condition that can endure the physical demands of being in a cramped racecar, with temperatures sometimes reaching a hundred and twenty degrees. When he was in high school, his dad took him too many races at Daytona Speedway, so he could meet and talk with the drivers in the pit area. They all told him the same thing, before racing, comes education. The sponsors want someone who will be able to speak intelligently in front of an audience. It’s the sponsor’s reputation on the line. Cameron completed his bachelor’s degree in business at Daytona State College, and is now pursuing his racing career.
I never knew racing was such a huge industry and so hard to get started in. I just thought you either had the raw talent and guts for racing or you didn’t. Courtney told me that he was flying to Alabama on the same day I was arriving, so it would be a few days before I would get to see him again. He has a big trial run in front of numerous sponsors at the Talladega racetrack. He’s hoping this is going to be his big break and someone will decide to give him a chance. He is currently working a part time job while waiting for sponsorship and told Courtney if he doesn’t get sponsorship this time, he may have to give up his dream and find a real job. Courtney never did say what he does part time; I’ll have to ask her when I get there.
After the whole conversation I had with Courtney regarding Cameron’s upcoming profession, all I could think about was the fact that racecar drivers are attractive and thrilling. You always see them at the end of the race with champagne spraying all around them and beautiful woman hanging on their arms. That night I imagined being there with him when he won his first race. During the after race frenzy, he pushed me against his racecar, and gave me a very indecent kiss for the whole world to see on TV. I’ve thought about what it would be like to peel his racing suit off after a race and enjoying a nice long shower with him, sensually rubbing his aching muscles while admiring the sight of the soapy water running down his rock hard body. Then him taking me to bed and making love to me the entire night to celebrate his first win.
I have spent so many nights wondering what kind of lover Cameron would be. Would he be the type of man that’s only out for his own satisfaction, or would he be the kind of lover that takes his time and makes sure the woman is completely satisfied before fulfilling his own needs? In my fantasies, he’s the slow lover taking time to adore every part of my body.
Damn, I’m rather upset about having to wait to see him ; I’ve waited twelve long years! I don’t want to wait a second longer. I’m anxious to know what he will think of me after all this time. Will he still be attracted to me or will he find me boring and pathetic, knowing the situation I got myself into with Dylan. I don’t want anyone to take pity on me.
I hope he finds me attractive. I don’t consider myself too hard on the eyes. I’m five foot six inches tall and slim at a hundred and fifteen pounds. My hair is a long natural shade of blonde, which I hope gets a little blonder once I start hitting the beach. I have blue eyes and a great complexion when I’m not bruised. I’m blessed with the traits from my mother’s side of the family and even though we are slender, we were given decent sized breast s that seem to attract a man’s attention before anything else. It used to bother me in school, but now that I’m older, it has some advantages, especially when I was waitressing. Even Miss Betty sitting next to me said I was beautiful; then again, she could have just been being polite.
“Buckle up honey, they just made the announcement that we’re going to start descending into Orlando,” Betty says.
“I didn’t hear any announcement, I must have been in my own world of thoughts,” I say.
Geez, I really need to stop