Pick Up
Keywords: Up, Pick,
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He walked along the dusty road not really expecting any traffic at this hour. He heard a high revving engine behind him, it grew louder and he looked back and saw a cloud of dust approaching rapidly. He turned back to the front and thought he heard the sound of the engine change. Then he definitely heard it miss a few beats, then it caught and revved up again. He stepped off the side of the road and watched the white Fiat Roadster speed by. He was covered by the cloud of dust after he got a glimpse of long blond hair flying in the wind.
"Shit" he thought as he beat the dust off himself and his bag. He picked up his previous pace. The little wheels under the flight case didn't help much. He was really dragging it through the dirt. "Oh, Well." It was better than jail where he would have ended up if he had taken the job they offered. He was only there because he was going to try and buy the aircraft after the flight if it checked out OK. He was sure it was a set-up deal. Not that he would have taken a dope run anyway. They told him it was to pick up the old twin Beech and fly it to Immokalee Airport. One glance into the plane and he knew it was way overgross. Nobody would try to get it off the ground carrying that load unless it was dope. They told him if he didn't want to do it he could walk in to town. He said "Fine."
He could make out a white object as the dust cleared. He saw the little Fiat sitting on the side of the road. The hood was up. A girl was leaning into the engine compartment. He watched as a stray puff of wind flipped up the skirt and showed a lovely ass barely covered by little pink bikini panties. He was going to walk right on by but he heard a female voice say, "Fuck, shit, and God damned." He stopped and watched as the woman leaned further into the engine compartment. It was definitely a lovely view. The little panties did look sexy as they pulled up in the crack of the ass in front of him. He cleared his throat and smiled as she jumped and hit her head on the hood. She held her head and slowly turned around. He looked into the bluest eyes he had ever seen. She snarled "Did you get a good look, Buster. Why are you sneaking up on people like that."
"Hey, it's a public road, after you dusted me off I thought I would see what kind of an ass was driving this old car that fast. No pun intended."
He thought he saw a twinkle in the blue eyes. "I am sorry, I was so mad I didn't see anything. I drove out here to pick up my boyfriend and found out he had another girl pick him up."
"You are lucky."
"Why?"
"Anybody who let you get away has to be mentally deficient, absolutely nuts. What seems to be the problem with your car."
"Nothing serious except I don't have a tool to fix it with. The distributor has vibrated loose. It is just flopping around. I didn't hear you drive up."
"I am walking, do you have to tighten a bolt to secure the distributor?"
"Walking? There is nothing on this road for another ten miles. Yeah, I need a ten millimeter wrench."
"I'll tell you what, I'll lend you a tool that I think will do the job, if you will give me a lift to the nearest town or phone so I can get home."
"You have a deal. What do you have?"
"I have my trusty Leatherman Tool in my flight bag. Here, I'll get it out."
"That ought to do it." She grinned up at him as he stood up. He was taller than she by well over a foot, even with her high heels. "If you will go to the other side of the car I will tighten up that bolt and get us on our way. You saw enough last time."
"I don't think I did, I would love to see it all."
"No way Bubba. Would you get behind the wheel and crank the engine over while I try to start it."
He slid behind the wheel and made sure it was out of gear, then cranked on it. It sputtered a few times, then started. He let it idle and watched as she twisted the distributor until the little four banger purred. She smiled and handed him his tool as she closed the hood. He looked at her and smiled. He held up his handkerchief.
"You have a big smudge on that little nose, may I?"
She leaned forward and closed her eyes. He wiped the grease off her nose and felt a shiver go down his spine, she was adorable, tiny, perfectly built, and seemed smart as a whip.
"OK, you look human again. Here, you have some on your hands and you don't want it on that pretty dress."
"Why, thank you kind, Sir."
"Mam, Yur as pretty as a speckled pup, mah name is Buck, Buck Larimore." he said in his best John Wayne imitation.
"I am Miss Lucy, Buck, let's saddle up and get on down the trail. Throw your flight bag in the back seat with mine."
She got behind the wheel and he slipped in the passenger seat. The little car jumped forward as she took off in a cloud of dust. She smiled at him, "Where do you want to go?"
"I know you will think I am being fresh, but I want to go anywhere with you."
"You are a flirt aren't you."
"I try, but I am not very good at it. When a lady is as beautiful as you are, I tend to get tongue tied and drool on myself."
