since I've had a woman laying with me in bed, even longer since it was with someone as pretty as you."
"What are you going to do about it", she asked without taking her gaze or her hand from the bulge under the sheet.
"Honestly", I asked.
"Yeah."
"After the storm is over and you go back to the other room I'm probably going to masturbate."
"Will you be thinking about me when you do it?"
"You're probably going to think that I'm some kind of old pervert, but yeah."
"Then why wait", she asked as she pulled the sheet down exposing my throbbing prick. She wrapped her soft hand around my shaft and began stroking it, "Wow, you've got a huge dick."
"Becky you don't have to do this", I told her, still feeling very guilty about the whole thing.
"I know", she replied simply as she kept stroking my cock.
I felt her head move slowly until her soft warm lips wrapped around the head of my dick. She sucked a couple of inches into her mouth before pulling back. "I'm sorry but I'm not very good at this", she explained, "I've only done it a couple of times."
I reminded her that she didn't have to do it at all, but that I was sure that she would do fine. She again took me into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down. She was right, she wasn't very skilled, but I gave her an A for effort. I let my hand wander down to her ass, squeezing her firm cheeks through the material of her shorts. I let my finger roam down the crotch of her shorts, feeling the heat of her pussy through the fabric as she sucked my cock.
She got up from me just long enough to peel off her t-shirt and shorts. Her body was amazing even in the dim lighting of the bedroom. She climbed back onto the bed laying opposite from me and took my cock back into her mouth.
I pulled her closer and finally got her on top of me, straddling my face. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils and my mouth watered in anticipation. I bunched the pillow below me, lifting my head until my mouth touched the downy fur lined lips of her sex. Never had I tasted a pussy as sweet as hers. I licked the length of her wet gash, greedily drinking of her nectar. Her body twitched on top of mine and she groaned around my cock as I reached her clit with my tongue. I sucked that tasty little morsel into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue which made her jump as if shocked. As I ate her sweet little pussy she was steadily sucking me towards filling her young mouth with my cum.
As I felt my balls pull tight I warned her that I was going to cum and she pulled her mouth away from my cock and pumped it with her fist until I spouted off like it was the fourth of July. My back arched off of the bed lifting her lithe body with it as I came. Rope after rope of my creamy jizz exploded from my prick, most of it landing God knows where as she continued to pump my cock until the last couple of spurts dribbled out over her fingers.
As my body settled and my breathing returned to normal I went back to work on her delicious cunt, determined to make her cum as hard as I had. I sucked her clit into my mouth and toyed with her little nub with my tongue until she was squirming against my face. Her juices were running down my cheeks and some even started to pool in my right ear as I slowly brought her closer to the brink. Finally I felt her begin to shake as the waves of her orgasm flowed from her core. I had to grab her hips to keep her pussy in place as she began to thrash up above me as each wave of pleasure crashed over her. As her body stopped jerking she practically jumped off of my face to get her overly stimulated clit away from my mouth.
"Holy shit", she swore for the first time since I'd picked her up as she collapsed onto the bed beside me. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"I don't know", I answered, "I just like eating pussy, 'specially one as tasty as yours."
"Nobody has ever done anything like that to me", she panted, trying to catch her breath.
"Nobody has ever eaten your pussy", I asked incredulously.
"My boyfriend said it was gross", she explained, "so he'd never put his mouth down there." She went on to explain further that she'd only ever sucked his cock a couple of times while he fingered her.
I urged her to move flip over so that we lay face to face. Gently I cupped her cheeks and kissed her, gentle pecks at first and then more passionately until finally our tongues were dancing in each other's mouth.
"Is that my pussy that I can taste", she asked, breaking our lip lock.
"Yeah, probably."
She looked deep in thought for a moment before announcing, "I don't taste gross at all. Actually, I kind of like it."
I kissed her again and told her that I certainly did and hoped that I could taste it again before we reached Las Vegas. This time she kissed me and said, "maybe." She turned her back to me and pulled my arm over her and spooning this little southern girl we fell asleep as the storm moved off in the distance.
