But she was pushing her late forty's and this guy didn't look a year older than thirty.
My mom motioned me over. “Come here, Pen.”
My feet wouldn't move and a stupid smile was frozen in place.
Michael took a step forward and outstretched his hand. “I'm Michael, you must be Penelope.”
I blushed and took his hand. It was warm and calloused with a strong grip. “Nice to meet you,” I replied.
“Your mom has told me so much about you.”
I flashed my mom an angry look. I imagined every embarrassing moment I ever experienced being told to Michael and them both laughing their asses off.
Michael rubbed his hands together. “It smells great in here. What are we eating for dinner?”
“Take a seat at the table with Pen and I'll serve you,” my mom said. She gave Michael a peck on the cheek and I felt a pang of jealousy.
I don't know why I was feeling that way but I ignored it immediately.
We both sat down at the dinner table with all the plates and silverware already set out. That used to be my job when I was younger. I had to actively avert my eyes from Michael or else I'd be drooling.
My mom brought over the big pot and set it down. “We have here some pasta and a homemade tomato sauce. I hope you enjoy.”
She sounded like one of those contestants on a cooking show, prepping the judges for what they're about to eat. My mom never really cared about cooking when I lived here before.
Michael took my plate and served me a generous helping of pasta. I thanked him when he returned the plate. My mom gave me a look like: “see this guy really is good.”
I had to admit that she was kind of right. I'd only known the guy for minutes now and he had already won me over. I didn't even eat my food. I just stared at him as he tried the pasta.”
“Wow, this is delicious. My compliments to the chef. A restaurant couldn't even do this.”
My mom's face turned red and she turned her attention to me. “What do you think, Pen?”
Her voice was just an echo in my head. I focused on Michael's reaction to every bite he took. He almost looked like he was orgasming. Or at least what I thought he would look like during sex.
The thought of him naked on top of me crossed my mind. I wanted to shake it off but I couldn't help it. The image was too powerful. His sweaty body rubbing against me. His hard cock plunging deep into me with every thrust.
“Earth to Pen! Are you there?”
The echo in my head grew louder. I realized my mom was trying to get my attention. I snapped out of my day dream. “I'm sorry. What did you say?”
My mom chuckled. “I was only asking you what you thought about dinner?”
I still hadn't even tasted it yet. I looked at Michael and said, “Delicious.”
Chapter Three
Michael and my mom were at the kitchen sink cleaning the dishes while I finished my food. It actually was really good. The tomato sauce tasted super fresh and pasta was cook perfectly. This definitely wasn't like the food I was used to at home.
I savored every bite and emptied my plate. When I looked up, the kitchen was empty and I was alone. I could hear them walking around upstairs. The thought of them having sex made me shiver. It was my mom I didn't want to imagine having sex.
Michael on the other hand...
I couldn't wait any longer. Normally I'd wait until right before bed or early in the morning when I took a shower. But this was an emergency.
I stripped down to my black lace panties and crawled under the covers. My bed was even nicer than I remembered. The sheets were so soft against my naked skin. My fingers trailed down my neck, in between my breasts, and underneath my panties.
I imagined Michael walking in on me touching myself. The thought of being caught by him turned me on. I reached lower and felt how dripping wet I was. A rush of ecstasy jolted through my body.
Michael would be shocked first when he walked in on me. I wouldn't notice him there because I'd be so into it. He would stand there, watching me, his cock growing hard in his pants.
I would finally notice him and bite my bottom lip, telling him to come join me under the covers.
Imagining Michael undressing in front of me sent me overboard. I rubbed my fleshy button around and around, my legs flexed, my feet stretched outwards. With my other hand I grabbed my breast and squeezed, picturing Michael handling me rough.
I turned my head and buried it in the pillow next to me as I screamed from the orgasm. My body quaked with excitement, the bed rumbled around the room. My muscles relaxed and I was finally able to take a breath.
One wasn't going to be enough. I closed my eyes and played with my clit again.
Michael was under the covers with me now, touching every inch of me. His rock hard cock was pressed against my thigh as he kissed me deeply. I disintegrated beside him.
I spread my legs for him and he knew exactly what needed to be done. His large member entered me with such strong force that it pushed my body backwards.
I vibrated my clit furiously, my free hand feeling myself all over. I wasn't able to make it to the pillow this time. A scream escaped my lips before I could put my hand over my mouth. My body was ravaged by the orgasm.
When it was finally finished, I lay wrecked in my bed. Beads of sweat covered my skin. I'd never masturbated so intensely before. It almost felt like Michael was really there, fucking me senseless.
As my mind returned to normal working order, I suddenly realized what I'd done.
I just touched myself to my mom's boyfriend.
Was that bad? I touched myself all the time to the thought of men I could never have. Was this time any different?
It felt wrong and I think that's what excited me.
The forbidden desire.
I got out of bed and took a cotton robe out of the closet. I wrapped it around myself and peeked outside the hallway. I wasn't sure if anyone heard me because I definitely was too loud. The hallway was empty so I walked across to the bathroom.
