The good-looking, young salesman was hanging on my every word, and my curiosity grew. “Tell me, have you ever sold one of these sports cars to a woman?” I finally asked.

I’d walked onto the dealership lot purely on a whim. Or maybe it was some deeper, truly buried impulse. Since turning 40 a week earlier, I had been feeling...off. Like I wasn’t myself. Or wasn’t somehow being allowed to be myself.

The salesman hemmed and hawed.

“Well, I don’t think, that is — ” He stopped his verbal fumbling and looked me straight in the eye. “Honestly, I’ve barely sold anyone anything on this lot. I started here four days ago.”

We had gathered around a slick-looking vehicle that seemed like a jungle cat ready to pounce. It reminded me of a car I’d owned in my early 20s, when I was a hell-raising jezebel having the time of my life. Of course, that car had been a heap. This thing was an absolute cherry with a seductive red paint job and gleaming chrome.

“I like your honesty,” I told the salesman. “My name’s Leslie.”

He nodded toward his name tag and said, “Garrett.”

“Let me rephrase my original question.” I was warming to Garrett’s boyish charm. “Have you ever seen a woman buy a car like this?”

A wry look came into his eyes.

“Let me put it this way,” he said. “We call autos like this one a midlife crisis mobile.”

I burst out laughing. I could picture it: middle-aged men coming to the dealership, eager to recapture something of their youth and thinking a fast car would do that for them.

Then again, just what the hell was I doing there looking at the exact same type of vehicle?

Garrett added, “I don’t put down that kind of thinking, mind you. A car is, well, an expression of oneself. If some heavy horsepower increases your self-esteem, why not indulge yourself? You’re never too old or too young for that.”

I absorbed his words and replied, “You, my dear Garrett, are a hell of a salesman.”

“That’s not a spiel. I really mean it.”

“I can tell. That’s why it’s effective. I think it’s test-drive time.”

He brightened, like this was a happy, unexpected development, and quickly said, “I’ll arrange that for you.”

“I’d like you to come with me,” I said, flashing a flirtatious smile and turning up the heat. He was in his mid-20s, nicely framed, with strong shoulders and a fetching face. I didn’t even try to quell my response to him. Too often in the past few years I’d written off handsome men because they were so much younger than me.

But that behavior ended that day.

I had kept myself in scrupulous physical shape, determined not to let my body take on the ennui of years that my heart was starting to feel. But it was time to let loose.

A few minutes later, Garrett was buckled into the passenger seat, and I was driving us off the lot. I swung into traffic and headed for the freeway.

The car handled like a dream. I felt the powerful purr of the engine like an electrical tingle all through me. My nerve endings crackled with excitement. When we reached the freeway, I opened it up some.

The surge of speed took my breath away. Memories came crashing over me of racing around in my old heap. But this ride was way better. Back then I hadn’t appreciated the glory of the experience. Like so much in one’s younger years, events just slipped by, even the really good times.

I savored the deliciousness of the moment. The mechanical thrust of the car possessed my spirit. It reinvigorated every muscle. I grinned behind the wheel, pushing the vehicle still harder.

Garrett said, “You look like you’re enjoying yourself. But remember the speed limit.”

He was right, of course. I eased up on the gas, but I felt I already knew the car, like I was wired to it. I hadn’t woken up that morning thinking I wanted to buy a new vehicle. But there I was behind the wheel. I could afford it, and Garrett had a point. Why not indulge myself some?

I took an off-ramp, figuring I’d swing around and head back to the dealership. The curve turned out to be sharper than I’d thought, and Garrett lurched against his seat belt. His free hand reached out to brace himself but landed on my thigh.

He snatched it back immediately and said, “Leslie, I’m so sorry!”

Grinning, I said, “Don’t be.”

Suddenly, a new impulse overtook me. I turned away from the freeway, heading outside the city limits, where there were long stretches of woods and grasslands.

My thigh tingled where he’d touched me. I drove down an empty lane and pulled off under some trees. It looked like nobody had been down that road in years. I cut the ignition, reached over and groped Garrett’s thigh — for the same amount of time he’d had contact with me. I felt the firmness of his muscles.

“There,” I said sweetly. “We’re even.”

Cooling metal ticked under the hood, and birds chirped in the trees. In the moment, we both seemed breathless. Excitement was written all over Garrett’s face.

