heehee... so I'm having dinner with a friend last nite in OC and after dinner we're cruising back to her place about to make a right onto Jamboree. very casually, she asks, "so what's the pick up like on one these cars? how's the acceleration?"

an ear to ear smile creeps across my face and without even looking over at her, I say, "hold on."

apparently, she didn't hear me because she says, "huh, what did you sa...?"

before she could finish her sentence I stomp on the throttle in 1st and out of the corner of my eyes all I can see is a cloud of hair fly forward as she's thrown back in her seat...

pulled 2nd gear chirps and a smaller whisp of hair flies briefly forward. pull it up to about 70 mph... then I stop at the next light, turn to her and say, "that's the first three gears... wanna see the next three?" still big smile on my face...

as she slowly untangles the veil of hair in front of her face she politely declines and agrees, "nice pick up..."

I'm still staring at her and in my mind I'm screaming to myself... "come on, ask me about the brakes!!! ask me about the BRAKES!!!"

too bad but she never does...

 

Cool story.

 

you should write **** novels.


"her light brown hair flew back as i pressed the accelerator pedal further and further down... i looked into her eyes and she let out a slight gasp as i took her breath away..."

 

LOL..."next thing I know her head is between my legs.......as I pressed hard on the accelation padle."

 

my favorite question for a girl to ask is "how fast is this car"

 

was it THAT obvious that I wanted to jump her bones too?! LOL.

but there is also something damned sexy about pounding that pedal and opening the throttle... all the way... and thrusting the shiftknob into those eagerly awaiting gears... "you like that? you want me to shift more?! harder?! who's your daddy?!"

uh, oops... sorry got carried away... *ahem* yeah, it was a nice time.