Hot 6

I was out shopping when I first met him. He was coming into a shop when I was leaving it. I politely nodded my thanks and abruptly realised two things. He was new to the neighbourhood and he was hot.

"Hullo," I said with a smile. "I'm Debbie. Are you new to the neighbourhood? I don't recall seeing you around."

"I'm Tony. Just moved here yesterday and I'm still settling in."

"Uh-huh. Are you working here or attending the college? I'm still at college myself but I'll graduate next year."

"Which do you think?" He asked with a smile.

I assessed him thoughtfully. Big and strong but I didn't think he was a sportsman. He also had a more mature look about him than the students I knew.

"Working," I said decisively. "Probably something manual. A tradesman of some sort."

"I see. Not smart enough for college?" Fortunately he was smiling when he asked.

"Smart enough," I guessed, "but I think you'd prefer to be out doing things rather than studying. You probably went to a trade school."

"Very astute of you. Right on all counts. I'm a mechanic. Just starting a new job on monday."

I nodded and wished him well and we went our separate ways.

About a week later I hopped in my car, turned the key, and listened to it go whir, whir, clunk. Not the sound you wanted to here from your car. I jiggled the key in the lock and tried again. (You never know. It might have been the key.) This time it omitted the whir, whir, and went straight to clunk, clunk.

I thought nasty thoughts at my beautiful car and called my local garage. I was assured that someone would be right out so I leaned against the car and fiddled with my phone while waiting. Five minutes later the local garage's mobile workshop drove up.

"Hey, Joe," I called as he got out of the car. "That was quick. You're not Joe. "

"No. I'm Tony, remember."

"Of course" I remember. "It was just that I was expecting Joe."

"Sorry to disappoint you," he said with a smirk. "Your boyfriend has sold up and retired. I'm the new owner."

Boyfriend? He had to be kidding. Joe was at least seventy.

"I didn't say I was disappointed. If you can get me mobile again I'll be extremely pleased."

"Then if you pop the hood I'll see if I can satisfy you."

An innocuous sentence but Tony made it sound slightly erotic. I popped the hood and Tony started poking around. He called for me to turn the key and the motor clunked again.

He pulled his head out of the motor and wandered over to me.

"Your starting motor is cactus. You need a replacement. It so happens I have one with me. Do you want me to install it?"

I was suspicious. How had he deterrmined that so fast? And he just happened to have a new one with him?

I asked those questions.

"I am a superior mechanic," he said, "and I can read."

I gave him a confused look. What had reading to do with anything? He saw my confusion and explained.

"Joe was a very orderly man. He kept records of all his work, noting potential problems. If you care to check the last service report you got from him you'd have seen the warning that your starter motor was on its last legs and could die at any time. You did read the report, didn't you?"

The glare I gave him told him I hadn't.

"How much is this going to set me back," I asked and was surprised at the cost.

"I thought it would be more than that?" The question was in the tone of my voice.

"Normally it would be but Joe left it for you with a bit of advice. The advice was 'next time listen to your mechanic'. Did he, by any chance, warn you about the starter motor?"

Now that I thought about it I could recall him saying something about a motor but I'd ignored it, not being mechanically inclined. I blushed again and Tony got to work. I was surprised at how fast he was getting it done. He turned the key and the engine started. I won't say it roared to life, but it started with just a minor grumble.

I thanked Tony and asked if anything else was likely to go wrong. He stood back and considered my darling.

"Nothing that a new engine wouldn't fix but if you want to do that I'd recommend getting a new body at the same time."

I defended my little darling and he, damn him, pointedly looked at a couple of minor scratches and dents. OK, so I had a few dents. None of them were major. I pointed that out and he walked around the car, returning to stand next to me.

"None of those are mine," I said quickly. "Careless drivers in carparks do it."

"You do get some bad drivers in car parks," he said non-committedly.

I gave him a nasty look and he just smiled and drove off. He might look hot but his personality needed to improve.

I saw him several times after that at various places and we both flirted a little.

I keep my fitness by jogging. I woke up early on a Sunday. It looked as though it was going to be a hot day so I decided to go jogging before it got to hot. I put on my jogging clothes (Lycra shorts and a short top) and drove to a nearby nature reserve which had several tracks suitable for jogging.

I parked at the entrance, pleased to see there was only one other car. I wasn't going to get jostled on a crowded track. I set off, jogging along easily.

I'm good for a couple of miles jogging. More if pushed, but who wants to overdo it? I'd gone about a mile and was fairly deep in the reserve when another jogger appeared, the first person I'd seen. He was coming towards me so I assumed he'd chosen the other end to the track I was on.

He slowed down as we drew nearer and when I recognised Tony so did I. We came to a stop and it seemed to me he gave me a careful once over and nodded in appreciation. It suddenly registered on me what my jogging outfit looked like. I mean, it's not something I'd wear in public generally but excellent for jogging and getting back in the car. Not so good for jogging and socialising. I could feel myself starting to blush.

My top was abbreviated. It covered my breasts and held them in place, removing the need for a bra. My tummy was bare and then I had my Lycra shorts. Very nice to run in but rather form fitting. Actually, very form fitting, so much so I couldn't wear panties or the panty line would show. I strongly suspected that I was showing what is crudely referred to as a camel-toe. My blush was deepening.

"Morning, Debbie. Go jogging often."

"Often enough," I said.

"Would you satisfy my curiosity?" he asked. "I often see girls in Lycra but I'm damned if I know how they get into anything so tight."

I couldn't help but laugh a little. "They're almost pure elastic. One size fits all. Or nearly all."

"Show me."

I stretched the waist to demonstrate.

"No. I mean like this."