I woke the next morning again to the smell of breakfast cooking. I still couldn't believe what had happened the night before, it felt like a dream. That is until I walked out of the bedroom and for the first time I looked at her in a sexual way. She had perfect little tits, maybe a b cup if I had to guess from the way they jutted out beneath her t-shirt. She was an angel, an angel who was just finishing making me breakfast. We ate our eggs and the last couple slices of SPAM sitting at the small kitchenette table. I let my gaze wander up to her cute face and was lost in her beauty.
"What", she asked as she caught me staring.
"Just thinking how beautiful you are", I replied.
"You don't need to lie to me", she responded self consciously.
"Why would I lie to you, you are perfect", I answered and I meant it, "There is not a thing about you that I'd change."
"Jimmy, my boyfriend", she started and already I didn't like the guy, "he says that I should go blonde and that once I'm working to get a boob job. He said that is what all of the Hollywood producers are looking for.
"Bullshit", I argued, pointing my fork at her with a chunk of SPAM dangling from one tine. "It sounds to me like Jimmy is a dumbass." I ate the piece of meat. "You are a beautiful young lady just the way you are and if he can't see that then, I'm sorry, but he's just a dumbass."
She blushed and finished her breakfast, as did I. Afterward we each went to the shower in the truck stop and got cleaned up. Part of me wondered if the cute redhead would be there when I got back. I probably shouldn't have said that about her boyfriend, but damnit, he was a fool. The scalding hot water of the truck stop shower felt great as I lathered up and scrubbed away a couple days worth of road grime. I dried off and got dressed and stopped in the small convenience store for some more eggs and another can of SPAM. I also found some breakfast sausages in one of the freezers and a case of beer. I brought the supplies back to the camper and discovered that she wasn't there. I guess that I did go too far in calling her boyfriend a dumbass. I noticed that her bag was gone too as I loaded the supplies into the fridge and small freezer. I guess that Jimmy isn't the only dumbass.
I climbed into the front seat and started the engine of the small camper. I was just about to put it into gear when I spotted her red hair from across the parking lot. She was heading my way in a hurry so I left the RV in park and let off the brake.
"Sorry, that I took so long", she apologized as she climbed into the passenger seat and buckled in.
I was glad to have her back as we pulled out of the truck stop and onto the highway. As I drove she started asking me about NASCAR and what the races were like. Evidently Jimmy thought that NASCAR racing was just a bunch of rednecks driving around in circles as fast as they could. I explained to her about the draft and pit strategy and how each race played out like a chess match.
"How much are tickets to a race", she asked.
I told her that it depended on the track and where she sat. She seemed to be lost in thought.
"Would you like to see a race", I asked, "it would mean staying with the old pervert for a few more days."
"I don't have tickets."
"Don't worry about that, I got a spot for the RV on the backstretch", I explained, "We'll be watching from on top of the camper."
She had more questions about racing and we talked some more when finally she said that California could wait a couple more days.
I was torn, part of me was certainly enjoying her company but then I wasn't sure if the events of the previous evening were a one-time thing brought on by her fear of the storm or not. If it was, then living with this sweet little redhead was going to drive me nuts. Just looking down at her tanned thighs in the seat beside me was causing my dick to stir.
That evening as I pulled into the rest area Becky pointed out a spot that was a little further away from the main building and looked to be a little secluded. I thought nothing of it at the time. I parked the camper and closed the blinds as I did every night while Becky got us a couple of beers. We sat and watched a little TV while we drank.
It was Becky who finally addressed the elephant in the room. "Can we talk about last night", she began.
"Yeah", I replied, not sure where this was going and suddenly as nervous as a schoolboy on his first date.
"That was really fun, you made me feel things that I'd never felt before", she continued.
"Here comes the "but"", I thought to myself.
"And since we're going to be together a few more days", she teased, "I was wondering if I could sleep with you again tonight."
I was floored. "I would love that", was all that I could say. I gulped down the last of my beer and she did too. I got up and took her by the hand, "shall we?"
She let me lead her back to the bedroom. As I closed the door behind us she slipped off her t-shirt and shorts. I turned on the light beside the bed so that I could see this angel who would be joining me.
She stood there in just her plain white bra and panties, suddenly looking nervous. I walked over and wrapped my arms around her slender waist and pulled her tight to me. "You don't have to do this", I told her.
She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, "I want this, I want to feel you make love to me", she explained, "but I'm scared too because I've never done it before."
