Hudson Rendesvous Part Three

James was pumping gas into a 1939 Chevrolet as he watched the Hudson pull out of the station and proceed west on U.S. 54. He thought that strange, as she had pulled into the station while coming from that direction. "Maybe she decided that she didn't have time to go wherever she was headed before she pulled into here," he thought, "or perhaps she decided she needs to take a good shower now." James had a big smile on his face as he placed the nozzle back on the hook, and the customer apparently thought the smile was intended for him, and returned it with one of his own as he paid James. The Chevy was pulling out as Frank came around to the front, on foot. He smiled at James as they entered the station together. Frank stuck a nickel into the slot of the pop machine, and lifting the lid, slid a bottle down the slot and into a turnstile. He pulled the bottle out, opened it using the cap opener on the side of the pop case, and took a swig. It was then that the stranger made his first comment about fucking Nancy. "She left a come taste in my mouth. I don't mind the taste of pussy lingering for a bit, but I needed to wash myself down." He took another swig. James found himself smiling at the stranger's openness and good humor; "Wash yourself down, that's funny. I will say, she looked beautiful on top of you." Frank raised the bottle, in a salute to James, "Yeah, she looked beautiful from my angle too. Wish I could have been in two places at once, to see it all. Do you know her?" James nodded, "I've seen her at my church with her husband and two little girls, but I don't think she's ever noticed me." Frank chuckled as he dropped another nickel into the slot of the soda machine. "Well, she'll notice you from now on. After we were done fucking and getting dressed I asked her if she knew you, because you had been watching us." James's heart leaped into his throat. 'She knows!' "I even gave her a description of what all you could see, on top of me and her coming and all that. I didn't tell her that I had invited you to watch. I just said that I had spotted you when she climbed on top of me. She was really embarrassed, thought you might belong to her church, but didn't realize it until she thought about it." "She doesn't have any reason to worry, I'll never tell anyone. I don't have any close buddies that I talk to about that stuff, James said, as he accepted the coke that Frank had just purchased for him. "Well, she's worried about it," Frank replied. "I believe you when you say you'll keep quiet about what you saw, you seem to have a head on your shoulders. Something like this could destroy her marriage." Frank hesitated, and then thought of something. "I spotted you when I was sitting on the seat and she was sucking me off, but how long were you there, how much did you see before that." James decided to be honest. "I first started watching when you called her a 'three finger girl.'" Frank grinned, remembering his comment, which to some women would have been an 'insult.' "For that long? Damn, you got to see a lot then." "Not all. I had to take care of a car, and when I got back, you were just getting ready to stick it in her the first time." "It's a good thing she doesn't know you watched all that. What I did tell her is bad enough. She'll be worrying about it for a while, I imagine." James could tell that Frank was sincerely worried about Nancy's reputation and decided to confide in him in order to reassure him. James told Frank about Nancy's display at the gas pumps, and Frank speculated that Nancy might have been deliberately displaying herself to James while he cleaned the windshield. Frank went on to say that women often do that as harmless sport, with no intention of going further with the viewer. After thinking about it for a minute, Frank said that Nancy might have been aroused because of showing herself to James, and as a result she had been caught at a weak moment at the outhouse. . "It sounds like you may have softened her up for me," Frank said, as he shook James hand. "I'll drop by from time to time and keep you posted on how Nancy and I are doing, if she sees me again." James watched and waved as the Ford coupe came around the station, stopped at the highway to let a car pass, and headed east. With a big smile on his face, James watched as the Ford disappeared in the distance, then he re-entered the station, picked up the bottle Frank had purchased for him, and took a swig. Bottle still at his mouth, he choked on a swallow. The green Hudson was pulling into the station from the west! ? James set the bottle onto the counter. He knew why she was back; at least he thought he knew. "Maybe she has car trouble," he hoped. Vain thought, it was a new car. Heart pounding, James headed for the car as Nancy pulled to the side of the station where she wouldn't block the pumps. She was climbing out of the Hudson as James approached. Nancy looked at him and bluntly said, "Let's go back inside, out of the sun." James let her pass, and watched her ass as he followed her inside. He hadn't been able to tell from her expressionless face what mood she was in, but he hoped she wasn't mad. Regardless, no matter what she has to say, I will always have the memory of everything I saw today, both in and out of the outhouse! Keeping her legs together, Nancy sat down on the wide, knee high window ledge that served as a display to customers at the pumps. James moved to the counter, staying on her side of it, and leaned with his elbow, watching her. "Do you know me," she asked? "Yes ma'am, I've seen you at my church." James looked directly at her, trying to let her know with his expression that she had nothing to fear from him. "I thought so. Then, you've seen me with my.family?" James nodded, then said, "Yes ma'am, your little daughters are real cute." Nancy studied his face, then cast her eyes downward. "Can I trust you to be discreet?" Her voice was soft. Raising her head, she looked up at him, imploringly. "Yes ma'am. I won't do anything to imperil your marriage." (James liked his use of the word "imperil." He had excelled in English class in high school, and it was the first time he had used the word). Nancy continued to look into his