He slipped his thumbs into the waist band on either side and stretched the Lycra out on either side. To my astonishment he didn't stop there, peeling them down a little. Then he paused, looking at me.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Just testing to see if they do come down as easily as you claim."

"I claimed no such thing," I protested. "You asked a question and I answered it."

"And now I'm verifying that your answer is correct."

With that he resumed peeling my shorts down. Even when it was blatantly obvious that I wasn't wearing panties he didn't stop, taking my shorts right down to my ankles.

"You, you,..." I spluttered, hastily covering myself with my hands. "What was that supposed to prove?"

"Three things," he said cheerfully. "One, you were right about how easily they peel off. Two and three I was right in my guesses you weren't wearing panties and you did shave."

I crouched down to pull up my shorts only to have him give me a small push that landed me on my bottom. Then he calmly lifted each of my ankles in turn, taking my shorts right off. He then calmly lifted me back onto my feet.

"Take your top off," he ordered and I promptly refused.

"Ok, then I'll be going," he said, stuffing my shorts in his pocket and turning to walk away.

"Wait! My shorts!"

"Top off first."

He had me cold and we both knew it. No way could I risk him walking away and leaving me half naked. Especially as it would be the wrong half. I peeled off my top, furious. He looked me over, giving me an appreciative nod. Now I was flattered as well as furious, knowing he found me attractive.

"And may I ask just what this has been in aid of?" I asked with a tinge of sarcasm.

"Surely you're not telling me you don't know. Since the first time I saw you I've been meaning to make love to you. Now's the time."

A frisson of excitement ran through me. I'd been wanting the same thing, just not in this manner. Still, that man was hot. I was now extremely excited, my nipples crinkling, heat gathering down below.

"Surely you're not serious."

In answer he reached out and tweaked one of my nipples and I had to bite my tongue to stop a startled squeak. Before I could say anything he moved closer, his hand darting between my legs, stroking and probing. Again it was bite my tongue time.

Then he pushed down his track suit and his intentions loomed large.

"Why don't you tell me if I'm serious? And before you say you don't want to your body has already confessed."

Yeah. I just bet it had. I was feeling the need and needed it now. For all that I couldn't just roll over on command.

"Not happening. Take a hike." I jerked my thumb down the jogging track. To my horror he started off down the track.

"Wait! My clothes!" (Talk about déjà vu. I could have sworn I'd just said that.)

"Is the answer still no?"

So I either agreed or he'd leave me here naked? He wouldn't, would he? Yes, he would. I was sure of it.

"Alright. Just give me my clothes."

He walked towards me, holding out my clothes. As soon as he reached me I reached for them, only to have him drop them and catch my arm, pulling me up against him. The first thing I realised was that he'd been using my clothes to hide the fact that his erection was still out and on full display. Now it was pressed against my tummy, almost searing my skin with the heat of it.

I tried to protest but even I could tell it was false. His hands cradled my bottom and lifted me. Being nervous of heights I raised my legs as soon as my feet were off the ground, wrapping them around Tony's waist. He, being a man, immediately took advantage of this fact.

He lifted me even higher and I could feel the length of his erection dragging against me as I rose higher. Then it passed my mons or, as I was the one moving, my mons passed it and it slipped forward between my legs. Tony held me like that for what seemed like an interminable minute, and then he started lowering me.

I slowly settled down onto his erection, except he hadn't positioned himself correctly and I was going nowhere. Lifted again and lowered again and Tony said something rude. Third time proved to be the charm and when he lowered me this time I could feel his erection probing against the entrance to my passage.

I gave a hiss of relief as by this time I was well and truly ready for him. (He seemed to be a little relieved as well.) He kept hold of my weight, lowering me slowly, but I could feel his intrusion deep into my body. Finally I was there, fully impaled on what felt like a damn sight more cock than I had observed.

He went down onto his knees, tilting me away from him. More protests from me. I didn't want my tender bottom pressing against the rough jogging track, especially with his weight grinding me down onto it. He actually heard that and turned slightly so I finished up lying on the grass on the side of the track. Definitely softer than the track itself.

He lay on top of me, his upper body supported by his arms as he looked down at me. Fair enough. I was looking just as hard at him. His lower body was supported by my thighs, with his cock the connection joining us. I was quite happy to stay like that. It felt incredible.

"Nice as this is," he said, "we really can't stay like this for long. Someone is going to come along."

"Hey, don't blame me," I protested. "You're the one who picked the time and place."

"Whatever," he said. "What's done is done and we need to get a move on."

Not me. I was a helpless victim here. He was the one who had to get a move on. I didn't say it but I guess he realised it as much as me. He relaxed his arms, his body crushing down on me, holding me helpless under him. That done he flexed his hips, pulling out only to return with great vigour.

I was all 'oh yes' and 'go, go, go'. Not that I was saying that aloud. I didn't want him thinking I approved of rape as I was fairly sure that this was rape, not seduction, but that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy it.

He got really busy, no doubt aware of possible interruptions. That was fine by me. I'd been aroused ever since my shorts went down and that arousal had only increased. This might be a fast effort but I was damn sure I was going to climax in short order.

I was right as I went up in flames tout suite, beating him to the punch. Not that that mattered because as soon as my passage clamped around his erection he lost control and I was able to milk him for all he was worth.

We separated and I quickly scrambled into my clothes. (I was still aware that someone might come.) I didn't continue with my jog but turned and headed back to my car. I'd had enough exercise for the morning.

He jogged along next to me. I guess the other car I'd seen when I parked must have been his. He tried to start a conversation but I just said humph and wouldn't reply. (And yes, we passed a bunch of joggers along the way.)

As I drove home I couldn't help but notice he was following me. I felt squirmy inside. Was he going to follow me all the way home? And if he did what did I do when we got there? I had no idea.