RACING TO CLIMAX

Shelley wasn’t entirely keen on working this year at the Grand Prix. She’d done a stint years before as a grid girl and that was fun, but since becoming a librarian, she’d stopped all of that and left her lingerie and swimsuit modelling days behind.

But that afternoon, her friend Debbie begged her to fill in as a waitress in the Prestigious Motors corporate box. “It’ll be fun!” Debbie trilled. “There will be really hot guys to flirt with, and you said you needed a little extra cash.”

She was right. Shelley was saving to go to Europe and needed the money. And flirting with guys was always fun, she giggled to herself.

Now here she was, in a short skirt, low cut top and an apron serving drinks to rev heads. It felt just like the days when she was modelling. She felt the men’s eyes crawl up and down her body taking in every curve, every inch of bare skin. She watched them lick their lips as she leaned over to put a beer in front of them, letting them drink in her scent. She loved being wanted, she loved to tease.

The atmosphere was electric. The rev of the engines, the smell of fuel, the buzz of the crowd washed over her and she knew she was going to have some fun. Debbie had looked after her, and put her in the best corporate box with only five people to look after that day.

Debbie and Shelley had been friends since high school and had gotten up to all sorts of mischief together. Their parents had unsuccessfully tried to separate them when they were 19 because of a crazy spa party and an incriminating video; but that’s another story.

Lost in her thoughts, as she often was, Shelley hadn’t noticed the man in front of her until she felt the tea towel she was using to polish glasses being removed from her hands. She looked up into the dark eyes of the stranger in front of her as he slowly pulled the towel from her grip.

“Sorry. Can I borrow this? We’ve had a bit of a spill over there.” His deep voice soaked into her senses and she snapped out of her daydream.

“I’ll come and clean that up,” she smiled.

Dressed in a Prestigious Motors shirt which fit snugly over muscular shoulders; and tailored pants which showed an outline of his quads, Silvia was impressed.

“After you,” he offered, watching her walk away, so she swung her hips to make sure he didn’t miss anything.

The guys at the table were drunk and loud, yelling to be heard over the engines of the Formula One cars on the track beneath them. In between demands for more beer, they slurred names like Rosburg, Magnussen , Alonso; throwing down money for bets and challenging each other to drink more.

Shelley wondered where Debbie was. She said she’d be back with more beer an hour beforehand and the punters were getting thirsty. It didn’t help that they were spilling their beer either.

Shelley cleaned up the spilled lager and headed back to the bar to get another round for the table of rowdy guys.

“Do you want some help?” a voice behind her murmured.

She turned around and smiled at the man who was drinking in her gorgeous frame. She tossed her long, blonde hair back and looked him up and down. He was strong, powerful and sexy as hell. He was slightly removed from the guys at the table so she figured he must be the owner of the elite car company. She smiled to herself, though, because his name was embroidered on his shirt, which she thought was adorable. Ted, she thought to herself. You are well worth my attention today.

Interrupting her thoughts, a message came through on her phone. At last, Debbie had made contact.

CUM 2 DOWNSTAIRS FRIDGE. NEED U CARRY BEER.

Shelley shuddered at Debbie’s appalling grammar and spelling but welcomed a change of scenery. The Melbourne weather was hot and she was looking forward to cooling off a little.

“I’m fine,” she smiled at Ted. “But if you could man the fort until I get back, that would be awesome. I’m just heading down to the coolroom to get more beer for you guys.”

“Sure,” he grinned. “It’s in good hands.”

Those hands, she thought. God, I’d love to be in those hands!

Downstairs in the portable coolroom, Debbie was flustered. She had been dealing with a Japanese company who’d booked a corporate box and they were driving her insane. “They just want everything I don’t have!” she whined. “And they’ve drunk me out of fucking Asahi!”

Shelley hugged her friend, pulling her firm body against her and stroking her red hair. “I’ll swap with you, if you like, Deb,” she offered.

“Fuck no!” her friend laughed. “I’ve seen the big sexy man up there you get to play with! I wouldn’t take him away from you!”

