All characters involved in sexual activity are over 21 years of age or older.
It was an average summer Friday afternoon. Ben during his lunch break headed over to the commercial centre to prep for the weekend. Instead of just popping in the store to pick up weekend essentials like snacks and beer, he needed some car maintenance too.
He pulled up into the Rapid Lube parking area and headed inside. For a moment he waited patiently in the intense AC and then he peered to left hoping someone might notice his presence. After tapping his foot then ringing the bell, he pushed the door open in a huff. Conjoining the office, were two open-air maintenance areas split by a wall. Somewhat annoyed he was wasting precious time, he stomped over to get a mechanic's attention.
"Excuse me! Excuse me! Can I get some help here?" Ben hollered over the sound of music on the radio.
A figure emerged from behind the vehicle. Everyone at the Lube joint wore a uniform but for some reason, the figure in the distance looked quite feminine. A greasy rag fell to the floor and the employee looked up and headed towards Ben.
"Hi, can I help you? I'm Nina." She said smiling as she put her hands in her pockets. As she did, it only accentuated how her grey trousers tightly hugged her prominent hips.
Ben was stunned. Such a loud, greasy place for a woman to work, let alone an attractive woman. She wore a company baseball cap that said Rapid Lube and wore her sleek raven hair in a long ponytail. His eyes lowered to her grey uniform top with her name embroidered. Despite her boxy top being buttoned all the way, Ben's eyes couldn't help but slowly linger across the full mounds that rose and fall like smooth hillsides beneath the heavy starchy cotton. Ben blinked and tried to return to reality.
"Ummm yes," Ben muttered hesitantly. "It's really hot today, isn't it?" He bumbled.
"We can go in the office no problem then," Nina replied with a welcoming grin.
"Sounds good," Ben chimed in.
As Nina let him back towards the office right around the corner he couldn't believe there was a woman in front of him. It felt like a mirage in the heat. How could a beautiful, young woman be working in this place? He pondered.
The way Nina walked drew Ben's eyes to fixate on her body. Her hips rolled and swayed from one to the other smoothly. Each footstep caused a temporary tension around the back of her trousers causing evident strain around her plump full backside. After I moment he raised his gaze realising his inappropriate glances. Once in the cool of the office, Ben hoped his thoughts would return to a more business-like manner.
"So, just the one lube job for today?" Nina asked as she peered up from the computer.
"Sorry, what?" Ben asked feeling a little flushed.
"Just an oil change for today or anything else?" Nina clarified.
Ben couldn't understand why everything Nina said was ringing in his ear of sexual innuendo. He wondered if he was suffering heatstroke.
"What do you mean anything else?" He asked somewhat anxiously.
"Well sir, I'm not trying to sell you anything. I just wondered if there was another necessary maintenance. You know we're a multicare service provider." She said in a bemused tone.
"Oh, I see," Ben muttered while annoyed at his mind's ability to turn something innocent into something filthy.
"How soon do you need her?" Well, I have to be back at work in an hour and a bit.
"No worries. Come show me your ride then." Nina gestured while her intoxicating smile.
"So this is it nothing fancy," Ben stated as he passed her the keys.
As Ben reached over to give Nina the keys, he felt his fingers make contact with her palm. Just the small touch caused a jolt inside him which made him stiff. Nina smiled as he seemed hesitant to let go of the keys.
"Don't worry. I'll take good care of her." Nina said and walked off.
Ben stood for a moment unable to tell if she had winked at him or not. Honestly, he needed to get away from the beating sun. He walked across the parking lot to the bank and grocery store to do his necessary tasks. It was a relieving feeling to be surrounded by refrigerated and frozen cabinets everywhere after Ben had experienced such high blood pressure earlier. Ben glanced at his watched and headed back over to Rapid Lube since it had been 40 minutes. He placed the groceries down on the floor by the chairs and rang the bell. No one came to attend to him. Instead of waiting comfortably in the waiting area with a magazine, Ben couldn't help but want to find Nina. Again he threw open the entry door and walked around the side. He spotted his car getting lifted up.
"Hey there!" Ben called out.
Nina stepped back from the wall and turned to face Ben.
"Back already huh?" Nina raised her voice.
Ben couldn't help the overwhelming desire to be a little flirty with Nina. He walked forwards Nina against the wall to avoid his car above him.
"Well you know, I couldn't really rest easy knowing there was a woman handling my car," Ben said in a seductive way with a raised eyebrow.
He couldn't help but notice a change in her appearance. Nina had unbuttoned her boxed grey company top several buttonholes. Underneath there was a white deep neck tank top. Ben couldn't believe his eyes. The grey company top was unbuttoned just beneath her bust and her white tank clung to her shape like a second skin. The display of cleavage was rendering him speechless. Never had he seen such smooth tanned skin exposed before his eyes.
The way Nina's breasts began just below her collarbone created such soft, smooth fullness to commence and then increasing to form such tender breasts filling her tank top. At Ben's height, he could look down over Nina and see everything. The gorgeous sight in front of him gave him palpitations...
Nina didn't know what to make of this. Normally she would have slapped the guy for such a sexist remark but there was something unusual about the charge in the air. Ben scanned Nina's confused face as she readjusted her cap.
"You know what? I bet you're just jealous I know more about cars than you. Think about the money I save since I can do my own maintenance." She replied coyly.
