Serenity And The Firefly

(This is part 3 of an ongoing story about Alice and Lewis. It will likely be a bit confusing if you start here. Alice is a few years older than Lewis and she is exploring a more dominant side of her personality, Lewis appreciates and enjoys the play while they work on her car)

'I'll have these cleaned before you give them back to Mrs. Max.' I say absently as I take off the bright pink riding gear.

He snorts, 'I'm going to have to buy them off her, no way can I ride with Max and see her in that gear ever again.'

I shake my head, 'I don't think it will fit you.'

He smiles wryly at me, 'It fits you very well.'

We are back at the shop, it's after 10 o'clock and the ride back was harrowing to say the least. Lewis was confident and reassuring but all I could see were the lines on the pavement and oncoming headlights. Half way back he commented he might have bruised ribs in the morning. That didn't make me loosen my grip and I ended up kissing his helmet twice more.

'So,' he says once the gear is in my car and the bunny helmet is back in it's bag on his bike. 'I priced out the work on your car, do you want to hear an itemised list or just the damage?'

His wan smile is brightened by the harsh streetlights casting a gold glow over him; sweat soaked hair curling around his face. I lose track of time as I stare at him and yet another daydream is interrupted by a smart ass comment.

'This is all an illuuusion!' he intones in a ghostly voice raising his hands in the standard spooky pose.

'I was having a perfectly lovely daydream, now I'll have to wait until I get home to finish it.' I grin at him, 'On an unrelated note, the roller in the shop looks kind of fun.'

He opens his mouth to retort then closes it again. He shakes his head and chuckles. 'You keep surprising me.'

'What?' I say innocently, 'Are you saying you've never raced from one end of the shop to the other on those things?'

'Uh, huh.' he says with his eyebrows raised, 'I'm sure that's where your mind was. Why else would your nipples be pointing at me?'

I look down at the thin shirt barely covering my chest, 'Busted.'

'Okay, what's it going to cost me?' I cringe at how that sounded.

He switches to professional mode without a pause, 'Do you mind if a few parts come from salvage? It's practically new and wasn't damaged in a write-off.'

'Not at all! That is awesome!' It means the price just went way down.

'Great, I can pick up all the parts tomorrow and should have her ready in a week, unless she misbehaves.' He says happily.

'So what will I owe you?' I ask.

'It will be around $2500 for parts.' He grimaces, 'But more if there's a problem causing the wobble and not just poorly balanced tires.'

I nod, it's less than I thought. 'And about $5000 for the shop rate?'

He looks surprised, 'That's way more than we would charge you.'

I'm confused, 'But you said a week. Your rate is $150/hour according to the white board. It's okay, I budgeted for it. And like you said, you are worth it.'

'That's just for odd jobs and simple repairs, we price differently for conversions and mods.' He purses his lips for a moment then smiles. 'The guys don't want to charge you for labour.'

I frown, 'I wasn't seducing you to get a deal.'

He laughs at that, 'I didn't suggest you were. They are hoping you will come to the shop for an evening or two, said they could use some dainty hands to get at tight spots.'

He seems unaware of how that sounds.

'I'm going to assume they mean under the dash or in the engine compartment.' I say teasing.

He scrunches his face in disgust and fakes a gag as he says, 'Your dainty hands aren't going anywhere near their tight spaces!'

I laugh and he joins with his wide grin, those kissable lips stretched over his teeth. I notice one canine is slightly longer than the other, it's adorable.

'I'd love to hang out at the shop after work for a few hours, I've missed it. I'll bring my car back tomorrow around supper time, is that okay?'

'Perfect.' Lewis replies.

I decide to bring up the price later, there is no way I am letting them do all that work for nothing.

I shuffle my feet, suddenly awkward. How to say goodnight?

He reaches out a hand and I step up, he wraps his arms around me and I press my body to his. I close my eyes as we just stand there holding each other enjoying the sensation of being cocooned. We don't move, we just breathe. Eventually I raise my chin and he looks down at me, I lift onto my toes and press my lips to his for another soul bending kiss.

Finally I disentangle myself from him and say, 'See you tomorrow. Safe ride.'

'Tomorrow.' He says as he puts his helmet on.

I start my car and am pulling out of the driveway when I hear his bike start.

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I pull around to the back of the shop around 4. I grab the tray of coffee and head in through the open bay door.

'Hello!' I say in the same singsong voice I used the first time I walked in.

Max pokes his head out from behind the Civic's hood. 'Good, coffee. Going to be a late night.'