"You're a virgin", I asked and she just nodded her head. "But you said last night that you'd given blow jobs before."
"Yeah, but that's as far as I let him go."
Part of me wanted to stop this right there, but that part was in the head above my shoulder and not the one straining against my shorts, which was the one doing all of the thinking at this point. I kissed her again. As our kiss got more heated I slid my hand up the soft skin of her back and unclasped her bra. The cotton straps slipped from her shoulders and fell between us getting wedged where our bodies pressed together. I kissed my way along her jaw line and down the gentle curve of her neck. I let my lips caress her shoulder and down her chest until they finally reached the swell of her breast. I kissed around the perimeter of her right breast, licking the crease below before working my way toward the peak. My mouth enjoyed every inch of her tit before sucking her puffy red nipple into my mouth. She sighed sweetly as I teased her nipple with my tongue. Leaving her right breast I let my mouth explore the splash of freckles that seemed to bridge her tits. Hungrily I repeated my treatment with on her right breast, saving her rock hard nipple for the very last.
As I teased her breasts I slowly guided her towards the bed, and when we reached the edge I gently guided her down onto the mattress. Her breathing was getting a little ragged as I left her wonderful tits and kissed my way down her belly. Each kiss a little farther down her fit frame brought a tremor that grew in intensity with each touch of my lips to her soft skin. By the time I reached the top of her plain white panties I could smell the exhilarating scent of her arousal wafting up from between her silky thighs. I spread her legs wide and licked the gusset of her panties, tasting her sweet juices that had already soaked through the cotton material.
"Oh shit", she gasped as I tongued her twat through her panties.
I pulled back from her crotch and asked if she wanted me to stop.
"Don't you fucking dare", was her answer so I reached up and grabbed the waistband of her underwear and she lifted her ass off of the bed so that I could pull them off. As she lay back down and spread her legs I got my first good look at her pussy. She had thick full lips that were covered by a wispy patch of flame red hair. Using my thumbs I spread her thick lips and could see the half moon shaped membrane that guarded her hole.
"Mmm, that looks good enough to eat", I complimented before diving back into that sweet young slit. I licked her hairy twat until she was squirming on the bed ready to cum. Her fiery pussy ground against my face as she tore at my sheets.
"Son of a bitch", she hissed as her back arched off of the bed and her pretty green eyes rolled back in the head while her juices tried to drown me. I was ready for them, and drank of them like a Roman emperor.
I urged her further up on the bed and climbed between her thighs. "Are you ready", I asked as I rubbed the head of prick along the red fur-lined furrow of her sex.
She bit her lip and nodded, her face looked so innocent that I might have changed my mind at that point, well that is, if it hadn't been my cock in control. I lined up at her hole and began to push. Immediately I could feel the resistance of her cherry, "This might hurt", I warned her and pushed a couple inches of my prick into her, feeling the thin membrane of her maidenhead tear.
"Oww", she cried and her face scrunched up in pain as I made a woman of her.
I gave her a minute or so to adjust and fed her a couple more inches. Again I paused before pulling all but the head of my prick out of her tight box and ramming it home. My heavy balls slapped against her asshole and she cried out. I hugged her tight and left my meat buried to the hilt in her steamy box until she had a chance to stretch.
"Are you okay", I asked and brushed away the single tear that had leaked from her eye.
"Yeah", she replied weakly, "I didn't expect it to hurt quite that much but it's starting to ease up."
I pulled back and pumped her freshly deflowered hole with gentle strokes. I couldn't believe how tight she was, but then I hadn't been in a virgin pussy since high school. She winced each time I bottomed out in her but after a couple of minutes I could tell that she was starting to enjoy it too by the way her soft cries turned into grunts of pleasure.
"Damn your dick feels so big in me", she sighed as she began to rotate her hips, fucking me back now. "It feels so good."
"It feels good being inside you too", I returned the compliment, "your pussy is so fucking tight." I leaned back and managed to get onto my knees and pushed her knees up almost to her chest. Now able to get just a little deeper into her tiny box. Looking down I watched as my throbbing member slid out of her, glistening with her juices and just a little blood. I let go of one knee and maneuvered my hand down to tease her slickened clit with my thumb.
