A hot Saturday a couple of weeks later. A really hot July day (they happen some years). Lovely to see Heulwen bending over and into the engine of the Triumph 2500. I was momentarily reminded of that Wednesday when I had sat in my office and the cum had poured from me as I had watched the girl bending over. If she had no overalls on, as she bent into the bonnet, I would be able to see almost as much as I had done then, though, pleasingly, 'undecorated' by Paul. A shame I had not taken a photo of that bending! Nonetheless the photos I had taken were pretty first rate. Blown up on my home PC screen, rather than the small screen of my Samsung, I had been more than delighted. It can be imagined I'd not been wearing a lot when I had downloaded them that evening, nor when I brought them one by one up on the screen and nor was my penis relaxed either! It had clearly been going to be a second wank and ejaculation -- and why not before bed?
Only five pictures -- I should have taken more but I had had other things to do with my hands... And all five crisp, detailed and erotic. It could so easily have been, out of a dozen, there would have been only one good one, yet here I was with five. I had had the megapixels set high so there was no loss of detail if -- or as - I zoomed in. The first of the two of them standing, not touching, right in front of the car: the long smile of the Triumph and its gleaming paintwork and spotless windscreen forming a nice backdrop. Two naked young people in profile. Heulwen's conical breasts so there, and even her dark pubic hair tufting -- and it did tuft - I had not appreciated that before that it grew with a definite upwards slant. If I zoomed in, I could see the individual hairs!
So erotic in its accidental composition, neither of them touching the other, but all the implication of what would happen there in the photos. Paul in profile. A young man in good health and fitness, no unnecessary fat and with a very fine stand. I'm not a great judge of penises -- still less erect ones -- but it looked firm enough to me and at a much better than forty-five degree angle up towards Heulwen. I'd have liked to stand facing Heulwen like that.
The next of them just starting their chase. A surprising action shot with Heulwen almost moving out of shot and Paul about to leap after her. As a photograph it certainly had movement. And then there was the one of Paul fucking Heulwen on the bench, very much his bottom centre stage, him drawing in his cheeks so they hollowed as he applied himself to her. In a way not much to see, rather as I had thought at the time, but all the implication of the young man very clearly joined to the young woman, his penis hard up inside her body. Almost not pornographic if you discounted the thoughts it aroused. Certainly, I was happily stroking away as I examined the photograph and my thoughts were most definitely aroused. I was not hurrying, I only had five to view.
The next was stunning. You have to give it to these little 'phone cameras, they can take the most amazing pictures. This was the one of Paul carrying Heulwen whilst copulating with her. His hands under her thighs, her arms around his neck, a slight turn of her torso so you could just see one breast and the wonder of her spread cheeks and thighs. I zoomed, I most certainly did, and there in colour and detail the sexual connection. Perhaps more of Paul's penis than I really wanted to see but, there again so easy to imagine it as my own, the detail phenomenal. I could see every vein and wrinkle. Half of its six or seven inches (I don't know, I had not applied my Vernier calipers to it. Perhaps Heulwen had...) were visible and clasped so tightly by the ring of her vaginal entrance. I could well imagine what that ring felt like --and it would feel a lot better than my rather substantial, oil ingrained, rather rough, finger and thumb clasped around my own cock. Paul's penis obscured the sight of her clitoris, of course. A trade-off between seeing Heulwen's sex in detail and seeing it in use, stretched and penetrated. And I could see her tight little bottom hole -- every wrinkle! Delightful imagining Paul offering that to me, perhaps saying he was finding Heulwen's weight a bit difficult to support and could I 'prop' her up a bit, give her a bit of 'support' under her bottom? Naughty but arousing thoughts. Incredibly unlikely, in reality, but very pleasant to imagine, sitting at my PC, pyjama fly open, cock in hand and looking at these wonderful 'stolen' snaps of the couple.
The last photo was little different from the one before, not quite as good, if anything. It caught Paul on the inthrust. Heulwen's bottom as lovely as before but all somewhat a portrait of Paul's hanging gonads. I smiled recalling how they had swung as I had peeked through the knothole, no doubt getting ready to do their job: a task I had, unfortunately, missed carried out on the, hidden from view, back seat of the Triumph.
First rate photos indeed. So, there I was a hot Saturday, a couple of weeks later, looking at Heulwen bent over the bonnet and recalling what I had seen. No Paul there, just the two of us. I walked over to talk. As we discussed the car my eye rested on the leather of the back seat. Yes, I had been sure the next day after their love making, when I looked, there had indeed been a new stain to the leather, just where I thought Paul and Heulwen's sexual connection had been. Heulwen was talking about brake fluids but my mind was on her and Paul's sexual fluids. I found myself erecting and hoped all was well hidden in the folds of my overalls. Not really the done thing to get an erection whilst discussing brake fluid with an apprentice mechanic.
"The 2500's such a classic, isn't he?" Her hand was stroking the paintwork of the wing.
'He?' Where did she get that from? "Would you like to have a drive. You're insured." My policy allowed for clients and others to drive.
"Oh, could I? Yes, please."
I did not add superfluous words about 'being careful,' I knew she would be. I opened the garage doors and smiled to myself as I very deliberately watched her hand putting the gear into reverse. It was my penis thinking really. I wanted to see her hand on his 'knob.'
Was my motivation in letting her 'have a go' simply to give her the pleasure of driving the car, letting her get the feel of the machine, or was it something else, a suspicion that she would find the experience sexually arousing? Whichever it was, there was undoubtedly a flush to Heulwen's face when she nosed the car back into the garage. I closed the doors.
"Well?"
The discussion was about driving characteristics, acceleration and braking, but as she sat in the driver's seat and I talked through the open window I could see she was not quite herself. Did I like seeing her left hand, perhaps, or probably, unconsciously, touching that big gear stick knob? I think so! If I moved closer to the door I could feel the hardness of my erection through the cotton fabric of the overalls. I was, as usual wearing nothing underneath, not even a tee shirt in the hot weather. It was, actually, hot enough to work naked. What an idea, Heulwen and me working starkers, perhaps with streaks of oil and grease across our bodies, rather than the overalls. I was not, though, going to suggest that!
Heulwen shook her head as if trying to clear it, "It's hot in here."
It was hot in the workshop, probably no hotter in the car. I stepped backwards, opening the car door as I went.
Heulwen went on, "It was going to be a hot day. I knew it. I didn't bother with anything under this." Her hand touched her dark blue overalls, at her breast as she got out of the car.
"Don't blame you. Err, sensible." What was I to say? This was sexual talk -- I was sure of it. One thing to talk about how hot it was, quite another to mention a lack of underwear and draw the attention of a man to that lack.
"A pity they don't do workshop skirts or dresses. Good wearing a skirt in the summer. Nice and cool..." she looked me in the eye, "...without panties."
I swallowed -- where was this leading? "Not very practical in the workshop when crawling under cars, might ruck up and..." I tried to make a joke of it, "...distract the other mechanics."
She turned, a little coyly I thought, and stroked the car's paintwork. "What about you? Do you wear anything under those?" She looked up for the answer.
"No shirt," I said. She kept looking at me. "No... like you, nothing..."
"Would you mind if I worked with my overalls rather open? A bit skirt like only open down the front. You could too, if you like..."
