As I followed the mysterious women into her large mansion on the Floridian coast, I felt as though I should have some guilt, however, there was none. The fact of the matter was, I stumbled upon a single, smoking hot brunette who is currently letting me stay in her 1800's mansion after driving 850 mi away from where my Fiancé and Sister are staying in Houston. For right now, all I need to know is hot and single.
Upon walking into the mansion I was greeted by a huge foyer. The staircases wrapped around either side of the room, with a walkthrough in the middle. Bridget strolled in and tossed her keys into a basket in the middle of the room. She led me towards the kitchen, as I carried most of her groceries inside. I was lead to an absolutely stunning kitchen, one that was fit for my own home. Beautiful in appearance and exquisite in function.
Bridget told me to go and take a seat while she put away the groceries. I made my way through the kitchen's walkway into a grand living room. There must have been over ten black leather Chesterfield couches in the room, not a single one newer than fifty years old. The previous owners must have loved to entertain guests. I toured the rows like a furniture shop and quickly found the least dusty couch and took a seat. I heard Bridget finish up and start walking toward me. She stopped at the kitchen opening and spoke.
"What do you drink Danny?" She asked, with a bubbly smile.
"I'll take any hard liquor you have. Neat, preferably Whiskey."
"Whiskey it is!" She said, disappearing again.
She walked back into the room and said she would give me a tour. She led me through the large mansion first floor. It had a butler's quarters and dumbwaiters that came up from the basement; in which sat a fully stocked wine cellar. It seemed like this house could have been a hotel way back when. I sipped my drink as she led me through the house. It was immaculate for its age. She must have done an amazing job restoring it. We soon made our way up to the second floor. She showed the guest bathroom, bedroom, and study, along with her bathroom and bedroom. She soon led me downstairs, out the front door and into the garage. She spoke as she was walking out.
"So, you said you were on a bike, are you a fan of bikes and cars?" She asked.
"That's about correct; I like a nice car and a nice bike. I never had the time or the money until now to build or ride anything fancy. But now that I do, I have been enjoying myself."
"Well, it's good that you can now, and that you're here. You'll like this a lot." She said opening the door to the large barn.
It was amazing. She had at least forty vehicles and thirty bikes in her collection. She had about ten classic muscle cars, all fully restored. Some classically done, and some built for performance of comfort. She had five different lifted trucks, and a three supercars. Along with old chassis and bodies that haven't been built into a running cars yet.
The most amazing part of her garage though, were the tools. It was what you would find at any car garage and much, much more. There was everything; car lifts, tire mounters, an engine dyno, and much more. Along with shelves upon shelves of parts, spanning from swing arms to head units. Somebody, with just the equipment in here could build at least 10 vehicles that will run. I looked over to her, looking her dead in the eyes I spoke.
Smiling I said "You shouldn't of let me in here. You may come outside and see a car built, or three." I said, even though I've never once worked on an engine.
"Well, out back, there is an old '96 Ford F350, if you can get the body and chassis in here; I have an old 7.3 Powerstroke that you can drop into it. Get it fixed and it's yours." She said.
"Why?" I asked curiously.
"Well, as you can see;" She said extending her hands and waving them around "I have too many cars, trucks, and motorcycles as it is. I need to get rid of some stuff so I can build more. I will let you use anything in this garage to your heart's content." She said, her breath fluttering on the last sentence.
"Anything in here you say?" I said as I closed the distance between us and placed my hands on her hips, slowly snaking them around to her ass. I felt her melt into me.
Her kiss was fire; hot and heavy on my chest. I picked her up and carried her over to a clean workbench, periodically stopping and leaning her onto a hood of her car, before picking her up and continuing our journey to the workbench. We weaved through all the cars and I set her down onto the workbench. She was quick to get my pants off, and hers too.
She quickly unwrapped my hard cock from within the constraints of my jeans and led it straight into her moist and dripping wet pussy. I felt her warmth quickly envelope me, slow and precise, however I quickly built up to a steady pace, both of us enjoying it. Our collective echos boomed across the large metal walls of the structure we took refuge in.
"I knew your dick was gonna be good from the first time I saw you. Danny, you are god-like. Keep fucking me, I... I am gonna cum!" Her moan was explosive, but her facial expression even more so, her first orgasm hit her like a freight train, but I kept going pounding away.
"Don't stop now," I said "Keep cumming for me. Cum all over my hard cock. Bridget, cum!" I said sternly. That did it for her, she came a second time. Soon following up with a third. After her third I was close. I told her to get on her knees and give me a blowjob. She obliged and started worshiping my cock.
"Give me your cum," She said stroking me, then wrapping her mouth around my head "I want it, I need it. Cum for me Danny, cum!" She was almost zombie like, and completely dick drunk, I don't think I could of stopped her if I tried. Her stroking became a blur and her mouth moaning around me. It was too much, I came with a mighty roar, shooting wads and wads of cum down her throat.
The clock had struck 06:00 am when we had stopped fucking. Bridget needed to get going to run some errands which left me to build my truck. I walked around back and found the F350 body on the ground, with the chassis sitting next to it. The body was absolutely immaculate, however, it wasn't together. This meant I would need to lift the cab and bed of the truck onto the chassis. No wonder why Bridget never fixed this up. I, however, had an insane amount of strength due to the miracle-like-drug that inhibits my demigod like body. With very little effort I was able to drag the bed and cab over to pavement. I pulled the chassis into the garage to get everything mounted first. I got the engine onto a lift and lowered it into its mounts. Once bolted on, and with Vitur's help; the engine was installed and wired. The process took about five hours. I then made sure that the transmission, transfer case, front end, and rear end were all in working order. After that I dealt with the suspension, which needed a relatively minimal amount of work. With all of the mechanicals set, I pulled the chassis out onto the pavement, made sure that none of the body mounts were rusted or damaged in any way. I lifted the cab up onto the chassis, then the bed. Just as I started lifting the bed I heard Bridget's 2500 pull in. Once she hopped out she didn't say anything, she just sat there in awe seeing me pull a 6000 lb truck with ease. I brought it back into the garage to work on the interior. As I stopped the truck with my arms; I heard Bridget as she walked into the garage.
"How did you do that? How are you doing this?" She asked pure curiosity in her voice.
"What? The strength thing? Oh; an 1000 year old drug that makes people have supernatural abilities." I said. I heard nothing in return so I turned my head to see Bridget speechless. "Seriously." I added.
"Okay, wow, do I know how to pick 'em or what?" She asked no one while walking to her truck to get her bags. I heard her make her way inside and decided to continue working. Hours passed like minutes while I worked on the truck. I replaced the head unit and speakers in the truck and added two 12 inch subwoofers into the back, it was enough to rattle the bumper off. After an engine tune up, and a set of 35 inch tires; she was ready to run. The clock read 8PM, so I took her out for her maiden voyage. I drove over to where my bike was. I picked it up and put it into the bed of the truck. I drove back to Bridget's house after filling up my gas tank and getting some takeout. I made my way inside, giving her a deep kiss on the lips as I walked into the kitchen.
