I was just heading out the door for work when my phone rang. I considered ignoring it, but something told me I needed to answer.
"Hello." I grumbled.
"I'm so glad I caught you, it's Helen." The exasperated voice said. "My car's dead again, can you swing by and pick me up?"
Helen and I worked together, I was 22, she was 43. She'd been divorced for about 10 years. The only luck she ever had was bad. She was a great person and managed to keep a positive outlook in spite of her troubles.
She had a wicked sense of humor and we hit it off immediately. I was the only person that got her more cerebral quips and many times we were the only two laughing while everyone else looked at us like we'd lost our minds.
Helen's apartment was on my way, so I told her I'd be by shortly and hung up. We'd be late, but not by much.
She was waiting for me when I pulled in. "Thanks." She smiled. "Don't know what I'd do without you."
"No problem." I replied. "When you gonna retire that piece of shit?" "This is the third time this month it's stranded you."
"I'd love to get something better, but I can't afford it." She bemoaned.
"Tell you what, I'm off this weekend, let me have a look at it, maybe I can buy you some more time before it dies completely." I said. "If you'll buy the parts, I'll do the labor."
I was a pretty good mechanic. My dad had worked on cars since before I was born and I'm almost certain my first teething ring was a wrench. I'd learned everything I knew from him and planned on being a mechanic from an early age.
Once my parents found out just how intelligent their son was, all that went out the window.
"Work smarter not harder." My dad always said. "God gave you that big brain, do something with it." "You can always work on cars if it doesn't pan out."
That's why I was working with Helen, I needed the money for college.
"I can't let you work on my car for free, it wouldn't be right." Helen protested.
"First." I retorted. "I like working on cars, even if yours only barely qualifies."
"Hey!" Helen chirped and smacked me on the arm.
"Continuing." I growled. "I'm not doing it for free, I'll be charging you my standard fee."
I let that sit for awhile and continued driving.
Shortly, after much thought and worry, she could take it no more.
"So what's your standard fee?" She asked. "Or do I even want to know?"
We had kidded around quite a bit, and we had exchanged some sexual innuendos and mature banter, but nothing ever became of it.
"My fee is dinner, specifically, a home cooked meal." I said, grinning widely. "What were you thinking?"
"Knowing you, I wasn't sure what to think." She said sheepishly. "I've overheard you and the guys talking."
"Well, I don't know what you've heard." I grinned. "But I'd never take advantage of you." "You're my friend, I just want to help."
"In that case, I accept." Helen smiled, obviously relieved.
I showed up at Helen's the next day, bright and early. I wanted to make sure I had plenty of time, I was pretty sure I was going to need it.
I started with the easy stuff and continued to work until I'd fixed everything I could. It was nearly dark when I was done, but the car actually sounded good and ran better than I could have hoped.
Helen popped out from time to time, bringing me drinks and running for parts as needed. She showed up just as I was closing the hood.
"Giving up?" She frowned.
"Done." I announced proudly. "I've done all I could, it might actually qualify as a car."
She stood there, dumbfounded for a few seconds, then grinned and hugged me, almost jumping up and down.
"Is it really that good?" She asked.
"Better." I answered. "It should be good for quite awhile with any luck."
"Then I guess I owe you dinner." She smiled. "It's just about done."
"If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to shower before we eat?" I said. "I'm sweaty and filthy, don't want to get anything on your furniture."
"No problem, dinner will be ready by the time you're done." She purred. She kissed me on the cheek and nearly skipped back to her apartment.
I showered and dressed in clean clothes, gym shorts and a t-shirt. I had to go commando, since I forgot to pack underwear.
Helen had prepared a wonderful dinner and we ate and laughed until we were both stuffed.
After we were done, I offered to help her clean up.
She said I'd done enough and she'd take care of it.
"Then I'd better be going." I said. "Wouldn't want to give the neighbors anything to talk about."
"Can I talk you into a drink before you go?" She asked. "I feel like something and don't want to drink alone."
"Sounds good." I answered. "Bourbon if you got it?"
