I started the Jeep and drove it back down the rocky trail crawling the same way we had gone up. Once I reached the bottom I put the transfer case back into 4 High and shifted into neutral. “Want to take us out of here,” I asked? “Me, drive?” “Yeah, you can handle a stick right?” “Oh, you don’t need to worry about me and sticks, I am quite an expert,” Sam gleamed. “You’ll have to be gentle with it off road like this,” I continued skipping right over her innuendo. “I am also gentle with a stick.” I set the emergency break and hoped out of the Jeep. Seems that Sam just crawled right over the center and sat right down in the driver’s seat. I buckled in as she released the emergency break, shoved the Jeep into first releasing the clutch leaving a dusty trail behind us. I watched as Sam expertly shifted through the gears tacking the lighter obstacles. Sam had a huge grin on her face and let out a few glees as she tackled the off-road trail. As we reached the road I informed her that we needed to shift into 2 wheel drive. “The short one,” she asked. “Yep just push in the clutch and shove it forward,” I instructed. She did so and soon we were zooming down the highway, “I’m surprised you didn’t take advantage of my last question saying, ‘no the big one in my pants.’” I laughed, “Would it have worked?” She gave me a glance before stating, “You will never know now will you?” Guess who decided to take that as a hint and stir. Chapter 4 Terri’s show was a raunchy as ever being a Friday and all. She really liked to let go on the air, hell if I didn’t know she was a nympho I might assume she played one on the radio on Fridays. She always liked to skirt that line of censorship and a few times ended up bleeped for her efforts. We of course met again at the coffee shop. “When you fly out again,” Terri asked? “I have a trip to Scotland on Monday. We have to reposition the jet on Sunday so I have to be in Chicago by Saturday evening.” “Freebe or you gota pay,” Terri queried? Flying a fractional is not like being a pilot for an airline where you can hop in an open seat or even fly in the cockpit on what is called a jump seat. Airline pilots generally fly for free when they need to move around the country to pickup airplanes. For a fractional, unless a jet was repositioning or I could pick up a gig in the Citation Sovereign I was rated in then I had to pay the airlines to fly me from FL to one of the fractional’s locations. Chicago, Dallas, Los Angles, New York were all locations I could start from based on where airplanes were available. I could almost always get a hop between our HUBs, but sitting in FL meant that I was generally SOL for free rides. Besides, taking the airlines meant that I could arrive on my schedule and in the case with a date with Sam tonight, I defiantly wanted to be on ‘my schedule.’ “Nope, ASAing it,” ASA was one of the commuters to Atlanta where I could get a cheaper flight to Chicago. “Ah,” Terri exclaimed, “and your date with Sam yesterday?” “She enjoyed my stick,” I said with the straight face. Terri spit coffee, “why you horn dog, with your therapist,” she howled. “Yep, she handled my TJ like a pro,” I laughed. A croissant came flying at me which I of course ducked. “So you seeing her again,” Terri inquired? “Yeah, we have a date tonight.” “My, my, Dave is finally going out on a date, how long has it been?” “Counting our dates,” I asked Terri? “Nah, I don’t think that counts. I only wanted you for your dick,” Terri smiled. “What about my five years with Michelle then,” I asked her? “Nope, relationships are not a date,” Terri implied. “Well then not counting you or Michelle oh fifteen years.” “Holy shit,” Terri choked. “Do you even remember how to be sweet to a gal?” “You mean flowers?” “That and opening her door for her.” “Got that covered, no doors on the Jeep,” I grinned. “For God sakes Dave, put some doors on that Jeep,” Terri exclaimed. “You, think?” Back at the apartment I dug through my storage building, it was a little closet sized external building that I rented for an extra hundred bucks a month. But, it was large enough to store my tools, parts I’ve yet to bolt on, the Jeeps soft top, hard doors, and a set of canvas soft doors for those weeks it rains allot. Digging through the recesses of the building I finally found the set, ‘crap, they’ll need to be rinsed off.’ I hosed off the doors and even found the plastic windows, just in case. The doors slid right into the brackets and a cotter pin held them in place, I had them on in a jiffy. I unzipped the plastic windows and ran a bike lock through them and around the sport bar in the back. No use giving a thief easy access. Once finished with that I locked up my storage room and went to prepare for tonight. I selected a nice pair of kakis, brown loafers, and a tangerine button down shirt. I made sure to take a fresh shower and have a fresh shave for tonight, just in case. No use chancing a whisker burn on the first date, or was this technically a second date? I finished my preparing including a splash of cologne and quickly ran to the blockbuster to pick out a movie. I always pick up three movies, a chick flick, a man movie, and a comedy. I place all three movies on the table and let the lady pick, you will be amazed how many of them go for the action packed shoot ‘em up. But, I always have three. I was nearly six so I placed the movies into the center lock box and drove over to Samantha’s house. I parked in her driveway and nearly hopped into the door of the Jeep, yeah open first. Ringing the door bell my heart was racing with anticipation, ‘shit forgot flowers.’ Sam answered the door in a flowered sun dress off white hose and tangerine shoes that matched my shirt magnificently. It was like we coordinated and I am sure that fact was not lost on her either. Her hair was immaculate with ringlets all folding in and out to her waist, I was glad I brought the windows. Sam smiled at me, “Where are we eating?” “Well I thought about making beef wellington with a side of Caesar salad and risotto,” I smiled. Sam looked absolutely shocked, before I finally added, “or there’s Outback.” Yeah I know so cliché but who cares. Sam’s shock quickly turned to a inviting smile. I held out my hand, “Escort you to your carriage my lady,” “Really, you don’t own any other cars but that Jeep,” Sam asked? “Well I did have a ’94 Harley, but that was not too good with picking up women, well at least not the women I was interested in. Most did not want to ride bitch and resented being referred to as riding bitch. My other car is a jet aeroplane.” Samantha just laughed and placed her soft hand into mine. I opened her door for her, thanks Terri, and pulled the window out of the back so as not to mess up her hair as we drove. Sam seemed to appreciate that right away. We didn’t talk too much on the way to the restaurant. 33” mudders, bikini top, and canvas doors don’t make for good conversations while your rolling down the highway. It’s allot of “Whats?” Of course, Outback on a Friday night is crowded so we checked in with the college aged hostess and let her know that we would be at the bar. Sam ordered a Margarita and I ordered one as well, on the rocks. Soon we were seated, ordered our food, and dove into dinner conversation. Sam did ask about my meeting Terri and I informed her, this really wasn’t the place to discuss Terri. Sam giggled and nodded her head. Neither of us was in the mood for desert so we left the restaurant for the movies. I guess Sam figured that movies would be at the theater and was confused as I headed back to our small suburbs outside of the main drag. “I’m not aware of any theaters out her,” Sam asked? “There aren’t,” I popped open the center console, “Take your choice.” I could tell Sam was uncomfortable, I guess it was one thing to go ‘out’ with me, but she was not ready to end up in my ‘lair’ as she called it. “I just assumed,” she started. “Technically, you only said that I could not have dinner at home, nothing about movies being rented,” I pointed out. Sam chewed her lip for a moment before settling into the idea of videos. “This one,” she held up and I really don’t remember the movie she selected. I got to my apartment and Sam quickly let herself out of the Jeep. She carried the videos while I took her other hand and led her to Apartment 302. “What floor,” Sam asked? “Third. Want a piggy back ride?” I guess she never expected me to actually carry her, but when I bent over slightly she hopped right onto my back. I grabbed her by the legs and carried her 130 or so pounds to the third floor. Sam giggled as I set her down outside of my apartment and opened the door. I went to pick her up again, and she brushed me off playfully, “that won’t be necessary.” As soon as Sam entered my apartment I could tell she was inspecting how I lived. Not too bad for a bachelor, I kept everything clean and fresh and made sure to air out the apartment every week or so. I gave her the grand tour, which lasted maybe 10 minutes and when I shown her the master bedroom I made certain to call it, ‘The Lair!’ “You will want to make sure to avoid there,” I joked. Sam giggled, “I’ll make certain to take note.” I asked if she wanted anything to drink and she said, ‘anything.’ I poured two glasses of wine. Needless to say my wine glasses were mondo sized with the two emptying a bottle. Sam just gasped as I handed her the wine. “Trying to get me drunk,” she asked. “Maybe,” I glinted. Sam just shook her head and we moved to the living room. Sam took a sip of her wine before setting it on the coffee table and taking a seat on my sofa. Either she was not as careful or she was a little surprised when she sank into the cushions because as Sam sat down I finally got that freeshot. Her white hose ended halfway up her thighs and her creamy flesh continued up to an alluring tangerine lace thong. I do remember blinking to pull my head out of that wonderful sight and back onto Sam who was smiling cheerfully back at me. She picked up her mega glass of wine and took not a sip but a draft. “Is everything large with you,” she asked? “Huh,” I replied. “Large Jeep, Large sofa, large wine glasses, and a large penis,” she replied. “Hey you haven’t seen my penis,” I retorted. “No, but Terri’s is very descriptive during her sessions,” Sam giggled. “She had to describe every bump, the taste, and even tell me how hot it felt.” Embarrassed, I just kind of stared at her, before sitting down and taking a gulp of my wine. “Comparing, notes are we,” I asked Sam unsure if I was talking to my date or my therapist. “Not, yet but do tell,” Sam replied. I began telling Sam about the day I met Terri: As I said I had been with Michelle about five years and laid down an ultimatum, either she could support me against her father’s demands or we were done. Michelle begged me not to make her choose as she loved us both dearly, but it was something that I could no longer tolerate. Her father was demanding that I quit my job with the fractional, even though I had just been promoted to Captain on the Sovereign and work for the family company, of which I would have to be a First Officer for ten years or so since Captains were not retiring. He also demanded that we live in the family home town, in a house he picked out and bought for his daughter and we would be married properly in a good Catholic wedding, oh I was to become Catholic, and of course follow the church’s rules on conception, I guess he did not know his daughter was on the pill, but blamed me to birth control. We would have exactly two kids, in which I was suppose to stop sleeping with his daughter since the church forbade birth control and own a Cocker Spaniel, really a Golden Retriever was not good enough. I fought every time the man tried to influence our lives and even returned the Breitling Aviator he bought me as a Christmas present one year, I should have kept the damn watch. He went so far as to buy a $20K diamond engagement ring and slipped it into my jacket one evening. Michelle found it and awkward! That is when I blew up. Michelle choose, and I moved to Florida shortly afterward. I had some paid vacation from my company so it was not too big of a deal to miss an extra week of work, but it also did not help being a junior Captain and expected to pull call. I basically volunteered to fly the next 5 Christmas, New Years, and Thanksgivings for two weeks off. I moved here due to the location to a major airport with daily flights to Atlanta and the cheap Apartment rent. I met Terri almost the very next day at the same coffee shop we’ve shared breakfast together for the last ten years. All of the outside tables were taken and Terri was sitting alone, I figured what the hell, “Mind if I sit and have coffee with you,” I asked. Terri just looked up and nodded, “uh huh.” “I’m Dave, I just moved into town,” I told her. “Really,” Terri remarked, “I’m Terri X.” “Pleased to meet you Terri,” I responded and she seemed to wait for something else. We sat and chatted and it just seemed that Terri was waiting for something to click. I didn’t know it at the time but she was a psudo celebrity and expected me to know her name when she announced it to me. Nope didn’t ring a bell. As I finished my coffee I thanked Terri for a wonderful breakfast and excused myself. Terri merely looked up and asked, “Do you listen to 10X.X FM?” “No, I just arrived in town, I am still unpacking,” I stated. “Well, if you can find a radio then at 10 AM tomorrow tune in,” she stated. I went back to the apartment and unpacked until I nearly collapsed, but I had to get the U-haul turned in that