He walks over and grabs one, 'I want a mocha latte next time.'

I nod and smile at him, 'Noted. That will be $5.' I hold out my hand.

He looks genuinely shocked and I laugh. He smirks at me and walks back to the car. I look around the shop and don't see anyone else.

'Home alone?' I ask.

Max puts his coffee on the frame and begins ratcheting something. 'They are grabbing all the parts for your basic bitch, should be back any minute.'

He doesn't say anything else so I put the tray of coffee on a bench and wander back to the car he's working on.

'My first car was just like this, but an automatic.' I say. 'Someone had modded it badly, had a big stupid muffler on it that I loved and a big ass bass speaker with fritzed wiring. It was gutless but great on gas.' I smile remembering it.

'This isn't an automatic. If you're not careful you'll destroy him.' He grumbles at me.

There's an intensity in his words that give me pause.

Finally I respond in a quiet voice, 'I've been driving on automatic for a long time but that doesn't mean I've forgotten how to work a clutch.'

'So you think you can drive this without damaging it?' He scowls at me.

'With a little patience and practice.' I hesitate and choose my next words carefully. 'I don't want to hurt anything but I'll probably still miss a gear from time to time.'

He grunts and closes the hood. 'Well, hop in. Need to test drive this guy.'

'Really?' I ask, surprised.

'If you can't work a stick you have no business here.' He challenges.

I don't want to mess up in front of this guy but I'm certain I can get the hang of a manual gearbox again. So I grin at him and hop in. I am immediately hit with nostalgia. I take a minute to look around the interior and shake my head a little.

'Feels like home.' I say wistfully.

Again Max doesn't say a thing, he seems to be a guy who chooses carefully when he speaks. When I settle in to start the car he says, 'Make sure it's in neutral before you turn the key.'

It takes me about 15 minutes to refamiliarize myself with driving a manual. I fully stall it only once; it is on a small hill and to my surprise Max doesn't mock me. He just explains what I did and makes a suggestion on how to prevent it happening again.

He tells me to open it up on the highway as we are headed back to the shop. I break into the biggest grin. This is definitely not a stock Honda Civic! I hear something engaging as I speed up and ask if it has a turbo. Max just nods. It's a 5 speed so I drop into 4th and punch past a few suvs.

When we are back at the shop he tells me to park outside. I do and pull up the park brake without thinking. I blush and put it back down.

'Why did you do that?' He asks.

'Old habit.' I reply trying to get the flush to leave my face. 'When I had my civic my apartment was on a steep hill.'

He makes a noise like a grunt and we walk into the shop. Lewis and Will are back and wave as they sip coffee.

'You didn't leave your keys.' Will says.

'Sorry, I didn't think of it when Max asked me to drive the civic.' I can't help the big smile on my face. 'Almost made me want to trade cars.'

Lewis looks at Max questioningly. Max grumbles, 'She probably won't drop the transmission.'

'High praise,' I grumble back. 'I haven't driven a stick shift since I was 20 and I only stalled it once.' I say looking anywhere but at the 3 guys.

'It is actually.' Lewis says with a grin, 'He approves so the car is yours while your valley girl gets upgraded to what.. beach babe?'

'Beach babe?' I snort and Will chuckles.

'I have no idea what she'll be when she's happy.' I shrug, 'I'll have to wait and see.'

'I'd like to take her for a little drive before putting her on the hoist, is that okay?' Lewis asks.

'Sure,' I reply brightly, 'As long as I come along to make sure you treat her with respect.'

He bows as though in a flashy fantasy movie and says, 'Always.'

I smile, shake my head, and place the keys in his hand. 'Let's go.'

He drives fully manual and I'm surprised at how smoothly it shifts. I quit trying to shift up because it always feels like I'm fighting the computer.

I notice his left foot moving and I'm guessing it's odd to shift without a clutch. I say this and he smiles wistfully.

'It is an odd sensation. I'm used to either fully auto or full manual transmission. I hadn't considered driving one like this before.' He admits.

'My dad taught me to shift like that on his old truck. It was an automatic but whenever he hauled something he'd use the transmission to slow down as well as the brakes, he said it was safer and easier on the truck.' I reply.

He looks over at me as we take a right turn, 'I guess that's why I never thought of it, I've never hauled anything aside from some parts in the bed of the shop truck.'

I can't resist any longer and tuck the stray bit of hair on his forehead back behind his ear. He presses his cheek into my hand and I notice he shaved. I stroke my fingers along his jaw enjoying the soft skin.

He clears his throat, 'About last night.'

