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It was a hot summer day. I didn’t want to change the header gaskets but with the show coming up the Camaro needed to be perfect. I put on my overalls (I cut onto shorts for summer work) a light tank top underneath and pulled my boots on and headed for the garage. I know I looked dumb with cowgirl boots on but the heels helped steady me when I had to climb in the engine compartment. I started to sweat as soon as I passed the threshold of the front door. It felt like a hundred degrees out. The air was thick making it hard to breath. I wanted to just turn around and head back in to the A.C. but the show was tomorrow and I had already put this off all week. I opened the garage door and pulled out my tools and went to work.

I walked up the driveway just getting home from work. I saw the garage door open, tools scattered everywhere. I heard her cursing at something.

“Damn it, who the hell puts a bolt here anyway, I can’t even get a fucking socket on it.” I heard her voice filled with frustration.

The hood was up on the Camaro. She loved that car, a 1980 Camaro, shiny black on top and Chevy orange on the bottom.

“1980, conceived the same year as me.” She always said with a sweet giggle.

I peeked around under the hood. There she was, her beautiful red hair pulled into a pony tail, braided and wrapped into a perfect bun. One leg was on the ground the other was sprawled across the bumper, her hand deep inside the engine compartment reaching for something. She had cut the overalls to short; I think she did it on purpose. Her ass cheeks just peeking out from underneath the frayed line of the shorts; sweat and grease covered her. She was wearing my favorite boots. The brown cowgirl boots with the harness that went around, a gold ring where her ankle would be. It reminded me of the many times I tied her up. A small smile came to my face at the thought. Something I would like to do to her now. The site drove me wild!

“Hi babe” I said to her gaining her attention.

She sat up and wiped her brow with a rag leaving a line of grease behind.


“Hi honey.” She replied as she leaned over to give me a small peck on the lips.

“What cha up to?” I asked.

“Nothing much, just fighting with the car again. She had that exhaust leak remember, so I’m doing the header gaskets again.” She replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

I could see the side of her breast perfectly through her white tank top. The shirt was soaked from sweat; she wouldn’t wear it anywhere else for obvious reasons. She leaned down again fighting the bolt and the header broke free fell into the engine compartment.

“Damn it, I pulled it too far! Shit! Now it will take forever to get it lined up again. Fucking engineers!” She said in a loud angry voice.

She always said an engineers dream is a mechanics nightmare and she was right. I stared at her, evil thoughts forming. My cock growing hard as I stared at her round ass peeking out from her shorts, sweat and grease all over her body, air ratchet in hand. I could feel the sudden arousal of my cock as I watched her.

It was one of the things I loved about Amanda. She loved challenges and the Camaro was one of her biggest ones. I really won the lotto when I married her. We were married almost 6 years now, the day she walked through my front door was the best day of my life. I remember the image quiet well. Black jean shorts, black leather jacket, she had come from a pool that cool night still wearing her bathing suit, a black suit that tied up the front and very reveling. She knew a friend of mine; they had come over one night. I knew she was dating him but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, long red hair, sultry lips, gray mysterious eyes lined with black eyeliner and legs that went on forever.

I helped teach her mechanics before we started dating. She would come in with her little tool box, a men’s blue work shirt with the name Big Red on the patch above her breast. She always had the shirt tied just above her belly and most of the buttons undone. She always had on short shorts and those boots. She reminded me of Daisy Duke. The sight drove me wild and I think that’s why she did it. She was always flirting, stupid me I never picked up on it. I think one day she got fed up because just jumped on top of me and it’s been history since.

I went into the house to cool off; I was getting so hard it hurt. Staring at her I just wanted to eat her alive. No sense in offering any help she’ll just throw a wrench at me and tell me to get lost anyway. So I gave her a quick kiss and off I went.


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Scott came back about an hour later. I had finished with the headers but was having other issues. I had one leg in the engine compartment and the other resting on the motor. I admit sometimes I really got into my work. He leaned in on the fender watching me work.

“You know how much I love seeing you straddle an engine.” He said wryly.

He slid his hand up the back of my shorts to tease me, caressing that sensitive spot.

“You better not start anything you’re not going to finish right now.” I replied in a teasing voice.

“Oh I’ll finish it right here on the car.” He said in an antagonistically.

“No you won’t.” I shot back at him. My heart fluttered, I knew I was teasing him and I wasn’t going to stop.

I pulled my leg up further on the motor and placed it on the valve cover and let the other one hang over the bumper intentionally repositioning myself to give him a better view.

He walked around behind me and pulled me off the car; his breath on my neck as he lightly kissed and bit at it. He undid the hooks on the overalls letting them fall to the floor. My nipples showed clearly through my sweat soaked tank. I stood there in black panties, boots and my very revealing tank top. Thank god we were in the garage I thought to myself. He slipped my panties down my thighs and I kicked them off and over to the side. He picked me up and positioned my bottom back on the bumper and sat on my stool. He pushed my legs apart and slowly slid his hands back up my thighs to my hot mound. He grazed his thumb over my slit causing my juices to flow. He spread my lips teasing me with the tip of his tongue. I leaned back giving him better access. His tongue immediately went to work, first teasing the inside of my lips then using the flat of his tongue on my clit, slowly licking from bottom to top. He slid his fingers inside me, working them, trying to find my G spot. He placed his lips around my clit and sucked hard; my whole body jerked. My breath grew heavy echoing moans off the tool littered walls. The compressor kicked on making me jump. His fingers working vigorously as he sucked hard on my clit. My body went insane as I came. My body jerked and thrashed, he held me steady so I did not fall off the car. He lapped up every last drop. He continued, not letting me go. His fingers digging into my ass, keeping me in the position he wanted me in. His face buried between my legs, causing me to climax time after time. When he was done with me he stood and kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips, salty and sweet at the same time.

He pulled me off the car and pushed my head down towards his hard cock. I could see the outline in his jeans, a massive bulge I couldn’t wait to get my hands on. I quickly helped him peel his pants off and I took his cock into my hands, his balls in the palm and the shaft between my index finger and thumb. I used the tip of my tongue to follow that sensitive vein and it jerked. I softly slid my lips around it, barely touching his shaft all the way down. When I reached the bottom I tightened my grip and sucked hard on my way up. His whole body jerked and I heard a low growl from his belly. I sucked as hard as I could. I knew he liked it like that. Going slowly up and down his shaft, always hovering at the tip, wiggling my tongue every which way I could when I got there. His body jerked, his hand on my head no letting go. I took it deeper and deeper each time. He moaned and twitched enjoying the feeling.



He grabbed the back of my head, pulled me up and pushed me over the fender. I quickly put my hands on the valve cover to brace myself. He kicked my legs apart with his feet spreading me open and ran his hand down my ass and around to my clit running fingers running in fast circles around the nub causing me to come again. I felt him enter me. He pumped harder and harder, faster and faster. My body jerked widly asI came again. He grabbed my shoulders so could shove all nine and a half inches into me. I came again as he thrust, pushing so hard my thighs banged hard on the fender, I feared the force might dent it. I felt him tighten up; I knew he was getting closer. The feeling intensified as I felt his cock swell inside me, getting harder. His moans as loud as thunder, one more thrust and I felt his whole body tighten. His hands dug deep into my shoulders as he came inside me, pounding harder while he came, a few more weak thrusts and its over, both of us panting, weak and fulfilled.

I stood up, turned around and kissed him deeply. I started walking towards the back door, half naked and looked over my shoulder.

“You know your finishing the car right.” I smiled as I said it and strutted out the door for a much needed shower.