When I was in high school and college, I lived at home with my parents. Once a week a Latina maid would ride the bus and we'd pick her up at the bus stop and she'd spend the day cleaning the house. She was heavyset and not very attractive, being in her mid 40's.
She once drove to the house in a early 1950's Ford, but I don't remember much about that episode.
I got my driver's license at the age of 16 and started driving a hand-me-down 1950 Cadillac around town and to school. The following year I was asked by my parents on occasion to drive the maid to the bus stop when her work was done. For some reason I found this as an opportunity to see her try to start a stalled car. So here's how it typically went:
When she was ready to leave, I'd get the keys to the Caddy and we'd go out to the car. If no one else was at home, I'd get in an turn the key to not quite the full on position. I'd then place the gear shift in neutral, pump the gas once or twice, and press the starter button. I heard the slow groan of the starter struggling to turn over the big engine with a 6 volt system. Obviously, since the ignition was not on, nothing happened except the cranking. I tried again, pumping harder. I tried a third time and pretended to turn the key off and on again, quickly, turning it this time completely to the on position. I would then be pumping harder and press the starter button while bouncing in the seat. The engine would begin turning over faster as the plugs were now getting spark, but the engine was flooded because of all my previous pumping. I would purposely begin to unflood the engine by holding the pedal to the floor longer between pumps and the engine would begin to cough and sputter. After about 10 attempts it would start with smoke billowing out the tailpipe.
I would rev it lightly to clear it out and eventually let it idle. I then would put it in reverse, back out into the street and we'd be on our way.
At the first stop sign I'd kill the engine by holding my left foot on the brake pedal while stabbing the gas pedal. She thought the engine had just spontaneously died. I'd pump the gas once or twice and press the starter button while continuing to pump the gas. The engine would cough but not catch and I continued this 5-6 times before it started.
We would get through the stop sign and be going down the road when I began feathering the pedal, making the car jerk like the engine was sputtering. I put the gear shift in netral and stabbed the gas pedal to rev it then would put it in drive and stab it again and engine would die. I'd let the car roll to a stop in neutral, pulling over to the side of the road and crank and pump several more times.
Then I'd turn to her and ask her if she could try to start it. "Maybe you'll have better luck," I said. She'd slide over into the driver's seat while I went around to the other side and got in on the right. I really didn't have to do anything, because she would start pumping the gas even before pressing the starter button with her right thumb. Her heel would come off the floor and her toes and the ball of her foot would stab the gas pedal at 3 times per second hard with a thump, thump, thump. She would bounce in the seat, leaning over the steering wheel totally focused on the task at hand. She pressed the starter in long 20 second cranking sessions, all the while pumping furiously. Occasionally the engine would cough and the starter would wind down between starting attempts. She would give it 5 second rest, pump fast and hard for 5 seconds, then press the starter again for 20 all the while pumping and bouncing.
After 15 or so attempts, I could tell the battery was growing weaker and I offered to try. I went around to the driver's side and she slid back to the right side. I made 2 to 3 more attempts, gradually increasing the time I held the pedal to the floor to gradually clear out the flooded cylinders. The engine cranking speed would begin to increase and finally the engine would chug to life. We'd finally get her to her destination
When this was going on I was rock hard and very aroused. I'm not sure she noticed as she was very focused on getting to her destination and getting the car started. At least on that first occasion I'm not sure she suspected I was fabricating the experience.
Believe it or not, I repeated this with minor variations many many times over the years. I'm sure she suspected me of manufacturing the experience but always seemed to play along with it, never questioning what was happening. A few times I actually came while she was bouncing and pumping that car, but I believe I was able to conceal it.
Many years have passed since that glorious time, but I'll never forget those moments and thought I'd share them with all of you.