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Shirley Partridge closed the door behind Mr. Kim as he left and leaned against it. She looked at her watch. It was only one in the afternoon and she had already had sex with three men. Suddenly she remembered that she was supposed to take the bus to the garage at one o'clock. Quickly, she put on some panties and buttoned her jacket, leaving the top button undone. In her rush, she didn't have time to put on a bra. She grabbed her purse and jumped into the bus and drove to the garage. The bus was running roughly and she thought it might quit at any moment.
She pulled into the service station and a large black man wearing a navy mechanic's suit with the name "Duncan" sewn above the breast pocket walked up to her window.
"You must be Mrs. Partridge."
"How did you know?"
"Well, not many people drive around in buses that have 'The Partridge Family' on the side, and you're my one o'clock appointment."
"Sorry I'm late. I had to be fitted for a costume."
She felt a tingle of arousal as she thought about her tryst with her Korean tailor.
"I hope this doesn't put you behind schedule."
"Actually, this is your lucky day. Normally, we're packed, but you're the only one I have to work on today. It's been so slow, I let the rest of the guys go early. Pull into the garage so I can take a look."
Shirley eased the bus into the cool shade of the garage. The raucous noise of the misfiring engine sounded even louder in the confined space. She left the engine running and stepped out of the bus. As Duncan popped the hood and looked closely at the engine Shirley ran an appreciative eye over the mechanic. He was a massive man, six and a half feet tall with a huge chest and arms. With his shaven head, he could have looked very intimidating, but there was a certain gentleness about the way he moved and talked. Shirley idly wondered if every part of him was so substantially built.
He reached into the engine and suddenly the noisy clattering gave way to a subdued smooth rumbling. Duncan closed the hood and wiped the grease off his hands.
"What was wrong?"
"Spark plug wire had come loose. Should run fine now."
"That was it?"
"Simple as that."
"Do you have time to look at the AC? It's not blowing very well."
"Sure. No one else for me to tend to now."
Duncan entered the bus and sat in the driver's seat. He pushed on the buttons and twisted the knobs to the AC unit while Shirley watched from the lower step just inside the door. While the mechanic was busy with the AC, Shirley continued to check him out. He moved next to the driver's seat and lay on his back to look under the dash. He reached up and started fiddling with the wires. The muscles in his arms bulged, the short sleeves tight around his biceps. Shirley began to feel desire grow as she watched this hunk of a man work. Now here was a real man and she felt a craving to have him take her right there in the bus. Before she knew it, she felt her juices flowing as her sexual appetite kicked into high gear.