Hi, y’all, my name is Deke. With a first word, well second word, y’all, and a name like Deke you might take me as a redneck southerner. Where my mom and dad got the name Deke, I have no idea. And they haven’t been able to tell me over the last thirty-five years either. I’m an auto mechanic working on I.C.E. cars. For those of you that don’t know, that stands for an internal combustion engine. It also stands for buggy whips or soon to be extinct. You have heard of Tesla, Lucid, the new Ford F-150, the promises of GM, and just about all the other automakers? When that happens I.C.E mechanics won’t be much needed. And it’s going to happen in my lifetime.
I guess we’re like dinosaurs. Most of us are going to go extinct, but the ones lucky enough to be birds live on. I have seen the writing on the wall for years.
I’m an auto mechanic, that runs a good-sized shop. I’m hoping it’ll give me the ability to evolve into a bird. Part of my evolution attempt is deciding whether to focus on EV repair or focus on specializing in what’s going to be left.
My shop is in a small city near the San Francisco Bay Area and I was attending a seminar in Oakland near the Oakland airport. This wasn’t some theoretical seminar talking generalities but what skills EV mechanics will need. The attendees were mostly single shop owners or chain shop foremen, not executives from the big chains
I met Joyce, a woman I knew from some of the other meetings. She was the daughter of an owner in a nearby town that I had heard of she’s her dad’s shop foremen, supervisor I guess nowadays. We had been friendly before so I asked her to go to lunch with me to talk. And…
It seemed we both were interested in evolution in the same way I was and we spent time talking about how our business was evolving. She had a degree in business management and since my degree in business was from Bootstrap University I was interested in her views on how to survive the coming Apocalypse. I guess my metaphors were coming from that recent Nova episode I’d seen on the last days of the dinosaurs.
We met for dinner to continue talking by walking to Charlee’s, a diner a few blocks away. We spent some time before dinner talking about the seminar but when we sat down I wanted to move to more personal subjects. So, instead of sitting across from Joyce, I sat next to her in the booth.
Sitting there while looking at the menus, I was holding her hand and rubbing her palm. I was trying to get to know her. Know her better! I was touching her hand, arm, and her back. I ended up ordering a steak, she got the salmon. Plus a couple of glasses of wine. I turned almost facing her while I had my hand on her back. I leaned forward and kissed her neck and moved my hand to her thigh. When she leaned toward me and kissed me, I kissed her lips with just a touch of tongue.
“That was nice.” And I invited her to my room after dinner.
She was interested but responded, “We’ll see. Maybe.” So, I put my hand behind her head and kissed her harder, forcing her, just a little.
Now normally, I’m not that forward but the last time we saw each at a meeting we had done a little more than some kissing, so I was willing to push. Some. Well, a little more than some.
I liked her and I thought she liked me too. Besides eating I spent some time pulling her into kisses and some time exploring her body below the table cloth. I was getting aroused and when I felt her hand exploring my cock I knew she was too.
As we were finishing I ordered a single order of Crème brûlée. And we fed it to each other. As we were talking I reached under Joyce’s blouse and successfully unfastened her bra. With a little cooperation from Joyce, I was able to put it in my pocket. Did I say we were in the back booth? Her nipples were visible, not only visible but clear through the fabric. I loved seeing her nipples perky I loved seeing her aroused in front of everyone looking at her.
She was flushed and I could feel her hands trembling as I walked her through the restaurant and to the hotel. A couple of times I stopped and kissed her while fondling her breasts. The second time, we stepped into a parking lot and I moved her hands to my cock while I unbuttoned her blouse. I admired the swell of her breasts, her neck, and the sight of my hands touching her. I kissed her starting on her breasts, moving to her neck then her mouth, sucking her lips into my mouth and disarranging her hair.
I grabbed her hand so she couldn’t rebutton her blouse while we went to the hotel. I led her through the lobby to the elevators. In the lobby, I started caressing her breasts so the clerk could see. she was breathing hard, panting, and her eyes were wide. Still, she wasn’t stopping me or even resisting me and I thought she was enjoying the thrill.
I had been right, Joyce was sexually submissive, so in the elevator, I pulled her blouse off and dropped it on the elevator floor. i kissed her breasts until the door opened when I pulled her to me and put my right hand covering her tits. Yes, tits, they weren’t breasts anymore they were tits. I was hoping there might be someone to see her on my floor and I was in luck, there was an older couple walking to the elevators when the doors opened. I could see the wife’s and the husband’s eyes following Joyce’s tits with the husband holding a smile, appreciating the view.
I smiled and walked to my room leading Joyce still covering her nipples and let us in.
I turned and kissed her open mouth, my tongue exploring her forcibly. My hands were pulling her pants off together with her panties.
“Joyce, I loved doing that. Through the lobby with it unbuttoned, seeing that couple watch you topless, knowing the blouse on the floor was yours.” I kept kissing her until she was able to talk. “ Oh god Deke, I di, d-di didn’t think I could do it when you led me through the lobby. Then when you to-took off my blouse, uh, then I s-saw that couple I came. In front of them.”
I kissed her tits nibbled her nipples and knelt in front of her after pushing her onto my bed. I spread her legs wide and leaned forward so. I could taste her pussy.
I licked her slit, sucked her clit, and fondled, and mauled her tits. After she came I lifted her onto the bed,. I undressed and lay next to her holding her tits. Her only response was to hold my hands against her tits and close her eyes.
I softly said, “ I loved what we did earlier. From the walk to Charlee’s restaurant to our last kiss. It was…Awesome.” Just a hint of hesitation at the last word.
“Deke, you don’t need to worry. I loved every minute. I’m not sure I could do it all the time or everywhere. At the right time or place? I’d love you to do it again. Um, I learned some things last night. I, uh, need to think through. Um, I do want … to do, be forced to do, the things like that, and I want you, Deke, to do them, force me to do them.”
I reached and softly caressed, fondled her. I leaned and gave her a soft kiss, then reached to her pussy. At that, Joyce pushed me on my back, straddled me, and slowly lowered her pussy onto my cock. It felt so so safe, warm, and inviting. I arched deeper in her, held her tits, and slowly made love to her. I held her and she started fucking me harder and faster. Then I felt my balls tighten and knew I couldn’t stop. I grabbed her breasts and lifted myself so I was as deep as I could get and came, inside her. As I came I twisted her nipples trying to push Joyce over the edge. While I was coming down I could tell I succeeded.
I knew we would be having lots of talks about evolution.
