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? "
