It all started at work on a cold winter day in Texas. I was working at a small junkyard where we often did minor repairs, on this day I was pulling out a transmission. I was greasy from head to toe, I never minded getting dirty, I was more worried about getting the job done right the first time. My boss had left to run an errand and I was the only one running the place that day. A truck pulls up and the man inside looked at me in amazement, who'd have thought a petite young white girl would be working on trucks, (covered in grease) in an old black mans shop...
The first thing he said to me was, "Who the hell are you?"
I said, "Lisa, who the hell are you?"
He was tall, black, had a cocky attitude and not nearly as young as me. My first thought was, oh great, another one...not that I'm conceded, I'd much rather be left alone. I like to keep to myself for the most part and though I know that it's not everyday a man sees a young pretty woman working on a car it's still hard for me to be subjected to the attention.
He looked me up and down before saying a word. Finally he said, "I'm Scott, is Larry around?" I told him he wasn't that he was expected back shortly.
Scott started asking me a lot of questions, how did I know Larry, how long have I worked there, what I know about cars...I tried to get out of the conversation nicely and got back to work. He watched me for a minute and then left and I thought that was the end of it...little did I know! About 15 minutes later he pulled back up, this time with a Dr. Pepper for each of us. What was this man doing?
I decided to take a break and see what he wanted. We talked for a while about random things, cars, motorcycles, kids, our town and where'd we'd both come from. I could tell he was very interested in me which I found strange. I don't have a lot of confidence in myself over the last few years. I looked at Scott and realized that he wasn't bad looking, I'd never been with a black man before and he had a great smile and muscular arms. Something about him really turned me on!
I don't know what got into me, I mean, I'm normally shy and like to take my time about things. I was raised to stay away from black men, older men, men I didn't know and for the 27 years before I always did, never even thought about it. This man although almost 20 years older than me just made my inside flutter. I wanted him and I wanted him right here, right now.
I asked Scott to help me lift up a heavy wheel in the back of the shop, he followed me back there and looked around...no wheel, just an old ford truck in the middle of being rebuilt. He asked me where the wheel was, I told him, "Sorry, Larry must have already moved it." He started to go back to the front of the shop, I grabbed the back of his belt and pulled him towards me, he turned around and gave me this strange look. I must have been bright red with embarrassment but I didn't care. I pulled him hard against me and felt him immediately get hard. I rubbed myself against him and felt his bulge grow larger in his jeans. He let out a low groan and I knew I had him.
