Part 1 : Rachel and the Ring

Yesterday was clear with a light but chilling winter wind present to remind all that the bit of warmth in the sun would only last a couple of hours at best. I struggled between sweating and freezing as I worked to remove the winter street grime from my roadster.
Top up and windows closed may have some keep the roadster in the garage all winter but not me. Unless it is icy, I want to drive the corner hugging, light and fast two seat roadster in all seasons. The price? Winter road grime that is easiest to remove at the local manual car wash.

I’d given the little red car a complete rub down with soap and pressurized water, then taken through the soft water of the auto wash and the air dryer. Now I was drying and polishing, bending every which way and sweating when my coat was zipped and freezing when it was open. To say the least I was in no way looking attractive or feeling charming.
As I was about half way through the process another car pulled up just across the vacuum and trash station. I didn’t pay much attention but just wished it would not be another person deriving their sense of self worth by how many other people he can make listen to his preferred music.

No noise came and I was relieved. And when I stood up and glanced across my car to the new neighbor, more than relief came.
I was looking at a very cute bronze skinned Latina with long, straight dark hair and a petite but shapely figure. She looked to be around twenty and her large eyes and bright teeth shown when she saw me looking her way. Figuring a nice smile was all that would come of the moment I went back to work on my car.
A few minutes later I was working the side of my car nearer the little Latina beauty with my back to her when I heard a clearly vulgar word overpower even the sound of the big car wash vacuum. I turned to look and saw her holding the big vacuum hose, so large compared to her little hands that it took both for her to manage it. She was staring into it with a look of loss and concern across her face.
Just as I began to ask if there was something I could do to help, the vacuum time ran out and the machine powered down. This meant that my “Can I help you” came out as a yell and jolted her enough that she dropped the hose.

“I’m sorry,” I said as it was obvious to both why I had spoken so loudly.
“You look as if something bad happened,” I added.
She looked at me across the small appliance and trash island and said in voice as small as her five-foot frame: “My ring fell off while I was vacuuming the floor and the damn thing sucked it up.”
“I don’t know what to do to get it back,” she added with a bit of a sad expression.
If I’m going to help I thought I should at least introduce myself to this hottie driving the blue VW Jetta.
“I’m Jack,” I said as I reached across the isle to offer a handshake.
“Hi, I’m Rachel,” she said as she reached forward and took my hand with a feminine but confident handshake.
“Well Rachel, you are in luck. Do you see that guy over there in the blue jacket?” I asked as I pointed across the facility.
“He is the owner and comes by every day for an hour or two so I bet we can get your ring back but it may be a dirty job,” I told her.
Relief and a pretty smile crossed her face as I started off to get the attention of the owner with whom I’d visited often. I called out his name and he came over meeting me half way. I explained to him what had happened and he said he’d be right back with the key to open the vacuum.

I returned to Rachel, enjoying the chance to get to visit with her as she was quite sexy in her tight jeans and little sweater covered petite upper body. It was clear that even though petite she was at least a large B-cup or C-cup and had a very curvaceous ass with fairly trim hips.
I spoke with her while we waited but it was just a few moments and so nothing much had been said by the time the owner walked over to open the vacuum.
After a few moments the wash owner pulled her ring from a safety screen and, I guess wanting to let me be the hero, handed to me. He said a few words, closed up the machine and left me there holding Rachel’s ring.

I don’t know what she was thinking but I bet she wondered if I was going to give her ring back to her as I did not do so immediately. Instead, I told her to wait for a moment and then walked over to a wash sink and rinsed the ring off as it was covered in gray vacuum dust.
It was clearly a high school graduation ring, and I’d noticed no other rings on her fingers so I was fairly certain she was not married or engaged. By noting the date and school on the ring I was able to confirm to myself that she was about twenty or twenty-one and was from the local neighborhood.
It was a very pretty, small graduation ring and seemed to be nicer than the normal order at the school type so when I walked back and handed to her, I said: “Rachel, that’s a very nice class ring. You have very good taste.”
“Thank you so much,” she said almost blushing.
“It is a special ring because my grandmother gave it to me for graduation. I was so afraid I’d lost it and was about to break into tears when you spoke to me,” she added.
“Well I’m glad I could help,” I responded.
“I like your car,” she blurted out after an awkward pause.
“And thank you again for helping me, it really does mean a lot,” she said as she reached out to again shake my hand, this time with her class ring on her right hand.

I took her hand and held it firmly, looked straight into her eyes, and said “Rachel, I have to admit that I’m glad your ring fell off and all of this happened.”
Still holding her hand, I continued “If not I would not have met you and frankly, I want to tell you that you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. So, all of the pleasure has been mine.”
Rachel blushed a little more but did not pull away or appear overly intimidated. Instead she took her other hand and wrapped it around our two that were joined and told me again how much she appreciated my help.
She then loosened her grip and I let go a bit sad that the moment had ended.
“Rachel,” I said. “If it weren’t so cold I’d offer you a quick spin around with the top down.”
“That’d be fun,” she said while looking at my car.
“It is a blast and if I could stand it, I’d have the top down every day of the year,” I said.
“How about this,” I questioned, “how about we meet at the coffee house over on the next block and I buy you something hot?”
“Why not,” she said with a toss of her head and radiant smile.
“It’s a date,” I added. “I’ll see you over there in about fifteen minutes, Okay?”
“I’ll see you then,” she replied as she walked back around to the driver’s side of her car.
She flashed me a very attractive smile just before she disappeared beneath the roof line. Then, she drove out and waved at me with her little ring-bearing hand.

