by Betsy Locke
Michael opened a side door that led to the garage. “So what's the problem you're experiencing?”
I spun around in his chair. “Kind of a squeal whenever I hit the brakes.”
Michael nodded and wrote down on a clipboard. “Probably just your brake pads. Give me a little bit of time and I'll take a look at it. Are you okay waiting in here?”
I did a full three-sixty around in the chair and gave him a thumbs up. “Don't worry about me!”
Michael went back to the garage and I immediately stopped spinning. This wasn't going exactly how I wanted it to. Michael should've bent me over his desk already. This was going more like a normal visit to a auto shop.
I found the unisex bathroom and touched up my makeup in the mirror. I needed to speed this process up. I took off my white cardigan that revealed a black v-neck that showed off an ample amount of cleavage.
I needed to bring out the big guns.
Chapter Five
I walked into the garage and found my Honda Civic hoisted up in the air. Michael was next it and had my front tire off. I could see all the inner workings of the brake system but had no idea how it all worked.
“Sorry I got bored in there,” I said.
Michael turned his head around and got a glimpse of my breasts. He almost dropped the wrench he was holding. He gulped before saying, “You can wait out here if you want?”
I sidled up next to him and feigned attention at the brakes. “What does all this do?” I asked.
Michael's eyes were glued to my tits. “It's all a bit complicated.”
I pressed myself against him to get a closer look underneath my car. “How does everything look?”
Michael paused for a moment as he gathered his composure. My plan was affecting him. “You're brake pads and everything else look almost brand new. So I'm not sure why you would be hearing a squealing noise. Can you tell me more about the problem?”
Time to come clean.
I took a step back. “I have a confession to make.”
Michael turned towards me. The bulge in his pants was hard to miss.
I ran my hair behind my ear. “There's nothing wrong with my car, Michael.”
His eyes shifted side-to-side. “What do you mean?”
Time to lay it on thick. I took a step towards him. “I think you know why I'm here.” I took another step closer, my finger trailing down my neckline. Michael backed up to my car and couldn't go any further.
“I don't think this is right, Penelope.” His words said no but his eyes ate up every inch of my body.
I pressed myself against his body. His member pulsed against my stomach. “We shouldn't ignore these feelings.”
Michael gave in to his baser desires. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard. Every synapse in my brain fired off. My hands were all over him. Michael slipped his tongue into my mouth and it only fueled my hunger for him.
“I can't stop thinking about you,” he whispered in my ear. “Ever since I saw you in the bathroom. You've been the only thing on my mind.”
Michael pulled my shirt down and exposed my bare shoulder. He kissed down my neck and nibbled on me. His sharp teeth made me cry out in pain.
“I need you, Michael. Take me now.”
Michael looked me deep in the eyes and kissed me again. His rough hands felt up my tits. I fumbled at his jeans until they were unbuttoned and unzipped.
Michael took my hand and brought me over to the workbench in the back of the garage. My head was a mess. I could barely see straight as he led me through the mess of cars. The large garage door to the outside was wide open but there was no time to close it.
He quickly wiped the tools off the workbench and they all clattered to the ground with a big bang. Michael bent me over the workbench and tugged at my jeans until the rested at my ankles.
“You've been very bad,” he said, slapping my ass.
I screamed out. The pain and pleasure mixing into a delicious cocktail. “It feels so good.”
Michael rubbed each of my cheeks before slapping them over and over again until they were red as blood. The more he did it, the better it felt. I was so turned on that my thong was soaked.
I went to slip them off but Michael got to them before me. He grabbed the tiny strap and pulled until it snapped. He tossed my thong across the room and I watched it land in a large trash can. Didn't matter because I wouldn't be able to wear them anymore anyways.
Michael slipped a finger in between my legs and gathered my wetness. I could hear him tasting me.
“That's good,” he said in a dark tone.
“I want you inside me.” I begged him.
Michael pulled his massive meat out of his boxers. I craned my head back to get a view. He was so much bigger than I could ever imagine. It was like something out of a porn video. There was no way it could fit.
