Mechanics

[intriguess]

Okay I had my battery in my car replaced today and was thinking about how sexy mechanics are.....this thread can go one of two ways. Either I will play the feminine mechanic hiding under overalls and grit, or I will play the women with no clue about cars to the hunky mechanic....

it's up to the first person who replies (if the first one I wouldn't mind interacting with another female)

 

[intriguess]

bump

still hoping for a nibble

 

[amon_darknight]

this sounds interesting, i just found it today, if you dont mind that i join, i think that ill take the women mechanic, sounds not the original

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Room for one more?

Yeah, just found your thread today. Don't want to insert myself in amon's game though, and I'm not sure how a 3-way would work. Amon wants a female mechanic, I'd like to be a male mechanic. Maybe intriguess can play both mechanic and customer?

Anyhow, here's what I see.
It's a hot August afternoon on some two-lane highway on the edge of East Nowhere, someplace in the Midwest. Intriguess (may I call you 'G' for now?) limps into the station in her '89 Volvo (she's a grad student. What do you expect?) Not only is she lost, but the car keeps dying and now only chugs along at 20 miles an hour. You tell me what she's wearing.

I'm Mike (it says so on my shirt), about 30-32, a rather big guy but not fat, my sleeves rolled up and grease under my nails, flat stomach, nice warm smile,,curly blond hair, two days' stubble. I walk over to her wiping myhands on a rag and ask her waht the trouble is.
While I check under the hood, G checks out my ass, but then gets embarrassed. She looks through her purse to see how much money she has. About $38.00.

I come back to her. "I'm going to have to check her out, Miss. This could take a little while. We don't see mnay of these Volvo's around here. Maybe you'd like to go over to the Cafe and catch a bite to eat. I'll come over when I know what the trouble is. How's that sound?"

OOC: Is this what you had in mind?

 

[intriguess]

Actually I'm rather busy so I figured I'd cut back and let this thread die.....sorry guys

 

[ROGUE BANDIT]

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[dr_mabeuse]

OOC Sure, if there are any girls who have a thing for mechanics, I'm always ready to check under their hoods.

 

[ROGUE BANDIT]

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[poodle]

God I wished that I'd worn a bra. Sweat had plastered thin cotton of my blouse to my skin, and the last thing I needed was to look like Ms. Wet T-shirt in front of a pair of grease monkeys.

Still, the older one looked quite nice. Kind eyes like my father's, gentle voice. Nice ass too, for an older guy. Just wish he hadn't caught me looking at it. Sometimes I'm such a whore.

Oh well, I thought, soon be on my way. I walked over to the cafe as he'd suggested and ordered a coke.

mmmmmmmmm. Nice and cold. Rolled the glass over my forehead, the side of my neck. Looked around the empty cafe. Pressed it between my breasts.

I felt my nipples stiffening beneath the ice cold glass about two seconds before the mechanic walked in. He dropped his eyes down to my teats as he approached, then made the effort to drag them away.

' So ' I coughed, crossing my arms hurriedly ' What's the problem ?'

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Mike

That is one nice looking piece of stuff. Very nice rack, and no bra. You can tell just by the way they move around when she walks. God, would it be nice to get my hands on those or what?
And those shorts! Any tighter and she'd be wearing them on the inside. And an ass made for holding in your hands while you ate that sweet little pink treasure just like you're eating the center of some nice juicy melon...

Man! I've been lonely too long. But get a grip, Michael. She's a bit young for you, isn't she? Must be a college girl, probably up swimming at the lake. Well, a college girl might be looking for a more matrure guy, a guy who's been around, who knows something about women. Maybe knows something about women that they don't know yet themselves...

Okay, let's check out this car. Uh oh...

Okay. Over to the Cafe.

There she is. Man! She's better than I remember. The heat looks good on her too. I like that sheen of sweat. Wouldn't it be sweet to have her sweating over me as she...

Oh, Christ-on-a-fucking-crutch. Her nipples are hard. Now I'm getting hard. This is embarrassing.

"Hi! There you are!" I say. "Mind if I sit down?"
Good. That'll hide my hard-on. AT least till it's time to leave. Just don't look at her tits. Don't look at her tits.

"Looks like a clogged fuel filter." I say

Look at that smile! Is she hot or what! There's something going on between us here. That fuel filter will only take fifteen minutes to fix, then she'll be gone. Well, what the hell. What does she know. Lay it on.

"Trouble is, these Volvos have a liquid state ignition , and yours ran out of fluid. Fried the whole unit. We'll have to send over the Shelbyville for a new one, unless Burt's got one down at the yard, but I doubt it. This might take a while."

"You might be staying overnight, I'm afraid."