The Mayflower

Fbailey story number 229


The Mayflower


I had worked for two summers on my uncle’s farm to save up enough money for my first car and my insurance too. She wasn’t much but I loved her. She was a 1966 Ford Mustang. There was lots of rust and the seats were worn badly but she was all mine. With four on the floor, bucket seats, and enough power to get up and go, I was in heaven. The engine was in the best shape of anything else in the car. I named her “The Mayflower.” I figured that with my own car I could start getting laid. If they got in they had to cum across.

I turned sixteen in late March and had my license before the end of school. Dad helped me locate some better seats than I had and even helped me put them in. They were red and my car was sort of a blue color but what did I care. At least they wouldn’t mess up my clothes. Besides no girl in her right mind would have sat on those worn out seats.

My very first passenger was my little sister Pamela. She was fourteen years old and kind of cute in her own way. Her tits weren’t too bad either.

As soon as she got in and attached her seat belt I told her, “My car is called The Mayflower because if you get in you’ve got to cum across.”

Pamela asked, “Just what do you have in mind?”

I smiled at her and said, “How about I just feel of your tits while I drive?”

Pamela smiled at me and said, “You want to feel me up for a lousy ride?”

I smiled and said, “Well you can get out and go shopping with mom if you want to.”

Pamela huffed a little and said, “Okay but you better not tell anyone that I let you feel me up. That’s how Stacey got her reputation.”

So I started the car and pulled out of our driveway. Pulled out is correct because my father told me that I should always back into the driveway. First it is always better to drive out and see what is going on rather than back up and hit something. Then there is the fact that sometimes things go wrong and I might need a jump or a tow, well in that case it is easy to get to the engine compartment if you back in. Actually it makes perfect sense to always back into the driveway.

About a block from home I got the car in forth gear and then reach over with my right hand to cup my sister’s tits. I held each one in my hand and give them a little squeeze. She had a nice handful. After the red light and getting back into forth gear again I reach over and slipped my hand up under her shirt. She starts to get upset but I remind her about cumming across. So she lets me slip my hand under her shirt to feel of her bra. After the next red light I reach under her shirt and under her bra too, popping one cup up above her tit. She didn’t like that at all and she told me so as I continued to fondle her bare breast. Fortunately for me I got to drive for a few blocks that time without a stop sign or a stoplight to stop me. That gave me enough time to pop out her other tit and to feel of it for a while too.

As we approached the shopping mall I had to downshift. That gave Pamela a chance to readjust her bra and put her tits back in place before I got parked. She was so afraid that someone might see her. I just laughed and thanked her for riding in The Mayflower.

She shopped for a couple of hours so I bought us lunch. Before I started the car I simple reached over and unhooked the back of her bra. She started to say something but she didn’t. As soon as I was in forth gear my hand was all over her tits. This time Pamela knew what to expect and just allowed it. I would shift the car and return to her tits. Then about a block away for the house she told me to stop. I knew very well that she wanted me to stop playing with her tits so that she could put them away. However I pulled over to the curb and stopped instead. Then I leaned over, lifted her shirt and started sucking on her nipples. At first she resisted then as she realized how good it felt she cradled the back of my head like a nursing mother might. She let me suck on her nipples for about five minutes then she said that my time was up because she had to go to the bathroom. So I backed off and watched her adjust her tits in the cups, reattach the bra, and then adjust her shirt properly.

I drove the rest of the way home, backed the car into the driveway, and then got out to open up her door. As Pamela leaned into the backseat for her packages I got to see her panties as her skirt rose up.

I reached out and cupped her ass, she turned around, and said, “You’ve been paid buddy boy, save that for our next trip.”

“Oh hell yes.” Well I only thought that I didn’t really say it out loud. I then helped Pamela into the house with her packages and up to her bedroom.

Mom requested a fashion show so Pamela changed into one of her outfits and marched downstairs to show her. Mom criticized the length of her micro miniskirt so she came into my room to get my opinion. Hell she could not possible wear anything “too” short. I watched her walk around, turn, and then bend over right in front of me giving me a perfect view of her panty-covered ass. Being a smart-ass I asked her to squat down and spread her knees for me and she did. Now that was nice. I had a completely unobstructed view of her panties-covered pussy. I could see a spot of moisture on her panties and just smiled. Finally I told her that it perfect and she smiled.

After that, one by one mom got a fashion show downstairs and then I got a better fashion show upstairs in my bedroom. I was sure that mine was a lot better though. I watched as that wet spot grew on her crotch too. Pamela would lift her tops to show me her new bras or just to show me her body. When she was finished showing mom her new purchases Pamela removed her last blouse and skirt right in front of me. Then she removed her bra, faced me, and massaged the underside of her breasts complaining about the under wire cutting into her skin. I just admired her light pink nipples and the tiny dime size areolas around them.

As she started out the door I asked, “What about your panties?”

She turned back toward me, smiled, and said, “Next time.”

Things were cool during the week then on Friday Pamela asked me for a ride to the shopping mall on Saturday for her and her friend Heidi.