| Lesbian: Exotic Erotic: Helen on Wheels (1/3) |
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Helen was the woman who made me believe in love at first sight. I met her at a classic car show where she was standing beside her machine. It was as if fate had brought us together because I wasn’t even remotely interested in classic autos, but I had decided to go to the car show because the sponsors were hosting a rockabilly band I had wanted to see. The promoters of classic car shows had started to cash in on rockabilly scene’s love of classic autos and music by providing venues for the subculture’s bands. It was pretty cool. You could go hang out, look at classic cars, and catch a rockabilly band. It was a fun and relatively inexpensive way to spend a day. After the band I had gone to see had played, I was headed towards my car when I laid my eyes on Helen. She was a tall drink of water that looked like Xena disguised as an auto mechanic. She looked so cute in her oil stained army green coveralls that I decided I had to find a way to talk to her even though I knew nothing about cars. “Nice car. What make is it?” I asked hoping I wasn’t too obvious. “A 1956 Desoto Firedome.” Helen was still tinkering under the hood with what I think was a wrench and a bolt. “I’m Jessie,” I said. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. My name is Helen.” “Nice to meet you. How long have you had your car?” I had never heard of a Desoto and couldn’t care less. I wanted to keep her talking until I had the nerve to ask her out. “About three years. I’ve been restoring it little by little because it’s such a hard and time consuming task. It’s a labor of love though. This is the first time I have displayed it at a car show.” Helen closed the hood with a thundering bang. “It’s a beautiful car. Your hard work appears to have paid off.” I was beginning to lose my nerve and give up on asking her out. “Thank you. You know the show is pretty much done and everyone seems to be leaving. Would you like to go for a ride?” Helen stripped off her coveralls to reveal her rockabilly attire. Her Capri jeans fit snuggly against her abs and butt while her red button up shirt, tied in a knot above her belly button, accentuated her ample breasts. As she stood next to me, no longer hunched over her car’s motor, I realized how tall she was and how broad her shoulders were. Even though she was wearing ballet flats, she had to be six foot or better. “Yeah, that would be great.” I was relieved she was bolder than me and that I didn’t have to garner the courage ask her out. The two of us got into the car and cruised the city. The car had the smoothest ride I had ever experienced, but it was a land yacht. It felt like we were rolling around in a small ship, all we needed was a prow for the grill. The two of us talked in double entendre and flirted the whole time trying to find out if we had the same plans for the evening. It turned out we did. Helen drove us to a secluded area over looking the city where we parked the car and moved our conversation to the backseat. Nothing happened at first as we continued to talk about life in general. Suddenly, Helen planted |
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