The sun was straight up on the July afternoon, and the temperature was soaring past ninety. Ethan was in the shade of the garage, although it wasn't much cooler, working on his red 1966 Pontiac GTO. Two weeks ago he bought replacement parts for a good tune up and finally found free time to get started.
The sunlight streaming down was so bright he had to squint to look out to the street. The neighborhood kids were playing street hockey in front of his house. Down the sidewalk two little girls were selling lemonade from a small stand. He waved to the older couple from next door as they walked by with their collie on a leash.
He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, a pair of slip on shoes, no socks, and his hands and shirt and face were smeared with dirty black grease. He wore a pair of ancient leather work gloves to protect his knuckles, since he inevitably scraped them when he was working. The last spark plug on the driver's side, the one he had fouled tow weeks ago, was giving him problems. He was having difficulty getting it out, and this probably had something to do with how it had fouled. He prayed that he hadn't stripped the threads when he put it in originally. Sweat was dripping down his forehead into his eyes and he got fed up and yanked off his shirt.
He was bent over the fender and never heard Pam enter the garage. Pam came through the back door and quietly sat on the stool against the wall to watch him work and see the hard muscles of his body. She liked the sight of his ass in those shorts when he was bent over the side of that sexy red car. She peeked down and could just see the tip of his penis hanging down the leg of his shorts.
Silently, she snuck up behind him and reached out and touched his ass. He felt something tickling the inside of his thigh. Her fingers slid up his thigh toward his crotch and his penis quickly grew hard, just as she wanted. Ethan quickly turned around. Pam was wearing a black miniskirt and a black tank top, and his eyes rolled all the way up the side of her legs. The shorts he wore hardly held back his growing penis, and almost the whole length hung out the leg hole. She wrapped her hands around it.
"This is what I was looking for," she said, licking her lips.
"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me," he sighed.
She stroked it back and forth as it grew fully erect, and Ethan steadied himself on the fender of the car. She smiled a slow smile that made her thick bottom lip seem to pout with mischief. She moved close to him and he could felt the heat from her body. Did she blush? She lowered her eyes and they were as sensuous as her hair.
"You don't feel scared to me."
She had thick, sandy blonde hair and huge green eyes with flecks of autumn colors floating in them. There was an animal quality about her. The skimpy aquamarine tank top enhanced her full, round breasts, and her hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton fabric. The swell of her breasts threatened to tear the cloth apart.
She licked her full, sensuous bottom lip with her tongue. He could almost feel that tongue on his cock. She had thick, red lips, the kind that look so sexy wrapped around a cock. She had a way of looking at him that made him feel that she knew all his secrets. She laughed a deep, throaty laugh. He wanted to feel her.
Ethan looked out the open garage door.
"Someone might see us," he whispered, as if he was afraid he would be heard if he spoke too loudly.
"I know."
"Are you hoping somebody does?"
"I think so."
She carelessly rubbed her hand over her tits, making the nipples stand up. She brushed against him again and he looked at the most beautiful ass he had ever seen. She turned and the way her breasts jutted out in front accented her tiny waist and her proud, little ass.
"I'm bored," she said, pulling her shirt up over her tits.
"How can you be bored?"
"There's nothing to do. I just want to go to bed with you."
She straddled his cock with her legs and plunged her tongue into his mouth. He forced her beautiful mouth open with his tongue. He twisted his fingers in her hair and used it like a leash to hold her face to his. His cock slid back and forth across the crotch of her panties as she moved her hips in and out.
"I've got to get this work done, or I won't have a car," he said.
Pam thought for a second.
"Maybe we'll have a little time for something else?" she asked in her sultry voice.
"Like what?" Ethan asked.
"Like ... you know," she said.
"What do you have in mind?"
She softly said, "Fucking," and slid her hand down his sweaty back into his shorts.
"As soon as I get done, do you want to go with me for a test drive?"
"Yeah."
"Give me about ten more minutes."
Pam pulled away from him and sat on the stool again. Ethan, blushing from the embarrassment of having his erect cock hanging out of his shorts where anyone could see it, pulled the bottom of his shorts down to try to cover it. Pam giggled.
It took him only a few more minutes to finish the difficult job with the spark plug. He shut the engine cover and turned to Pam, who was sitting with her legs crossed.
"All done," he said. "Get in."
Pam jumped up and raced around to the passenger side. He climbed in the driver's side and started the engine. It fired on the first turn of the key and roared to life. Pam trembled. The sensation of the car gave her shivers down her spine. The sound of the engine and the raw sensuality of how fast the car could go turned her on tremendously.
Ethan rolled the car to the street, and she got the sense that he could barely contain its incredible power. As they were gradually accelerating down the road, he eased the throttle open until the engine was screaming and the car's full power became obvious. Trees flashed by on both sides of them and the wind rushed in through the open windows like they were in the middle of a fierce hurricane.
Pam clung to the door handle for dear life, but the speed and the deafening roar of the engine thrilled her. She could only tear her eyes off the road for a quick glance at the speedometer, and she just saw that the needle was well over a hundred miles per hour.
Ethan began to slow down and suddenly they were at the train crossing, and Pam was surprised. She knew the crossing was a couple of miles from the house, but it only took them a few seconds to get there. How fast were we going?
Sitting in the passenger's seat beside him, Pam moved her beautiful bare legs back and forth. She knew what she wanted and couldn't wait until they got where he was going. She groped for his lap and touched the bulge in his jeans. He pushed her hand over the belt and down inside, where her cool fingers touch his cock. She squeezed.
"Wait. Fuck me in the mouth," she whispered in a throaty voice.
She bent over his lap. With quick, light fingers, she unbuckled the belt, unsnapped the button, and unzipped the fly. All he did was raise his hips off the seat so she could pull his jeans down.