day. I crashed on the floor and slept in. I had forgotten about Terri until I went to make coffee in the morning. Remembering her advise and was nearly 10 AM I ran down to the Jeep, my only radio and tune in the channel. That is when I heard; “This has been the morning show with Terri X and Don Y at 10X.X FM WXXX. For that newcomer to the area meet me at the same table and I’ll show you around town.” ‘Shit’ I cussed and I ran back up stairs quickly cleaned up, threw on some clothes I pulled out of a box and raced to the restaurant. There was Terri sitting at the same table sipping a coffee. “Well hi Dave, ready?” “Sure,” I replied. Terri turned one way then hesitated, “Yeah my car, not the most clean, let’s take yours.” So I walked her to my Jeep as Terri commented, “Oh a Wrangler.” “Yep a YJ” I replied. Back then I owned an YJ Wrangler Renegade which in 2000 I traded in on my TJ. “Seems you’ve done a little work,” Terri stated. “Yeah, jacked her up 6” running 35” tires, 9,000 lbs Warn winch, lockers, ready to concur any trail,” I beamed. “Well jacking it up six inches helps… You know, I know this great trail out by the lake,” Terri admitted. It didn’t take me too long to decide, unpack the apartment or let this gal show me an off-road trail. “Let’s go,” I said enthusiastically. “We’ll need to get some lunch to take along,” Terri recommended. I had the cooler in the back so that was not a problem. We stopped at the 7-11 and picked up so sandwiches, cokes, and adult beverages. Then Terri showed me the same trail that you and I took the other day. Terri squealed in enjoyment as the Jeep bumped around the dusty trail and I swore I could see her nipples getting hard under her light tee shirt. Terri kept giving me directions, turn left here, no back that way a few times chewing on her lip before pointing toward a rock climb up a hill, there. “You think your six inches can take those rocks,” Terri asked seductively. I shifted down into low and hit the air lockers, “That and the 35” mudders will make short work of that pile of rocks,” I calmly reported. I looked right at her before releasing the clutch and yep her nipples were hard, damn was she even wearing a bra when we met at the coffee shop? I thought to myself she must have been, I would have noticed. The YJ took the rock climb with ease; I didn’t even need the lockers. We crested the hill and the pine forest surrounding the lake was just beautiful. I shut down the engine and Terri jumped out of the Jeep in a single hop, “Goodie, we found it.” I set the brake and stepped out of the Jeep listening to the birds chirping, wind rustling the pine needles and looked up to see Terri’s pair of well endowed breasts bouncing toward me as she leapt into arms and just planted a wet kiss right on me. All I really remember of the kiss was how wet her lips were and that the tasted like cherries. Terri’s leap pushed me unsteadily onto the bumper of the Jeep as she continued to assault my lips. I figured what the hell and eagerly responded to her kissing. My cock was quickly rising to the occasion as Terri kissed and rubbed her melons into my chest. It did not take Terri long at all to notice my stiffing rod and she jovially announced, “You did bring something for me.” Terri licked my neck, bit my shirt stuck her tongue in my belly button, before her hands came to rest on my pulsing pole. “Oh Dave, you didn’t tell me the truth,” Terri seductively soothed, “this is defiantly more than a six inch lift. You’re packing a good eight, no nine maybe ten inches down here.” I tell you I have a few ohhs, more than my share of ouches, but never a feel me up measurement as Terri walked her hands across my cock carefully calculating penis to hand length in her mind. The woman was good at math. With a one two movement Terri flipped her tee shirt off releasing her healthy melons and unbuttoned, unzipped and lowered my pants and boxers in a smooth move. My cock just hung out in the open air in front of this horney vixen as she studies my cock commenting on its appearance to me. Terri made a full physical examination, holding it up, checking my balls, stroking it lightly before gazing at it seriously; I swore I thought I was getting a full check over by the penis doctor. At that comment Sam giggled. Terri rubbed my balls lightly and gave my cock good long strokes all the way from base to tip almost like she was trying to milk it. With pouty lips she glowered, “No precum for Terri, was I not a good girl? Don’t I get sweets.” I just looked at her, “I never