It was Saturday and time for monthly car maintenance. I hated this chore but it was one that took two people, so I had to drive the car to the garage and when I was ready to leave, I always called James to come pick me up. I needed the oil changed, realignment of my tires, lubricate the chassis and a tune-up. My regular garage was closed for because they needed a vacation so I had to go to a new shop. I told James where I was going and that our usual auto shop was closed for the week. I got in my car and said, "I'll call you when I'm ready to be picked up."
He was reading the paper and drinking coffee and he nodded and said, "okay, I'll be waiting for the call."
It was summertime and the humidity was unbearable so I had on a hater-top and a very thin skirt with nothing on underneath. I hate to sweat and in this weather the only way to prevent that is to wear as little as possible or nothing at all. I turned the air conditioner up full blast. It was only a ten-minute drive from the house.
I got there just as the shop was opening. There were only the mechanics there; the manager hadn't yet arrived. There were three of them. One was putting new tires on a car probably left over from the day before; he was real cute, about thirty-five years old, maybe five feet ten inches tall, curly black hair, deep green eyes, built like a football player with all his gear on. Another one was having coffee; he too was sort of sexy in a different way. His blonde hair that touched his neck; he looked about twenty-seven years and had brilliant blue eyes. The third was an excellent example of the most beautiful black man I ever saw. About six feet tall, he was slim and in good shape. He was probably about thirty-five with piercing brown eyes and a smile that wouldn't end. His chest was strong and his arms looked as if he worked out daily; his stomach definitely had a six pack. His smile was true and it showed in his eyes. He was soft spoken and he is the one who approached me and said, "Can I help you, ma'am?"
"Yes, I need some work done on my car. I need the oil changed, realignment of my tires, the chassis lubricated and a tune-up. Could you tell me how much that would cost and how long it will take?"
"Well, ma'am, I'm sorry, but I don't do that kind of stuff, you telling you how much it costs; I just fix 'em." And he smiled at me
"Oh, well, who can tell me the cost and how long it will take?" I asked, sweat already beading up on my neck.
"Tom, the manager can tell you that when he gets here." He told me.
"Well, what's your name?" I asked, with a smile on my face and ideas in my in my head. My pussy was getting wet just looking at these three beautiful specimens of men.
"Derek, ma'am." He replied with a sheepish grin.
"Well, Derek, do you have any idea how long until Tom will be here?" I ask, while wiping a trickle of sweat from my breasts.
"No, ma'am, he keeps odd hours. But if you want to wait, you can do so inside where it isn't so hot. Don't want your delicate skin to get burned by this early morning sun." He glanced at my breasts when he spoke.
I smiled, "Well, thank you, Derek, it might be a little more comfortable inside; I think I will take you up on that."
I got my purse out of the front seat and followed him into the store. As we walked past the other two fine specimens I smiled and wiped another trickle of sweat from my brow. They watched as Derek and I entered the waiting room.
I took a seat and soon the blonde was there. "Good morning, ma'am. I just made a fresh pot of coffee would you like some while you're waiting for Tom?"
"Mmmmmm, that sounds good; thank you" I said with a smile. "What's your name?"
"Peter, ma'am." He said as he blushed.
"And what is that mechanic's name, the one over working on the tires?" I asked.
"Sterling, ma'am, he does wheel balancing, breaks and new tires." He told me.
"And what is your specialty?" I asked him.
"I do lube jobs and oil changes, ma'am." He said as he blushed.
Oh yes, he was a beautiful man! I could feel his touch through those luscious blue eyes and I knew he wanted to touch my breasts. I even wishfully hoped he could smell the hot juices spewing out of my pussy.