Tuesday morning, Cynthia and I headed back to Medford. It was another beautiful day, so Cynthia had the top down. I have to admit, watching Cynthia get dressed was a bit of an arousal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her put on her blouse without a bra. I’ll save that for the ride home.
I was driving when we got to the two-lane road leading to the highway. I thought this was as good a time as any. We were approaching the turnoff we stopped at when I had sex with her on the way up to her house.
“Cynthia, you love driving in the car with the top down, don’t you?”
“Yes, I love the feel of the air passing around me. It invigorates me.”
“Do you know what would invigorate me? Driving with your top down. I know you’re not wearing a bra, so take your top down so I can watch your tits in the breeze.”
Before I finished the sentence, Cynthia was down to just one more button to loosen.
“What a beautiful sight. Beautiful day, beautiful woman and her beautiful tits. All that’s missing is my cock in her beautiful pussy.” I pulled off the main road.
As I was getting out of the car, I looked at Cynthia. She was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. She put her hands under her tits and shook them at me. Her invitation. I opened the car door and lay across her lap and sucked her left tit. From the way Cynthia was moaning I knew her panties were wet. Time to nibble on her hard nipple.
“Damn, you, Tim Ouster.”
With that, she shoved me out of the car, got out, and dropped her jeans and panties. She looked at me while she was flaunting her mostly nude body. She was watching as I undid my jeans. I dropped them and my briefs to the ground. Next, I turned her around and made her bend over. Cynthia was grunting and panting as I slid my cock into her wet warm pussy.
Immediately her muscles tightened around my cock. She was rocking back and forth on my cock. My balls were slapping against her unprotected clit. With each slap, Cynthia would groan or make a sound of a woman in lust. Her orgasm was not far away. I reached for her free-swinging tits.
With a firm grip on her tits, I shoved my cock harder and faster into Cynthia’s pussy. Her panting told me just was just about to climax. I wanted her to have a hard climax. I slapped her ass cheek and regained my grip on her tits. Cynthia let out a yelp. I continued my pounding. I pinched her left nipple between my fingers and used my other hand to slap her ass cheek.
A good hard slap on her ass, having her nipple pinched, and her pussy pounded was too much for Cynthia to resist. With one deep inhale, and a long, low moaning Cynthia was squirting on my cock, balls, and down both of my legs. The pounding of her pussy continued.
My cock was going in and out of Cynthia as fast as I could pump her. My climax was building and building fast. Finally, there was nothing I could do but release the pressure that built up in my balls. When it happened, the first shot came with my cock head against her cervix. Cynthia yelped and I kept pounding until every sperm was in her.
My cock slipped from her drenched pussy. Cynthia sat on the edge of the car seat. She grabbed my ass and pulled me close to her so she could suck my weakening cock. I let her suck as long as she wanted, while I pulled on her tits.
When she was finished sucking me, she held my shaft in her hand and looked up at me.
“Tim, I don’t know what I would do without you. I felt like a washed-out old hag.”
“You are not, you never were, and never will be. You’re a beautiful woman with a kind and loving heart. And a very sensual woman, and one hell of a lover.”
We got dressed and tried to go to Medford for the second time. I was ready to be home again.
Cynthia dropped me off at the shop and went to get carry-outs. The shop was quiet, and I loved to see my things. This is where I belong, not on top of a hill with a house that has eighty-seven rooms. This is Tim Ouster, but I can’t stop thinking about Cynthia – and her friends.
Since it was just after one in the afternoon, I called George in Overton.
“Lewis.”
“Hey, George. It’s Tim. I just got back in town. I’m at the shop and Cynthia’s gone for take-outs. What’s been going on?”
“Believe it or not, the bastard is Carl Himmel’s cousin. Carl’s been with the force for twenty-plus years. He has a golden record. The cousin is being tried on various counts and was trying to get into our system to erase the evidence. Your program stopped him and left cyber clues I could follow. You got him, brother.” George was elated.
“You got him, I just gave you some extra tools to use. You figured out how he was trying to get in and nabbed him. Great work, man. I can imagine Sheriff Nelson and Ms. O’Connell are damn proud of you.” Tim said.
“It’s a good feeling. See you tomorrow. Tim, Wait! I almost forgot to tell you. Tomorrow, at ten, Ms. O’Connell, the Sheriff, and I will be at City Hall. Meet us there in the Office of the Chair.”
“No problem. Happy dreams, man.”
I had just ended the call with George when Cynthia came in with hot beef on rye and fries. My kind of meal. She set the table and put the beef and fries out and a cold beer for each of us.
Cynthia was sitting across the table from me. She was looking at me with an adoring smile.
“A penny for your thoughts, Mrs. Crenshaw.”
“Oh, Tim. I am so proud of you. While I was waiting for our takeaway my brother walked in. He was telling me about all the excitement in Overton. And you are the one who caught the guy. And I love you.”
“Cynthia, George caught the intruder. I only set up some tools, if you will, for him to use. George should get the ticker tape parade. I’m just there to tell them what I installed. Nothing more.”
“But, without the stuff you put on their computer, they wouldn’t have caught him, right?”
“To be honest, Cynthia, I don’t think so. But George Lewis is not a dummy. I think he would have gotten him it just would have taken longer. The most important part is the idiot is in custody.”
I knew Cynthia was spending the night, so I asked if she wanted to shower first. And she did. While she was gone, I checked the shop and took a quick inventory. It seemed that I had enough of everything, so I went back to finish my beer when the front door opened. It was Miss Thompson from the library.
“Miss Thompson. What a pleasant surprise. How can I help you?”
“Tim, my God Child is graduating high school and heading off to college. I won’t be able to see her as often, so I’m a little sad. But I’m in a bind.”