The Mechanic

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  • Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary
  • Word Count: 2,690
  • Heat Level: NC-17
  • Pairing: M/F

Two days ago my old Chevy Impala finally died for good: the rear axle split in half and dropped from the car on my way home from work. Needless to say, I was quite irritated because I sure did love that stupid car. However, I knew it was time for a new one, so the next day on my way home from work, I stopped by the old used-car dealership to look over some prospects.

As my rented Dodge pulled into the driveway, I started looking around, and spotted a few promising vehicles. Since the only man around was a young mechanic working on an old Nova, I figured the owner had stepped out for a bit and drove back to my house. I decided to return to the lot the next day.

That night, as I settled in to watch the 10 o’clock news, the face of the mechanic swam idly around my brain. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties, and had the nicest built ass I’d seen in a while. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be there tomorrow when I stopped back at the dealership. I went to bed and pictured his hands, rough from his work, but clean, grazing my nipples and then sliding down my body. I sighed. It had been ages since I’d last had sex and I wondered if I even remembered what body parts went where. I rolled over and went to sleep, too discouraged to even bother masturbating. But I thought of those hands as I drifted off.

The next day I pulled into the dealership again, feeling agitated from my restless night. All I dreamed about was fucking! That meant the whole day at work, I couldn’t concentrate, and instead found myself daydreaming about hands and lips and I was really irritable by the time I stepped out of my car and into the lot. I was ready to snap someone’s head off with the frustration of it all, until I saw that mechanic again. My brain went fuzzy, and my face flushed as I felt myself start heating and then moistening. I was certain that as soon as he looked up, he’d know I was imagining his ass clutched in my hands while his cock pulsed against my wet pussy.

“Can I help you?” a male voice inquired, smooth and silky. The timbre vibrated my brain.

“What?” I whipped around. The mechanic stood beside me, holding a wrench in his left hand. Idly he brought the tool around to his front and began rubbing the grease off the tip with his other hand. I swallowed, tried to clear my throat. I didn’t even see him stop working and walk over to me, for crying out loud!

“Oh, I was looking to buy a car. Is the owner around?” I replied. I could feel his eyes curiously moving over my face and body. Was it my imagination, or did his gaze linger on my breasts? I was sure he could see the points of my nipples scratching against the silk of my blouse. My mini-skirt suddenly seemed too short for modesty and I hoped to god that I wasn’t so wet that I’d begin dripping down my leg. I’d be mortified if he knew how desperately I wanted his lips on me.

“Well, he’s standing right in front of you,” the man replied. He dropped the wrench onto a box and grabbed a rag from the front of his pants to wipe his right hand off before holding it out to me.    “I’m Simon.” I shook his hand and he invited me into the office just off the garage.

“I’ll be just a minute,” he said, as he guided me into a chair. “I just want to clean up a little. I’ll be closing up soon so I might as well wash up now.”

I sat in the old cracked black vinyl chair, trying futilely to pull my skirt down. I could feel my panties sticking to the chair and wondered how he’d react to the wet spot when I stood up. Abruptly, I thought to myself: why am I so embarrassed? He’s a good looking man and so what if I’m in the mood for fucking? That doesn’t mean I have to do anything about it! I sat up straight and crossed my legs just as Simon walked back into the room, shirtless. I gaped.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, perching on the desk’s edge in front of me. “I ran out of clean towels,” he explained while wiping his damp face and chest with his shirt. I stared as the water drops ran tracks down his smooth skin before focusing on one drop hovering on his left nipple. I licked my lips slowly and felt a sudden surge of wet between my legs as I finally looked up into his face. He was staring at my mouth.

“What the hell,” I murmured as I stood up. He was smooth and strong, and his black hair that had been trapped under a bandanna was now hanging tangled down his back to his waist. Did I mention I love long hair on a man? His eyes shifted to mine, and I watched his pupils dilate, then contract to small points in the gray of his irises. Those eyes mesmerized me, and I stepped closer, reached my mouth up, and licked his lips like a cat. He jerked.