eyes, a look of relief beginning to show. "I believe you. I just want you to know that I've never done anything like that before, and I won't again." "There's no reason to be ashamed," James said, "Frank seems like a nice man. If he made you happy, why not see him again?" Nancy stared at him with a look of surprise on her face; "Do you know him? You said his name." James shook his head, "No ma'am, I never saw him before today. He came around and talked to me after you left. He said that he had told you that I was watching and that you were afraid I knew who you are and would tell someone." Nancy stared at the floor while she digested what James had just said. "That was nice of him. Maybe he does care." She eyed James speculatively, "How long.When did you start watching us?" James looked at her, drinking in her beauty while he debated with himself; 'Should I tell her that I started watching from about the time Frank first spotted me, or the truth?' He chose the truth, wanting her to know just how much he had really seen. Using deductive reasoning, he instinctively sensed that she just might be fishing for stimulating information, either for now, or for use in a later fantasy; "I saw you almost from the beginning. When I didn't see your Hudson leave after several minutes, I grew concerned, because I knew that a man, Frank, had also gone to the back. I wanted to make sure that you weren't in any kind of trouble. I even carried a steel pipe along to use as a club," he looked at her intently, "in case I needed it. I looked around the corner of the station and saw the two of you just as you were sitting on the car seat and he squeezed in between your legs to kiss you." Nancy looked glassy eyed.remembering, "That was the first time he kissed me." James was surprised. He had naturally assumed that Frank had already been kissing Nancy, and turning her on, before he had gotten her to the point of sitting in a position of concealment in the Ford. "You had already decided to.go all the way with him before even kissing him?" "Yes. I know that must sound really strange to you, but I just wanted to have another man in me. I wasn't looking to fall in love, or anything, I already have a husband and children." There was a pause.Nancy felt embarrassed, as she realized how that must sound to a young man that probably had done no more than kissed a girl or squeezed a tit. She looked into his face; "I'm talking to you like you're a good friend, a girlfriend my own age. I don't believe it!" James wanted desperately to convince her of his maturity. He didn't want her to think of him as a mere kid fresh out of high school. She had begun to talk to him and treating him as an equal. "I probably understand more than you think. I read a lot of books and I try to relate to how people feel." Nancy realized that she didn't know his name: "James," he said in response. She decided that she could talk freely to this perceptive young man. "Did you." she paused, then continued. "I was going to ask you something but just remembered something else I wanted to ask first. Could you hear us talking? How much could you hear?" James was blunt, but tried to look cordial. "I could hear.everything." Nancy blushed, then glanced at his crotch and back to his face. I guess I have no secrets from you then, about." James cut in, wanting her to know just how much he did know about her relationship with her husband. He sensed that somehow this might allow him to be closer to her, maybe even in an intimate way. "I heard what you had to say about your husband and your marriage and I understand. Your secret, your secrets are safe with me." James could see what looked like tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Despite that, he could feel his penis tingling. "I heard what you said about how, about how your husband thinks sex with, with your mouth is a perversion. I heard a lot more, but, well, that's enough. I just want you to know that I understand why when you made a date to keep seeing Frank." "Then you don't condemn me, even though I go to your church and you know I'm married and have children?" "No Ma'am. If I was older, I'd be wishing my name was Frank." There, James had done it, expressed his desire for her. He held his breath. Tears or not, Nancy apparently decided to fly with what she had to say next. She had something in mind, a hastily conceived plan. With a sigh, she asked, "Did you become aroused when you were watching us?" "Yes ma'am." There was no hesitation from James with his answer. "Nancy. You can call me Nancy when we're alone." "Yes.Nancy. I watched everything you did, except once when I had to pump some gas." James decided to become more blunt, sensing that she wanted to hear; "I had to leave for a few minutes right after Frank put his, his third finger inside.you." Nancy looked shocked. "You could hear everything we said, even then?" "Yes. I was only about 20 feet away then, and later, about six feet." "At six feet you were behind the barrels," Nancy said, her eyes showing realization at just how close James had been, and how much detail he could have seen. "Yes. I was behind the barrel when you threw the rubber on it. It landed just inches from my head," he smiled at Nancy, "Right in front of my eyes." Her eyes lit up as she began to appreciate the humor of the situation. She laughed, and her beautiful face looked lovelier than James had ever seen it. He joined in with her laughter. After they had calmed a little, Nancy spoke to him, a big grin still on her face; "You said you were aroused," she glanced at his blue jeans, eye level to her and just three feet away, "like you are now. You must have been miserable, squatting behind a barrel and bulging like that." James grew more excited. Suddenly the subject of sex had come around to include him! "I was. When Frank spotted me I stood up and played with myself." James felt his face turn red as he realized the personal nature of the admission he had just made to her. He also was aware that he had actually been behind the corner of the station when Frank had first spotted him, but decided that Nancy's visualization was more stimulating. "Don't be embarrassed about admitting what you did," Nancy said, as she realized his