'Mmhmm?' I wonder what he's going to say and wait with a bit of apprehension. Does he regret it? I feel my pulse in my temple as I wait for him to continue.

'Please don't mention it to the guys, not.. what you called me.'

My internal doomsday timer pauses and I reassure him that it is our secret alone.

I pause and consider my next words. This is something I thought about last night while laying in bed. I eventually decided to just be blunt; it's worked so far.

'Speaking of last night, how do you feel about teasing?' I ask.

'The guys and I rib each other all the time, and now you too it seems.' He replies not getting my meaning.

'Hmm, I mean more the sexy type of teasing. Getting you aroused and then stop, seeing how close you get to orgasm and how many times before it's too much.'

'That sounds hot as fuck.' He replies instantly.

My face breaks into a smile and I bite my lip before asking the next question. 'What are your limits to how far you want to go? When or where would you not want it?' I ask.

He seems to be considering his answer. 'I'm not entirely sure, I haven't thought much about that kind of play.'

After another pause he says, 'The bike rule stands, that will never change.'

I nod.

He continues, 'Working with a hard cock has been fun, or out in public but I'm not into pain.' I notice his shoulders curve slightly as he says this.

I reply earnestly, 'I don't want to hurt you, ever. I may be exploring my dominant side but I'm not into s&m, discipline or humiliation. Some teasing, edging, tickling is about as far as I'm interested in exploring.' I reply.

I'm watching him carefully as I list my boundaries. 'I just want fun and pleasure for both of us, no scripts or expectations, and no pressure.' I finish.

He doesn't seem upset, 'So no cock cages or cuffs?'

I hesitate and he notices, he quirks a brow. 'What else?'

I bite my lip. 'I've been debating telling you a fantasy I've never shared.'

We are pulling into the shop and he drives my car to the hoist. He shuts off the engine and turning towards me, lays an arm over the back of my seat. His eyes are burning with heat as he says one word. 'Please.'

I actually shiver and my body twists slightly when he says it, I blush furiously. I look around but don't see Max or Will. I lean in closer to Lewis and say quietly, 'I want to tie you to my bed leaving you only able to move a little. Then I want to touch, lick, and suck until you are begging to cum for me.'

His eyes are deep blue and his expression hasn't changed its intensity. 'I am your toy.'

I grab his shoulders and pull him towards me in a wild kiss, I'm nearly frantic trying to release the tension in my body with just our mouths. He pulls back for a second with a wide smile.

'Maybe we should skip working on the car tonight.' He says and runs his hand along my thigh before pulling me in for another passionate kiss.

The office door bells bang and we separate. We both burst out in laughter and it takes a moment to catch our breath. I adjust my shirt, his hands were roaming freely. He rebuttons the coveralls I was apparently trying to pull off of him.

'I'll be careful not to let the guys see.' I say.

Lewis shrugs, 'I doubt they'd care, Max's wife is practically feral with him and Will's was too. As long as we keep it just under r rated I doubt they'd do more than razz us.'

The two older mechanics walk in from the office and Will yells at us, 'If the windshield isn't fogged you're doing it wrong!'

Lewis grins at me, 'See, they'll just make jokes.'

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We spend the next 2 hours pulling off the exhaust system and I'm actually able to help a bit more than simply holding wrenches. Lewis and I take every opportunity to touch each other as we work, I end up with a smudge of oil on my nose. Max comes over and talks about my car, points to some parts I don't know and explains them. He seems to like sharing his knoweldge.

Eventually he says, 'Bring your little hands over here. I've got nuts I can't reach.'

Lewis reaches for a large wrench and waves it menacingly but with a grin, 'Back off, I saw her first!'

'And I saw her second, no dibs on ladies.' Max replies, smirking.

'I licked her, she's mine.' Lewis retorts and a horrified giggle escapes my mouth.

'Fine.' Says Max and I'm sure I see a smile from under his long bushy beard.

'I still need your help, Ace.' he says to me.

'It's Alice,' I reply. 'Okay, I'll help you with your little nuts.

Max laughs, a fully bellied barking laugh.

It really is tricky to get the bolt out but I manage to twist the nut after a few tries. I comment that it looks like he'd have to take a big piece out to get to it otherwise.

'Yeah, the whole radiator. You saved me a couple hours of work.' He says and begins pulling the grill off. I leave him to it and am about to head back to Lewis when Will beckons me over.

'Hi Will, need me to handle your nuts too?' I ask loudly in an innocent voice.

Lewis's voice sounds from across the shop, 'Alice! Why would you say that?!'

