I look out the window and sigh. He’s working on the car again and a wave of jealousy washes over me. I’ve never understood why some people become so attached to their rides, giving them pet names and stroking them when they think no-one is watching. Restoring that monstrosity is taking up most of his time and it is driving me crazy. No pun intended!
“Get a grip! It’s just a motor vehicle,” I think to myself. “How can you be so envious of a rusty, old, gas-guzzling machine?”
As I stare through the glass he emerges from underneath the vehicle and his bare chest is glistening with perspiration in the midday sun. He wipes his brow with the back of his hand and reaches for a cold bottle of water. He takes a large swig and droplets of condensation cascade down his body. He pours some water over his head and as he flicks his wet hair, my pulse quickens and my knees weaken. I bite into my bottom lip in order to regain a modicum of self-control – but it is utterly pointless! He opens the bonnet and bends over the engine and I can’t take my eyes off his backside in those tight, blue jeans.
“He’s so fucking sexy,” I sigh. “I really want him right now.”
I sprint outside and my floral dress billows in the harsh wind. He turns around and smiles at me with a hint of naughtiness in his eyes.
“She’s coming along good,” he says. “Isn’t she?”
I roll my eyes derisively.
“I saw you watching me through the window,” he states matter-of-factly. “Then you probably know why I’m here,” I reply saucily.
He closes the hood of the car and sits close to the edge. I reach up and wipe a smear of oil off his nose and he kisses me with such raw intensity that I can feel my clit twitching in desperation. He places his large hands around my waist and I trail a line of kisses down his neck.
“Your dress is ruined,” he says as he looks at the grease stains left by his fingers. “Who cares! Just shut up and kiss me.”
He laughs at my impatience and complies with my request.
“So bossy!” he smiles. “I love it.”
He lifts my dress over my head and I am standing in my mismatched undergarments. It’s a quiet Sunday and there’s no-one around but I’m apprehensive about baring so much of my body. Who knows when someone might appear and get a glimpse of my less than perfect physique?
“Come on,” he whispers. “Let’s jump in the car.”
He opens the door and I recline on the back seat which has been recently reupholstered. He climbs on top of me and reaches backwards to close the door. I smile as he unclasps my bra and buries his face between my swollen breasts.
“You are so beautiful,” he sighs. “I love your curves.”
He massages my breasts with his masculine palms and slips one of my hardened nipples into his mouth. As he swirls his tongue I moan softly into the crook of his neck and his skin prickles with heat. I close my eyes and breathe in his earthy scent.
“You smell wonderful.”
Using two fingers he slides off my undies and I spread my legs, allowing him access to my moist, needy pussy. The corners of his mouth turn upward as he notices how wet he makes me.
“How much do you want me?”
He winks at me slyly and kisses me on the lips.
“Too fucking much!” I giggle as I place my hands against his strong torso.
Instead of diving straight for my clitoris, he caresses my inner thighs with his tongue. I groan loudly as he carefully strokes my labia between his thumb and index finger. He moves his mouth over my engorged clit and I shiver with excitement. He gently sucks on my tingling nub and I cry out in a moment of pure ecstasy.
“You like that don’t you?” he asks.
“Mmm hmm,” is the only response I can manage.
He gazes upon my red cheeks and tenderly runs his fingers through my hair. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Oh yes!” I scream enthusiastically.
He unzips his jeans and drags them down to his ankles along with his underpants. “You make me so hard,” he growls seductively.
He takes his cock in one hand and rubs it tenderly against my nub. I moan as a warm sensation courses through my entire being. I grab onto his wide shoulders as he enters me and the walls of my pussy envelop him.
“We’re made for each other,” I sigh.
“I know baby,” he says. “We are a perfect fit.”
He thrusts his length in and out and my muscles expand and contract around him. He lunges faster and deeper and I can feel his dick throbbing inside me. I curl my toes against the leather seat coverings and arch my back in anticipation.
“You’re going to come soon,” I whisper. “And so am I.”
My whole body shakes as he releases inside me and the sound of his moans are enough to drive me over the edge. We come at almost exactly the same time and our cries are amplified within the tight confines of the car.
“I… hope no-one heard… us,” I say whilst trying to catch my breath.
“I doubt it,” he reassures me.
We both sit upright and he holds me in his muscular arms. I rest my head against his chest and listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart. He kisses my forehead and sighs with contentment.
“That was wonderful,” he says.
“I needed that.”
I look around at the interior of the car and it is almost unrecognisable from the wreckage he towed into the yard only a few weeks ago. I admire his handiwork and smile up at him adoringly.
“So, what do you think?” he asks.
“You’ve put in a lot of effort. She’s looking great.”
“It sounds like you’re warming up to her?”
“Maybe a little,” I smirk.
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