The added stimulation was having the desired effect and soon I could see that she was getting lost in the pleasures of her second orgasm of the night. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her toes curled tightly as she bucked back against my cock. "Ooh, ooh fuck", she cried out, "fuck me, fuck me hard!" The new flood of her juices from her already dripping snatch made it easy to do just that and I slammed my prick into her as she came.
As she began to come down from the high of her climax I rolled us over so that she now straddled my hips. She reached down between us and guided my cock back into her hot wet hole. At first she didn't seem to know what to do and I let her experiment with different techniques. She bounced on it for a minute or so then tried taking it all the way in and rubbing her crotch back and forth. She seemed to like this and settled into a rhythm grinding her clit through my pubic hair.
I have to admit that I was liking it too, looking up at her angelic face and the way her small tits bounced above me. I reached up and took one fleshy globe in each hand and teased her nipples as she rode my cock. It didn't take her long to begin shaking with the approach of yet another orgasm and honestly I wasn't far behind. Her sweaty body collapsed onto mine as she started to cum and I grabbed her hips and pumped into her quivering snatch from below. The clenching of the walls of her swampy canal was making it very hard to hold back and finally I rolled her thrashing body onto her back. Just in time I pulled my twitching rod from her gushing hole and gave it a couple of pumps with my fist. My whole body shook as the first rope of the creamy jizz shot out and splashed down on her left breast. The second landed just below her chin and the third on her belly. I knelt there between her thighs and milked the last of my seed onto her downy pubes. "Holy shit", I gasped.
"Yeah, really", she confirmed trying to catch her breath and looking down at her cum painted chest. She took a finger and ran it through my slime, spreading it across her nipple. "You made a mess, but thank you for not cumming in me"
"It was close", I had to admit.
I got off of the bed and grabbed a wash cloth from the bathroom and a couple more beers from the fridge. I gave her the cloth to clean herself up with and went back to the bathroom to clean the blood and slime from my deflated prick.
After I washed up she took her turn in the bathroom. When she returned we sipped our beers and cuddled on the bed which is how we fell asleep. I woke in the morning to the smell of breakfast cooking. "Damn, I could get used to this", I thought to myself, but knew that I couldn't given that today was Friday and come Monday she would be on her way to California.
We ate breakfast and got cleaned up before getting back on the road. Just before lunch I stopped at a small grocery store and picked up supplies and an hour later we were pulling into our spot overlooking the backstretch of Las Vegas Motor Speedway. Becky was amazed at the size of the track and I explained that this was a one and a half mile tri-oval and that there were tracks much larger. We spent the afternoon wandering around the carnival like atmosphere of the vendor area of the track. We laughed at some of the looks that we received since, while we looked like we could be father and daughter, we certainly didn't act like it.
We ran into Bill and Cathy and after introductions they invited us back to their RV for some beers. They weren't parked too far from us so we joined them for about an hour or so. Cathy took her for a tour of the expensive truck, Becky was impressed at how big it was and all of the amenities. Bill however was more impressed by the little redhead and I caught him leering at her several times when his wife wasn't looking.
When we got back to my RV Becky commented that Bill and Cathy must be rich. I explained how Bill had won the money, but was pissing through it so fast that I'd be surprised if they made it through the whole ten month season before going broke. She asked how I was going to make it and I told her that I planned on being smarter than Bill.
"I don't think that would be to hard", she laughed.
From our perch on top of my camper we watched the drivers make some practice runs. Becky was blown away at just how loud and fast the cars blew by us. She really seemed to be enjoying it. She asked a lot of questions about the drivers and the cars, which I answered if I could.
That night she apologized that her pussy was still a little sore, I said that was alright, even though I was a little disappointed. She made up for it by kneeling on the bed between my legs and sucking my cock into that warm mouth of hers. She stared up at me with those deep green eyes as she bobbed up and down on my pole and fondled my balls. She was certainly getting better at this and I laid back to enjoy it. As I drew closer to cumming I warned her since she had been quick to take it out of her mouth the other night. This time however she just kept on sucking until I couldn't hold back any longer.
Her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunks as her sweet mouth was filled with my seed. I watched as she tried to swallow it all, and to give her credit, she got most of it. A small glob of my goo managed to leak out from between her lips and oozed down her chin. Using her finger she scooped it up and licked it clean then she did the same for my cock.