embarrassment. "I've been playing with myself a lot lately, and I'm supposed to have a husband to take care of me, so I guess it's certainly alright for you to do it. What were we doing when you.stood up?" James could feel blood pumping to every part of his body. His penis was rock hard, and straining to be let out. "You were on top of him. I moved closer and could have reached out and touched you. I could see every detail." He paused, remembering, then wanting to give her an intimate 'description.' "I could see how your..how your..." "My vagina?" "Yes, your vagina was wrapped around him. It looked like he was stretching it way out, and I was surprised that it wasn't hurting you." Nancy thought about being on top of Frank, remembering how good he had felt, "It didn't hurt. I came really fast that time." "I know, I barely beat you. I had to hurry and get out of there before you spotted me." It began to dawn on her that Frank had told her he had seen James peeking, but that he had not mentioned how close James had been. "Did Frank know you were there at that time, and that close?" Nancy asked. James decided to gamble and be truthful. He sensed that the truth might not mess up Frank's future chances with Nancy; "Actually, Frank invited me with his finger to get that close. I think he wanted me to enjoy it more, and it seemed to make him more excited." This was the most open and exciting conversation that he had ever had with a female, even better than with the woman who had masturbated for him when he was just turning 15. "What do you plan to do with that?" Nancy nodded her head at his bulging jeans. James looked at her, a hopeful look in his eyes; "I'll take care of it as soon as you leave, unless." he paused, trying to look as needy as any male ever looked! Nancy looked at his face, and then down at his bulge, debating with herself. He knew what she might be thinking and opened himself up to her. "I'm afraid that I'm nowhere near as big as Frank." James hated to make the admission, but thought, more specifically hoped, that she would be finding out for herself in due course. He added, "I'm still young and hope to keep growing." Nancy smiled at him. "I doubt that many men are as big as Frank, let alone boys that are still growing." Nancy looked into his eyes, trying to let him know that she understood his concern, about size. "You probably don't have a rubber, do you?" James's heart sank. To get this close, and to lose out because of that! He remembered the time that a salesman had come to the station, wanting his dad to install a machine for rubbers in the men's outhouse. His dad had said no, of course, being a religious man, and not wanting to encourage promiscuous sex. He didn't know James could overhear them in the office from his location under the car in the station bay. James wished with all his heart that his dad had agreed. "No, no rubbers. I don't expect you to do anything with me. I promise you I won't tell anyone about what I saw, ever." "Come here." James took two steps over to her, very aware of how his penis was being tightly squashed in his jeans as he moved. Nancy unzipped him, reached in and pulled it out. "Feels like you are already all the way up." Holding his cock in her hand, she appraised him, "It's as big as my husband's, that should make you feel better, to know that you're a man in size." She looked up at his face, "And how old are you?" "18." "When?" "I turned 18 in April." "So you are barely 18. You'll probably grow some more, too, until you're 19, maybe 20." She squeezed him, and watched as pre-coital fluid poured out of the end of his cock and fell onto her skirt. She didn't seem to mind. "This is only the third penis I have ever touched. I just want you to know that. I don't play around." James didn't care about that. He knew what he wanted, and the chances were looking better with each moment. "Can I put it in you, just for a little while? I've never been inside a girl.a woman before." "You've never been inside a girl?" She looked surprised, then added, "Well, around here I'm not surprised. We raise our daughters right." "But can I put it in you?" Nancy shook her head; "You'd probably come right away. I couldn't risk that." Nancy gently stroked him, studying the shaft, "You're not circumcised. My husband is, and Frank was, too." "Well, that could make me a first for you." Even though he had no experience, James wanted to fuck her badly, even if she was a "three finger girl." "I'll tell you what I think I'd like. I want you to remember me as the first woman you ever made love to. You'll carry that memory for the rest of your life, and that would make me happy, to know that I was in your memories. But you can't come in me. I'll let you do a few strokes, to feel my, to see what if feels like, and then I'll take care of you by hand. Is that alright with you?" James would agree to anything that she proposed, "That would be great! Do you want to do it here? I could probably reach you sitting there if I put the chair cushion under my knees and kneeled between your legs." Nancy giggled, "In the window? That would certainly be something to see if someone drove up!" James was trying to come up with an alternative, and almost on cue, an old Plymouth slowed to pull into the station. Nancy released his penis and James quickly stepped behind the counter to wedge his rigid member into his pants. Stepping out from behind the counter, he placed a nickel into the soda machine, pulled out a coke, uncapped it, and handed it to Nancy. Picking up his previously opened bottle, James went out to the Plymouth, carrying the bottle "casually" in front to hide his bulge. James was pumping gas as Nancy walked out of the office. His heart leaped. Is she leaving? As Nancy drew alongside the Plymouth, she raised her arm above the roof of the car, so that the driver wouldn't see, and pointed to the rear of the station. A few seconds later, James heard the Hudson start. 'She's leaving!' His heart sank, until he saw the Hudson drive to the rear of the station. He set records for checking oil, water, tires, and cleaning a windshield. James gave the customer fast, courteous service. He was a "fill up" and deserved the full treatment. 4100 1.78/512345