She Didnt Need Fixing

It was a warm, breezy, sunny afternoon. I was working in the shop fixing a small farm tractor and I had a couple other projects on the go for other people as well. One of my customers came in with his wife and her sister to pick up a weed eater he left for me to fix.

"Hey Brian, got my weed eater fixed?" Dale enquired.

"Yep, it's over here" I walked over grabbed the weed eater put it in his truck and he paid me.

"Good Man, hey I want you meet my sister-in-law Denise."

Denise was about 5'2 maybe 130lbs. She wore her shoulder length brown hair tied at the back with her sunglasses on the top of her head. She had on blue jeans, a white tank top, a small necklace, a light greyish sweater with the sleeves pulled up and small gold watch. I would guess she was about 45 years old.

"Hi Denise, I supposed Dale filled you in on all the bad things already?" I joked.

"Well, a little bit, I think he left out a lot though." She giggled.

The three of us talked for a bit and I was drawn towards Denise's easy going, level-headed nature. For most of the conversation it seemed it was Denise and I doing most of the talking.

"Well Ladies, we better get going I have work to do now." Dale announces with a wink.

Denise asked me if it would be ok if she could hang out here for awhile. I told her yeah, I'd drive her home after. Denise talked to her sister and she nodded her head "ok'. Her sister smiled waved back at me as she got into Dale's truck.

After they left, I went back to work on the old McCormick. The tractor was 75 years old and not much wrong with it. It needed a little TLC more than anything. Denise came over asking questions about the tractor and some of other things in the building. I answered her and asked her questions as well.

"So, you married with a dozen kids?" I kidded.

"No, I'm widowed, my husband died 6 years ago from cancer. We never had kids; I didn't want kids. He did though."

"Oh, I'm sorry about your husband are you Okay?"

"Hmm...yeah, I'm ok." Denise looking a bit glum, runs her finger along the edge of the work bench. "So, Brian what are you doing now?" she mused.

"Well, I'm taking the parts off to clean them and then I'll put them back on again."

"How do you clean them?"

"I have a degreaser I pour into an old stove pot and clean them by hand."

"Could I do that?"

"Sure, if you'd like to. It would help a lot."

I went and poured some degreaser in the pot and got her a pair of blue disposable rubber gloves and an old paint brush I use. I put a sheet of plywood over a couple sawhorses. I told her to take the parts I placed on the bench, clean them and dry them off. Then lay them down on the plywood.

Denise took her sweater off, started cleaning parts and we talked about movies, astronomy which surprised me that she's really into and a bunch of other things.

"What do you do for a living Denise?"

"I worked in a small diner until they shut down permanently. I'm using my unemployment insurance right now. I've got awhile yet."

One of my customers drove in.

"Hey Jack, how's it going? I have your mower all finished. Give me a few minutes and I'll get it," I said.

"Brian, I can get if you tell me which one it is?" Denise volunteered.

"You sure?"

"hmm" she muttered.

I pointed out Jack's mower and Denise pushed it over to his truck where she and Jack lifted it into in the back. Jack then asked what he owed. I was heading over to the front workbench when Denise stopped me, "No, I'll look after him. What do I do?"

"Well there's a receipt book on that shelf look him up and that'll be what he owes."

Denise walked over to the bench and picked up the receipt book told him what he owed and collected the money. They chatted for a few minutes.

"Hey Brian, I'm gone thanks!!"

"No problem Jack, take care!"

Denise came back and started cleaning parts again by that time I added a few more. We did this all afternoon. It was the busiest day of people coming and going I've ever had. I was thankful Denise was there.

"Hey Denise, I'm almost done here. Would you like to go for a pizza, maybe a beer?" I smiled.

"Oh, I'd love that, thanks Brian!" Denise says elated.

Denise put her sweater on, while I closed the shop. I pointed to my pickup and she jumped in.

We finished our pizza and had a good time. I'm thinking, Hmm, I think, I love this girl!

"So where do I drop you off?"

She gave me her address and we drove over. I figured this is where we'll go our separate ways.

"Well bye Denise, thanks for all your help today."

Denise reached over, gave me a kiss on the lips and said goodnight. She walked up to her door turned around and waved. I waved back and took off.

The next morning early, I was working in the shop when an old beat up green 97 Ford Escort came rumbling in, I'm thinking if I ever sound like that car take me out back and shoot me please. Denise got out of the car all happy, smiling and waving, she ran up to me put her arms around me "I'm going to spend the whole day with you!"

She ran back to the car just as excited, opened the back door and pulled out a shopping bag and a duffle bag.

"Uh, Denise what are you doing, or do you have any idea?"

"Well, the shopping bag is my clean clothes, this is dinner and lunch for the two of us."

"Can I take this to the house and put it in the fridge?" Denise asked.

I chuckled "Yeah, sure go ahead."

Denise went to the house, came back grabbed a broom and started sweeping the shop floor. My shop is a large steel farm implement building built back in the 70's. The front half of the floor is concrete while the back half is crusher run stone. So, her sweeping took her quite awhile. When she got that done, she puttered around doing what she thought needed to be done. She was a damn good little worker to my amazement.

Finally, after about an hour on the tractor I fired it up. Denise turned around clapped "Hey it works she yelled over the noise."

"Was there any doubt?" I whooped. The little tractor purred like a kitten. I moved the tractor out of the way until the owner can pick it up.