I chime back, 'Just checking to see if you are paying attention!'

Will smiles, 'You two are just like my wife and I. She was a smartass and in way over her head with a bike gang when I met her; she and I clicked the moment we laid eyes on each other. That was 40 years with her I'll never stop being grateful for.'

He looks at me standing in front of the lowered pickup, 'You haven't even been alive as long as I was with her.'

I shrug uncomfortably, 'I'm 42.'

'Oooh!' Will exclaims, 'That's why you want your car to growl! Need to warn young men that you are on the prowl.'

I scrunch my face and say, 'That wasn't my intention.' I look over at Lewis.

As I turn back to look into the kind eyes of the man who must be in his late 60s I ask quietly, 'Is it weird?' I pause, 'Or wrong?'

He smiles, 'Nala was 10 years older than me, it was never a problem.' He notices me relax and continues in a low voice, 'She was the voice of reason and calm when I was still hot headed and I appreciated her all the more for it. And she was wild in bed.'

He grins over at Lewis, 'I bet you'll teach that boy things he's never dreamed of and he'll fight hard to keep up with you.'

I blush furiously and he laughs. 'Yup, same story.'

I clear my throat and try to get my face to cool down, 'What did you want me to help with?'

He points to a couple hoses near the firewall, 'I could reach down with a vice grip but it's still pretty tight. If you can unscrew them by hand it would be easier.'

I look down at the hoses half way down the deep truck engine compartment. 'I'll have to climb up there to reach it, anything I shouldn't lean on?'

'Nah, most of it is already taken out.'

I'm about to climb onto the engine bay when Lewis walks over with some coveralls. 'Throw these on, oil doesn't come out of jeans easily.'

I hadn't even thought about staining my clothes, I look down at my shirt and don't see any grease. I pull on the coveralls and roll up the sleeves and cuffs. The crotch hangs ridiculously low because it's about 4 sizes too big for me but I spin in place and strike a superman pose anyway. I hear a wolf whistle from somewhere in the shop and I laugh.

Lewis is wearing an odd expression and Will punches his arm, 'Compliment her you idiot!' he mock whispers.

'I..' he looks at the truck and back to me awkwardly then says, 'You look nice.'

I grin at him, 'Thank you!' I turn to the truck and haul myself up using the front wheel. I manage to squeeze my arm down the small space and feel the hose, I'm glad it turns easily and is soon off. The second hose is further down and I strain to reach it. Eventually after wiggling and kicking my legs I can grip it with the tips of my fingers by laying flat out across the engine.

As the hose falls to the ground I hear a thump and a whispered, 'Close your mouth.'

I pretend not to hear.

I wiggle my ass more than necessary as I shimmy back out of the engine compartment and a hand on my waist startles me until I realise it's Lewis helping me down. I turn to face him and we are very close again, I reach up to kiss him on the cheek but he doesn't move so I can only reach his jaw.

I smile and tap his cheek, 'Cat got your tongue?'

A loud bark booms across the shop and I wince, I forgot about Boot's obsession. He comes barrelling out of the office and I hide behind Lewis as he heads straight for me. Max steps into his path and Boot slows enough not to bowl over Lewis and I.

I reach out to pet Boot and ask him, 'Why do you like them so much?' He snuffles and starts to pace the shop. Mournfully I say, 'I'm sorry Boot, false alarm.' He lets out a small whine and walks back to lay down in the office.

Lewis looks surprised, 'Did he understand you?'

I watch the big dog wander off and I smile wistfully.

Will rolls under the truck to start fiddling with the hoses and I reach my hands to Lewis's shoulders. I just want a kiss but he grabs my ass and lifts me right up to his hips. I wrap my legs around his waist and giggle.

'Wow, you are strong!'

'Nah, you're little.' He carries me like that as he walks back to my car and then presses my back against the hoist. 'That was so hot.' he says.

'I can tell.' I say and grind against him, his cock is rock hard. 'I had no idea oversized coveralls were your thing, I can skip the tight shirts from now on.'

My back presses harder against the hoist as he rolls his hips side to side, his cock is grinding against my clit and it feels amazing. I'm about to kiss him when he uses his nose to press my neck to the side. I let out a stifled moan as he begins to kiss up and down my neck, his rolling hips never stop that slow steady rhythm. When my eyes close and I'm breathing fast his kisses flow from one side of my neck to the other. He moves along my collarbone and dips down slightly towards my cleavage. Eventually he groans and gently puts me down. My legs feel a little wobbly but I remain leaning against the metal post and flutter my eyes open.