AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this for my friend Gary and post it with his permission. All comments and criticism welcome.
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I'm just stepping out of the shower as I hear the phone ring. Naked and dripping, I answer to find your familiar voice on the other end.
It seems that you've got a car that must be finished for a customer, who will be by to pick it up in 3 hours, and your hoping I can lend a helping hand.
I naturally agree. I'm no expert, as you are, but I'm handy enough around the shop to be of assistance.
I slip into something special before throwing on a pair of jeans and a shirt and heading out the door.
When I arrive at your shop, I find you standing over the black Miata, fussing over the final details of the body work that has occupied your time for over a week now.
"Looking good," I say, as you look up to greet me.
"Thanks," you reply." Are you talking about me or the car?"
You explain that while finished, the car needs a complete wash, wax and polish before its owner arrives.
You hand me a set of coveralls to change into just as the shop phone begins to ring.
When you wander off to answer it, I quickly shuck my clothes, leaving only the pink mesh and lace thong I was wearing underneath, and slip into the coveralls.
The next two hours are work. Man's work. Making a car sparkle is a bigger job than I'd imagined. However as we work to finish the car, I am constantly reminded of the pretty panties beneath my clothes.
As I squat beside the car, applying wax to the door panel, I can feel the thong's string pulling taut across my crack, applying delicious pressure to my man pussy and cock.
The bulky coveralls hide my stiffening dick well, I believe that you have no idea of what's going on under my hood. ;)
It takes us all of two hours, but the car looks great. I'm wet from the washing, and tired from the waxing, but you are happy with the car and that's all that matters.
"Let's get out of these dirty coveralls and grab a drink," you say, as you reach into the small refidgerator under your work bench.
I hear you pulling down the zipper on your coveralls as you approach me from behind. I let my coveralls fall from my shoulders and down past my ass.
"What's this," you say as my pink panties come into view."You little slut."
"Do you like them?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Look for yourself," you say as you run your hand up my ass cheek, one finger tracing the thin string that is buried in my crack.
Over my shoulder, I see that you have unzipped your coveralls past your groin. You are completely naked underneath and I can see your stiffening cock.