The Mechanic (Audio Script)

Stories

The day from hell is finally over. Thank god. No more oil changes…no more tire pressure checks. Just me and this ice cold beer.It’s quiet out in the garage. No clanging metal, shouting voices or whirring tools. I’ve got a pile of paperwork and receipts to deal with, but with the crappy weather and the lack of customers, I might just leave that for tomorrow. Is that a customer? Shit, did I forget to turn the open sign to closed? I squint out of the window to see a car pulling up in the lot. Guess I got a little more work to do before heading home for the day.Stepping out of the office and into the workshop, I peer out into the lot. Through the rain I see a 1969 Shelby convertible idling in the driveway. The top is down and rain’s coming in through the open roof."The hell is going on here?"

I pull my collar up around my neck and jog out to the car. I’m getting ready to tell the driver that we’re closed...but then, I see you behind the wheel. You look up at me from the driver’s side door, pushing strands of wet hair away from your beautiful face. You offer me a small smile.

"Any chance you can help me out? I’m practically drowning here."

The white blouse you’re wearing has gone see through. And I have to make a conscious effort not to stare at the red lace bra making itself visible through the wet fabric.  I take a quick look at the inside of your car. God, what a mess. That beautiful leather interior is soaked. Rain’s getting all in the footwells and your handbag is sitting in a puddle on the passenger seat."Yeah, sure - come on in!"

I can’t help but admire your short and curvy figure as you step out of the car. I was having the worst day, and absolutely dreading the late customer when I saw you pull in. But you...I’d be happy to help you with anything you need. "I gather you’re having an issue with your roof?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. I was driving down Sunset when the rain started. I tried putting the top up, but I guess it’s stuck or something."

There’s a little twinkle in your eyes as you talk. You’ve got an air of confidence about you. Based on how calm you are, I get the sense that very little in this world could shake you. I like that.

“I’ll take a look at it. Why don’t you head inside my office and dry off a bit? I can meet you there in a few.”

“Sounds good. Thanks for squeezing me in.”

I get to work looking for the roof mechanism on your hot little ride. I’m trying to focus on what I’m doing. Trying not to think of you drying off in my office right now. Or about the red lace bra...Ah, yep. That’s it. I think I finally got it working again. I hold the button down, and. That seemed to work. Good as new. I head back inside my office and find you sitting on the corner of my desk. You’re drying off as best you can with a small hand towel. And I…I’m trying not to think about your curves. Your ass. Those gorgeous tits peeking out of that bra I’d love to strip off you...“Alright, I, uh, got it all sorted. Just had a little jam in the roof mechanism.’’

I step towards you and hold up my hand, your car keys swinging from my index finger. I could hand them over to you, but… I wonder if you’d come and get them from me. I’m sure you’ve got places to be, but I wouldn’t mind you hanging out here for a little bit longer...A smile plays on your perfect, luscious lips. Your eyes skate up from my dirty work boots to my greasy jumpsuit collar. The look in your eyes says you like what you see. Does that mean you’re receiving my signals loud and clear? I sure as hell hope so. You gently push yourself up from the desk and close the distance between us. Your body is just inches from mine now. Your hand comes up and grasps the keys. And slowly, with a look of seduction in your eyes, you take them from me. I smell hints of a heavy floral scent coming off of you now that we’re so close. Damn, you smell good.

“So...what do I owe you?”

You undo the top few buttons of your blouse and dab at your rain-soaked chest with the towel. You are…mesmerizing. I’m getting lost in thoughts of how badly I want you. How badly I want to bury my face in your damp breasts...“Oh, don’t worry. It’s on the house.”

I’m going to take a chance here. It seems clear that we’re on the same page, but if we’re not, I’m sure you’ll put me in my place. I place my hand on top of yours and curl my fingers around the towel. You look down and I see you taking in the sight of the tattoos along my forearm.

“Here. Let me, let me help you with that...”

I draw the towel slowly across your chest, wiping away the remaining drops of rain. You smile up at me and all my thoughts about you are confirmed...you’re just as interested as I am. I draw the towel across your collarbone, then slowly up your neck.

“Are we alone here?”

