I arrive at the garage at three o'clock as planned. Tony drops me off at the entrance and I make my way to the reception where a young looking guy is waiting for me. He's probably in his early thirties, with grease smudges on his overalls and a cheeky grin that suggests he's used to getting his own way. He's not the guy I dropped the car off with, but I can't deny the flutter of excitement in my stomach when I see him.
"Hi, I'm here to pick up my car," I say, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice.
He checks the clipboard. "Ah yes, Mrs. Jenkins. Your car is all ready for you."
"Please, call me Jane," I insist, smiling sweetly.
"Alright, Jane. Let me show you around to the side, so I can explain why we put the new tyres on for you."
As we walk around the corner of the garage, my heels clack on the concrete floor and echo through the cavernous space. The sound seems to resonate in my core, turning me on more than it should at how empty the place is and how vulnerable I might be if he were to try something he shouldn't. When we get to the spot where my car is parked, he points to the tyres.
"These are the old ones we took off," he says, gesturing to a pile of worn rubber. "And these are the new ones we put on. They're much safer."
I bend over, giving him a clear view of my stocking tops and the crevice of my ass, as I pretend to scrutinize the tyres. It's a move I've practiced in the mirror at home, making sure I look as tempting as possible. His eyes widen and he starts to stumble over his words.
"Th-they're...uh...really good quality. They'll last you a long time."
I straighten up and give him a knowing smile. "Oh, I can see that," I say, my voice dripping with innuendo. "Is there anything else you'd like to show me?"
He gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Well, there is something else," he says, looking around nervously. "But it's not really about the car."
"Oh?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "What is it?"
He takes a step closer, his hand shaking as he reaches into his pocket. He pulls out his phone and opens it to show me a picture. It's a close-up of a thick, veiny cock. My eyes widen and my mouth goes dry.
"Is that what I think it is? Is that yours?" I ask, my voice a sultry purr.
He nods, his cheeks flushing red. "I-I couldn't help but notice...uh...you know." he says, glancing at my legs.
"What's that?" I ask, playing dumb.
"Your stockings," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "They're...very sexy."
"You think so?" I ask, placing a hand on my hip and leaning closer to him. "Why don't you show me the real thing instead of a photo and we'll see what we can do with it?"
He stammers, looking around again. "R-right here?"
"Why not?" I say, my eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm curious."
He nods and unzips his overalls, freeing his cock from his underwear. It springs out, thick and hard, and I can't help but gasp. It's everything I've ever wanted—medium sized, but thick, just like I like them. And it's all for me.
I drop to my knees without a second thought, wrapping my lips around his shaft. He gasps and his knees buckle, but he holds onto the side of my car for support. I suck him deep, savoring the taste of his pre-cum and the feel of his cock in my mouth. He's so nervous, his whole body is shaking, and that just makes me want him more.
I start to bob my head, taking him in and out of my mouth with increasing speed. His hands find their way to my hair, gently guiding my movements. His breathing quickens and his hips start to thrust forward, pushing himself deeper into my throat. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, and he moans, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Just as I'm getting into a rhythm, the sound of footsteps echoes through the garage. The young stud's eyes go wide with panic, but I just look up at him with a mischievous glint in my own. The door swings open and the older mechanic, the one I dropped the car off with, probably in his sixties, walks in. His eyes widen when he sees us, but instead of being shocked, a knowing smile spreads across his face.
"Looks like you found something to do while you were waiting," he says, his voice gruff with amusement.
I pull away from the younger man's cock, my lips glistening with saliva. "Oh, just admiring the...equipment," I say, my eyes never leaving his.
The older man chuckles and approaches us. "Well, if you're going to play with the merchandise, you might as well make it a full service," he says, unbuckling his own overalls.
The young mechanic's cock twitches in my hand as the older man's cock comes into view. It's longer, but not as thick as the younger man's. I stroke both of them, enjoying the way they react to my touch.
"Let's see if we can negotiate a discount on those new tryes, shall we?" I ask, looking up at them.
They both nod eagerly, and I stand up, turning to face the older man. I drop to my knees again and take his cock into my mouth, feeling the younger one's hands on my ass. His thumbs trace the edges of my stockings, sending shivers up my spine.
The older man groans as I deep throat him, my eyes watering with the effort. But it's worth it when I feel the younger one's cock pressing against the back of my thigh. I spread my legs wider, giving him better access, and he slides into me with ease.
