Trip Home Part three

Trip Home part 3


I was sitting on our back porch drinking a Dr Pepper when I heard a faint noise from next door at the Craters. The Craters were an elderly couple who had a daughter late in life. Sable was 22 and in her 3rd year in college. I knew the Craters were in Hawaii on vacation. That meant that the voice had to be Sables. Sable was a tall blond with a fine body tight ass and long legs she was made for Mini Skirts.

I went over to the fence and looked over, the first thing I saw was a green MG with the front door open. I noticed movement near the door I moved my position and I did a double take. I could see a pair of long legs that met together at the Y. The skirt was folded over her butt and she wasn’t wearing panties. Her ass was twitching back and forth and I could hear her saying Hey. I ran next door and up the drive and didn’t hesitate a second .

I dropped my pants and rammed it home I heard her draw in her breath and say “Whoa!” I slid my hands up under her shirt and grasped her bra less titties. Her nipples were like bullets I rolled them around between my thumbs and fingers, while I continued to stroke into her. I pulled my hands back out and stroked the beautiful tanned globes of her ass. I ran my hands up and down her legs they were
so smooth .

She moved her ass from side to side as if she was trying throw me off of her. I hung on and continued to stroke in and out of her. I could feel her legs beginning to collapse I grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks and held her up as she orgasmed . I continued to hold her up as I stroked into her. I began to slow down trying to last as long as I could. I felt so lucky that Sable was allowing me to screw her.

“Hang on Sable I’m Cumming.” I held on and released and filled her with my cum…. I slid out of her and said Thanks…She was cursing me “I wasn’t calling you to fuck me…My Hair is caught and I can’t get up.”

I went to the other side of the car and she told me what had happened. She had reached in to pick up her glasses she had dropped. The emergency brake was about half way up. She had lost her balance and her waist length hair fell over her head and she fell on to the emergency brake and it jammed her hair… she couldn’t get her balance to raise the brake.

I lifted the brake only to find her hair was wrapped around the shaft of the emergency brake. She was not too happy when I told her I would have to cut her hair to get it out. She said, “If you can clear it without cutting it… I just might let you screw me again.”

I worked with her hair using my fingers and an icepick for almost an hour till I finally got a hold of the right strand after that it was easy.