I sighed. I tapped my foot. I sighed and tapped my foot at the same time. When were they going to be finished? I was irritable and cranky, and if I let myself think about it, I knew why. I'd broken up with my boyfriend six months ago and I was horny, plain and simple. I had a drawer full of toys that I used often, but battery-powered orgasms just didn't compare to having a hard, hot man inside me. I sighed again and paced some more around the waiting room of Steve's Import Auto Service.
The previous afternoon I'd hydroplaned dangerously in a sudden spring downpour and realized my tires needed replacing. Today I took off work a little early and headed over to Steve's to get a new set put on. Even though it was late on a Friday afternoon, they had agreed to get the work done for me before the weekend. But it seemed to be taking a long time. It was 30 minutes past closing and the customer waiting area was deserted. I wandered over the Customer Service desk but there was nobody there. I looked down the hall behind the desk and could just see Steve, sitting at his desk talking on the phone.
I resumed my pacing. Maybe I would get some dinner after my car was done and head over to Harrison's for some drinks and dancing. I might hook up with someone there...oh brother, I was in deep shit, I thought. Considering a one-night stand was pretty out-of-character for me. But this sexual drought had my thinking processes impaired!! Over the years I'd had a couple of fuck buddies, or Friends With Benefits, as the twentysomethings called them now, but they were all otherwise attached at the moment.
I looked down the hall again and Steve was still sitting with his back to me talking on the phone. To hell with insurance regulations, I thought, I'm going to find out what's going on. I opened the door to the shop, where my silver BMW convertible was still up on the rack. A dark-skinned man was using an air wrench to tighten the lug nuts on the rear tire. At the sound of my heels tapping on the concrete, he turned to look at me. The name stitched on the front of his coveralls was Jorge and he was big. Big shoulders, big hands, big feet, although he was not much taller than me. He was handsome in a sulky, arrogant way. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts under the black lace tank top. I'd left my suit jacket in the waiting room in deference to the springtime humidity.
"Are you almost done?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said indifferently. "Few more minutes."
Our eyes locked and I felt an arc of animal attraction pass between us. Hmmm...this day is looking better, I thought. Turning to walk back to the waiting room, I "accidentally" dropped my purse. I bent over slowly in my short skirt, gathering the spilled items carefully, making sure Jorge got a good view of my ass. As I straightened and continued on, I glanced over my shoulder to see him staring after me. I hid a grin and went back into the waiting room.
I sat down and tried to concentrate on the book I had brought. It didn't help. My favorite fictional bounty hunter, Stephanie Plum, was getting it on with her cop in the Prologue. Uggghhh.....I paced over to the window to the shop and noticed that my car had been lowered to the ground and Jorge was at the desk in the corner, filling out some paperwork.
Suddenly I had an idea, a terrible, wonderful, awful idea. I went into the ladies room and slipped off my black panties and stuffed them in my purse. I strolled back through the waiting room and into the repair shop.
"I need something out of my car," I said. Jorge didn't even respond. The top was still down after the gorgeous weather that had followed yesterday's rainstorm, and instead of opening the back door, I leaned over the side and into the car. This position drew my skirt up and thrust my ass out. I could feel his eyes on me as I stretched, reaching for my gym bag on the back seat. I rummaged around, pulling out the first plausible item I came to, a small pack of tissues. I straightened and turned and bumped smack into Jorge. I hadn't heard him come up behind me. He grinned knowingly at me and I stared back, challenging him. He lowered his head and kissed me. This was no sweet, getting-to-know you exploration, this was an animalistic mating of mouths and tongues. One hand reached for my chest and began exploring my breasts, squeezing them roughly. He pinched first one nipple, then the other, hard.
"Owwww...not so rough," I said. Although his very roughness was turning me on, I'm not into pain and wanted to make sure it didn't get any worse.
He slapped me on the cheek.
"Oh, you know you like it, bitch," he said. My hand dropped to his crotch, squeezing his balls hard and digging in with my nails.
