Ginger's car was a piece of shit. We were both twenty-four, but her car was a relic from a decade ago, barely holding together with duct tape and prayers. She begged the car to start, turning the key again and again, but it just wouldn't budge.
I leaned back in the passenger seat, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face. Ginger's bare legs from her daisy dukes were pumping the gas, her perfect arms in the sunlight. She was so fucking hot. I couldn't help but stare at her, taking in every inch of her body.
"Dammit, Ginger," I said, laughing. "Your car is a piece of junk."
"Hey, Tim," she said, smiling at me. "I have an idea."
She reached over and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling my cock out into the sunlight. I was already hard, just from looking at her. She began stroking me slowly, her soft hands running up and down my shaft.
"Sit back, relax," she said, her voice husky and low.
Ginger leaned down and took me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around my cock. She sucked me slowly at first, then faster and faster, her head bobbing up and down. I groaned, feeling my orgasm building up inside me.
"Come for me, Tim," she said, her voice muffled by my cock. "C'mon baby."
I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed her head and thrust my hips forward, fucking her mouth. She moaned, her eyes closed in pleasure. I came hard, my cum filling her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her tongue swirling around my cock, cleaning me up.
Ginger sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She grinned at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Well, that was one way to pass the time," she said, laughing.
I looked down at my still-hard cock, then back up at Ginger.
"You're not done yet, are you?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.
I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Good," she said, her voice dripping with desire. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
Ginger reached down and pulled off her daisy dukes, her bare pussy glistening in the sunlight. She straddled me, her wet pussy hovering over my cock. She rubbed her clit, her moans filling the car.
"Fuck, Tim," she said, her voice breathless. "I need your cock inside me."
I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto me, feeling her tight pussy wrap around my cock. She rode me hard, her tits bouncing in my face. I reached up and grabbed them, squeezing them gently.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure.
I could feel my orgasm building up again, my balls tightening. Ginger must have felt it too, because she started riding me faster and harder, her pussy milking my cock.
"Come for me, Tim," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I want to feel you come inside me."
I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed her hips and thrust my hips up, fucking her hard. She moaned, her pussy clenching around my cock. I came hard, my cum filling her pussy. She collapsed onto me, her breathing ragged.
We sat there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat. Ginger looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Well, that was one way to fix a car," she said, laughing.
I looked down at her, my cock still inside her.
"I think we might need a new car," I said, grinning.
Ginger laughed, her body shaking with pleasure.
"I think you might be right," she said, kissing me deeply.
And with that, we sat there in the sun, our bodies entwined, enjoying the warmth and the pleasure of each other's company. The car might have been broken, but our bodies weren't. And that was all that mattered.