Loo Under My Hood

Look Under My Hood

Couldn't you feel it? It was relentless. My sexual tension. Fueled by the aggressive angst in my pants. It would seem, that was what was driving my car.

I peered down at my dash. My engine was at top dead center. I had a full tank of gas, adventurism greenlit, and eagerness to go.

I continued to drive, endlessly, on a winding road in a dark empty town. After hours, far from home, without a soul in sight.

I fumbled with finding a local radio station with success, The Fly's Got You Where I Want You, on full blast.

I resumed my map quest. It redirected me, and I followed. I was headed down the desolate street trying to make my way back to the freeway determined for my destination.

I glanced down at the dash. I saw the temperature rising and my car began to idle strangely.

It was dark, I was lost, alone and terrified.

There was nothing in sight and it was miles from the closest freeway.

This was the worst possible place for my car to break down. My evening had begun to look like the start of a B rated horror movie.

I continued to lurch to the next sideroad. There was only one bright light for miles.

It sat stationary, like a lighthouse tower, guiding me to safely port.

Gold, bold, and beaming bright. My beacon of light in my time of darkness.

My car had begun to sputter the closer I crept. I managed to make it to the midpoint of the driveway before my car completely died.

Shit. I hit the bottom dead center.

I checked my surroundings. The driveway led to a huge garage ahead with an attached house.

I got out of the car and walked up to the wide open service garage.

I saw an attractive man walking to meet me in the drive.

He was tall, with kind eyes, and a seductive smile.

He exclaimed in the cutest english accent "oh you poor girl. Looks like you're having a bit of some car trouble. Are you now?"

His voice lifted at the end of his sentence.

I nodded and pleated, "I'm... so sorry to bother you sir, you wouldn't happen to know anything about cars, would you?"

He chuckled and scratched his head for a second.

I could see the glimmer of his wedding ring.

He affirmed quickly. "It would seem life has thrown a spanner in the works. Well it would seem you're in luck, I'm an auto mechanic. Pop it in neutral and I'll push it into the garage"

"Are you sure it's not too much trouble?" I whimpered.

"I would be gutted to not help a damsel in distress" He added.

I opened the car door, got in, and shifted to neutral.

He grunted loudly when he pushed the vehicle into his garage.

He advised me to hit the brake when it was in and ordered me to place it in park.

He announced "Now let's get this sorted out. Pop your hood and well get a good look at what's going on underneath it"

I couldn't help but smile, and snicker on the inside, because of his double entendre. There was such a sexual connotation to his remark.

For a second I thought he meant it both ways. Or at least that was my initiaI impression from the look in his eyes.

I almost wanted to answer him..... yeah I bet you want to see what's under my hood.

However, I refrained from making overzealous forward remarks. Even if I was tempted and willing to show him what I'm working with.

My nipples puckered at the thought. My cheeks blushed a ferocious fever sent fire to my face.

It seemed I was a sucker for his accent and man in a mechanic uniform.

I popped the hood and steam bellowed out from below.

He gasped "oh wow, it seems it's overheated, I have to wait till it cools down a bit for me to troubleshoot it. Would you like a beverage while you wait? "

"Yes that would be great" I emphasized as I exited the car.

"Sure thing, make yourself comfortable. There is a fan over there by the chair, if you need to cool down. I shall return in a minute with a cold drink for you" He stated.

"Lovely. Thanks again sir." I shared.

He assured "You're most welcome" as he hurried away.

I checked out his ass when he left. I thought about how his ass looked naked. How it would have felt in my hands. How much power he would have if he thrusted into me.

I shook off my inappropriate thoughts and tried to think of anything else.

I tried to focus on my car situation. How much will it cost to repair? How long would it take? Would I make it to my meeting the next day? Could he fix my car?

It seemed I circled right back to the questions that involved him.

I wondered if he lived here?

If he felt the same attraction?

How would it feel to be touched by him?

I wondered what his wife looks like?

If he was happily married?

or had he strayed before?

I kept trying to justify my feelings of attraction. So my body response would have been welcomed and warranted.

It was after midnight when he returned with a tall glass of lemonade.

He extended his hand out with a tall glass of sweetness. He stared me down while he waited for me to grab the cup.

Our hands brushed in the exchange. I felt a jolt of electricity throughout my body.

He had to have felt the electrical current too.

