It wasn’t a typical car show, in that it wasn’t for super expensive sports cars or relics that only

It wasn’t a typical car show, in that it wasn’t for super expensive sports cars or relics that only ever drove around on the back of a flat bed truck. No, this was a working man’s car show, dedicated to vehicles that only ever saw some real use. A surprising number were actually military surplus, ranging from jeeps to an actual APC that may or may not have been there legally. But what Mai was really drawn to was one of the jeeps and its driver. Many of the older jeeps were attended by gray haired, pot-bellied men dressed in baggy fatigues and ball caps declaring the unit they had served in. Their jeeps and trucks were immaculate, freshly painted in jungle greens and desert beige, with squeaky clean tires that were marred only by the fresh grass they had parked on earlier that morning. This jeep, however, was covered in mud, dirt, and more than a few leaves. Heat shimmered over the hood, warning about the hot engine rumbling beneath. The driver’s hair was just as white as the other men his age, but while his stomach was just beginning to sag he still had the lean, muscular frame of someone who made it a point to stay in shape. Unlike the others he didn’t wear half a dozen patches and camo, but a pair of blue jeans and a shirt left unbuttoned. Still, if anyone questioned his service all they had to look at was the pair of dog tags hanging around his neck and the scars left behind by the shrapnel from a Vietcong mortar. “Do you offer private rides?” Mai asked as she approached the older man. Her mouth watered as she gazed at his half-ruined body. She could feel his own gaze raking over her twenty year old body, noting just how her tied off flannel boosted her breasts and the way her microjeans hugged her slim hips. “Depends on whose asking,” the vet chuckled hungrily. “For you? No charge. Hop in.”Mai smiled as she climbed into the passenger seat. He dropped heavily into the well worn driver’s position, fitting into it with the ease of someone who’d spent a lot of time there. The engine roared as he gunned the gas, mud flying off the back tires as they dug into the soft earth. Mai’s hear began to race as they tore Hell for leather down a narrow forest trail, literally flying over several of the larger bumps.“Is this safe?” Mai asked, her long hair flying in the wind as the bounced and heaved over the track. “Easier when no one’s shooting at you,” the older man laughed. “Though not quite as exciting!”“I guess,” Mai swallowed. “But there was always something even better then getting shot at,” the vet laughed. He swung the jeep into a sharp turn, fishtailing across the trail as he slammed on the brakes. He looked at her with a predator’s gaze. “Want to guess?”“I-I don’t know,” Mai stammered. That wasn’t true. She knew exactly what he was going to say. Because it was exactly what she wanted. He leaned in close and brushed the hair from her eyes. “Fucking the tight cunts of the horny sluts who hung out around our camps. Half of them wanted a white man’s baby so that they could get evac’d state side. The other half found it a good way to get close to slit a man’s throat. Tell me, girl, which do you think you would have been?”Mai grabbed the knot at the front of her shirt and pulled it open, spilling her breasts into the afternoon soon. “Why don’t we find out?” -- source link

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