Shower activities and breakfast finished and I can tell Ana is getting into the zone for racing. She has turned serious, no joking, innuendo or teasing but serious thought and at times it's like she is running through the race in her mind already.
"Let's go" she announces suddenly.
Taylor is waiting and we reach the track quickly as traffic has yet to start building. She hardly glances back as she strolls to the garage to get ready and I feel disappointed.
"Where did you get to last night?" Elliot's voice startles me; he has a twinkle in his own eye though as he winks at me.
"Same place as you by the looks of it" I wink back.
"What happened to your shirt bro?" Shit, I forgot that some buttons had been forcibly removed last night.
"Caught it on a door handle" that is the best I can come up with?
"Likely story Christian, you had better go change and come back, in fact I will come with you and change too"
At the plane, Elliot showers first while I shave and then we swap. I put on a new shirt, chinos and loafers. We hurry back so as not to get stuck in traffic, back at the garage, Ana is deep in conversation with Ray and the chief mechanic. It's still a time until the 3pm start but the last practice session is underway, the noise is building and the familiar smell of fuel, oil and excitement is in the air. Some hard core fans have arrived for the race, have taken their places in the stands already and are eagerly following the practice session.
43 runners in this race and Ana is starting 22nd on the grid, she is disappointed I know but the car hasn't felt right at all. However she has 312 laps to improve and just at that thought my gut tightens and I feel a tension in my neck and a headache coming on.
"Chill Christian, you look really tense all of a sudden" Elliot comments
"I am, just the thought of her driving 312 laps around this 'goldfish bowl' at high speeds is enough to set me on edge"
"She knows what she is doing, give her some credit" Elliot tries to reassure me.
"It's not just her though, what if she gets caught up in something else?" I shudder at the thought.
"She is smart, streetwise and sassy, she will be fine"
"I really hope so bro"
Elliot and I spend some time walking up and down the garages, each team frantically trying to get their cars up and running in the best shape possible. Mechanics are here and there, under the hood or under the car, tweaking this and adjusting that. Engines rev, tires are secured and a last minute polish to make sure they look immaculate. The tension is palpable as the time draws closer and then everything they have been working on is put into the hands of a driver to run hundreds of laps, bumping-no sorry 'rubbing' other cars, keeping tires in good shape, the list is endless.
We are back at GSR garage as the call comes for grid formation, Ana roars out of the garage and lines up.
I feel uneasy as the light goes green, the noise of 43 NASCAR racers pulling away from the start is deafening so Elliot and I retreat to the comfort of the owner's box to view the race.
Each lap of the circuit is 1 mile and I have my eyes firmly fixed on Ana's car until I can't see straight, I start to feel dizzy and nauseous. The race proceeds fairly smoothly with only a few bumps and knocks here and there, a couple of cautions are put out, until lap 172 when Ana and car 51 make contact. Her car slides about all over the track but she keeps it on the road, damn she lost quite a few places though but she carries on.
"Fuck, she is going off" I yell "Phew" I say out loud without meaning too when she gets back on track.
"Told you she could handle it" Elliot points out.
I watch her intensely again until I am happy she is ok, I turn to Elliot to say…
"Oh shit she has spun, looks like a puncture" he shouts
My stomach is in my mouth, I am up in a flash, my hands on the glass and my breath fogging up my view. I see her driving slowly back to the garage, her race is over and I know she will be bitterly disappointed but at least she is ok.
I leave the box to go and see Ana, she is climbing out of her car before she storms into car 51's garage, I can hear some raised voices until her Dad and some pit crew manage to pull her back to the garage.
"Damn, he was driving like a total jackass" she curses " I think the puncture came from the damage", I don't think she has seen me yet "What a totally crappy race and a waste of time" she looks around and then apologizes to the mechanics, pit crew and her Dad for not doing better for them. They are all commiserating her for an unlucky break during the race but that it's early in the season with plenty of time to improve.
"The new part owner is not gonna be happy with lack of exposure" she has seen me and winks.
"It isn't all bad Ana, Mr Grey, I am glad you are here because we look to have a new sponsor, not a huge one but it's a start" Ray says proudly.
"That's great news Dad" Ana kisses her father on the cheek "Who is crazy enough to want their name splashed across the car?"
"Skittles" Ray says "Well technically Wrigley's and that is a division of Mars. Don't be too down on yourself Ana, still plenty of races to go" Ray hugs her.
