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 The summer between 11th and 12th grade I got a part time job at a park 2 blocks from home. It was perfect because I didn't have a car, so I would walk or take my bike. The park director was a woman named Susan who I guess was about 30 years old and gorgous. I worked about 3 or 4 days a week, either helping out at the pool checking people in, or checking out sports equipment to the kids who were part of the parks day camp. it was an easy way to make some cash for the summer. I also got to work with Susan quite a bit, as she was my boss. Like I had mentioned, she was absolutely hot. Standing about 5"10, with long blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes. It was also summer in the mid 1980s and short shorts were in full affect. And Susan did not dissapoint in that area. She wore these shorts called Dolfin shorts which were big in that day. They were very short satin running shorts that all the girls wore then. Sometimes she wore sneakers, and sometimes sandals. One thing I noticed was that she had the prettiest feet I'd ever seen. I never really had a foot fetish but her feet were really pretty, with her toe nails painted red. One day she recieved a call from a park about 5 miles away. They had apparantly recieved some sports equipment that was suppose to go to us but was delivered to the wrong park. The driver had already left, and they didn't have anyway to deliver it to us. Since we needed the equipment immediately, Susan agreed to drive over and pick it up. Since she wasn't sure how much there was, she asked me to come along to help out. The thought of driving with her got my heart pounding. That day she was wearing white short shorts, a yellow tank top, and white strappy sandals. She mentions that we really need to hurry, because some of the equipment is for a baseball game in a couple of hours, and most of what we have is old. As we make our way to the parking lot, my mind is racing wondering what kind of car Susan drives. low and behold, it's a beast of a car. A mid 70s Oldsmobile delta 88, 4 doors, hard top. Brown in color. As we get in I let her know that I think her car is cool. She smiled and said it was a hand me down from her grandma. She starts the engine and gives it gas, because it was sitting for several hours, it takes a few minutes to warm up. Her beautiful sandaled foot really revs the car agressively. I ask her if everything is ok with the car, and assures me this is normal. After several minutes of revving she puts the car in reverse, backs out of the spot, and we're off. She looks at me smiles and tells me to hold on tight, because we're in a hurry. Well, Susan's agressive revving was only a preview. As we pull out of the parking lot, there was a little water, and the tires let out a squeal as we flew down the street. I looked over and was like wow. She smiled and said she apologizes for her led foot. The drive over to the other park took about 20 minutes. Her agressive driving continued. Between watching her sandaled feet, hearing the tires squeal, and smelling the rubber, I thought I was going to burst. in fact, after every peelout I kind of took a quick deep breath in, and Susan would look at me and smile, as if she knew it was arousing me. Thankfully I had worn long pants that day, because if I had on shorts, I wouldn't be able to hide my arousal. I just sat with my hands in my lap. We finally arrive at the park and pull into there small lot. Luckily my hard on had subsided. There person tells us that all the equipment was put in storage shed on the other side of the park. He said that it would be easier if we drove around to that side and he would have a maintenence man help us load everything into the trunk. He directs us to go around the block, and go down a small service road that is used only by maintenence. As we make our way around to the other side we realize that the road is all dirt and mud, with plenty of ruts and grooves. Susan pulls the big car onto the road, hits a rut, and slides a bit. I look over at her, she smiles, and floors it. The tires are really spinning. luckily the mud is not very deep. We pull up to the shed and are greeted by a nice older man, who suggests Susan turns the car facing in the other direction, so the big trunk is right up against the shed door making it easier to load up the trunk. I get out and make my way over to the shed, but I really just wanted to see Susan spin the tires in the mud. Again, luckily I had on long pants. The old guy is sorting through what we have to take, while I just stand there watching Susan, complete a three point turn on this muddy road. It takes her a few attempts all the while the tires are really spinning and smoking. At one point Susan catches me in a trance staring at the tires I look up and she has such a big smile on her face. I really think she was getting just as much enjoyment as well. We load everything in the trunk and thank the man for his help. I hop into the car, Susan looks over and smiles again, but it was a little more of a longing look. I didn't know what to say. She then mentions that she'll probably have to get her car washed. She then asks me if I'm ready, and punches the accelerator, spinning out in the mud as we head back down the road.