He broke eye contact and looked towards the car as he cleared his throat. He pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped the sweat beads that formed above his furrowed brow.

"Well I better get to it then" He smiled at me and briefly paused before he began to check the fluid levels under my hood.

I found myself eyeing his hot and sweaty body.

If he only knew how he made my internal temperature rise. If he sensed the change in viscosity of my lubricating oil.

I continued to watch him intensively as he worked his way from standing to under my carriage.

After a few minutes longer, he pulled his body out from under the car.

He totally caught me eyeing him.

He mentioned " I think I found the problem, it's a radiator hose, I may have the part, give me a second to look."

He went into a closet and came out with the part.

"It would seem luck is on your side tonight, it just so happens I have exactly what you need" He proclaimed.

I smiled, a huge smile, and giggled, "today is my lucky day and it's not even my birthday".

He winked at me and exclaimed "well since its just after midnight now, it actually is mine"

I blurted abruptly "no way, are you serious?"

He emphasized "serious as a heart attack Miss. But not to worry, just a few more minutes and I'll have you on your way."

I proclaimed "okay, I am so appreciative of you!"

I waited for him to finish, I felt so guilty. This was how he was spending his birthday. He was so polite, sweet, and diligent. I didn't know how I could ever repay him.

He slid back under the car with his legs sticking out. It was a scene right out of a Bruce Springsteen video.

It was certain I had "a Bad desire" because that man most definitely set me "on fire".

The kicker was, he appeared to have no idea.

I contemplated different ways to repay him.

I waited for him to finish and he told me to crank the engine.

It purred like a pussy cat.

I clicked off the ignition and approached him.

"I don't have much money to pay you", I pleaded, as I fumbled in my purse trying to locate my wallet.

He turned and insisted "it's on the house, Miss, the pleasure was all mine."

I smiled at him with my best million dollar smile because I liked being called Miss. I even liked the way he said Miss in his accent.

I thought mischievously that nothing would make me happier than the pleasure to be all his. I wished I could show him how hot and ready my engine was.

I made the first step right in his direction, inching closer to him.

"May I give you a birthday hug? " I whispered seductively paired with my best come fuck me stare.

He blushed a bit and affirmed "sure thing".

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body on his. I felt him welcome my embrace. I kept my grip around the nape of his neck.

His hands interlocked around the lower curve of my back.

My desire burned for him. It radiated passion pouring from my lips that rested on the crook of his neck.

I felt him plump in his pants. His body agreed and responded quickly to my touch.

I got the urge to repay him with an even bigger tip. One that involved the unzip of the fabric that separated us.

I worked my way down his body with my lips and hands till I was on my knees. I waited, idling, for his consensual confirmation.

His hands in my tousled hair. His actions and eagerness clearly wants me to continue.

Without a doubt, I knew how to stroke his engine. I grabbed onto his hotrod and dry rubbed him through his jeans for a bit.

Then it was time to take his car out of the garage.

I unleashed his manhood from the confines of his denim cage.

His compression ratio was sparked and revving. He was large, about 8 inches uncut and thick.

I tongued his meaty head that oozed with precum. I needed to get all of him in my moaning mouth.

He plunged into my muzzle as if he owned it. His hands held my head as he thrusted into my ingress.

I used one of my hands to guide his shaft.

The other one, I shoved one down my pants. I heavily rubbed my clit and inched my way to my wetness. I perfected my pace to match his passes.

I pumped his piston with mean effective pressure.

We continued to repeat this formula

Mean effective pressure =

work done from engine /

total volume of cylinder

We both neared internal combustion. Still we were at full throttle ahead.

I continued as his suction valve. I persistently pulled his crankshaft at peak performance speed.

I got closer to cumming and tensed my thighs locking my hand in me.

My meddling middle finger gyrated my insides. I moaned and in ecstasy while I orgasmed violently.

It wasn't but a minute later when his fuel injection nozzle exploded in my mouth.

His camshaft continued to pulse and head remained hearty.

I looked up at him with my pale blue eyes and guzzled him down in one gulp. I released my grip after a few more jerks.

I got back to my feet and wiped my mouth from the sloppy blowjob. I winked at him.

"I just wanted to make sure this is a birthday you never forget" I conceited.

He concluded "I'm chuffed to bits! This was the best hit and run accident I've ever encountered. And to think, I never even got to see what is under your hood".