"Have a seat on the sofa, I'll be right with you." She smiled.
Helen brought me a drink and sat down next to me.
"Thanks for fixing my car." She purred.
"No problem." I said. "I really like doing it, it's almost like therapy for me." "When I'm working on a car, everything else just goes away for awhile."
"Still, it was nice of you to help me." She gushed, snuggling up next to me.
The sudden, unexpected closeness of her caught me off guard, and my cock immediately jumped to full attention. I had no hope of hiding it, so I just ignored it and hoped she didn't notice.
I saw her eyes flick downward briefly, then a sly smile crossed her face. So much for hoping.
"You know I've heard you talking to the guys?" She cooed. "Is any of it true?"
"Any of what?" I asked, playing dumb.
"Did you really...you know...with 3 sisters?" She asked.
"Guess we shouldn't have been so loud." I grinned.
"Answer the question." She snipped.
"Yes, it's true." I admitted.
By now my dick was raging and my shorts were leaving little to the imagination.
Helen didn't miss a thing.
She put her hand on my thigh. "How long ago was it?"
"Nearly a year." I lamented. "To be honest, I really miss her."
"What happened?" She asked, moving her hand up a bit.
"The sex was great, but when we weren't fucking, we had nothing." I explained. "We didn't have much in common and couldn't communicate."
Helen winced when I said "fuck", she apparently didn't like it.
"Have you found anyone else?" She inquired, again moving her hand.
"No, not really." I admitted. "Been too busy with school." "Plenty of time for that after I've graduated." "Don't really need the distraction."
"Too bad." She smiled. "They don't know what they're missing." She looked down and ran a finger up my boner, making me jump. "If I had access to that, I'd never let it go."
I liked where this was going. I never figured she'd be interested in someone my age, but, if she wanted it, she was going to get it.
I asked Helen for another drink and excused myself to hit the bathroom.
"Don't be long." She purred.
I left to attend to my needs and returned to the couch.
"You back yet?" Helen called from the kitchen.
"Yep, I'm here." I replied.
I could hear her footsteps, then she rounded the corner and came into view.
"Thought you might like some dessert." She purred, standing there stark naked. "I know I do."
For 43, she looked incredible. She could easily have passed for someone much younger. Her tits were high and firm, not real large, but nicely rounded with perky nipples and pink areolas. Wide, full hips and full bush that confirmed she was indeed a natural blond.
Smiling wickedly, Helen strutted across the room, allowing me to ogle her. She stopped in front of me and paused. "See anything you like?"
I just sat there, grinning, while I continued to leer at her. The tent in my shorts should be all the answer she needed.
Before I could say anything, Helen dropped to her knees and fished out my raging cock.
Her eyes got wide. "Holy shit, it's huge." She gasped, licking her lips. "I don't think I can get all of it in, but..." Then she started stuffing me into her hot mouth.
She was correct, but even with only half of me in her mouth, it still felt great.
She worked me over expertly and too soon I grunted and filled her mouth with my load.
"Been a long time since I did that, and never one that big." She mused. "Hope I'm still in practice."
"No complaints here." I stated. "In fact, I'm impressed, I don't usually cum so quickly."
"I'm counting on that." She purred and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the bedroom.
I got an excellent look at her ass while I followed her, just as incredible as I had hoped.
Helen flopped on the bed on her back and spread her legs, revealing her pussy. Her labia were swollen and I could see wetness clinging to her fur.
I peeled off my t-shirt and crawled on top of her, my intention was to fuck the living daylights out of her, but she stopped me.
"I overheard something else that you told the guys." She almost whispered. "And if it's true...?"
"Do you always make a habit of eavesdropping?" I teased.
I swear she blushed.
"No, not usually." She admitted. "But after hearing you guys talk, and considering I haven't had sex since my divorce, well I hope you can forgive me?"
"Guess it depends on what you heard?" I kidded.
"Well, it seems you have a talent I would like to experience." She stated.
"And that would be?" I queried.
"I don't really know how to say it." She whispered and she really was blushing this time.
"Just ask me." I said. "I don't bite, unless you want me to."