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Re:Susan the park director

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12/06/2018 5:57 下午

 The summer between 11th and 12th grade I got a part time job at a park 2 blocks from home. It was perfect because I didn't have a car, so I would walk or take my bike. The park director was a woman named Susan who I guess was about 30 years old and gorgous. I worked about 3 or 4 days a week, either helping out at the pool checking people in, or checking out sports equipment to the kids who were part of the parks day camp. it was an easy way to make some cash for the summer. I also got to work with Susan quite a bit, as she was my boss. Like I had mentioned, she was absolutely hot. Standing about 5"10, with long blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes. It was also summer in the mid 1980s and short shorts were in full affect. And Susan did not dissapoint in that area. She wore these shorts called Dolfin shorts which were big in that day. They were very short satin running shorts that all the girls wore then. Sometimes she wore sneakers, and sometimes sandals. One thing I noticed was that she had the prettiest feet I'd ever seen. I never really had a foot fetish but her feet were really pretty, with her toe nails painted red. One day she recieved a call from a park about 5 miles away. They had apparantly recieved some sports equipment that was suppose to go to us but was delivered to the wrong park. The driver had already left, and they didn't have anyway to deliver it to us. Since we needed the equipment immediately, Susan agreed to drive over and pick it up. Since she wasn't sure how much there was, she asked me to come along to help out. The thought of driving with her got my heart pounding. That day she was wearing white short shorts, a yellow tank top, and white strappy sandals. She mentions that we really need to hurry, because some of the equipment is for a baseball game in a couple of hours, and most of what we have is old. As we make our way to the parking lot, my mind is racing wondering what kind of car Susan drives. low and behold, it's a beast of a car. A mid 70s Oldsmobile delta 88, 4 doors, hard top. Brown in color. As we get in I let her know that I think her car is cool. She smiled and said it was a hand me down from her grandma. She starts the engine and gives it gas, because it was sitting for several hours, it takes a few minutes to warm up. Her beautiful sandaled foot really revs the car agressively. I ask her if everything is ok with the car, and assures me this is normal. After several minutes of revving she puts the car in reverse, backs out of the spot, and we're off. She looks at me smiles and tells me to hold on tight, because we're in a hurry. Well, Susan's agressive revving was only a preview. As we pull out of the parking lot, there was a little water, and the tires let out a squeal as we flew down the street. I looked over and was like wow. She smiled and said she apologizes for her led foot. The drive over to the other park took about 20 minutes. Her agressive driving continued. Between watching her sandaled feet, hearing the tires squeal, and smelling the rubber, I thought I was going to burst. in fact, after every peelout I kind of took a quick deep breath in, and Susan would look at me and smile, as if she knew it was arousing me. Thankfully I had worn long pants that day, because if I had on shorts, I wouldn't be able to hide my arousal. I just sat with my hands in my lap. We finally arrive at the park and pull into there small lot. Luckily my hard on had subsided. There person tells us that all the equipment was put in storage shed on the other side of the park. He said that it would be easier if we drove around to that side and he would have a maintenence man help us load everything into the trunk. He directs us to go around the block, and go down a small service road that is used only by maintenence. As we make our way around to the other side we realize that the road is all dirt and mud, with plenty of ruts and grooves. Susan pulls the big car onto the road, hits a rut, and slides a bit. I look over at her, she smiles, and floors it. The tires are really spinning. luckily the mud is not very deep. We pull up to the shed and are greeted by a nice older man, who suggests Susan turns the car facing in the other direction, so the big trunk is right up against the shed door making it easier to load up the trunk. I get out and make my way over to the shed, but I really just wanted to see Susan spin the tires in the mud. Again, luckily I had on long pants. The old guy is sorting through what we have to take, while I just stand there watching Susan, complete a three point turn on this muddy road. It takes her a few attempts all the while the tires are really spinning and smoking. At one point Susan catches me in a trance staring at the tires I look up and she has such a big smile on her face. I really think she was getting just as much enjoyment as well. We load everything in the trunk and thank the man for his help. I hop into the car, Susan looks over and smiles again, but it was a little more of a longing look. I didn't know what to say. She then mentions that she'll probably have to get her car washed. She then asks me if I'm ready, and punches the accelerator, spinning out in the mud as we head back down the road.