The Coffee House

I was at least able to use a wet towel to clean up my face a bit and get my hair combed decently in the few minutes I had before driving over to the coffee shop to meet Rachel. I’d gone from being somewhat miserable to excited in just a few minutes and now I was ready to head down the street.
Rachel’s car was there as I pulled up and parked. As I entered I scanned the long room and there was Rachel looking radiant and waving at me from a table in a spot of sunshine near a window. I walked up and reintroduced myself as I figured it was very likely she had never remembered me name.

Giggling slightly, Rachel confirmed by suspicion and told me how glad she was that I repeated my name. She had forgotten and it was causing her embarrassment.
Without going into much detail, our visit was great. Though I was a good twenty years older than Rachel, we connected well and she was an accomplished conversationalist which I appreciated greatly. I learned several things about her including that she was twenty one, was attending college locally, lived nearby with a roommate, and did not mention anything about a significant other.
I was curious about the roommate, Chris, she mentioned. I had assumed that Chris was a girl as Rachel seemed traditional in everyway. I didn’t think anything about it until I reflected on a few comments she made that caused me to wonder.

When I had asked her if she was living at home while going to school, as it was clear from the ring that she was from the area, she displayed a quick look of a twisted mouth and said something about not being able to live at home. She wasn’t specific and had immediately told me where she lived and that she had a roommate named Chris. I never did get back to learning any more details.
I asked Rachel if she would let me take her to dinner the following evening which would be Sunday.
“Sure,” she said with a smile.
Things were shaping up nicely and I was beginning to think that I might have a chance to get intimate with this gorgeous young lady. I certainly had been thinking about it from first sight but only as a remote possibility. Now it was much better than remote.
After planning the time I’d pick Rachel up on the following day, we parted with a friendly, light hug. Her petite body next to me fired up about every connection in my body!

Sunday’s Date

When I went to the door to greet Rachel on Sunday at 5:30 pm, I was delighted when she appeared dressed to kill. “Wow, this girl is hot!” I thought to myself. She was dressed in a little black cocktail style dress with sexy heals. There was leg from mid-thigh to ankle on full display and those legs were golden brown, very smooth and perfectly shapely. Her long hair was shiny and reached well below her small shoulders. The front of the dress was cut to scoop low on her chest and she had her very nice breasts pushed up with the top third of them on display.
I thought to myself how great it was that young women today show off their feminine features so freely instead of covering up trying to look like men in response to the women’s libbers who’d been influential when I was her age.

We greeted each other and just as she was about close the door, a young looking guy appeared in view. He was dark headed and thin from what little I could see.
“Bye Chris,” Rachel said to him as she pulled the door closed behind us.
Obviously, my mind was now in overdrive as I walked this petite Latina beauty to the car. Was this a boyfriend? Was there something I should know?
I didn’t have to wait long for an explanation as I had just pulled away from the curb when Rachel began to speak.
“Chris is my little brother,” she said to my relief.
“He and my parents could not get along and it got so bad that I decided to get an apartment while in school mainly so he could stay with me. He’s only a year younger and is going to school too,” she explained.

“Our parents are paying for school but we are both working part time to pay for rent and food,” she added.
As I moved the little car into freeway traffic, and was feeling relief that Chris was no boyfriend, I was compelled to keep looking at Rachel’s hot legs as her little skirt was very high on her thighs while in the car. Also, her cleavage was so attractive that it was all I could do to concentrate on her words.

She seemed to be very comfortable with her sex appeal, aware of it, and happy to be found attractive by me. I liked this as I’m not attracted to women who are not somewhat self confident.
I’m a sucker for lingerie and especially for stockings but it was clear that at twenty-one, this bronze Latina hottie had no need to cover her legs as they were tremendous by themselves.
While driving I asked a few innocent, open-ended questions to get Rachel talking about herself. She readily responded and it was a delight to see her dark eyes sparkle when she talked about her friends, job and family.

We made it to dinner, had a fine experience lubricated with wine and by dessert, Rachel was reaching across the small table and taking my hand. She would run her finger across the top of my hand while she held it with the other in a not so subtle indication that romance and intimacy was not only possible but expected.
We went to a quite, upscale jazz club afterwards where we sat side by side in a banquet type table. As we conversed, our body touching turned up a notch with Rachel taking the lead in most everything. It wasn’t long before we shared some very tender kisses but knowing we were in public, held back from too much display.
Under the table was another matter. I had my hand underneath Rachel’s dress on her smooth thighs and was using the side of my hand to apply pressure to her clit through what felt like very lacy panties. She smile widely and pushed against my hand with her hips as she clearly enjoyed the attention.

Meanwhile, her left hand had made it inside my slacks and was massaging my hard cock with my slick semen. It felt so good that I didn’t want it to end. Fortunately I require a good bit of pressure to come so I wasn’t very worried about releasing in my pants. I was, however, worried about Rachel.
It was clear that she was near orgasm and from the discreet whimpers that had began to escape from her sexy lips, I was afraid she might let loose with a full out scream when she reached her peak. I pressed harder and wiggled my hand faster as she clamped her thighs tightly.
And, just as I was looking at her angelic face, her eyes shot open to full width and her body motions ceased. I quickly pulled her head to my chest and held her tightly as she came with small quakes rippling through her body. She didn’t scream, but to anyone who had been watching her directly it was clear what had just happened.
“How was that?” I asked quietly while holding her against my chest.