I nod and you lift your hand and lay it on my broad shoulder. I feel us being pulled closer and closer, like two magnets drawn together. Your fingers slide slowly towards my neck. My cock twitches in my pants as I lift my hands to your hips, sliding them slowly around to your ass. I give it a hard little squeeze...You moan into my ear and it drives me crazy. I push my lips up against your jawline, slowly making my way to your mouth. Finally, our lips meet.My hands grip your ass and I lift you back up onto the desk with ease. Your legs wrap tight around my waist while you clutch at my neck. You desperately bring us as close as possible to each other. You lean back and accidentally push a stack of papers to the ground.Standing between your legs, I push my hips forward. My hard cock presses up against the outside of your tight denim jeans. Fuck, you are so sexy. I pull away from you to just take in the sight of you on my desk. Your lips are red and swollen, glistening from our kiss. “You want me to keep going?’’

“Yes, hell yes."

A wicked grin spreads across your face and you bite that pretty little bottom lip. Your hands find the front of your blouse and quickly start to unbutton it. That red lace bra finally comes fully into view. Your full breasts rise and fall with your quickened breath. My cock strains against my pants, desperate for your attention.I don’t waste any time. I unzip my oily, dirt-stained jumpsuit and push it down to my ankles. Your blouse is hanging open now and you’re working the fastening of your jeans. I shuffle them down under your ass and you kick them to the ground like you can’t wait to get rid of them. I admire the sight of your panties sitting high on your hips.Goddamn, you look good. I pull you into me and kiss you again.I manage to slip a hand between us and press it flat against the thin fabric separating me from your pussy. I can feel your warmth emanating out as I rub the pads of my fingers up against you.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, that feels so good…”

I love the way your body responds to my touch. Your long, drawn-out moans, the way you grind yourself against my hand. I pull the fabric of your panties to one side and effortlessly slide one finger between the soft, wet lips of your pussy. I run my finger down through your slit, lightly dipping into you and drawing out your warm juices. I glide my finger up, using your wetness to tease small circles around your pulsing clit. And then… I pull my hand away and turn my attention towards your breasts. Slipping my hands around your back, I find the clasp of your bra and quickly release it. I hook my fingers under the shoulder straps and slowly slide them down your arms. Your chest are perky and just begging for my attention. I take one breast in each hand and drop my mouth to your chest,flicking my tongue over them. I graze my teeth up against each one, and you arch your back, giving me full access to you.

Your fingers tug at the waistband of my boxers. Your eyes are full of lust and I absolutely love it. "You seem like you really want me to fuck you right now."

You bite your lip and nod, as you work my boxers down. My hard cock springs free and I take it in my hand, giving it a few slow strokes while you watch...

“Do you have a condom?”

“Top drawer. Right behind you.”

I slide the condom down my shaft, strip your panties down and bring my cock to your dripping entrance. Fuck, even through the condom, I can feel how warm and wet you are. I can’t wait to feel the full length of my cock buried in you. I want to see the look on your face as I fuck you against this desk. I grasp onto your fleshy hips and slowly slide into you. Inch…by...inch.Your eyes close and your head rolls back as I thrust in and out of you so slow and deep...You lean back against your hands, your breasts bouncing in rhythm with my thrusts. My cock fits so well inside you. Spreading you as your inner walls tremble around me. I bring my thumb down your clit and press against it lightly. You squirm beneath me, pressing yourself harder against my hand.

"Oh my god, that feels so fucking good. Oh, god, yes!’’

I hold my thumb firm against you and thrust into you harder and faster...

“Fuck. Oh, god, don’t stop!”

Your whole body starts to writhe against me. I feel your pussy clench tightly around my cock.

“Just like that...that feels so fucking good...you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, oh God."

I thrust harder and faster, and your legs grip my waist. Your nails dig into my back as I thrust, over and over again. Fuck, that feels good. You’re so wet...“Are you going to passion? You going to passion for me?” You press your body up against mine and meet me with a crushing kiss.

"Keep going, faster! Harder!"

I obey your commands and put more force, more speed into my thrusts. Fuck, yes.“Oh god, I’m going to passion...yes!” Fuck, that felt good. You reach up to me and wrap your arms around my neck. Our bodies clamped together, shaking, slowly coming down from the incredible feeling.You pull away from me and offer a sweet grin. I smile and hook a finger under your chin, lifting your face to mine, and giving you a gentle kiss. I spot your keys on the floor and bend down to pick them up.“I think you’ll be needing these.”

“Hm. I would need those. If I were planning on leaving anytime soon.”

I grin and move back towards you, hooking my arm around your waist and kissing you again…“Well, we’re closed for the day, so…there’s really no rush.”