Not in a million years.
“Are you ready for me?” Michael asked, his cock resting in between my ass cheeks.
I nodded and bit my bottom lip.
Michael grabbed my waist and slid his enormous cock inside me. I was so wet that he coasted right in, pushing so deep. I wasn't even able to comprehend the pleasure. My body reacted instantly with an orgasm. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I flopped around on the workbench before Michael even thrust once.
“You like the way I feel inside you, Penelope?”
My orgasm faded and I choked out a breath. “Yes, sir,” I replied.
“You want more?”
Chapter Six
I'd never felt such a deep need for anyone before. Even with Michael already inside me. It wasn't enough.
I needed more. I craved for more. I need his come inside me.
Michael's fingers dug into my side. He slowly pulled his cock out of me and then thrust so hard that I had to cover my mouth to keep from screaming anymore.
He drilled into me deeper and deeper with every thrust of his hips. My raw ass cheeks were pounded into submission. The tools still left on the table rattled. Michael gathered my hair into a ponytail and pulled until my head snapped back.
“I'm close,” Michael announced.
The pleasure built higher and higher. I was close too. “Come with me, Michael.”
His nails pierced my skin as he detonated inside me, his warm come flooding me. Every inch of me exploded with ecstasy. I couldn't keep my screams covered anymore. I let it out.
I let it all out...
Michael pulled out and I felt a rush of come flow down my legs. He took a rag and cleaned me while I lay there on the workbench. My chest heaved up and down and my hair covered my face. I was in state of bliss that I never wanted to leave.
A bell from the other room rang.
Michael cursed under his breath. “Don't move and stay here.”
He left me and went into the waiting room. There was no way I was going to move even if I wanted to.
Michael returned and I heard him tell a customer that he'd be right back.
“I need to get you out of here. I have another customer to attend to.”
I pulled my jeans up and over my bare red ass. “I hope you don't mean what I think you mean.” I let out a little giggle.
Michael just stood there with a stern face. “You're not going to tell your mom about this are you?
I raked my fingers through my hair to get out the tangles. “Don't worry, it will be our little secret.”
“I'll get your car down and you can take it home.”
Michael pressed a red button and the lift began to lower my Honda down. “I wish we had more time together,” I said. I grasped his hand and held it against my chest.
He put my car keys in my hand. “You know I'm dating your mom, right? We can never do this again.”
I slipped my fingers into his waistband. “I don't think you really mean that.” I shoved my hand down the front of his pants and grabbed his flaccid penis. It only took a couple strokes to bring it back to life.
Michael m
oaned softly before coming back to his senses. He pulled my hand out of his pants and placed it back at my side. “No. We're not doing this anymore.”
I spun my keys around my finger. “Are you coming by the house soon?”
“I will be. But only to see your mom.”
I opened the car door and sat down. “Thank you for fixing my brakes. My mom was right, you really are a good mechanic.”
Michael closed the door for me. I smiled before starting the ignition and pulling out of the garage. He gave me one last look before going into the waiting room. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist.
I pulled back into the driveway of my mom's house and turned off the car. I was still on a high from the crazy sex. My skin tingled all over. My jeans were soaked in between my legs. I gripped the steering wheel and remembered every second of Michael taking me on that dirty workbench.
I'd never been so manhandled before and I loved it.
He probably thought that it was a one-time thing. He was sorely mistaken.
Michael had only dipped his feet into the pool. There was so much left to explore.
I strolled into the house and felt on top of the world.
My mom was upstairs and looked down over the banister. “How did it go, Pen? Did Michael give you a good deal?”
I couldn't help but laugh out loud. He gave me a real big deal. I stifled another giggle. “He fixed my brakes and got me out of there quickly.”
My mom clapped her hands in excitement. “I'm so glad! Now since you only have a couple days left of spring break, I thought I would cook whatever dinner you wanted.”
I thought for a moment. “You know what I really feel like right now?”
“What?”
