As she lifted up her skirt she pulled down her tights, "Well" she said, as I moved in towards her she put her hands on my cock rubbing me. I ran my fi...gers up the crutch of her knickers and she said "You ready", 'romance is dead here' I thought.As I unbuttoned my jeans she grabbed hold of me and pulled my undies down, she mover over to a flat piece of concrete and half sat/half laid on it, as I approached her she pulled her knickers down and I ran my finger up her crack, to my suprise she was. She didn’t notice me, had I not been able to read such things. I might of think I scared her off the edge. No, the grim and me both sensed her resolve. She jumped.I followed her and slowed time down for all but her ability to communicate with me. The look of shock would normally be amusing, but I don’t find this situation amusing.“What the, what is happening?” She screamed.I ignored the typical question for now. “I am, a powerful person. I slowed time down so we could communicate.”She paused. But first a driver needed fans, and the way I had finished in the last couple of races I would be lucky to find a stray puppy that would hang around me. I slammed the hood down and prepared for the first heat of the night. The roar of the engine put my worries and doubts a million miles behind me: I was born to race. The flagman waved twenty cars onto the track and we started our first lap slowly until we came around the last turn and saw that flash of the green cloth in the distance. Driving. We groped each other for a few minutes, but I managed to leave before things progressed any further.She was 29 at the time, still firm and shaped like a teenager; she seemed to always have a nice dark sun tan and always acted younger than her years. Let me describe her in a little more detail. She is 5’5″, black eyes, brown streaked hair, about 60 Kgs. She was wearing a 34B bra and size 4 panties at the time, all packaged very nicely! I should know about the sizes. She started to visit me at my.