It was a hot July afternoon and I was working over today in the garage when I heard a car pull up. I was so backlogged that I had no more room to squeeze anybody's car in, no matter how much money they slid under the table. I was more interested in getting off of work because I had a hot date with the town tramp and I intended to get me some good pussy tonight. It had been so long that my cock got stiff when the wind blew and I could think of more interesting things that I would like to have blow on my dick. I continued with my work, figuring that whoever it was would probably be pissed when I told them to go down the road. I heard the click click click on the concrete and looked over my side to see a pair of shiny high heel shoes standing there. "Damn, a rich bitch," I said to myself as I continued to work. I hated dealing with women with money because they were so persistent and I really didn't need this shit tonight.
"Hello sir, are you the mechanic?" I heard a soft voice say.
"Yeah, what the hell do you think I'm doing under here lady. Can't you see it is after hours."
"Yeah, but my car is overheating. I need someone to take a look at it."
I thought about how my cock was overheating and I needed someone to take a look at it too but I was nice and kept my mouth shut. "I'm sorry lady, we are closed. That means not open for business."
"Listen mister, you need to come out and take a look at this. I need it bad," she said.
The nerve of the bitch, telling me what I could do. I pushed myself out from under the car and looked up. Damn, it was a very attractive lady in her late 20's. She appeared to be a classy woman and I was almost looking up her dress. My cock started to stir. Damn, I needed some pussy bad.
"Look lady, like I said, the garage is CLOSED!!!" I told her once again in a stern voice that showed that I meant business.
"Well, I really don't give a shit mister," she said, obviously pissed that I had dissed her like that. "I have to get this thing fixed or my daddy will kill me when he gets home."
"Well daddy is just going to have to be pissed precious, I have a date tonight and I would like show up on time."
"Just look at it. Please!!!" she pleaded. "And my name is Paula, not precious!"
God I hate being a sucker, especially for a young sexy woman. "Oh, all right," I said as I got up from my creeper. I took a good look at her, she was approximately 5'8, about 120 lbs. with long brown hair and a couple of legs that came together and made a perfect ass out of themselves. I could tell that she was probably one of those corporate wives who are used to ordering people around and having her way. She was wearing a short black skirt, nylons and a pair of high heels that made her ass cheeks perk up and wiggle when she walked. I motioned for her to show me the car and I took a good gander at her butt and my cock twitched each time she moved. "Now what seems to be the problem girl," I asked?
"Like I said, John, is it?" as she looked at the name on my shirt, "It's over heating." She leaned through the window to release the hood and her skirt hiked up slightly revealing the tops of her stockings. I could see the hooks on her garter belt as she popped the hood.
I reached under the hood and flipped the latch. She watched intently as I put on a little show for her. I always try to give my customers a little presentation to make them think that I am really earning my money when most problems are simple and don't require much energy or talent. As I was looking around under the hood she bent over and put on her own little show and I could see the top of her b-cups as they peeked out her low cut blouse. I wanted to reach out right then and there and rip the clothes off of her, but I once again held back.
"Hmmmmm," I said out loud. I watched for her reaction out of the corner of my eye and could tell by the worried look on her face that she was certainly a little concerned. "What is it mister," she asked? I reached for her hand and moved it toward the front of the engine. Her hand was soft and cool to the touch. "Well, looks like your fan belt is busted." I showed her where it went and then I looked down at my watch and then looked up at her. "The parts store is closed so you are out of luck." I saw the beads of perspiration collecting on her neck caused by the heat of the engine and trickling down her chest. God I wanted to get to know this girl better but I didn't have time tonight. "Shit mister, I have to have the car home before daddy gets there. He didn't want me to take it out tonight but I did anyway. Can't you do anything," she asked.
"I really don't have time little lady," I said as I looked at her tits peeking over her lacy black bra. I thought of a way out of this but I couldn't.
"Oh god mister, I'd do anything you wanted me to if you'd fix it so I could get it home."