  Wish I was in your place! Amazing event, was she a curvy woman too and did she show any cleavage that day with perhaps a low top? If you had to guess what rpm did she rev the car roughly? Did she hold a constant rpm or pumped the gas pedal (resulting in variable rpm)? And for how long?


What speed did she drive at if you were to guess? Do you have any more experiences with her? Do post them if so! 

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Re:Susan the park director

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 As far as rpm's go I really couldn't say, but she revved pretty high when we were starting out. Then again revving and cranking are not really my thing. It's more about the driving and seeing and hearing the tires spin. As for Susan's physique, I wouldn't say she was curvy, but at 5"10 she was athletic. She was about a c-cup, and her thighs were pretty built, kind of like a volleyball player, who I think have the best figures. As for how fast we went, she wasn't really reckless, maybe about 10-15 miles over the speed limit. But at most dead stops she did have a tendency to punch it, occasionally laying rubber. One thing I forgot to mention was that on the way back, we had to detour down another muddy road because of construction. This road was just as bad as the one by the park. When we got to the end of this road right at the gutter there was a huge build up of soft squishy mud. Susan was not going very fast, and when she came to a stop, we kind of slid and skidded. The traffic was very lite, and when she pulled out on to the main road from the detour, she did not accelerate too hard, but because the tires were so caked with mud the sound they made was almost gutteral. I laughed nervously, and she looked over to me smiled, and asked if I was doing allright. Because the tires were so muddy, at each of the next few stops, more rubber was layed.