She looked at him and said, "I think you do OK with the girls. I am starved, do you want to get something to eat at the next place while you tell me why you are walking so far?"
"Well, I had a gig to fly that old Beech 18 to Immokalee and I flew my old Grumman amphibian down here and she blew a tire when I landed. Then the Beech is overloaded and I told them I didn't want the job. So now I have to go and get a tire for her.
"That beautiful old war bird is yours?"
"Yep. Want to buy her?"
"Oh! I wish I could. Where was she restored?"
"I did it all myself, five years off and on. Mostly on. You must be a pilot with that hefty flight case, probably Airlines. Right?"
"Yes, copilot with Trans Air."
"Wonderful, I always wanted a Copilot," Buck grinned.
"Look there is a little diner, want to stop?"
"Sounds good to me, my stomach thinks my throats been cut."
Night was falling when they left the diner after a surprisingly good meal. They had sat and talked for hours, not noticing the passage of time. They drove on and soon saw the city lights appeared.
Buck said, "I don't want to take you out of your way, drop me off at a Motel when you see one."
"I only live about five miles from here, you can stay in my guest room if you want."
"Hey, that sounds better. I'll call a cab in the morning."
When they entered Lucy's house she asked if he would like a drink. "Bourbon and water, if you have it."
"ET OK?"
"That's just fine."
"Can you fix one for me too? The booze is in that cupboard and the ice is in the refrigerator, I'm going to go slip into something more comfortable."
He was sipping his drink when she came back in. She was wearing little white shorts and a crop top. He loved the way she looked.
"Aw, I was expecting a sexy baby doll or something and I was wondering if I could handle watching you in one for very long before I embarrassed myself. Would you mind if I changed too?"
"No, go ahead."
He was back in a few moments wearing cutoff jean shorts and a T-shirt. He was smiling and sat across from her in her family room. "This is nice, very nice." He said.
She liked the way he looked. His shoulders were broad and his waist slim. His legs looked like a runners legs. He had a large bulge in his shorts.
She stood up and walked by him to the kitchen and brought the bourbon and some ice. She leaned over in front of him and refreshed his drink. He could see her breasts and nipples clearly, he felt his blood surge. She stood, looked down and said, "I think you are going to need more room in those shorts, it looks crowded in there."
"Well, what do you expect when you shove those delicious boobs under my face?"
"Well, I was hoping I would see some reaction, Lord, you are going to pop your buttons. You better open them up before you hurt yourself."
He stood and opened his shorts and pulled them down. His jockey shorts pushed way out in front. He looked in her eyes and pulled the underwear down and was naked before her. She grinned, "Now you look more comfortable. Come and let me gaze at that weapon between your legs, Wow.! Now that is what I call well hung. Not so big it scares you, but just right." She pulled the little top off over her head and hooked her thumbs in the shorts and yanked them down. She wore no panties. He reached for her and lifted her to his face and put his lips softly to hers. She felt his erection against her. She brought her legs around his waist. The top of his cock pressed against the lips of her pussy. She was very wet now and she wiggled her butt and felt him lower her onto his shaft. She explored his mouth with her tongue and found his tongue hunting for hers. She felt his strength as her lifted her slowly up and down over his pulsing member. Finally he lifted her off of his penis and said, "I want you in a bed baby girl. I want to see and feel and taste every bit of you." He put her down. She grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom. The bed was already turned down. She flopped on the bed and her legs spread involuntarily. He looked her over from head to foot, loving what he saw. Her breasts were round globes with erect large nipples standing straight up, her little belly was as flat as a board with a cute dimple of a belly button. Her mound was shaved except for a small triangular tuft of honey blond hair. Her hips were not too wide and her legs were long and slender. He slid on the bed next to her and ran his hands over her body cupping, squeezing, touching ever so softly. Down her legs, up her thighs, over her mound, covering it with his big hand, tracing the slit between the little pink inner lips. Feeling her moisture between her legs. Moving up and caressing her breasts, feeling the hard nipples. He kissed her deeply then moved his mouth to her neck and left a wet trail of kisses on down to her breasts. His soft lips closed round her sensitive nipples and she purred her pleasure at his touch. He moved down and ran his tongue in her belly button then moved his face between her legs.
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Keywords: Up, Pick,