After that sweaty session, I desperately needed a shower. I turned on the shower and let the steam fill the room. I disrobed in front of the mirror that began to fog up.
I stepped into the tub and let the warm water wash over me. My body was already relaxed after the orgasms but the shower relaxed me even further.
I lost track of time as I stood there under the water, thinking about my past boyfriends and why relationships never seemed to work out for me. The guys in college were too immature. They didn't know what they wanted to do in life. And they never appreciated me for who I was. They always wanted to change me into something else.
When I realized I hadn't even washed myself yet, I quickly did my body and hair and turned off the shower.
I rubbed my hand on the mirror to clear the steam so I could see what I was doing. I stood there and combed my wet hair a hundred times.
I suddenly heard footsteps outside the bathroom door. I looked down and could see a shadow underneath the door. I looked at the knob and realized that it was unlocked. I cursed silently as I saw the knob began to turn. My robe was sitting on the ground too far out of reach. Even if I was able to get to it, I wouldn't be able to put it on in time.
The door opened and Michael burst in. I screamed at the top of my lungs and covered my body as best I could. But it was too late. He had seen everything. My entire body turned a dark shade of red.
Michael quickly covered his eyes with his hand. “Oh shit! I'm so sorry, Penelope. I thought you were all done in here.”
“I'm not done in here.”
Michael fumbled around as he tried to exit the bathroom blindly. “I'm so sorry again,” he said as he closed the door.
I stood there with one hand over my breasts and one covering my bottom half. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I wasn't able to cover everything up. I let my arms fall to my sides and sighed. Michael had seen enough.
“That bastard,” I said to myself softly.
He probably knew I was still in there when he decided to be a pervert.
My mouth curled up into a smile.
I'd just given him a taste of what he could have. He'd be back for more.
I'd guarantee it.
Chapter Four
Days passed by and nothing happened.
My spring break was boring as hell and Michael wasn't even around.
In fact, he hadn't come to the house since he saw me naked. My mom told me he was really busy with work but I knew that it was bullshit.
I knew the real reason.
He was having conflicting emotions and he didn't want to be around any temptations.
But I knew a way to help him along.
I found my mom in her master bathroom, sitting in front of long mirror and doing her makeup.
“What are you doing today, Mom?” I asked, going to the bathroom counter and fiddling around with her lipsticks.
“I have to run some errands and then I was going to meet a friend for lunch. You can come with me if you want. We can make it a girls day out?”
“Actually I need to take my car to the auto shop to get it fixed.”
“Oh what's wrong with it? It's not that old. You've only had it for three years.”
She was right. There was nothing wrong with it. But I needed to think of a problem anyways. “The brakes make a strange sound every time I stop.”
“Well you could take it to Michael. I'm sure he'd give you a good discount. He might even be able to do it for free.”
I slapped my forehead. “I totally forgot he was a mechanic! You really think I should take my car to him?”
My mom nodded.
My little plan had worked.
I got into my car and adjusted the rear-view mirror. It caught my eyes for a second and realized that I was turning into a crazy stalker. I barely knew Michael and I was already stalking him at his job.
But if he wasn't going to come to me, then I needed to go to him.
I used the directions my mom gave me and pulled into the parking lot with a lot of auto repair shops. Michael's was the small one with a sign that said “Car Repair.” Not very inventive but got the idea across.
I walked into the tiny waiting room that had a few chairs and a small coffee table with old magazines. Michael sat behind a desk with his head down and writing something down. He wore blue jeans and a white shirt with oil stains all over it.
The door hit a bell that announced my arrival.
Michael popped his head up and smiled when he saw me. “Well isn't this a pleasant surprise! What are you doing here, Penelope?”
I wanted to tell him that I was here to fuck his brains out. Tell him how I couldn't get him out of my head for the past few days. But that would've sounded crazy. “Well, I've been having some brake problems with my car. My mom thought it would be a good idea to bring it to you since you're a mechanic and all.”
Michael stood up from behind the desk. “She's right. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you.”
I wanted him to do so much more than that...
Michael walked towards me and I stood frozen by the door, watching him come closer and closer. He came within inches of me and I thought he was going to take me right then and there.
But he leaned past my head and looked out the door. “Is that you're car right there? The Honda Civic?”
The smell of his cologne sent a shiver through me. His neck was so close to me. I could kiss him right now.
“Penelope?” Michael's dreamy voice asked me.
I looked behind me. “Yeah, that's my car.”
“Let me take the keys and I'll bring it in.” Michael held his palm out.
My hand shook as I searched through my purse until I found the right key. “Here it is.”
“I'll be right back,” Michael replied. His smile was orgasm-inducing.
He left me alone in the waiting room and I took the time to snoop around. I went behind his desk and sat down. There was a lot of leg room under there. I could definitely fit in there. Being on my knees and making him come down my throat would be a dream come true.
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.
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