I offer my hand and congratulate Ray and Ana, that's a good thing to happen on a not so good race day.
I head back to the box where I left Elliot
"Everything ok?" he asks.
"Yes, it is now, she stormed into the other driver's garage for a show down and had to be pulled away" Elliot looks surprised.
"I don't think I have seen her angry at all" he says.
"Scary bro, scary" I raise my eyebrows in mock horror and we chuckle.
The commentator indicates we are on the final 10 laps of the race with Kevin Harvick in the lead and that is the result after 312 laps. It comes up on the television screen that Ana has been awarded 30th place which is better than a non-finish but not really where any driver wants to finish. The experience she is getting though is invaluable particularly as the field is relatively mature.
We head downstairs to the garage, they have already begun packing up the huge amount of equipment, even though the race didn't go to plan, the air is of confidence for the next race, a new sponsor is a boost and I overheard Ana say the car felt really good after all the adjustments the mechanics made.
I manage to catch Ana in a quieter moment to ask her what was happening next, her answer surprised me…
"I have post-race horniness that needs seeing too, hotel or plane?" she giggles.
"Hotel definitely" I can feel my own temperature rising, she rubs the palm of her hand over my already bulging erection and it's all I can do to stop myself just throwing her on the floor and taking here there and then.
"Just give me a moment" she whispers, I need a moment just to be able to walk normally and without wincing in discomfort.
I busy myself looking at diagrams of engines, configurations of systems, pictures of cars, engines and I think a gear box which allows my erection to dissipate somewhat before Ana bounces back over to me.
"Come, quickly, I have an hour before I need to be back to help out here" she grabs my hand and literally pulls me to my car, the every ready Taylor drives off to the hotel as instructed. She brushes her hand up my inner thigh, deliberately allowing her fingers to sweep over my twitching and eager dick.
"You are a minx" I whisper. We arrive at the hotel and I practically carry her to the room in haste.
The door bursts open and she backs me into the wall after slamming the door shut with her foot. Her hands are everywhere as are her lips; my shirt falls to the floor followed by my trousers. She pushes me backwards until I find the bed with the back of my legs, I fall down on the bed and she is on top of me quick as a flash, pinning my arms above my head and grinding her pelvis over mine. She sits up allowing me to remove her top, she is not wearing a bra so I squeeze and tease her breasts and nipples which harden instantly.
"Stay" she says with a commanding voice.
She climbs off me and proceeds to slowly and seductively remove her trousers; she closes her eyes and dances to a rhythm only she knows, taking her trousers down an inch at a time. Her hands run over her thighs before she goes down the front of her panties, I almost choke and come at the same time. She hooks her fingers in the fine lace of her panties at each hip and lowers them to her trousers which are at her knees.
I can't stand it anymore and start to get up.
"NO!" she wags her finger at me and demands I stay put even though I am desperate to ravish her body.
She kicks her clothes off and is standing totally naked in front of me. She kneels at my feet before planting soft sensuous kisses all the way up my legs, inner thighs and she licks my hard dick briefly before continuing up my abs, she flicks my nipples; reaching my neck she delicately kisses my throat and then lips. I groan in total ecstasy at the heights she is taking me before begging her to envelope me with her body.
She straddles me again but this time taking my length inside, she rocks back and forth while I play with her breasts and clit at the same time. She indicates a change of position, I get up, pick her up, all the while I cannot keep my hands or lips off her body, I set her bottom on the edge of the vanity unit which is exactly the right height for me to bend her over and thrust. After a few moments of delicious thrusting, I pick her up and lay her down on the bed, she wraps her legs around my waist and we finish together in the traditional missionary position but one that allows me to see and feel every bit of pleasure she is experiencing.
"Oh Christian, harder please" I watch her face as I slam harder, she arches her neck and her breathing quickens.
"Come for me baby" I pant "Oh yeah" I can feel the familiar tightening and a moment later she grips me tighter in mid orgasm before calling out as she peaks. Her voice stirs me on and I peak soon after before collapsing into her arms, panting, sweating and very satiated.
She leans over and kisses me, I respond back but I just rub her back and shoulders, she jerks every so often as she continues to spasm after her orgasm.
"Ana baby, are you ok?" I smile.
"I am great" she beams "but…"
"I know, you have to get back to the garage to help out" I feel disappointed as our time is cut short again…