At the same instant, we threw ourselves at each other and our mouths came together urgently. I met his tongue with my own. The gear shift dug into my thigh, but I ignored it. I yanked off his tie and started on the buttons of his shirt.

Garrett pulled my blouse off over my head. With a deft snap, my bra was loose. His strong hands kneaded my breasts, sending thrills through me and making my nipples stiffen. My palms roamed freely over his hard pecs.

Our tongues continued to tangle madly, and I felt his vitality pouring off him like visible energy. He was a stud in his prime. How long had it been since I’d been with a man his age?

But age seemed suddenly irrelevant, a random number thrown into the mixtures of our identities. We were simply two horny people, eager for each other — the sexual need a veritable frenzy inside that car.

I broke our kiss, and Garrett let out a needy groan. Glancing behind us, I saw the backseat was a cramped little compartment, so I threw open the driver’s side door.

As I stepped out into the air, I peeled off my skirt and panties. Garrett came out the other door, swiftly wrestling off his work slacks. His cock sprang out, hard and beautiful. We raced around, meeting at the front of the car.

We went into a full-body embrace, naked flesh to naked flesh. His physique was toned, his limbs marbled with muscle. His cock throbbed against my flat belly, and I reached around to grope his ass. His hands closed over the soft globes of my rear. He squeezed firmly, eliciting a squeal of pleasure from me.

I slid a hand between our squirming bodies and seized the length of his cock. His whole body jumped, and he grunted with satisfying delight. His shaft felt like a velvet-covered steel rod.

I pumped him, making pre-come dribble onto my fingers. The urge to taste him overtook me. I dropped to my knees in the grass beneath the trees, and Garrett’s erect cock reared before my face.

First, I licked a dewdrop of pre-come off his tip, savoring its salty flavor. Then I swirled his whole swollen cockhead with my tongue. He shivered, his hands dropping to my shoulders to steady himself.

Relishing his smooth texture, I closed my lips around him and started sucking my way down his shaft. I felt each pronounced vein of him on my slithering tongue. My gag reflex came and went, and soon I had him swallowed down to the base. His rounded crown practically pulsed in my throat.

I made sure my knees were planted firmly beneath me, then I set off to deliver a world-class blowjob. Five seconds in, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop until he came. The moment was too fraught; I was fully committed.

I kept my mouth wrapped around his dick and bobbed my head furiously. His steely fingers dug into my shoulders. He started pumping his hips, and I encouraged him, taking every plunge of his cock. I wanted to show him he could fuck my face as hard and deep as he wanted.

Soon, he was doing just that. His balls spanked my chin, and a guttural cry rose in his throat seconds before he went over the edge. His first spurt of spunk was thick and hot. I swallowed it, and took the next and the next. He howled, sending the birds in the trees shooting up into the sky.

I swayed up onto my feet, then sagged back onto the hood of the car.

Seconds later, Garrett’s strong shoulders pressed my thighs apart as he knelt before me. He kissed the tender inner flesh of my legs, and I lay back on the metal, spreading myself wide. He brought his mouth to my pussy, his tongue eager to get to work.

My juices were already streaming, and excitement and pleasure mixed within me as I was consumed by rising waves of heat. My hips lifted off the hood, and I humped against his face.

Garrett’s tongue caressed my clit, and my response was a hair-trigger. I all but screamed in aroused excitement, startling the remaining birds. Bliss reverberated within me, and before I knew it, a fierce climax was consuming me from the inside out.

When I pushed up on my elbows, I saw to my delight Garrett’s cock was hard again. He stood and pulled me toward him so my ass was hanging at the lip of the hood. With a frantic light dancing in his eyes, he set his ever ready cock to my dripping pussy.

I gasped as he drove in. My pussy walls clenched him, and the delicious slick friction of his movements thrilled me.

I sat up and threw my arms around his neck. Sinewy cords stood out on his bare body as his muscles tensed. He stroked into me repeatedly, his cock like a ramrod. I’d almost forgotten about the stamina of younger men.

My head lolled loosely on my neck as erotic sensations pumped through me. The outside air licked the sweat on my skin. I held tight to my lover, perched on the front of a gorgeous new car. The day was exquisite and impossible and rejuvenating.

Garrett went into overdrive, slamming his cock into me. Lust glazed his handsome face, and his eyes rolled back. I cried out as I felt him erupt again, this time jetting into my spasming pussy. The world seemed young again, and so did I.