Today was Wednesday, Phil always enjoyed Wednesday, it was the day the delivery of new books came into the bookstore, and he was always first in line to rummage through the box. The store was run by two older ladies, who had always been especially nice to Phil, they almost looked on him like a grandson and loved to hear of his academic successes. In exchange for allowing him first access to the box, he would always help them unpack it and stack the books up to be priced. Today was a good day for him, there were a few different titles that had interested him, so he paid his money and after his second piece of cake, he managed to say goodbye to them and head home.
Phil enjoyed walking, he knew that he could simply appear at home, but he liked the simple pleasure of the exercise, and the feel of the wind in his face. The afternoon was winding on, and he could see rain clouds gathering in the distance, but he wasn't worried, if it rained he could always stop time or just transport himself home. Casually he sauntered along the road, his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets, with his backpack hanging over his shoulder. He was thinking about which paperback he was going to read first, when a red sports car raced past him, hitting the puddle alongside him causing the water to splash up over him. He heard the laughter from the open windows of the car, as the occupants quickly stuck their heads out to take a glimpse at their victim.
"Not today," said Phil through tightly clenched teeth. The car stopped dead in it's tracks and Phil walked slowly towards it. The rage was starting to boil up inside him as he stepped alongside it and looked in the passenger door.
He had known who it would be, so it was no surprise when he looked in the window and found Helena and Adam. They were a couple of older students who wanted to be bullies, but Adam wasn't really clever enough. He was quite strong though, so he was always dangerous. Driving though puddles was about the limit of his ingenuity though.
Helena was his blond girlfriend, a bimbo, fantastic body, and a nice set of silicon titties that she'd worked every shift the diner could give her so she could afford them. Adam was insanely jealous, and had once beaten a guy unconscious just because he thought he had looked at Helena, let alone done anything else.
Phil decided to let them give him a lift home, so he ordered them to do whatever they were told without question, and then restarted time.
Adam had stopped the car and it was idling powerfully. Phil was standing, seething with rage alongside the door.
"Apologise for that!" he demanded.
"I'm sorry dude."
"Yeah, totally sorry guy," chimed in Helena.
"Do you have a towel, I'm soaked"
"No, haven't got a towel," said Adam, shaking his head.
"Ok then, your t-shirt will do," said Phil, pointing at the white t-shirt Helena was wearing.
Without missing a beat she quickly pulled it over her head, revealing her firm silicon globes encased in a red lace bra. He took it from her outstretched hand and wiped the muddy water off his face and hands.
"Give me a lift."
"Sure thing," said Adam, only too eager to please.
Helena jumped out of the car and pulled the back of the seat forwards so he could climb into the back of the car. He squeezed in and dropped his bag down on the black leather seat alongside him. Helena jumped back in the front, and Adam took off.
"Ok you can slow down and drive like a sane person for a start," ordered Phil.
Immediately Adam slowed down to the speed limit and started driving normally.
"Where do you want to go Phil?" asked Adam.
"I think I like this chauffer thing, so let's just cruise around for a bit. I think to keep in the spirit of things you can call me sir from now on."
"Ok sir," nodded Adam.
As they drove through town they were coming up to the local bowling alley, Phil could see in the distance that there were a group of middle-aged men finishing their bowling league and were all heading out onto the footpath.
"Helena, when we get to the Bowling Alley, I want you to pull up your bra and press your nipples hard up against the window so those guys can see them. Adam, make sure you slow down enough that they get a chance to look."
"Yes sir," they both said in unison.
Adam slowed the car down almost to a crawl, and pulled over as close to the kerb as he could get, honking the horn to get the men's attention. They all looked up and began to holler and whistle, as Helena's brown, erect, nipples and large areolae were pressed hard up against the window, squashing her tits like pancakes.
Adam cruised slowly past, and some of the men followed them down the street, until Phil had had enough and ordered him to drive on.
As they went past the local Catholic Boys School, he had Helena drop her jean shorts and press her naked arse up against the window, mooning all the lads waiting for their bus after their football game was over. Their eyes had almost dropped out of their skulls, until one of the teachers had run over to save them from this corruption, and Phil had told Adam to drive on.
"So you live here?" asked Phil, looking at Helena, and then back to the ramshackle house before him. The car was parked in a driveway made of broken concrete, covered by an old rusting carport. The house in front of them was overgrown with plants, as was the driveway, and it looked like it was just this side of being torn down.
