I pull up to the garage entrance. Heart pounding. The metal shutter’s wide open. Smell of oil hits me first. I step out, sandals clicking on concrete. Silence everywhere. Abandoned trucks on jacks. Tools scattered.
A metallic clang from the left. I turn. Citroën with doors flung wide. I approach. Heels echo. Then, the redhead mechanic slides out from under on his creeper. Blue eyes bulge. Wrench frozen in hand. Freckled face pales.
Tension Builds in the Workshop Office
I crouch down. Smile. ‘Hi, looking for Adjudant Berthier.’ Legs spread accidental. My beige skirt hikes. White satin panties flash. Bush peeks out sides. Full thighs exposed. His gaze locks there. Jaw drops. Face flames red.
Heat rushes my cheeks. I snap legs shut. Stand fast. Back away. He scrambles up. ‘He’s coming, ma’am.’ Voice stutters.
I spin. There he is. Berthier. Mid-fifties. Graying hair slicked back. Thick mustache. Broad shoulders. Clean green jumpsuit unzipped a bit. Chest hair peeking. Black eyes sparkle. ‘Sorry, just showered after workout.’ Voice deep, calm.
‘Your husband’s car leaked oil. Robert, check hers.’ Hands me keys. I fumble. Follow him to the glass-door office. Glance back. Redhead stares at my ass. Black guy too, from desk. Karim. Fine features. Dark skin.
Office smells of fresh coffee mixed with my floral perfume. Two desks. Lockers. Shower sign. Calendar on wall. Karim grins, leaves for inventory. Door clicks shut behind him.
We chat. Career stuff. His eyes hold mine. I flush. Thighs clench. Belly twists. ‘Coffee?’ He rises. I watch his back. Muscles shift.
He turns. Our stares lock. I stand. Walk to him. Hands on his chest. Lips brush his cheek. Wet smack. He jerks. ‘What the–?’
‘Tongue on his jaw. Rough stubble. He backs up. Face reddens. ‘Fuck, ma’am…’
I grab his cheeks. ‘Saw you yesterday. Can’t stop thinking.’ He glances at door. Window. Locks office door. Click echoes. Opens shower room. Nods.
Vestiaire. Dim light from skylight. Lockers. Wooden bench. Door shuts soft. I lean on wall. His hot palm on my belly. Burns through skirt. Other hand clamps my mouth. Fingers knead soft.
Explosive Release in the Locker Room
‘Mmmph!’ Muffled cry. He whispers, ‘You’re gorgeous. This is crazy.’ Eyes shut. Bliss. Grip his wrist. Moan low. Pull him close. Kiss his face. Wet pecks. Lips meet. Tongues tangle. Hot breaths mix.
His hands hike my skirt. Grip ass cheeks through panties. Pull aside. Bare skin. Palms knead thighs. I bite lip. Nails dig jumpsuit. He sucks neck. Growls.
Pushes me to wall. Right hand cups pussy. Fingers mold lips. Rub hard. Knees buckle. He holds me up. ‘Look at me.’ Eyes meet. Smile weak.
Fingers dive in. Bush tickles. Part lips. Circle clit. Slow. ‘Gentle… oh fuck…’ Finger probes hole. Slides in. Wet squelch. I buck. Forehead on shoulder. Tremble.
Pulls out. Unzips jumpsuit. Chest hairy. Drops briefs. Long thin cock springs. Purple head shiny. Balls heavy, hairy. I stroke glans. He groans. Cup balls. Squeeze.
Kneel. Lips wrap shaft. Suck slow. Tongue swirls. He grips hair. Thighs quake. Saliva drips.
Stand. Yank panties aside. Push him to bench. Straddle. Guide cock. Sink down. ‘Ahhh!’ Fills me tight. Eyes roll back. Ride steady. Wet slaps. His fingers bruise hips.
He grunts. Freezes. Cum jets hot inside. I wail into shoulder. Clench him. Waves crash.
Pant. Adjust clothes. Slip out. Back to office. Coffee pot hums. He steps out. ‘Fixed, ma’am.’
Grab keys. Young guys outside. Stare. Redhead blushes. Black guy’s eyes rake me. ‘All good?’
Nod. Drive off. Pussy throbs. Cum leaks. Straight face. Like nothing happened.