"Wow, that was amazing", I told her as I pulled her up on top of me and kissed her deeply. Her mouth tasted of my cum, but that's alright. For the third night in a row she fell asleep naked in my arms.
When I woke Saturday morning I was surprised to find her still in bed, her head lay on my chest and she was softly stroking my already hard cock. "Good morning sleepyhead", she smiled up at me when she realized that I was awake. She rolled over on top of me and we kissed as she began to grind her mound on my rod. Without a word she slid up until my cock head lay at her entrance. Using just the angle of her body she pushed down until I popped into her tight wet canal.
What a way to wake up, a beautiful teenage redhead enveloping my prick with her wonderful pussy. I held her to me and we kissed some more as she began to ride my shaft. "What happened to breakfast", I k**ded her.
"I could stop and make you some eggs, but I wanted sausage", she replied with mock insult.
"Ladies first", I laughed back, "but before we go any farther..." I pulled her off of my prick, to both of our disappointment and reached into the nightstand. Inside was the box of rubbers that I'd picked up the day before. I ripped open the plastic and rolled the smooth latex over my dick.
"Mmm, good idea", she agreed and let me lay her down onto her back. I slid my now protected pecker back into her. I'm not a big fan of condoms, but the last thing I needed was for her to track me down looking for c***d support. I was pleasantly surprised by how little sensation was lost to the condom, I guess that a lot of progress had been made there too in the twenty or so years since I'd last worn one. I fucked her gently, staring down into her green eyes and I did. Her tight young pussy gripped at my shaft as I pumped it into her and her firm young breasts swayed with the motion of our coupling. I did her missionary until she came, writhing below me as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her nubile frame.
I rolled her over onto her knees and buried my meat back into her with a single thrust. The time for gentleness had come to an end and now we were fucking. I slammed my prick into her with piston like strokes that were soon giving the campers shocks a work out. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh reverberated throughout the room joined by the tinkling of the dishes in the dish strainer from the other room. The furious pounding I was giving her poor cunt drove her to two more screaming orgasms nearly back to back before felt my balls pull up tight and explode into the condom. We both collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty heap gasping for air.
Afterward I'd hoped that my neighbors had slept through the commotion, the knowing smile that I got from the old guy and the nasty look we got from his wife later that afternoon as we watched the Xfinity series race from atop our respective campers, told me that they hadn't.
The race had been a good one, even if Joey Logano won. Becky, who had been skeptical at first really got into it, cheering loudly each time the cars roared by us at two hundred miles an hour. Afterward she was still pretty amped up and she took out that energy on my cock with another round of hard sex that I'm sure the neighbors didn't appreciate.
Sunday morning pretty much started out the same as the day before, with another wild session of ride the old guy's dick for Becky, this time we tried to be a little quieter. We spent the rest of the morning wandering the vendors and trying the various foods from this truck or that. I bought her a Danica Patrick had, which she was able to get autographed, and a t-shirt.
We were back on top of the RV for the start of the engines. Becky was a little disappointed when Danica's engine gave out, not that Kurt was doing very well either. We still enjoyed the race and Becky thought that it was cool that Danica'a boyfriend managed to win the race. By the time that Ricky Stenhouse Jr. was finishing up in Victory Lane, Becky was on her knees in my small space that served as both dining room and living room, with a mouthful of my prick.
That night we didn't care who heard us as we fucked each other silly until the wee hours of the morning, both knowing that it would be our last night together.
In the morning we lay in each other's arms, reluctant to start the day, "Tom", she broke the silence, "I don't know what to do."
"What do you mean", I asked, almost afraid that she was about to confess her love for me and that she wanted to stay.
What she said next, I was not prepared for. She revealed her age to me, which part of me had begun to suspect and it wasn't the eighteen years that I'd initially thought. In fact I was off by about three. The implications were swimming through my head, I'd just transported a minor two thirds of the way across the country which was bad enough, but I'd also had sex with her multiple times.
She also explained that she was afraid to go the rest of the way to California since there was no way that a studio would hire a runaway at her age. I agreed that she was probably correct. In the end we agreed that it was time for her to go home and I took her to the airport. I bought her a ticket and walked her to the security gate. Before she could pass through I gave her one last hug, she squeezed me tight and through blurry eyes I watched her walk away.