Lisa pulled into the garage, engine sputtering to a clunking halt that echoed her growing frustration. She stepped out, scanning the dim space thick with oil and rubber. The mechanic emerged from the shadows, wiping grease-streaked hands on his blue overalls, a roguish grin lighting his stubbled face.
“Afternoon, darling,” he drawled, voice low like gravel under tires. “Sounds like trouble under the hood. Mind if I take a peek?”
Lisa nodded, pulse quickening as he leaned over the car, hips brushing the fender. His calloused fingers danced across the engine with expert grace, but when one grazed her thigh—accidental at first—she didn’t pull away. Instead, heat bloomed where he touched, her skin tingling under the rough warmth.
He straightened, eyes locking on hers, intense and questioning. “Didn’t mean to startle you. You alright?”
Her breath caught. Crazy as it was, she stepped closer, letting her hand trail his arm. “More than alright. But if you’ve got tools for… other fixes, show me.”
His grin deepened, hunger flashing. “Back room’s got what you need. Coming?” He held the door, waiting for her nod—her choice—before leading her in, the air heavy with oil and promise.
The back room was a sanctuary of shadows, the scent of oil and metal mingling with something more primal. Lisa’s heart pounded as the mechanic closed the door, the soft click echoing with finality. His eyes, dark and intense, never left hers, holding her gaze as if daring her to look away.
“Tell me, Lisa,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, “what exactly is it that you need fixed?”
Lisa’s lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she reached for him, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath her touch. The mechanic’s hands, rough and calloused, found her waist, pulling her closer, his body hard against hers.
His lips captured hers in a hungry, demanding kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fervor that left her breathless. Lisa melted into him, her body responding to his touch, her skin alight with desire. The mechanic’s hands roamed her body, each touch igniting a fire within her, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her lace-covered breasts.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, his thumbs circling her nipples through the delicate fabric, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Lisa arched her back, pressing herself against him, her body aching for more. The mechanic’s hands moved lower, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans. He pulled them down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, the anticipation building with each inch of exposed skin. His rough hands cupped her ass, pulling her against his growing hardness, making her gasp with anticipation.
“Tell me what you want, Lisa,” he whispered, his fingers brushing against her most intimate place, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. “Tell me how I can make you feel good.”
Lisa’s mind raced, her body trembling with need. She reached for him, her hands tugging at his overalls, desperate to feel his skin against hers. The mechanic obliged, his clothes falling to the floor in a heap, revealing a body honed by hard work and desire. His cock, thick and hard, stood at attention, and Lisa couldn’t resist reaching out to touch it, her fingers wrapping around its length.
He groaned, his eyes flashing with desire as she stroked him, her thumb circling the sensitive tip. “Fuck, Lisa,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “You’re driving me wild.”
He lifted her onto the workbench, the cool metal beneath her skin a stark contrast to the heat of his body. He spread her legs wide, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of her, wet and ready for him. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path up her inner thigh, making her squirm with anticipation.
“Please,” she begged, her voice breathless with desire. “I need you inside me.”
He grinned, his fingers parting her folds, his thumb tracing her clit in slow, torturous circles. “Patience, darling,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “I want to make sure you’re good and ready for me.”
Lisa moaned, her hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more. He obliged, sliding two fingers inside her, his thumb never stopping its relentless assault on her clit. She cried out, her body clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure washed over her.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his fingers pumping in and out of her, his thumb working her clit in perfect sync. “I can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock.”
Lisa’s body tensed, her orgasm building with each stroke of his fingers, each circle of his thumb. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came hard, her juices coating his fingers.
He pulled his fingers out, his eyes locked on hers as he sucked them clean, his tongue swirling around each digit. “Mmm, you taste so good, Lisa,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I could eat you all day.”
Lisa’s body ached with need, her pussy clenching with anticipation. “Please,” she begged, her voice breathless with desire. “I need more.”
He grinned, his cock poised at her entrance, the tip teasing her sensitive folds. “Your wish is my command, darling,” he growled.
He thrust into her with a single, powerful stroke, filling her completely. Lisa cried out, her body stretching to accommodate his size, the sensation of being filled so completely sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers, each stroke deep and powerful, hitting all the right spots.
Lisa wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her body meeting his thrust for thrust. The workbench creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. The mechanic’s hands roamed her body, his fingers finding her clit, his thumb circling it in perfect sync with his thrusts.
“Fuck, Lisa,” he groaned. “You feel so good. So tight. So wet.”
Lisa’s body tensed, her orgasm building with each thrust, each circle of his thumb. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.
He groaned, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Car will be fixed tomorrow,” he rasped, grinning. “You? Anytime.”