“Well, so much for the car,” I said and leaned forward again. His hands in my long red hair stopped my face.

“Now, are you sure you know what you’re doing, lady?” he asked, ever so politely. “Not that I object at all to obliging,” he added, glancing at the chair I’d been sitting in. His eyes widened, as he noticed the spot in the middle. He moved his thumb closer to my mouth and finally I turned slightly, taking it into my teeth and bit down gently. A quick tongue swipe, then a release.

“I know what I want,” I replied. I reached out my hand, captured that stubborn water droplet on his nipple and brought it up to his mouth. I moistened his lips with it, and I guess his control must have broken or something because his hands were suddenly gripping my head firmly by the hair, and he was licking slowly at my lips. I parted my mouth and immediately his tongue ducked inside, stopping at my teeth and exploring their shape. I moved closer and grazed my nipples on his chest, shuddering.

“Mmmm,” he exclaimed, when I touched my tongue to his. I opened my mouth wider and sucked his tongue strongly, digging my nails into his shoulders. I reached up, and grabbed one of his ears with one hand, and his hair with the other and pulled him closer. His hands circled my ass and began squeezing rhythmically. By now, I was panting frantically, and my pussy was throbbing. I don’t think he minded though, because the cock I felt pushing against my stomach was hard and hot.

“Honey, I’m going to fuck you right here.” Simon said quietly, pulling back and looking at my face. His lips were glistening with my saliva.

“Definitely,” I replied, hoarsely. I pulled back, and he unbuttoned my blouse. I noticed as he did, that his hands had no trace of the grease from before, for which I was profoundly grateful. It’s not as if I mind dirt all that much, I just didn’t want it inside my pussy, which was where I hoped he’d put those fingers next. He was breathing heavily and gripped my blouse in both hands when he saw I was not wearing a bra. He gently pulled it over my shoulders and down my arms. My breasts swelled and my nipples hardened even more, if that were possible. I stood looking at him, wondering what he was thinking when suddenly, he bent over and licked my right nipple. I gasped and shook.

“You have beautiful breasts,” Simon groaned, then leaned forward, and grasped my nipple between his teeth. He bit down, and flicked his tongue over the captured tip while steadying my shaking with his hands on my hips. When I managed to grasp reality again, I began unbuckling his jeans, and slid them over his hips. His cock sprang free and I could see some glistening pre-come on the tip. It was all I could do not to lean over and suck it off right there, but I wanted my clothes off, too.

“Beautiful,” I breathed, and reached out to stroke him quick before I stepped back.

He extracted his legs from his jeans and boots while I took off my skirt. I pulled down my dripping panties, but left on my sheer black thigh-high stockings and heels. For a moment, we just stood looking at each other, then he grabbed my nipple again with two fingers and led me slowly over to the couch on the other side of the office. I found the way he got me to the couch quite interesting, to say the least, and collapsed on the flannel blanket covering the cushions, gasping for air.

“This is the most interesting thing I’ve done in a long while. I’m going to take advantage of that,” Simon warned me, just as he knelt in front of me, pushing my legs in the air. I couldn’t get the air for speech, as my pussy lay exposed in front of him. I could feel his breath hot and moist on my labia, almost tickling and I groaned softly. He released my legs and I kept them apart and rested my feet on his shoulders while his hands moved up to my nipples and began rolling the tips back and forth. Suddenly, he sucked in his breath, and licked my pussy. I bucked. He stopped on my pulsing clitoris and began licking back and forth over it, back and forth, back and forth, while his fingers rolled my nipples. The fine line between pleasure and pain was making my vision go dim and I knew I’d come soon, when he released one nipple and brought his hand down to my vagina. He slowly pushed it inside me and pressed up, kneading rhythmically. My muscles clutched at his finger and I gasped for breath.

