My neighbour Jack was walking past my garage and heard me curse as I dropped a tool onto the concrete. He looked over and then started walking towards me. Wearing his leather jacket, jeans, and riding boots as he was just coming back from a ride, i noticed he had started growing his beard back. He looked hot. As he got beside me, he said, "It looks like you're having fun there."
I sighed and said, "Yes, I am," automatically smiling at him, as I took in his ruggedness, "I thought it would be easy to fix, but not so much anymore."
He smiled back and asked if he could help me. "Sure, if I can return the favour, by doing something for you."
"I am sure there is something", he said with a glint in his eye. Stripping off the jacket to his old band t-shirt, he leaned over, peering under the hood. "What seems to be the problem?"
I had always felt a vibe between us but veered away as he was my neighbour. The old work shirt had long since lost the top button and my cleavage was very prominent. Standing so close together I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, smell his natural scent.
Leaning down over the engine, 'I am trying to replace this part' and pointed to the overflow tank. He gave a cheeky grin, "Yes, that is simple enough, I can help if you want me to."
I felt his eyes wonder towards my cleavage, which with the broken button and my leaning was now very visible. 'And what can I help you with?' I said. My eyes darted down, taking in all of him as I bit my lip. We smiled together and instantly knew that we both had the same desire, I handed him the new part.
With his hands full, I moved closer and reached for his belt buckle. He raised his hands out of my way and took a step back from the car.
With no resistance, I had his pants below his knees, and sat down on the rolling garage chair. Luckily the car was low, so bent over with his forearms on the fender, there was plenty of space for me to work.
His cock was already starting to fill with blood and growing bigger by the minute. I licked my palm (after taking off the latex work gloves) and just held him, squeezing and easing rhythmically. Deliberately not stroking, teasing, occasionally blowing a little breath to increase the sensation. He had started working by the sound of the tools, 'hope he wasn't doing more damage to my car!'