"Yeah, it's my Dad's house. One day Adam and I will have enough money to buy our own place, until then we still live with our parents."
"So you don't live here Adam?"
"No sir, I don't."
"How do you manage sex then?"
"Well we squeeze it in wherever we can," said Helena, without a hint of embarrassment. "Last time all we could manage was a quick blowjob in the driveway here," she said with a giggle.
Ideas were churning over in Phil's head, and he ordered Helena out of the car.
"Stay there Adam, I'll need a lift home shortly."
"Yes, sir," said Adam, trying not to fidget.
Helena was standing, topless alongside the car, waiting for Phil's instructions.
"You may as well take the rest of it off, you won't be needing it."
"Ok," she said and undid the zip on her shorts and slid them down her legs. Her matching red lace panties followed them, and she bent down to pick them up.
"Just give them to Adam, he'll look after them for you."
She quickly handed them to Adam with a smile, and he smiled back at her.
"Quickly girl, I don't have all day."
She hurried back to where Phil was standing, his erect cock clearly visible through the front of his jeans.
"Lie back on the car, and spread your legs."
She did as requested, and opened her legs to reveal her dark haired pussy.
"Adam, she's not a real blonde. That's a shame eh?"
"Yeah, can't win them all," said Adam, conversationally as he stuck his head out of the window to try and see around the side of her to her pussy, completely happy with the idea that Phil had his nose almost pressed into her pussy as he had a bit of a look at the merchandise.
"Is she a good fuck?" asked Phil, looking up at him over her thigh, like he was buying a used car.
"Great! Tight and wet, just what you need."
"I think I'll give her a try then," declared Phil. Helena giggled nervously, and Adam nodded, waiting to drive him home.
Phil unzipped his pants and slid his cock out, the tip glistened with his pre-cum. He laid the length of it on her pubic hair, and reached up to get a feel of her tits.
"Nice tits, well worth the money."
"Thanks," she said, almost blushing at being given a compliment.
He manhandled them, and gave the nipples a squeeze. He rubbed the nips under his hands, grazing his palms over them feeling them swell even more in excitement.
"Open this up for me will you," directed Phil, pointing at her pussy.
Helena reached down between her legs, and used her fingers to spread her pussylips apart to reveal the moist pink canyon within. Phil lined himself up and began to slide into her.
They both groaned in unison, and Phil slowly slid in as deeply as he could.
"You're right, she's so tight!"
"Yeah, great isn't it," said Adam happily.
Phil tried not to laugh as Adam cheered him on as he fucked his girlfriend.
"If you ram it into her hard, she'll come a lot quicker," advised Adam.
"Ok thanks," said Adam as he increased his speed and pressure, who was he to argue with the expert on this woman. Surely enough after a few more minutes of this she started to change her tune and was heading towards orgasm. Phil reached down and began to rub her little clit, which drove her nuts. Her head was thrashing from side to side as he made little circles with his fingers on and around her clit. She squealed and almost raised the top half of her body off the hood of the car. She eased off and lay back contentedly, on the car, as Phil continued on his way.
He decided it was getting late and he really did want to read his books, so he started fucking her as he liked. He reached under her and grabbed a handful of her arsecheeks in each hand. He lifted her arse up off the metal and pressed his cock deep inside her. He did this a few times and could feel his own orgasm starting. After another couple of plunges he began to squirt his hot come into her warm box, and then collapsed on top of her. He lay there for a moment to catch his breath, and then stood back up, looking down at the sweaty dishevelled bimbo underneath him.
"You're a great fuck, no wonder Adam keeps his eye on you."
Helena giggled and thanked him.
"So what did you think?" asked Adam eagerly, like an excited puppy.
"Not bad at all," said Phil as he finished putting his cock away.
"Not bad! She's fucking great! Come back anytime and you'll get just as good," boasted Adam.
"Ok, I believe you," laughed Phil.
"Get off the car," yelled Adam to Helena.
Quickly she remembered what Adam could be like about his car and slid off the bonnet immediately, just as Phil's come started to leak out onto the red paintwork.
"Head inside and take a shower, Adam will drop me home."
"Ok," she said as she walked over to the nearby front door and went inside.
"Ok Adam, straight home and I'll call you if I need you again."
"Yes sir.