"Oh fuck," I moan around the older man's cock as the younger one starts to fuck me from behind. He's nervous, his movements tentative at first, but I push back into him, encouraging him to go deeper. He does, filling me up in a way that makes me feel so full, so alive.
The older man's hands find my tits, squeezing them roughly through my blouse. I love the way he handles me, like he knows exactly what I need. The younger one starts to get the hang of it, his thrusts growing more confident as he watches me suck on his boss's cock.
I feel like a whore, kneeling there with two cocks inside me, getting screwed for a few quid off some tyres, but it's the best feeling in the world. My pussy is so wet, and I can feel my orgasm building. I'm not sure how much more I can take before I explode.
The older man pulls out of my mouth with a wet pop and turns me around, pushing the younger one aside. "My turn," he says, a glint in his eye.
He bends me over the hood of my car and enters me from behind. He's rougher than the younger man, his cock slamming into me with the force of his experience. The younger one watches, stroking himself as he takes in the sight. I wink at him, making him blush even harder.
The older man's thrusts are deep and powerful, making the car rock beneath us. I can feel his cock hitting all the right spots, and I know I'm going to cum soon.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grunts. "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes," I moan, my voice muffled by the cold metal of the hood. "Fuck me harder."
The younger one moves closer, his cock now at my mouth level. I take him in again, eager to taste his precum. He's so nervous, his hands shaking as he holds onto the side of my car. I suck him with renewed vigor, feeling his cock swell even more in my mouth.
The older man starts to speed up, his breath coming in short bursts. "I'm going to cum," he warns me, and I brace myself for the onslaught.
He pulls out and shoots his load across my ass and back, painting me with his seed. The younger one watches, his eyes wide with lust. "Your turn," I say, turning to face him.
He steps closer, his cock now rock hard and pulsing. "But, I don't know if I can," he stammers.
"Don't worry," I say, taking him in my hand and stroking him gently. "I'll make it easy for you."
I lean back against the car, my legs spread wide. "Cum on my tits," I tell him.
He nods and starts to jerk off, his eyes locked on my chest. The older man moves aside, watching us with a grin on his face.
"Come for me," I whisper, and with a muffled cry, the younger mechanic does, spurting his load all over my blouse and stockings.
I lick my lips, feeling a sense of power wash over me. These two men, both so different, both so desperate for me. It's intoxicating.
The older man zips up and claps the younger one on the back. "She's all yours now."
The younger one looks at me, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and terror. "Really?"
"Really," I say, smiling up at him. "But only if you can keep up with me."
He nods eagerly, his cock already starting to recover. "I'll try," he says, his voice earnest.
We move to the back of the garage, to a small office that smells faintly of motor oil and sweat. He sits me on the desk and starts to kiss me, his hands roaming over my body.
"I've always had a thing for older women," he whispers, his tongue dancing with mine.
I laugh, feeling decades younger than my fifty-two years. "Well, you've found the right one."
He slides my panties to the side and starts to lick my pussy, his tongue tentative at first, but growing bolder with every moan I make. I'm so wet for him, my juices coating his face.
"You taste so good," he murmurs, his eyes meeting mine.
I reach down and grab his cock, stroking it as he eats me out. He's still hard, which is surprising given how quickly he came earlier. But I'm not complaining.
When he's got me close to the edge, he stands up and enters me, his cock sliding in easily. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he starts to thrust. He's not as rough as the older man, but he's got a passion that's all his own.
He kisses me as he fucks me, his tongue exploring my mouth as his cock fills me up. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing with every stroke.
"Cum inside me," I say, my voice a breathy whisper.
He nods, his eyes glazed with lust. He picks up the pace, driving into me harder and faster until I'm screaming his name.
The feeling of his cock pulsing inside me sends me over the edge, my pussy clenching around him as I cum. He groans, his body going rigid as he releases his seed into me.
We stay like that for a moment, our breathing ragged and our bodies entwined. Then he pulls out and helps me clean up, his cheeks still flushed from our encounter.
"Thank you," he says, his voice shaking.
"That's so sweet," I say, smoothing down my blouse. "but you do have a lovely cock and fuck me, if you don't know just how to use it!."
He laughs nervously and I wink at him before walking out of the office, my hips swaying more than usual. I know I've made his day, and maybe even his week. And the best part? My cost of my car's tyres are all taken care of. |
