A parking valet and rich hunk have sex in high end car.
He had boyish good looks, bright innocent eyes, and a lovely smile.
'Do you have a girlfriend?' she asked.
'Well, I have lots of friends, girls and boys, but no one special as a girl friend. It's a small town and people talk if young people of my age start to get too serious with one person. It's more difficult for me too because Dad is the local police sergeant and mum is a primary teacher.'
Ross looked at Katrina. She had olive skin, dark eyes full of mystery and long dark hair, and seemed so much older and wiser than he was. She had grown up in the city and in the fair and had obviously seen more of life.
Katrina smiled and looked amused. 'So you haven't lost your virginity yet then?'
Ross swallowed, and looked at his feet. 'No, out here girls don't usually have sex until they are married. Things are changing in the city, but out here it is a catastrophe for all the family if a girl gets pregnant, particularly if you come from a respectable family.'
'Yes, times are changing. They call it the swinging sixties - sex, drugs, and rock and roll - but that seems to be only in the cities where people aren't under such close scrutiny as out here, or in a fairground community for that matter.'
Katrina took his hand. 'I'll tell your fortune. You are a handsome and attractive young man and when you get to the city you are going to find lots of girls who are interested in you and some of them will be pleased to have sex with you.' The fairground organ ground out its relentless excitement in the distance.
Ross swallowed again and his heart beat faster. He looked so wide eyed and innocent. Katrina could not resist. She kissed him on the cheek and slowly began to unbutton the front of her dress. Ross looked alarmed. Katrina dropped the dress off her shoulders and revealed her nakedness beneath. Her firm, round and beautiful plump young breasts glowed in the candlelight, her pert dark wrinkled nipples engorged by the enticing prospect of bedding this lovely young man.
Ross, eyes wide, gasped and felt a violent stirring in his trousers. Katrina lifted his hands.
'Would you like to stroke them?'
Ross looked apprehensive. 'Go on, I really want you to!'
Ross took the opportunity with both hands. Katrina sighed with pleasure and kissed him full on the lips. Ross's pulse raced so hard he thought his heart would burst. Katrina showed him how she liked to be felt and Ross readily obliged, teasing her nipples. 'You can kiss and lick them if you like!' Ross quickly took up the invitation, arousing her further as she felt her wetness developing. She was further turned on by being totally in control of the situation, as well as by his shocked eagerness.
By now there was a huge lump in Ross's trousers, his head swam, and he felt that he might come at any moment. Katrina reached for his zip, pulled it down and reached inside. Ross moaned. So did Katrina as she felt the rock hard round head of the rigid and throbbing beast that emerged. It was young, innocent, hungry and already running with pre cum. Fearing its imminent explosion, she released her grip, laid him gently on the bed, took off her dress and thrust his hand greedily down the front of her knickers. They kissed hungrily and their breaths came quickly now as she schooled him gently to her needs. Two pairs of eyes shone brightly, each pair firing the other. He felt her mound and her warm wetness in the middle of a verdant bush. She squirmed with pleasure, showed him how to stroke her clit and inserted his finger into her hot, slippery passage. Katrina was really aroused now - thrilled by guiding his actions and by Ross's na__ve eagerness. So much so that she was breathing heavily, moaning with pleasure and about to come. Outside, the thunderous excitement of the fairground organ accompanied their abandon.
Ross was overcome with excitement but somehow prevented himself from coming all over her.