“Oh my god, Deb. He’s so hot! I don’t know if it’s the vibrations of the car engines or Ted the car man, but I am so horny!”

“Maybe we could both take him, for old time’s sake?” Debbie giggled.

At that moment, the door swung open. Ted walked in, a little startled to see two women in front of him. “Oh, I thought you might need some help carrying stuff,” he muttered. His humility was just as sexy as his confidence.

“I was just leaving,” Debbie said, hurrying out the door, smiling cheekily. “Debbie needs some help carrying those cartons upstairs, though. Thanks.”

The door swung shut and sexual tension hung between the two in the crisp coolness of the refrigerated air. Shelley broke the silence.

“I’ll grab the Corona if you can bring the Johnnie Walker cans,” she said, a bit unsure what to do.

She moved to the pile of cartons and bent over to pick up the box. She felt him behind her. First, his crotch against the back of her legs, then his hands on her thighs. She stood up as his hands moved up the length of her body, moving around her front. She leaned back into him, his breath on her neck, his hardness pressing into her.

Moaning gently, her hands found their way behind her and stroked him above his pants. His breathing became heavier and he kissed her neck hard. Shelley grabbed Ted’s hand and guided it down her front and under her tight, black skirt. His fingers made their way under her lace knickers to stroke her wet pussy.

Behind them, the door opened, but they were too horny to notice. Debbie had returned and approached the couple, whose backs were facing her. She pushed her body with her big tits against Ted’s back and her hands went inside his pants to join Shelley’s.

Shelley smiled, knowing it was her friend. She could have predicted Deb wouldn’t stay away too long. She was the horniest woman Shelley knew.

Ted groaned in ecstasy as the two sexy young woman played with his cock; his fingers dipping deep in Shelley’s pussy, daring her to cum. As if on cue, Shelley squirted on his hand. “Lick it,” she whispered.

Drinking Shelley’s sweet orgasm off his skin, Ted noticed Debbie wanted some too. He offered her his hand and she sucked his fingers. Desperate for more, Shelley took Debbie’s face in her hands and kissed her. Ted watched as the two women licked each other’s lips, their hands everywhere.

The pile of beer cartons was at the perfect height for Shelley to hop up on and offer her pussy to Debbie, who responded by pulling off Shelley’s lace g-string and hungrily plunging her tongue inside. Ted stood back, watching Shelley’s pleasure as Debbie gently sucked, nibbled and licked her friend to orgasm.

Shelley came hard and the women kissed, sharing the cum between them. “Your turn,” Shelley whispered.

They swapped places. Debbie opened her legs and Shelley bent over to eat the soaking wet cunt in front of her; her own pussy glistening with juices and begging Ted to take it.

As if reading his mind, Shelley turned and looked at him, licking Debbie’s cream off her lips. “It’s yours,” she purred.

Ted took out his cock and drove it into her cunt. She yelped with pleasure and her tongue plunged deeper into Debbie who groaned with delight. Ted fucked harder, Shelley sucked and licked faster and the three moved in unison, begging for each thrust from each other.

Putting her fingers inside Debbie to bring her to the ultimate climax, Ted readied himself to cum with Shelley. Grabbing her tight little arse, his cock moved harder and faster inside her. She pushed back against him, her arse bouncing against him as he watched her munching on Debbie’s smooth, perfect pussy.

They came together.

Ted straightened up with Shelley, holding her against him. She turned back and kissed him. Debbie moved forward and kissed them both. He could taste each woman on the other’s lips and he felt a stirring in his cock.

Reading his mind, Debbie smiled, her hands moving to Shelley’s breast, circling her nipple with her finger. “We’ll need another beer run later,” she murmured.

Ted tidied himself up, grabbed two cartons of beer and headed to the door. “I’m in. I’ll meet you here,” he said.

As the door closed behind him, the girls started to laugh. “Just like old times!” Debbie giggled. “Better get back to work. Those engines are revving!”