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Re:Susan the park director

Date Posted:12/08/2018 12:38 AMCopy HTML

12/06/2018 5:57 下午

 The summer between 11th and 12th grade I got a part time job at a park 2 blocks from home. It was perfect because I didn't have a car, so I would walk or take my bike. The park director was a woman named Susan who I guess was about 30 years old and gorgous. I worked about 3 or 4 days a week, either helping out at the pool checking people in, or checking out sports equipment to the kids who were part of the parks day camp. it was an easy way to make some cash for the summer. I also got to work with Susan quite a bit, as she was my boss. Like I had mentioned, she was absolutely hot. Standing about 5"10, with long blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes. It was also summer in the mid 1980s and short shorts were in full affect. And Susan did not dissapoint in that area. She wore these shorts called Dolfin shorts which were big in that day. They were very short satin running shorts that all the girls wore then. Sometimes she wore sneakers, and sometimes sandals. One thing I noticed was that she had the prettiest feet I'd ever seen. I never really had a foot fetish but her feet were really pretty, with her toe nails painted red. One day she recieved a call from a park about 5 miles away. They had apparantly recieved some sports equipment that was suppose to go to us but was delivered to the wrong park. The driver had already left, and they didn't have anyway to deliver it to us. Since we needed the equipment immediately, Susan agreed to drive over and pick it up. Since she wasn't sure how much there was, she asked me to come along to help out. The thought of driving with her got my heart pounding. That day she was wearing white short shorts, a yellow tank top, and white strappy sandals. She mentions that we really need to hurry, because some of the equipment is for a baseball game in a couple of hours, and most of what we have is old. As we make our way to the parking lot, my mind is racing wondering what kind of car Susan drives. low and behold, it's a beast of a car. A mid 70s Oldsmobile delta 88, 4 doors, hard top. Brown in color. As we get in I let her know that I think her car is cool. She smiled and said it was a hand me down from her grandma. She starts the engine and gives it gas, because it was sitting for several hours, it takes a few minutes to warm up. Her beautiful sandaled foot really revs the car agressively. I ask her if everything is ok with the car, and assures me this is normal. After several minutes of revving she puts the car in reverse, backs out of the spot, and we're off. She looks at me smiles and tells me to hold on tight, because we're in a hurry. Well, Susan's agressive revving was only a preview. As we pull out of the parking lot, there was a little water, and the tires let out a squeal as we flew down the street. I looked over and was like wow. She smiled and said she apologizes for her led foot. The drive over to the other park took about 20 minutes. Her agressive driving continued. Between watching her sandaled feet, hearing the tires squeal, and smelling the rubber, I thought I was going to burst. in fact, after every peelout I kind of took a quick deep breath in, and Susan would look at me and smile, as if she knew it was arousing me. Thankfully I had worn long pants that day, because if I had on shorts, I wouldn't be able to hide my arousal. I just sat with my hands in my lap. We finally arrive at the park and pull into there small lot. Luckily my hard on had subsided. There person tells us that all the equipment was put in storage shed on the other side of the park. He said that it would be easier if we drove around to that side and he would have a maintenence man help us load everything into the trunk. He directs us to go around the block, and go down a small service road that is used only by maintenence. As we make our way around to the other side we realize that the road is all dirt and mud, with plenty of ruts and grooves. Susan pulls the big car onto the road, hits a rut, and slides a bit. I look over at her, she smiles, and floors it. The tires are really spinning. luckily the mud is not very deep. We pull up to the shed and are greeted by a nice older man, who suggests Susan turns the car facing in the other direction, so the big trunk is right up against the shed door making it easier to load up the trunk. I get out and make my way over to the shed, but I really just wanted to see Susan spin the tires in the mud. Again, luckily I had on long pants. The old guy is sorting through what we have to take, while I just stand there watching Susan, complete a three point turn on this muddy road. It takes her a few attempts all the while the tires are really spinning and smoking. At one point Susan catches me in a trance staring at the tires I look up and she has such a big smile on her face. I really think she was getting just as much enjoyment as well. We load everything in the trunk and thank the man for his help. I hop into the car, Susan looks over and smiles again, but it was a little more of a longing look. I didn't know what to say. She then mentions that she'll probably have to get her car washed. She then asks me if I'm ready, and punches the accelerator, spinning out in the mud as we head back down the road.

Susan sounds like the stuff that dreams are made of. You are such a lucky guy and I am BEYOND envious of your experiences. When y'all first got in the car, she was pumping the accelerator as she was turning the key? 

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Re:Susan the park director

Date Posted:12/08/2018 7:28 PMCopy HTML

 As far as rpm's go I really couldn't say, but she revved pretty high when we were starting out. Then again revving and cranking are not really my thing. It's more about the driving and seeing and hearing the tires spin. As for Susan's physique, I wouldn't say she was curvy, but at 5"10 she was athletic. She was about a c-cup, and her thighs were pretty built, kind of like a volleyball player, who I think have the best figures. As for how fast we went, she wasn't really reckless, maybe about 10-15 miles over the speed limit. But at most dead stops she did have a tendency to punch it, occasionally laying rubber. One thing I forgot to mention was that on the way back, we had to detour down another muddy road because of construction. This road was just as bad as the one by the park. When we got to the end of this road right at the gutter there was a huge build up of soft squishy mud. Susan was not going very fast, and when she came to a stop, we kind of slid and skidded. The traffic was very lite, and when she pulled out on to the main road from the detour, she did not accelerate too hard, but because the tires were so caked with mud the sound they made was almost gutteral. I laughed nervously, and she looked over to me smiled, and asked if I was doing allright. Because the tires were so muddy, at each of the next few stops, more rubber was layed.


Thanks, what style did she rev like starting out in the begining? (held the pedal for constant rpm or pumped it for a variable rpm ?). If you just had to make a range guess, maybe in the 3-4k range or 4k+ - 5k? 

Also was she showing any cleavage with the top she was wearing tht day? Was she also pretty by the face?



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