We got in my car to drive to the go-kart place. I turned on the radio to hear they were giving away passes to a "meet-and-greet" to some female singer who'd be coming to town next week. "Are you interested in that?" I asked Josh.
"Ugh, I've heard those things are more like bukkake-fests," he answered. "Besides, you're much better-looking than she is. Look, I'm getting hard again just thinking about you."
"Good answer," I said, as he started masturbating. With good timing, we stopped at a red light and I reached over to help. He came as the light turned green, pulling a wipe out of the built-in holder on the center console to clean up.
We got to the go-kart place, bought our tickets, got our helmets, and went out to the track. Two go-karts came into the return area together, and what was clearly a couple got out of them. The woman said to the guy whose job it was to wipe down the seats, "Sorry, I just got excited on the last lap when it looked like I was about to beat him." She winked and briefly flipped down the skirt she was wearing, then returned it to its normal upright position, as if the brief concealment was supposed to make up for what was apparently an excess of fluid that she'd left on the seat.
Her male companion slipped the employee a couple bucks and said, "Sorry, man, no one's fucked her all day, but we're going home to go at it right now."
After the quick wipe-down, we were motioned over to take those go-karts. We sat as they showed a brief safety video on a monitor above our heads. As I looked down to make sure my feet were squarely on the pedals, I noticed that the stubble on my crotch was very obvious in the late-afternoon sunlight. I made a mental note that I'd have to shave tonight -- I definitely wasn't the kind of girl who let her hair grow for concealment purposes.
I lost count of the laps we did -- I think they gave us a couple more than we'd paid for. Josh kept coming in faster than me, but that was fine. I had forgotten the effect of the vibrations of the go-kart, and was glad I'd gotten fucked by Josh earlier.
We went to the go-kart place's snack bar for a bite to eat. I decided I was too hungry for a Flaccid-size hot dog and ordered Erect instead. Josh ordered the same along with fries to share. He had his wallet out of his thigh pocket and paid for both of us before I could say anything.
As we ate, he pulled his cell phone out of the pants pocket on his other thigh and pointed out, "It's only 6:30. What should we do now?"