Some jobs are different from what I usually do and come about as a personal request from a friend or relative. On occasion I will help out with a friend's muscle car or hot rod, as that is what I do primarily, and do it outside of my normal shop hours and rates. These are usually fairly quick and simple, and I get paid in steaks and whiskey, trade for their services, or cash.
This was one of those jobs...
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George had called and asked for my help. His recent purchase, a 1964 Chevrolet Impala station wagon, was stalling and running poorly. Usually, I would have him book it in at the shop, but he had helped me out with some brickwork and tiling in the past and I felt I owed him a favor. I drove over Saturday afternoon to check things out.
The car was out in the driveway, a straight and shiny black Impala wagon with a blood red interior, and the chrome trim gleamed in the sunlight. Under the hood sat an old-school 350 V8 with a carb, headers, and a mild cam. It was as shiny as the paint, covered in chrome trim, and looked great. Unfortunately for him, it ran like shit. After looking the car over George opened the tailgate and showed me the spare parts that had come with the car. With the rear seat down and a thick blanket protecting the interior, he had laid out everything for me to look at. The first thing I noticed was the carb sitting in the open box.
"So did you change out the carb?" I asked.
"No, it was on when we picked it up with the trailer. The seller had just installed it."
"Well, then we will start with the basics," I informed him.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Jill, George's wife, and a young woman standing in the driveway.
"Hello, J," Jill said with a smile. "Nice to see you."
"Hello, Jill," I replied and looked her up and down. "You look great, as usual."
She smiled and rolled her beautiful blue eyes. Even approaching sixty Jill was a dish, a slim, trim blonde with an ass to match her beautiful smile. In her white capri pants and yellow top, she could pass for forty any day.
"Always the flirt," she giggled. "You're so bad."
"Me?" I questioned. "You started it."
"What? How did I start it?"
"Coming out here all dolled up and groping my muscles," I teased. "You know it gets me going."
She laughed and shook her head, blushing slightly when she glanced at the young woman and patted my chest.
"Such a tease," she giggled. "Thank you for the compliment."
George chuckled and shook his head, used to our teasing, and gestured to the young woman.
"This is our granddaughter, Danica. She is visiting before heading off to college."
Danica was slim, petite and attractive. Her eyes were hidden behind the dark sunglasses she wore but her smile was as pretty as Jill's.
"Hi, Danica. I'm J," I introduced myself as I put out my hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Hi," she replied with a smile and shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you, too."
"Well, we will be back shortly," Jill announced. "You boys have fun with your toys."
They jumped into her SUV and drove off while George and I got some tools. I hooked up a vacuum gauge and timing light, checked the choke setting, and had him start the engine. After setting the timing I did a little adjustment on the carb, and we agreed the idle was good. There was a stumble when the throttle was cracked open, so I checked and adjusted the stroke in the power valve and reset the mixtures once more. Now it was responsive and smooth. We jumped in and went for a ride around the block, doing a final setting when the girls returned.
"How is it going?" Jill asked. "We have to meet that couple soon, George."
"Oh shit, I forgot. We have to meet some people interested in buying our cottage. We will be about an hour; do you mind hanging around?"
"How about I take the car for a cruise?" I suggested. "I'll go along the river and through the park. About an hour or so drive and not much traffic, so if it acts up, I can check it out. I'll take some tools along."
"That's a great idea!" he replied.
"Can I come along?" Danica asked.
"Sure," I answered with a shrug. "If you want to come for a ride."
"That's a good idea," Jill added. "Go have some fun instead of sitting around here waiting for us. George, get cleaned up, we have to go."
"Don't wreck it," he warned and pointed at me. "And don't burn off the back tires!"
"I'll be gentle," I assured him.
Danica talked with Jill while I grabbed a few tools and checked which parts were in the back of the car. I found a spare coil and a new ignition module, which I suspected would be the culprit, and was ready when George came back.
"See you in a few hours," he said. "If you get stuck, call me and I'll come get you."
"Same here," I replied with a chuckle. "I trust this one more than your new one."
He laughed and waved while getting into the SUV. Jill waved and told Danica to have fun just as they drove away.
"Well, ready to go?" I asked her.
She removed the jean jacket tied around her waist, opened the pass door and jumped in without answering, tossing the jacket into the back. I joined her inside and fired it up.
"Buckle up, baby," I instructed with a wink.
She giggled and did up the lap belt as we cruised out of the driveway and onto the empty street. I put my foot down and heard her laugh as she was pushed into the seat by the sudden burst of acceleration.
"Whoa, that's so cool!" she laughed.
"Yeah, it's fun," I agreed.
I drove out to the two-lane highway that ran along the river, avoiding the freeway traffic, and settled in at a steady speed. Danica unclicked her lap belt, slid over next to me on the bench seat, and gave me a coy smile after removing her sunglasses.
"So, Grandma says you are a ladies' man," she revealed.
"Is that so?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Yes. She says that you always have different women around."
"Well, that's true," I admitted. "I'm not a relationship type of guy."
Her hand rested on my thigh and slowly moved from above the knee to my hip.
"You know, I'm not a relationship kind of girl," she teased. "At least not yet. I like to have fun."
"Sounds like we have something in common," I replied.
Her hand slid higher, and her fingers ran over my now-growing bulge. She looked down and angled her body towards me, moving her right hand to the bulge and squeezing. I set the cruise control and put my arm around her shoulders.
"You feel pretty big," she giggled.
"Keep going, it'll get bigger," I suggested.
She giggled and stroked me through my jeans, her slim fingers engorging my cock, until it was uncomfortable. I moved around in the seat, sliding my hips down and laying back, allowing my hardened cock to lodge under the zipper. The tip poked out the top of my jeans and she poked it with her finger.
"Take it out," I suggested.
She undid my jeans and tugged the zipper down, allowing my cock to spring out.
"Holy shit! You're fucking huge!" she gasped.
Her hand grasped my shaft and squeezed.
"Wow, my fingers can't touch," she giggled. "No way I can suck all of that!"
"Well, just do your best and have fun," I suggested as I pushed her head down.
"Haha, fucking huge dick..." she mused and licked the fat head. "Wow."
Her tongue swirled around, lashing the tip and underside, and she moved around on the seat until she was lying on her stomach with her feet on the window ledge of the door. She smiled up at me, her eyes flickering brightly, and ran her lips up and down the throbbing shaft. I turned off the cruise and dropped speed as we approached the turn to the park entrance.
"You're so fucking hard," she panted between licks. "Like a rock."
We turned off the highway and drove through the gate at the entrance of the park. She moved herself up slightly and put her mouth over me, stretching it wide to go over the swollen head, and took me into her mouth. I turned along the east road, knowing it was the longest route around the park and struggled to keep my eyes on the road as her head bobbed up and down.
"Go easy, baby. Let me pull over to this picnic area."
She lifted her head, licking her lips as she smiled at me, and then sat up on her knees.
"Want to fuck me?" she asked, lifting her skirt up and revealing her bare pussy.
I backed the car into the open space behind the trees, leaving room at the back, and turned the engine off. I slipped my hand between her legs and slid my middle finger between her glistening lips, feeling the silky wetness, and nodded my head.