“You taste so sweet,” he said hoarsely, and clamped his teeth down on my clitoris. I let out a long low moan at that, and then his finger began sliding in and out of me and I wanted to die. No, really, I wanted to die from the pleasure of it. He brought his other finger down, and inserted that, then rubbed some of my wetness over my ass. I was shaking uncontrollably when he slid his other finger up me there. I exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life as his tongue moved back over my clitoris. I couldn’t breathe, or think, as the climax continued for longer than I thought possible. His tongue so soft and wet continued moving over my clit the whole time until I finally collapsed, lying panting on the couch.

“Well, that was something,” I finally whispered to Simon.

“It’s not over yet, is it?” he inquired as he sat down on the couch. I sat up and looked at his face, wet with my juices. I looked down at his hard cock, and the pre-come was slithering out of the tip and down the shaft. I wanted, no needed, to suck his cock and I suddenly grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the couch.

“Just relax,” I told him, chuckling as his erection strained against the air.

“Yeah, right, relax” he said, sardonically, as he breathed heavily. He didn’t resist my hands, as I slid off the couch and knelt down in front of him. My pussy was already throbbing again as I eyed his cock.

“Spread your legs a little wider,” I told him, and he obliged. I could now see the small puckered opening of his anus and holding his arms, I leaned over and licked the spot right below it. Simon bucked, cursing while I held his hands down.

“Honey, don’t tease me,” he said, while I smiled up at him.

“Don’t worry,” I replied, “you’ll like this.” I opened my mouth and started licking up under his balls, and then at the base of his cock. I followed the pre-come trail up the shaft to the head and licked around and around the head. Simon was moaning by this time, and my pussy was dripping new wetness. I opened my mouth, and without warning him, I slid my lips over his penis and sucked hard, moving my mouth back and forth. I released his left wrist and brought my right hand down to play around his anus. Simon groaned at that and began jerking his hips off the couch in a thrusting motion. I could barely concentrate as I thought of what that cock would feel like inside me.

“Whatever you’re doing down there, don’t stop,” Simon gasped. I brought my other hand down to circle his shaft and move up and down with my mouth. Simon’s hands clamped in my hair and he moved my head up and down on his penis faster and faster. Finally, my jaw tired a bit, and I released him and stood up. He opened his eyes as I moved to lie down on top of him.

“No, not like that,” he said, and stood up, shaking a bit. He turned and shoved everything off his desk, then spread a flannel blanket out on top of it. He turned to me and dragged me to the desk, boosting me up on its edge. He moved in closer and I closed my legs around his hips. I could feel his cock bouncing around the edge of my labia and I couldn’t help jerking closer.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked, staring holes in my eyes.

“God, yes,” I answered, licking my lips. He began moving his lips slowly, so slowly towards my face, when suddenly, he stabbed his tongue deep inside my mouth and his cock deep inside my pussy simultaneously. We both moaned and shuddered uncontrollably when he started moving inside me, first slowly, so I could feel every inch of his cock, then faster. I clamped down on his bottom lip with my teeth and grabbed his butt with my hands to pull him back as he thrust. He squeezed his hands under my ass, and pulled me to him and then whispered:

“Don’t even try to hold on, now, ‘cause I’m gonna lose it.” Well, no sooner does he say this than he begins pumping into me so fast I feel my breasts lifting and slamming his chest, my erect nipples rubbing almost unbearably against his skin. His balls were smacking my ass when he suddenly placed a thumb on my clit. I jerked and moaned as my pussy clenched around him with my climax and his cock rushed into me again and again. The orgasm just went on and on as I felt the muscles in his arms go rigid until he finally stopped and let out a low moan. I was still shuddering in orgasm when his cock pulsed hotly inside me and his come spurted out into my vagina, hot and wet. His hands squeezed my ass so hard, I was sure I’d have bruises for a week.

We shook together for what seems like years, until he finally lifted his head and looked at me. I stared up dazedly, thinking, he looks pretty damn good staring down at me. He drew breath to speak and asked, “You’d better tell me your name, ‘cause this is definitely not going to be a one-time thing.” I laughed, and he chuckled.

Six months later, we married, and damn if we’re not still fucking like crazy people whenever we get the chance. I got my new car for free, too!

© 2011 Erin M. Leaf