Helen was the woman who made me believe in love at first sight. I met her at a classic car show where she was standing beside her machine. It was as if fate had brought us together because I wasn’t even remotely interested in classic autos, but I had decided to go to the car show because the sponsors were hosting a rockabilly band I had wanted to see. The promoters of classic car shows had started to cash in on rockabilly scene’s love of classic autos and music by providing venues for the subculture’s bands. It was pretty cool. You could go hang out, look at classic cars, and catch a rockabilly band. It was a fun and relatively inexpensive way to spend a day.

After the band I had gone to see had played, I was headed towards my car when I laid my eyes on Helen. She was a tall drink of water that looked like Xena disguised as an auto mechanic. She looked so cute in her oil stained army green coveralls that I decided I had to find a way to talk to her even though I knew nothing about cars.

“Nice car. What make is it?” I asked hoping I wasn’t too obvious.

“A 1956 Desoto Firedome.” Helen was still tinkering under the hood with what I think was a wrench and a bolt.

“I’m Jessie,” I said.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. My name is Helen.”

“Nice to meet you. How long have you had your car?” I had never heard of a Desoto and couldn’t care less. I wanted to keep her talking until I had the nerve to ask her out.

“About three years. I’ve been restoring it little by little because it’s such a hard and time consuming task. It’s a labor of love though. This is the first time I have displayed it at a car show.” Helen closed the hood with a thundering bang.

“It’s a beautiful car. Your hard work appears to have paid off.” I was beginning to lose my nerve and give up on asking her out.

“Thank you. You know the show is pretty much done and everyone seems to be leaving. Would you like to go for a ride?” Helen stripped off her coveralls to reveal her rockabilly attire. Her Capri jeans fit snuggly against her abs and butt while her red button up shirt, tied in a knot above her belly button, accentuated her ample breasts. As she stood next to me, no longer hunched over her car’s motor, I realized how tall she was and how broad her shoulders were. Even though she was wearing ballet flats, she had to be six foot or better.

“Yeah, that would be great.” I was relieved she was bolder than me and that I didn’t have to garner the courage ask her out.

The two of us got into the car and cruised the city. The car had the smoothest ride I had ever experienced, but it was a land yacht. It felt like we were rolling around in a small ship, all we needed was a prow for the grill. The two of us talked in double entendre and flirted the whole time trying to find out if we had the same plans for the evening. It turned out we did.

Helen drove us to a secluded area over looking the city where we parked the car and moved our conversation to the backseat. Nothing happened at first as we continued to talk about life in general. Suddenly, Helen planted a kiss on my mouth. Her lips were full and soft and I nearly melted from the heat of her breath in my face.

My fingers tugged at her buttons as I removed her shirt. Her breasts were a perfect teardrop shape and her already erect nipples cried out for me to taste their sweet goodness with my tongue. They were smooth and smelled faintly of lavender as I enveloped their soft tips in my mouth and began to suck them. Helen moaned her approval and began to remove my clothes. She slid her finger in my moistened cunt. Her fingers probed my insides gently at first and then more frantically as we became caught up in the moment.

My hands found their way to Helen’s pant’s zipper. I lowered it and with one quick movement removed both her capris and panties. For a moment I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but there in front of me was Helen’s cock. I gasped from surprise rather than disgust, but Helen inched away from me and covered herself with her hands as if to hide from the anger and revulsion she was certain I was feeling.

I was far from repulsed. I thought she was incredibly hot and I wanted badly to fuck her. I was very much only interested in women, but the thoughts of being penetrated by a tall gorgeous she-male was driving me over the edge. I needed to show her how much I desired her.

I placed my mouth on her cock and let my tongue drag up and down the shaft to reassure her of my interest. I could feel it becoming more and more hard in my mouth, like a steel rod. Helen moaned and thrust her hips forward pressing her dick deeper inside of my mouth. My pussy was dripping wet and longed to have her solid meat between my legs.

I leaned her back onto the seat, straddling her, and moved my mouth to hers before taking her inside of me. She gasped with the sudden onslaught of pleasure. My hands grabbed at her breasts in an attempt to balance the rest of my body as it rode Helen’s cock. It throbbed inside of me filling every inch of my wet cunt as I swayed my hips on hers. She sat upright, taking my erect nipples into her mouth and teasing them with her lips and tongue. I was near to climax when Helen lay on top of me and began to rabidly pound my velvet opening. I took all of her member inside of me and I felt as though I was splitting in two from her girth and the onslaught of pleasure from her cock. She showed me no mercy. I ran my nails along her long firm thighs as her mouth explored my breasts before moving to my lips to engage me in a heated kiss. I parted her lips with my tongue and tasted the sweetness of her mouth as her cock expanded and convulsed against my inner walls, her pubic bone pressing into my clit. I was being overcome with waves of ecstasy as my juices enveloped her dick. My body felt its release and torrents of pleasure coursed across me. I was warm from the inside out as she pulled out of me to release her seed onto the car’s seat. Shot after shot of cum sprang from her member as she cried out in a dreamy rapture before slumping on top of me in a sweaty, satisfied exhaustion.

We lay there in silence for a while not daring to break the web of pleasure we had weaved. The only sound was that of the crickets and a lone owl somewhere in the woods around us. Eventually, we found the nerve to speak and we’ve been together ever since. I have even learned to enjoy going to classic auto shows.