The lot was huge; there must have been over 500 vehicles in the preowned section alone. It was my 3rd Sunday to browse the lot. I like looking without being bothered to explain myself. Of course, the place is not open on Sundays. When I was much younger, the prices were displayed along with highlights about things the vehicle had, like engine size or miles per gallon. Now you find that on new cars only. It's called the MSRP window sticker.

Today, I was walking thru cars about a third of a mile from the empty dealership building. She spoke twice before I turned to see her. She was alone, looking at me and smiling. She said something about it not being like it used to be. I agreed. We quickly arrived at the uselessness of browsing these cars with window stickers lacking prices. I discovered she actually worked there and she had noticed me looking last week. Today she said she just wanted to help. She wasn't like the other sales reps who got paid for making quota. She said the dealership takes care of the cars; she takes care of the buyers.

I made an appointment to see her Monday at 11:00 AM. She would get the keys to a van and an SUV we were near, meet me right where we were standing then.

I managed to get rid of the first and second sales reps who approached me without mentioning my appointment. She and I took the SUV for a warmup drive, returned and got into the van. There, she got in the front, handed me the keys, accidently rubbed her breast on my shoulder as she moved between the captain's chairs while going to the third-row bench seat. When she got there, she sat in the middle, looked at the center rearview mirror at my eyes. I just watched. She unbuttoned two on her blouse; she was wearing spandex below. Her knees spread just a few inches shy of two feet. I moved to the back. Before I got there, she got up, motioned me to sit where she had been. I sat. She removed my shoes and suggested I lay down to see if a person could sleep in there if needed. I laid down; it was comfortable. It hadn't been used much. She leaned between the 2nd row Captain's Seats facing me with one arm reaching across until she was laying right across my lower stomach. Her blouse opened exposing a lovely blue satin covered C-Cup filled quite full. I did a proud job of looking into her eyes instead of her bra. She smiled, pressed down unnecessarily onto my swelling crotch.

Without a word, she raised up, allowing her forearm to slide across my member. When her hand got there, she brought the other one into play. She had my pants open and the member in her mouth so quickly I almost missed how she did it. She blew me almost as quickly because she effortlessly took me into her throat. She did things with one hand below my balls while making it clear, she wanted the load. After I was spent, she raised up, holding it up and waiting for the late cum to appear. She leaned down, gently sucked it out. Raised up and watched it again for a bit. Before it fell too flaccid, she took it into her throat one more time. She held it there, massaging it below my balls as if coaxing one last drop from it. She raised up, tucked it in, zipped me up and moved to the front.

When I got to the front, she said, let's take it for a spin. She told me where to go. About 10 minutes into the drive, she had me pull into a driveway. The door opened before she got completely out. A gentleman about my age stepped out. She walked around, opened my door so I got out too. We went inside. He closed the door. He looked at me while they hugged. He asked, "For me?"

She said, "To be discovered." He walked over to me and hugged me. He leaned back, then hugged me again. This time, he used both hands to lift my ass. I felt his rod heat pressing into me. I didn't move. He pushed against me more and squeezed my ass harder. I couldn't resist. I pushed away from him to look at the bulge in his pants. He just pulled the sweatpants down almost to his knees before that thing was free. It didn't spring up. It couldn't; it must have weighed 4 pounds. It was at least 9 inches long, nearly three finger widths wide, fully veined with a pink to purple head hanging down. I sat down but I never took my eyes off it. He just stepped out of his sweats, walked to me so I could have it. I took it. I don't know how but I did it. Soon, I had it stretching my throat. He tried to push me away but I wasn't finished. He yielded. I had never had one this deep into me. I just fucked him with my throat and he blew it right there. Fuck this guy was full. He must have cum for over 30 seconds. When I pulled back, he was still leaking. I loved the warm, thick cum oozing out of him at the end. When I let him go, she pulled the plug out of his ass and handed him a warm wet cloth.

On the way back to the car lot, she said, "I sell over 20 cars a month. I only sell used cars. I then treat my buyers to me and others for the next two months. Some, like Larry buy every two months just to keep me around."

I bought the van.