Wet & Waxed

“So can you fix my car or not,” I tried to contain my irritation but it wasn’t working. I’d been in this place for 3 hours and he had yet to give me an update or give me my keys. “Look I’ve been here for what feels like eons. I haven’t eaten and I have shit to do.”

He rolled from under my vehicle, “Watch your mouth. Shit takes time. I’m working on it iight, either sit tight or get your shit towed elsewhere.” The audacity... before I could snatch his greasy ass up he rolled back underneath my car.

“One, I am fucking grown. I can say whatever I want and speak however I please. Two, is that really how you talk to your customers? Like seriously, you run a business and think it’s ok to curse at your customers?” He rolled back from underneath my hood and fixed his mouth to rebut but I lifted my finger, “I’m not done. I’ve been sitting here and sitting here and you have yet to let me know wassup or give me a clue as to how much longer it will take. Not only could you have better customer service, you could have some fucking consideration.”

“Are you done?” Never in my life had I wished for an anvil. Where did Wiley Coyote get all those anvils? In this moment I wanted nothing more than to drop tons and tons of steel on his shiny fucking head. I took a deep breath before I blew a fuse.

“Yes I’m done. Are you? Can you give me a timeframe? Something? Nigga damn.” 

His face changed from mild irritation and amusement to pure fury. He pushed himself fully from underneath my car and shot up. In seconds he was in my face encroaching on my personal space. Fuck he was handsome. Nostrils flared, eyes blazing, lips circled like a lion about to feast. Sweat and oil speckled his chocolate skin making his bald head shine. For a second I thought he was going to snatch my ass up. If only I had my keys I would pepper spray the shit out of him. 

“Aye, check it. I’m not your nigga. I’m nobodies nigga. Before I was suggesting you watch your mouth. Now? I’m fucking telling you. Watch you fucking mouth when you speak to me. You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me. The problem with your car is that it has no fucking oil. You’re a grown ass woman and you can’t get an oil change? Once I put oil in this bitch you can be on your merry fucking way. Take your little bougie ass back inside, your car will be ready in 20 minutes.” He wiped his hands on a rag before turning and walking away.

I realized I wasn’t breathing. I gasped for air with nothing left to stay. Standing there stunned I prepared for a fly to land on my tongue. 

“That’s all you had to say,” his shoulder lifted as he softly chuckled.

He was done with me and I refused to remain planted like an idiot any longer. I went back inside and sat in my seat. He really was fine as hell. I watched as he leaned over my hood pouring oil into my precious Kia. When was the last time I had an oil change? I couldn’t even remember. I needed my ass whipped. Preferably by him. Preferably before he slid his thumb in my ass. 

What the hell was I thinking? I shifted in my seat trying to push the thoughts away. I wasn’t going to sleep with this man. Hell, I didn’t even know this man. If the check engine light hadn’t come on after leaving Target I wouldn’t have been here. 

He pushed through the door with my keys in hand. He nodded toward the register and I rose from my seat to meet him. He took a moment to wash his hands and clean my keys before grabbing my work order. He was considerate even while irritated. Frustration was sexy on him. Very sexy. But I didn’t like that it was aimed at me.

“I’m sorry about earlier. It’s been a long day. I didn’t know about the oil, the light never came on.” He huffed lightly.

“You good.” He handed me my work order with the price and breakdown. He’d charged me little to nothing. 

So I gave him an attitude, called him out of his name, and he still gave me a discount? The man wasn’t flirting but he was begging for my pussy at this point. Calling out. Knocking at my door. Ringing my damn bell.

“Is this right?” I slid my card from my wallet and handed it to him.

“I can tell you don’t have a man,” he laughed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He was fine and all but now he was touching on my business and sliding back on my nerves.

“You in here talking any kind of way to a strange man when you’re alone. Your oil ain’t been changed in over 9 months. Shit dry as fuck. And I can tell it ain’t the only thing that’s been dry.” He’d crossed the line. Anger flared in me so deep my hand was wrapping across his face before I knew it. 

My hand shot to my mouth immediately afterward. What had I just done? I didn’t know this man. I was alone in an auto shop with tools and heavy machinery all around. I wouldn’t be heard and there was a vast supply of weapons. 

Those nostrils flared up again. I tried to grab my keys from his hand. If only I could get ahold of my pepper spray. He grabbed me, pressing my arms to my chest before pulling me into him. His forehead was inches from mine, hot breath falling on my nose. 

My heart was beating out of my chest. Fear gripped me. Was this it? Losing my life all because I couldn’t change my fucking oil on time. I was thinking about what they’d put me in for my funeral when his lips pressed against mine. 

At first I was confused. I didn’t know what to do next. He released my wrists freeing my hands and grabbed my waist holding me to him. At the feel of his hard body I couldn’t help but melt. My mouth opened which gave him access to slide his tongue into my mouth. Sweet.

He sat my keys on the counter before hoisting me against the wall. Between kisses I helped him pull away his shirt and unbuckle his belt. 

“I knew you needed somebody to get it wet.” He gloated as I pushed him away to strip my clothing. 

“Hey. Shut the fuck up and fuck me.” I declared as I kicked my jeans away.

“I’m gonna have to do something about that mouth.” He approached me menacingly.

