Home, of course

Pete couldn't believe her ears. This dreamboat of a man was offering her a ride in his amazing car! Guys like him didn't offer rides to girls like her. Balding, chubby, middle-aged, he was way out of her league. Maybe he looked at her as some kind of charity case, someone he could help out because nobody else would. Sure, Pete knew she was attractive, and she dressed to impress. Most other women felt intimidated by her looks, something Pete had always used to catch men in the past. She wasn't afraid to go for a taken man, just for the sport. But her new friend, well, he was something else. The way his wrinkled suit hung over his slouching shoulders, the way he wore his hair just messy enough to really emphasise his bald spot, it made Pete feel like she was wearing a paper bag!

Her mother had always warned her to not trust strangers, but Pete knew this man was trustworthy. There was something about him, something honest, something true. He was staring hungrily at her breasts, and her ass. It was the kind of look that made Pete feel warm on the inside, appreciated. He obviously was a one of the good men that her mother had told her to look out for, and now she'd found him! And she didn't even know his name!

"How about my place?" Pete offered, feeling embarrassed to be inviting such a high class man to the trailer park, but couldn't think of any other place that she could take him. Pete didn't have a lot of money, so there was no way she could afford a hotel, and she would feel way too ashamed asking this kind stranger to pay for their time. If anything, she should be paying him for spending time with her!

"Sounds great," the man said, opening the Ferrari door for her, causing Pete to blush. She'd never met a gentleman like this before, "Just show me the way."

The car's leather seats were cool on the back of Pete's thighs, and the bottom of her rear end. She'd worn her shortest denim shorts that morning, the ones that showcased the bottom of each ass cheek for anyone lucky enough to stand behind her. They were her favourite shorts, especially when she wore her high-heeled cowboy boots. Pete would have never admitted it, not even to her closest girlfriends, but when she'd bought them she had indulged in a brief fantasy of meeting a stranger on the street, the kind of quality man who would see her ass and know right then and there that she was the one. Maybe this man was the one. Maybe her dream was coming true!

No!, Pete told herself, Don't get ahead of yourself. You don't even know his name!

The man opened the driver's door and sat down. The engine fired up, causing a moment of excitement in Pete's heart, and her loins. Fast cars did that to her. She fastened her seatbelt, as did he, and off they sped. Pete was careful to give good directions to the trailer park, not wanting to waste this important man's time, all the time stressing about how to bridge the subject of inviting him inside when they got there. To calm her nerves, she rested her hand on his groin and began to massage his penis. It responded to her touch, growing stiff, which Pete took as a great compliment. Maybe he liked her! How could she tell?

The car hit a bump, causing Pete's breasts to jiggle, momentarily causing her to lose her focus. She adjusted herself in her seat, leaning more toward her boyfriend, and slipped her hand into his pants. She always enjoyed riding as she held onto his erection. Sure, if they were somewhere like a church she could be satisfied for some over-the-pants touching, but Pete wanted the real thing. Her boyfriend was a catch, her mother always told her so, but his cock was his best feature. If they were sitting together, why waste the opportunity?

They turned into the trailer park where they lived together. It was modest living, but it was what they wanted. Pete had always lived humbly, and while her boyfriend was used to more luxury than her, she was who she was. Her mother always said, "You can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can't take the trailer park out of the girl!" Pete agreed. She couldn't even imagine living anywhere else. The closeness of the neighbours, the sense of community, Pete wanted to live in the trailer park for the rest of her life, especially if her boyfriend would live with her.

Another bump in the road snapped Pete from her introspection, causing her to giggle as her breasts once again bounced in her white top. Her boyfriend was smiling as he turned into their long driveway. It was long on purpose. When they had bought the property, privacy had been important to them. Growing up in a trailer park, Pete had always dreamed of a place of her own, a place with some space. When she'd met her boyfriend, the last thing she wanted was for him to think of her as trailer trash, but he'd been so accepting. Their home, deep in the woods, was the opposite to the small, cramped space she'd lived in with her mother. "When you grow up," her mother had always told her, understanding the frustration of a young girl wanting to leave her humble beginnings behind her, "use what God gave you and find a man who can give you want you want, what you need. You were never made for the trailer park."

The trees parted and revealed their yard, a sprawling parcel of land which held their home, a huge, beautiful, well-lit house. From the outside it looked like something out of a fairy tale, brick exterior, turrets, stained glass windows, big wooden doors. Her dream home. And her boyfriend had given it to her. She gave his penis a light squeeze, the least she could do to thank him.

"Baby," she cooed, "maybe when we get inside we could work on our little project."

He looked at her with a mixed look of hunger and confusion. Pete's boyfriend had a lot on his mind, so of course he didn't know what she was talking about. It didn't matter. Once she got him inside, she'd quickly get his clothes off of him and let him fuck her in any room he wanted, in any way he wanted. That wouldn't be much of a surprise to him, of course. He'd grown to expect that Pete was a bit of a slut for him. Anywhere and any way, that was what she always whispered to him, a bit of a mantra, a bit of a theme for their relationship. Then, if she was lucky, she'd finally get knocked up with her boyfriend's baby, a dream come true.

The only thing better was something too amazing for her to ever hope for, but something that snuck into her imagination far too often, each time causing her heart to race. Pete knew she had it better than any woman on the planet, but the only thing better would be if one day her boyfriend would give her the gift greater than the entire world. The gift of his name. To one day to become Mrs. Alex Alexander.

She felt herself have a small orgasm at the thought.

Pete couldn't wait to go inside.