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Date Posted:12/04/2018 1:35 PMCopy HTML

 She began to prepare for dinner and i offered to help. I marveled at her sweetness and femininity. She agreed to let me make the salad and proceeded to prepare baked salmon and risotto, the likes of which I'd never tasted before. Succulent and delicious, I had to have seconds as we sat at dinner sipping our wine.

We settled into a comfortable patter, sharing our past, likes, dislikes, families. She clearly had been in a toxic relationship with her husband and then boyfriend. I went into greater depth about my girlfriend and the associated toxicity. She listened so well with an understanding and empathy expressed by her eyes. I was feeling closer to her by the minute as I knew she was genuinely interested in me. After dinner she brought out a delicious cheese cake and afterwards I helped her clean up.

So engrossing was our conversation that we failed to notice how late it had gotten. "My! It's ten o'clock already!" she finally exclaimed. "I need to get you home and I work tomorrow early."

"Gee Bertha, you needn't bother. I know this town well and the busses run 'til midnight. The bus stop is only three blocks away."

"Nonsense, young man! I won't hear of it! But I have to say this has been an incredibly enjoyable evening for me. I hope you don't think I'm being too forward, but I'd like to do this again real soon."

My heart was already racing and my member had become instantly stiff as the flashes of her truck, bouncing, pumping, smile, tenderness, kindness, mules and feet all blended into one erotic montage. I'm sure the flush i felt on my face had betrayed my arousal at the prospect and, speechless, I could only nod like a little kid.

"You are very sweet and I really enjoy being with you," she said. With that she strode toward me and gave me a sincere, tender, lingering hug at the end of which she kissed me on the cheek. I didn't let go and just held her without speaking. We could each feel the other's heart beating and the rhythm of our breathing as our chests touched.

Holding my breath, heart racing, I lifted my hand to her face and gently turned her head so that our lips met. We plunged into a lingering kiss, gentle, tender, sweet. Two people who hours ago were total strangers in finding each other had reached an oasis in a desert of loneliness and were now gulping the water of comeraderie, trust, warmth and perhaps budding love. We held each other and kissed for ten minutes after which we gently separated while holding hands. There was love and affection in her eyes, and I'm sure she saw the same in mine. For me, it had been too long since I had held a woman and I had never been with such a sweet loving companion. All these newly found qualities made any of her "plain Jane" looks irrelevant.

She quietly went to the closet and retrieved a light sweater and her purse, clear indication that the evening had come to an end.

I followed her out the way I had come, through the kitchen door leading to the driveway. It was considerably colder outside now, in the low 40's and damp. We shivered slightly as Bertha reached for the door handle and pulled. I went around to the passenger's side. By the time I had settled into the deep leather of the passenger-side bench seat Bertha had inserted the key into the ignition, turned it one notch to the "on" position, shifted the gearshift lever to "neutral" and pulled out the choke knob all the way. She was now pumping hard on the gas pedal. Ten loud thuds in rapid succession as I could see her body bounce, head bob, breasts thrusting in unison. Then she pushed into her seat back while continuing to bounce as the toes of her right foot found the starter pedal, heel pumping on the gas:

ARur...rur..rur.pumppumppumppump  ARur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...

"C'mon, Old Girl!" pumpthudpumpthudpumpthudpumpthudpump (strenuously bouncing, head bobbing, boobs jiggling).

ARur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur.....pumppumppumppump  ARur...rur...rur...rur..rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur..rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...  "Sometimes she gets like this. She's not even trying to turn over!" pumpthudpumpthudpumpthudpumpthudpumpthud "I know you're cold and wet, but just one more time for Mommy today. We have to get Billy home!"

ARur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur...rur....rur....rur....rur.....rur.....rur.....rur....rur.....rur....rur.....rur.....rur.....rur......rur.

I was no longer trying to conceal my hardness. The thumb of my right hand was subtly rubbing as I grew harder and harder. I sat in silence, now not afraid to fix my gaze on Bertha as I aroused to new heights watching her struggle. I'm sure this was not lost on her as she began to breathe more deeply and the pumping became more sultry.

"My battery is beginning to die. What are we going to do?"

ARur....rur......rur......rur......rur.......rur........rur.........rur..........rur.........rur...........rur...................rur..................rur......................rur........................rur..........................(click).

Bertha leaned back and looked at me. I could sense her trembling and her voice was shaking as she asked, "Do you want to spend the night?"

The End

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Re:Bertha the Barber, Part 4

Date Posted:12/05/2018 1:25 PMCopy HTML

Hi PedalPusher, Once again you have created an absolute masterpiece so far as this story progressed from the very beginning to its final conclusion. I took liberty at copy/pasting one particular sentence below which highlights your tremendous ability to paint a complete picture through the use of the English language: "Two people who hours ago were total strangers in finding each other had reached an oasis in a desert of loneliness and were now gulping the water of comeraderie, trust, warmth and perhaps budding love". I doubt that many well-known professional authors of best-selling books could have crafted a more descriptive sentence to visually illustrate how two people, knowing each other for less than 4 or 5 hours, had suddenly become engulfed in what looks to be the beginning of a highly charged romantic/sexual relationship. The last sentence also captured it all when Bertha had just run her pick-up truck's battery completely dead followed by her inviting Billy to spend the night at her place. With what had just taken place within each of their own beings while Bertha was at it putting on an absolute classic display of trying to start up her vehicle, I highly doubt that Billy had any intentions of going back home. And words are not necessary for anyone reading this story to understand what will eventually take place "between the sheets" involving Billy and Bertha. A superb story with a perfect ending, PedalPusher. My personal thanks to you for both creating and then sharing it with the community! Oldvwbuglover


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