"Hey Brian, what happens now? Do you call the owner?" Denise quizzed.

"Yeah, I'll do that when I get a chance, I got to get to this wagon done right now the guy's been waiting for it for a week. He's starting to get pissed off at me."

"Well, give me the number and I'll call the tractor guy. OK?" Denise insisted.

I walked over to the bench, Denise nestled up against me and wrapped her arm around my waist as we looked at the work order. I slowly rubbed my hand around her back and explained to her what she needed to do. She grabbed the phone on the wall and dialled the number. The guy answered and she talked to him about cost and what was done for a few minutes then she hung up.

"He said he'll be here around 4:00 with his brother."

"Great Job, Denise." I leaned over and gave her a good smooch, then she rubbed her hand up against my crotch which was really starting to get hard.

"Thank you, you make me feel good," Denise's eyes beamed with naughtiness, "I think something's making you feel good too!"

"Oh yeah, you're doing a damn good job at that." I said blushing.

After I got my composure I asked "Hey Denise, silly question. By any chance did you work in a garage before?"

"Yes and no, I wanted to be near my dad, so I learned some of this stuff, but he always made me feel like I didn't belong in the shop. But always gave my brother all the glorious affection. So, I quit, got a job and moved out."

"Wow. That sucks!" as I went back to the wagon. That took me an hour to get that finished. I asked Denise if she wanted to call the guy tell him his wagon's done.

It was around 3:00 when I saw Denise was taking some boxes of parts and stacking them on a shelf. I slowly approached her, put my arms around her and huddled up against her. I gently pulled her hair back and nuzzled her neck.

"What're you doing Brian?" she giggled.

"I don't know, I like to call it "loving You""

Denise turned around a bit surprised, then she stared into my eyes as she gently caressed my cheek with her finger. I brushed her hair away from her eyes," My day has been enchanting, it's been sensational and wonderful because you are in it. Let's work on making this forever!"

Denise felt uneasy, not because she didn't love Brian, she knew what she and him had was right. But she was scared she might be betraying her dead husband. She truly never thought about falling in love again.

Just then a car pulled in. It was a guy wanting to drop off an electric motor. His girlfriend Carol knew right away they interrupted something. She whispered to Denise and she looked back like, yeah you did. Roger handed me his quarter horsepower motor to fix completely oblivious to what was happened. I was slightly miffed. But anyways the moments ruined for now so, better just get on with it. I carried the motor over to the benched looked at it. It was an easy fix. Roger asked how much he owed me, I just said nothing. Don't worry about it.

After they left, Denise and I looked at each other, then she turned around and went back to work and didn't give me an answer.

I looked at some of the stuff that came in the day before when she was here and noticed that Denise put notes on each project and marked them in a book. I don't know where she found the book, but I like her system.

I was sitting on an old shop chair fixing a couple beat up old lawnmowers when Denise came over, she put her arm around my neck, lowered her head down beside my ear and whispered "I love you Brian. Yes, I want us to do this forever." Then she kissed me. I kissed her back and rubbed her arm and smiled. Denise went off to do some work.

I continued to work on the mower and the pile of stuff she had lined up for me to do. It was getting late in the day, well after 5:00 when Denise came over, "Okay Brian, unless that job is a matter of life and death you should quit for the day. I'm not going to allow you to work all night too! I appreciate a man that works but not 24 hours a day. Denise stared commandingly with her arms crossed. Just think, I've avoided this scenario for 52 years.

"Ok, Okay, I 'm done then." She's right though, but I'm wondering when in hell did, she become the boss?

I slid the doors shut for the night; Denise had already gone up to the house to get dinner ready. I thought I'd play a little bit with Bruno my St. Bernard. He loves his belly rubs. He'll lean on you like you were a tree and almost knock you over. Then I headed to the house, by that time Denise had dinner ready. We sat down had dinner, then I helped her with the dishes.

The last rays of the day were shining into the kitchen. Denise turned facing me and with a twinkle in her eye she wondered, "What should we do know?"

"This!" I said in a hushed tone. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her tightly against me and just held her. Slowly I played with her voluptuous breasts then pulled her top up over her head. Denise tugged on my belt releasing the buckle, I could feel her bare fingers as she reached over the fabric to unbutton my pants. The zipper slide down easily for her. My pants then dropped to the floor. She could see the bulge behind my briefs. She put her mouth up to the bulge and lightly nibbled on it. She pushed my pants the rest of the way and I stepped out.

Denise ran both hands back up my legs and stopped only to toy with my balls. My cock was like a wild caged animal wanting to get free.

Denise stood up, unclipped her black laced bra. Her tits had a slight bounce to them. Then while looking at me she unfastened her jeans and they dropped to the ground. She took hold of my briefs and let them fall to the ground. My cock jumped out. She looked at it, then took it into her mouth. She knew how to work it. I was ready to blow within seconds, but I jerked my cock back. Denise knew what she was doing, she had a super big grin on her face. She then pulled her jeans down revealing her tiny pink and white undies. I reached down and grabbed her pussy and played with it through the fabric. Then I pulled her over to the sink, bent her over and slid my 7" pole in her hole. Minutes later she turned around and squatted as I shot my load in her mouth. She grinned at me as she played with a mouth full of my cum. Eventually, she swallowed every drop.

Then she yell's "Last one to the shower eats ass!"

Either way I win!