“A large pepperoni and sausage pizza.”
My mom licked her lips. “You just read my mind. Michael's coming by tonight so I'll have him pick up the pizza.”
“Oh he'll be here for dinner? It's just that he hasn't been around much the past few days.”
“He actually just called me and said he was free tonight.”
Michael couldn't resist me anymore. I knew he wasn't coming by for my mom.
Tonight would be very interesting.
Chapter Seven
The doorbell rang and I rushed downstairs as fast as I could before my mom beat me. I had changed into a different outfit so as not to bore Michael. A baggy t-shirt that had my college name on it, no bra, and gray short shorts was a comfy yet sexy look.
I opened the door to find Michael wearing the same oil-stained clothes he had fucked me in earlier. For some reason that turned me on even more. To know that my scent was all over him. In one hand he carried a pizza box, and in the other a single rose.
His eyes lit up when he caught sight of me. Michael was definitely here for me.
“Is that for me?” I asked with a hand on my chest.
“Yes it is.” He handed me the pizza and walked straight through me. I knew it was a joke but the joke was on him. I preferred the pizza to the rose.
My mom came out of the kitchen and gave Michael a kiss on the cheek. “Oh you shouldn't have, Michael.” She took the rose from him and returned to the kitchen to find a vase.
“Are you ready to eat, Penelope?” he asked.
I loved the way he said my name. There was so much meaning behind it. I wanted him to say it out loud over and over again.
I brought the pizza to the dinner table and my mom placed the vase with a single rose in the center. Everyone took a slice and we dug in. I'd eaten plenty of pizza at college but this one was supreme above all the others.
Michael glanced over to me every so often but I couldn't bother with him right now. It was pizza time. I really was serious that I preferred pizza over romance.
My mom slapped her forehead. “Oh my god, I totally forgot about my real estate class tonight.”
I'd also forgotten that my mom was trying her hand at real estate. She never needed much money before with the type of guys she dated but with Michael things were different.
“Oh don't worry about it,” Michael said. “Penelope and I can hang out and get to know each other until you get back.” He winked at me and I blushed.
“Thank you so much, Michael. You're a godsend.” My mom grabbed her purse and grabbed a slice of pizza to go. “I'll only be gone two hours. You two have some fun.”
I waved goodbye with the biggest grin on my face.
When the garage door closed and I could hear her car drive off, I turned to Michael. “Did you know she had a class tonight?”
Michael nodded and grabbed another slice. “She always has a class on Friday nights.”
“You're very bad. I thought you said that it was one time only.”
Michael took a bite and covered his mouth while he chewed. “You're going back to college in a couple days and then you're gone until summer. Why fight it if we're going to be separated anyways.”
I picked a pepperoni off the slice he held in his hand. “You have a point.”
“Get your own slice,” he said, shoving the rest of the pizza in his mouth.
“Oh that's very attractive,” I replied, rolling my eyes.
“You don't think this is sexy?” he asked with his mouthful.
“No way.” I stood up to throw away the paper plates and napkins.
Michael chased me with his mouth still full. “Come give me a kiss.”
“Disgusting! Get away!” I ran around the kitchen island and Michael was on the other side pursing his lips together.
I faked left and went right. Michael followed my movements and caught me before I could escape. His strong hands gripped me tight.
“I got you,” he blurted out. Pieces of chewed food sprayed my face.
“No! No!” I closed my eyes and moved my head from side to side.
Michael held my head still and kissed me with his pizza mouth.
He finally let me go and I wiped my lips. “That was so gross.”
Michael put his hands up in the air like a boxing champ and swallowed the rest of his food.
“You're very immature,” I said.
“Oh really?” Michael replied. He wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I don't think you could say that after what happened earlier today.”
I couldn't help but go back to him fucking me on the workbench. His filthy hands all over me, his come spilling out of me. I got goosebumps just thinking about it.
“Earlier today must've been some sort of fluke then.” I crossed my arms over my chest. I could feel my heart beating hard against my arm.