The Mechanic

 

You are a mechanic at a local garage. Part of why you love your job is that you enjoy the way your nipples rub against your t-shirt in your coveralls, when you wear a t-shirt. There are times when you pull it off, and the rough cotton rubs against your sensitive nipples at you reach, stretch, and work. Today is a warm day, so you remove your t-shirt and bra. Every time you need to get under a car or reach over a engine, you feel the warmth of the cooling metal through your jumpsuit.

I bring my car in for a maintenance check-up. I’m surprised the main mechanic is you, a beautiful woman, but I trust you will do what needs to be done and charge me fairly. I wait in the “break area” as you and your other mechanics do what needs to be done.

I see you working and think how sexy you are under your coveralls. From time to time, I swear I see your hard nipples visible through your thick coveralls. I imagine how beautiful they are, and how they would feel in my mouth. I watch you stretch and see how the curves of your body look. I imagine how sexy you would be naked. I am sitting on the couch, lost in my erotic fantasies.

“Sir, you have a problem. We need to replace the control module. Here is the write up, and here is the cost.”

“Oh Wow. That is more than I thought. Is there any way to reduce the cost of that?”

You look down at the bulge in my pants. You smile, “If you pay me cash for the part, and come back at the end of the day, I will see what we can do.”

I leave out and head for the bank. It is a few blocks away, and I walk to it. It is warm out, but I am not passing up on saving money.

You go back to work. You finish up my car, and then concentrate on doing a few others. Oil changes, lubricating bearings, changing tires, etc. You and your team spend the day finishing up all the cars in the bay.

The sun is going down. The doors are open to ensure the heat goes out as the evening slowly cools down. Your crew is a mix of guys and gals (some of whom date each other), they ask if there is anything else that needs done. One of them nods towards me, sitting in the waiting area. “What about that guy. I thought we did his car hours ago?”

“Yeah, he had to get me the money. I will take care of it. You go. I’ll lock up.” You tell them as they all head out. You close up the large doors, make your way securing up the building. Then you come to me. I am sitting on the couch, I had been sweating, my polo shirt and slacks are damp from earlier.

I stand up, reach into my pocket and hand you a large wad of $20’s “There you go. The cash you asked for. Is there anything else you need, before I get my car?”

You pocket the cash. You unbutton your coveralls and free your breasts. You reach into my pants and grab my soft cock. “You will satisfy me. And if you do a good enough job, I will give you your car. If you do a poor job, then you owe me the cost of labor on the bill.” As you say, you firmly squeeze my dick. It hardens a bit with that. “Yes. Ma’am.” I say. I slowly caress your lovely breasts. You feel my hand slowly move across them, around them, and cupping them. I bend my head a bit and slowly lick around your left nipple. You feel the slick smooth texture of my tongue slowly moving around your nipple. My fingers slowly caress your right nipple at the same time.

You release my dick and put your hands on my head. Your skin smells of sweat, oil, grease, and GoJo cleaner. I slowly but firmly suck your left nipple. You feel the suction of my mouth pull on it. At the same time, my fingers firmly grasp your right nipple, and I smoothly pull with a similar pressure. You grab my hair. “Mmmm that feels pretty good,” you tell me. “Thank you, I try my best.” And I slowly lick my way across your chest to your right nipple. You feel my warm breath and my cool saliva as slowly lick across.

I lick around your right nipple, as my other hand caresses your left nipple. I continue licking and caressing until I suck firmly and pull both nipples simultaneously.

It feels so good, your pussy is tingling, and you know it’s getting wet.

You let go of my head and finish unbuttoning your coveralls. “I want you to lick my pussy next. If you can do that, we might have a deal.” You strip them off, and all you have on is your cotton panties. You sit on the couch and lean back against the arm rest. Your legs are spread wide, and your panties visibly damp, but that could be from sweat too, I think.

I get on my knees, I slowly kiss the inner thigh of your right leg. You feel my soft lips with gentle angel kisses on your skin. Soft and warm. I occasionally use the tip of my tongue and lick your smooth skin for a second, creating a pattern, kiss, lick, kiss, lick, as I move close to your panty covered pussy.

You feel the tip of my tongue slowly lick across the fabric of your panties. My tongue licking the outline of your pussy through your damp panties. Licking up… across… down…and…around. You feel the texture of the wet cotton fabric slowly moving on your sensitive pussy lips.

I slowly pull the crotch of your panties to the side and lick between your pussy lips. You feel the tip of my tongue going up. I lick around your clit. My fingers gently push back the hood, exposing your lovely clit. I slowly lick around it.

Then you feel my warm wet mouth clamp down on it as I suck it firmly. The pressure feels so good. You grab handfuls of my hair as I suck it.

I gently work a finger into your wet pussy. Your lips are open as I suck harder. You feel my finger slowly going in and out, twisting as I continue sucking. Then I stop sucking and lick around it. “Is this good enough for my car, or do I need you to cum first?” I ask.

“Help me cum first,” you say as you pull my hair bit. You feel two fingers going in and out of your pussy as I lick your clit some more. Thrusting and twisting. Going deeper each trust. You grab my head and hump my face. Your pussy is so wet with pleasure.

I move my mouth down, and you feel my tongue deep in your pussy. I use my two slick fingers to rub your clit. Slowly, in tight circles at first, but then faster and harder.

You tighten your thighs around my head. “Oh God, this feels so good.” You pull my face tight against your pussy. I feel it pulse and throb against my mouth. “Yes cum, on my face.” I say. I rub your clit harder and faster until you cum.

You are breathing hard, and your body is tinging a bit. You see lights come on in the business office. “Shit, I forgot to finish locking up. That is the manager probably checking to see why the alarms weren’t set.” I help you up and help you into your coveralls. “Your keys are in the office. Wash your face off first. I will tell the manager that you were late getting here with your full payment.”

I go to the restroom and you go to the office. “I’m sorry about not setting the alarms, but we had a client who was late getting back here with his payment.” I hear you explain as I wash your tasty juices from my face, and wish we had more time to properly finish. Maybe next time I need my car serviced.

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