Vicky_(1)

As I walked out across the parking lot to my route home, I saw four others, Danny a trumpeter, Vicky a petite black haired sax player, Clunk another drummer like me (his real name is George) and Al, a tubist. They were getting into Clunks beat up old Chrysler (hence his name). The car was a monster so I figured there’d be room for me and I asked for a ride. I ended up in the back seat with Danny and Vicky. She was in the middle.

Even before we got going, Danny had his hand on Vicky’s leg pushing up the little red skirt she had on. I had heard that Vicky was a – let’s just say she had a reputation – and anyway, she didn’t seem to mind his touching her that way. In fact, she put her hand on his crotch. So what the heck, I reached over and grabbed a tit. I guess she really liked that because it wasn’t long before both of her hands were engaged in our crotches.

As the car pulled out of the lot, Danny said, “Let’s go to the farm.” Al turned around and leered. Clunk smiled in the rear-view mirror.

Vicky flopped down across the back seat with her head in Danny’s lap and her legs across mine. Danny was somehow trying to get her bra off and I was staring at her silky black panties. Her tits emerged and Danny was playing with them. Vicky helped him take off her top. Vicky parted her legs a bit. Her panties were clinging to her sex – the shape of her

tauntingly revealed. I put my hand on her belly and rubbed the silk lower and lower as she took one deep breath after another.

Vicky let me reach thru the leg holes and play there – it was so exciting and she was so nice and wet – but it was uncomfortable at that angle and I really wanted to see.