Kathryn walked into the repair shop after parking her car in the bay. Her blue sedan has needed a paint job for a while, and she was glad her appointment had finally arrived. She was a little early, true, but the shop was open and the bay empty so she assumed no one would mind. She walked through the front door, the bell jangling merrily.
Kathryn was a short, heavyset woman in her early thirties. She was dressed for work, in a sharp gray skirted suit. The skirt was A-line, flattering her larger shape, with a nice fitted blazer that accentuated her hourglass shape. She was wearing sensible dark navy pumps with a fairly low heel. Her blond hair was in a knot at the back of her head, and behind the glasses she wore her eyes were a sky-blue.
No one was behind the desk. After waiting a few minutes, she decided to poke her head into the main workshop area, separated from the bay area by a partition wall.
"Hello?" she called out. She had to speak loudly over the music blaring. There was no response, so she walked into the room and around the large, black truck parked in the shop, and spotted a man elbow-deep under the hood. He spotted her, looking surprised, and stood up.
He was short as well, just a few inches taller than her. He was dressed in a blue worksuit, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his impressive biceps. His dark hair was in a stylish faux hawk, spiked in the center, and he had piercing green eyes. Around the edge of his eyes were 3 blue star tattoos. The whole effect threw her off balance. He was gorgeous!
The man lowered the radio volume and began wiping his grease-streaked hands on a towel.
He walked over to Kathryn and reached out his now ungreased hand to shake hers.
"My apologies ma'am, I thought no one would be showing up until 9:30. I must have misread the appointment book."
Kathryn blushed. "Er, no, actually, I'm early," she said. "I'm your 9:30, Kathryn." I know it's only quarter of, I got out of my meeting early and I figured I'd just drive down." Kathryn felt her heart beating almost unnaturally loud. He was so handsome.
"Ah," he said. "Well, I can get started, of course, but my assistant won't be here until 9:30 so it will be a somewhat slow process until then."
"It's fine," Kathryn said. "Really, I'm very early. I can go get a cup of coffee until then."
"No need," the man said. "I have plenty of coffee here, you're welcome to sit with me."
"Oh, I don't want to be a bother," Kathryn said.
"It's no bother," he said, and poured her a cup. "Cream and sugar?"
"Please," she responded. She decided it would be much more enjoyable to spend the time with such an attractive man.
He handed her a mug, and she thanked him. She took a sip of her coffee and the man went back under the truck hood.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Gary," he replied.
"What are you working on?"
"Oh, just messing with my truck engine," Gary said. "I bought this as a junker and I've almost got it running the way I want."
She looked at the truck. It hardly looked like a junker to her. The paint looked brand new, a testament to the good job they must do on detailing. She told him as much, and Gary chuckled.
"The benefits of working on one's own vehicles," he said. "I've replaced the interior, and just finished pulling out the old engine and putting in this diesel one. That way it won't be bad on gas."
Kathryn sipped her coffee again. She was impressed with his technical know-how. She could check her oil, and change a tire. But her car knowledge pretty much stopped there. She told him as much.
"It's a beautiful machine," she said.
"Maybe you'd like to take a ride?" he asked, his torso still buried in the hood.
Kathryn smiled. "But I barely know you," she said.
"Well, that can change quickly," he responded. "Can you hand me that wrench I left on the stool?"
Kathryn looked over and saw it. She grabbed it and handed it to him. He looked up at her as she handed it to him, and he smiled. His teeth were pearly-white, and his smile was dazzling. Her heart skipped a beat.
Maybe it would be fun to take a ride in his truck. He was a stranger to her for now...but it didn't need to stay that way. In some ways it would be daring. Dangerous. A strange man she just met! It was an exciting thought. She laughed at herself a little, but didn't answer.
He pulled his head out and looked at her. "Well?" he asked.
"I...don't know," she answered lamely.
"C'mon, let's give her a spin," Gary said. "I'm done replacing this and I'd like to test her out." He walked over to the passenger door, opening it up. He smiled at her.
Wait, he meant NOW? Kathryn was nervous, but didn't want to be rude. She walked over and looked up. The truck was a beast, how could she get in? She grasped the handle to hoist herself up. Just as she was getting into the seat, she felt his hand on her backside!
She jumped right into the seat, startled. Before she could say anything, he shut her door and walked around the truck to his side and got in. She knew it was probably innocent, he was just steadying her...right?
Gary put the keys in the ignition and turned them. He frowned. The truck didn't start...in fact, it didn't make any noise at all.
"I wonder if I didn't connect the wires," he muttered. He tried again.
"Hmm," he said. "Well, I guess we're stuck here." He turned and looked at Kathryn, who was gripping the edges of her seat. "Nervous?" he asked, with a smile
"No...yes," she said. "I'm sorry, I just feel a little uncomfortable."
"That's a shame," he said, still smiling. "Maybe you'd be more comfortable in the backseat?"
Kathryn's eyes widened a bit. "What?" she asked, quietly
"I said," Gary began, slowly, "Maybe you'd be more comfortable in the backseat?"
Kathryn felt the hairs on the back of her neck prick up. This wasn't right. She was getting a really weird vibe off of Gary all of a sudden. He was leaning towards her, and the look on his face...before it had been friendly, now it looked almost predatory.
She had no intentions of being his prey. She reached for the door handle, and pulled. But nothing happened. She pulled again, and nothing. She was trapped.
She felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins. This was bad. She fought to maintain her composure as she looked at Gary.
"I think the door is broken," she said, quieter than she meant to.
"No, it's working like it should," Gary replied, just as quiet.
Kathryn stared at him, her hand still on the handle, pushing against the door. Gary started to move closer to her. She shrank back against her seat, trying to put distance between them, but it wasn't working. He was moving slowly, closer and closer, until his face was barely a foot from hers.
"You're a beautiful woman," he said. Kathryn didn't respond. She felt frozen in place, like a bunny rabbit cornered by a lynx. Gary reached up and stroked her face, temple to chin. She shuddered and couldn't stop herself from letting out a gasp. His touch felt electric.
"I've never been with a woman like you before," he said quietly, looking over her body. His hand reached down and grabbed one of her large ass cheeks. Kathryn didn't react, still staring at him. Gary climbed into the backseat, and patted the spot next to him.
Kathryn bolted, throwing herself across the truck to the driver's side door. Surely that one opened. She could get to her car, lock the doors, and get away. She felt the door handle. She was going to make it.
Sudden, horrible pain struck as she felt her hair grabbed. Gary had seized the messy knot she had tied her hair into, gripping it firmly and yanking her backwards! Tears sprang to her eyes, blinding her. She felt herself roughly pulled into the backseat, the warmth of Gary straddling her. She blinked, trying to clear her eyes. She was looking up at him, her back against the seat and her legs propped up on the center console. She reached up to shove him off, but he simply knocked her hands aside and grabbed her breasts, each of his hands totally enveloping each of her mounds.