have precum,” again like I was discussing problems with the doctor. “That’s OK, Terri will fix that,” and she slobbered all of my cock before diving her mouth around me. Terri gave me a few hard sucks then allowed my cock to audibly pop out of her mouth. The hot warm of her mouth was almost as intoxicating as the audible slopping and popping noised her mouth was making which was soon joined with a squish squish. I looked down and Terri had managed to slip out of her shorts and was madly fingering her bald pussy. I let out a loud groan. “Oh yeah, daddy likes it while I suck his big cock and finger myself wet, don’t he?” “Oh hell yeah baby, take my cock,” I groaned. That was all of the encouragement that Terri needed, she sucked hard on my dick, backed it out until just the purple head was at her lips then feed its length right into her mouth and down her throat. I could feel her esophagus pumping my cock as it slid deep toward her belly until her chin bumped right into my balls, the squish squish of her fingering herself never ceasing. Terri looked up at me with those deer brown eyes almost as wide as her mouth stretched taut around my dick buried in her. “Yeah baby deep throat my cock as you finger your pussy,” I hollered. As soon as I did I could feel her pulling my cock back out of her throat, sliding it all of the way out of her mouth as she spat on it yelling, “It’s a cunt not a pussy. It ain’t got no hair.” Then she just swallowed my meat to the hilt again. ‘OK got it, cunt not pussy,’ I thought. It did not take long with Terri deep throating my cock before I could feel the well of my seed to start to bubble up. “I’m cumming I yelled,” to warn her and Terri just redoubled her mad assault on my cock. I felt the first squirt shoot straight into her belly and I swear I could almost hear a ‘splash.’ As the second and third salvo fired out Terri was choking my cock back out of her mouth. Four and five splashed against her tonsils, six landed in her hungry mouth as she exclaimed “mmmm”, seven and eight flew the inches between her lips and my pulsing purple head with the final shot landing on her face. Terri was screaming as the squish squish ended and four of her finger were buried in her pussy… er cunt. I have never cum so hard or so long in my life and I felt fully drained. My cock immediately started to soften as Terri hissed, “You’re not done yet mother fucker.” Terri literally pulled me to the ground by my cock as she laid flat onto the ground. “Eat that cunt,” she ordered and as I went to go down between her leg she added, “Oh where do you think you are going with that, it’s mine. Sixty-nine me fucker.” Terri didn’t have to tell me twice, I loved a sixty-nine but was used to a woman on top. I kicked out of my pants, fell my flaccid dick over her mouth and proceeded to eat her cunt. In college I had fuzz pie, trimmed pie, shaved labia pie and even hair pie (the worst, no one like to floss while they are eating.) But, I never had a bald eagle before and this was a new experience. Terri’s pussy, err cunt was so smooth and slick from her fingering. I gave it a test taste and Terri gobbled my dick right back into her mouth and started sucking on it hard. I howled and went to work, licking her slit, nibbling on her clit then her outer labia and finding her inner lips kissed and tongued them. I sucked on her lips, kissed them and tongued them before sticking my tongue deep into her pussy. A muffled moan escaped from Terri’s lips, vibrating my slowly returning cock. I continued to make love to her careful to follow her subtle cues. If she moved something under me to carefully to be kissed, licked, or sucked I did until she moaned in delight, then kept up the pace until she cued me to another part of her pussy. Before long I stuffed two fingers into her while my mouth concentrated on her clit. I was surprised by how loose Terri was with two fingers and quickly added a third which brought forth another moan. I curled my finger looking for that soft mushy spot right inside of her pussy toward her mons and soon found it. I started stroking it gently with the come here movement that most women seemed to enjoy and was soon rewarded with Terri moaning loudly and continuously. She has to spit out my cock and started yelling, “Shit, Shit Oh gawd, shit right there, awwww eeee.” Terri’s whole body stiffened and shook violently and warm juices flowed freely out of her cunt. “I forgot to give her the buzz job,” I thought, so I started buzzing my lips against her clit.

Watch out for part 7