“Fuck it.” I dropped to my knees before him, mouth open and waiting. He was right. I had needed this. 

I spread eagle on the linoleum. Echoes of me sucking and slurping him surrounded us. While he was a slow worker, he was a good listener. Gripping my face he maneuvered himself in and out of my mouth slick and smooth, never losing his pace. 

 I held his calves enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath my fingers. I was at his will. I couldn’t shake the disappointment when he dragged himself from my mouth. 

“I don’t want to cum yet.”

“I do,” I looked up at him with sincere eyes. He caressed my face before pulling my hair and making me stand.

“I did not expect you.” 

Turning me around he pressed my face into the bay window. Hoisting my leg on a chair he smacked my ass before leaning back and pushing into me. 

“Ahh.” 

He felt good. The length of him was different in my belly. It reached further. It felt heavier. Wider. 

“Oh no, I need you to say more than that. You were talking big shit earlier. Open your mouth.” He grunted, pushing harder. I threw my ass back and let him have it. All of me. His fingers reached forward, clawing my mouth open. All my moans were strangled. All my ecstasy pushed to the back of my throat. It sat thickly. 

He didn’t let up. His onslaught was continuous and consistent. His strokes hit the spots and pressed the buttons along with his rough touch that left stains where it lay. 

I was dripping down my legs. I could feel the wetness between us. He was right. I didn’t have a man and I hadn’t been touched. It was dry and he smelled of rain. 

“Don’t stop coming on my dick. You hear me? Don’t stop.” He shouted as he smacked my ass cheeks, one then the other. 

He was riding me like a jockey on a horse. My back was arched and my legs were trembling.

“Keep making me cum please!” I groaned in desperation. He felt so good. I sucked his fingers that were boycotting my speech. 

“Yeah. You love this dick don’t you?”

“I love it. I need it. Yes.”

“That’s right, talk to me.”  

“I want all of it.” I cried, lifting my ass higher to grant him more access.

“Have it baby. Have it.” He crooned as his chest pressed into my back. 

I reached back and wrapped my hand around his neck searching thirstily for his lips to touch mine. He gladly obliged, pressing into my stomach and sliding his tongue into my mouth. I welcomed it, sucking it in the same fashion as I’d done his delicious dick. When his fingers drifted around my waist and brushed against my clit my body bucked and convulsed. 

Sweet tension spread throughout me. I was coming again, but it was different this time. Sweat seemed to instantly coat my skin and he released my mouth to trail his tongue down my back sending shivers down my spine. His hips swiveled as he danced inside of me, never losing rhythm or pace. My gods he was glorious. My sensitive flesh was ablaze. Every meeting of skin seemed to extend the orgasm that sloshed around in my gut. 

“Ouuuu, it’s pushing me out.” 

My walls were contracting and tightening without cease. I couldn’t stop writhing against his fingers as he pushed me further and further over the edge. My fingers splayed against the glass as I watched my breath fog expand and contract with rolling eyes. My body began to sing. I cried out as the blinding orgasm washed over me in a white light. 

His pace was slow now. Holding me by my stomach he turned us so that he was sitting down. I rested my head against his shoulder as he throbbed inside of me. Kisses down my neck left goosebumps in their wake. I moaned defeatedly as my body beckoned me to move. Without my consent my hips began to move slowly. His sharp intake of breath against my ear inspired a more heated rhythm. A hungry one. Leaning forward I pressed my hands against his hard thighs.

The sounds of my wetness were heady and intoxicating as my ass met his thighs. Hands that were firmly holding my waist now slid over my body kneading and massaging wherever they touched. Wet lips pressed against my back sending a jolt deep into my gut. I wanted him to cum for me.

Leaning forward even more, I slid down his legs to grip his ankles. Spreading my legs wider I rose my ass and twirled my hips before slamming him back into me. Squeezing my walls around him, I rose slowly before repeating the motion again and again until his legs tensed. With just the head tucked inside of my walls I bobbed up and down sucking as I did. I could feel the heat emanating from his arousal. His moans and groans ebbed me on as I slowly worked the thick head of his dick until his hands were gripping my hips like handlebars increasing my speed. 

His breathing let me know he was there. I tightened my walls around him and pushed my pelvis upward using every muscle at my disposal to pull the orgasm from him. Thick fingers sunk into my flesh as he froze in pure pleasure. I kept him there. Slowly I sucked every drop of cum from him with my walls until his dick slid limply from me. 

A cool breeze licked me from lips to lips tickling the sweat coating my body. I wrapped my arms against the strong ones surrounding my abdomen and released a blissful breath. Nothing about my day or our initial encounter had led me to believe I would end up here with my legs spread over this chocolate man’s lap and my pussy dripping seamen and cum onto the linoleum floor. But I wasn’t mad at it.

Silence spread over us. I was too damn tired and satisfied to move and my mouth held no words. None. And I was comfortable. In the arms of a stranger and as naked as the day I was born. 

“Are the doors locked?”

“No.”

“So anyone could walk in?”

He laughed and held me tighter to him. 

“Now you’re worried about someone walking in?”

The irony was not lost on me. After everything we’d just done, someone witnessing us in this particular position was tame. Though the fact that it didn’t occur to me before was unsettling. I’d lost all sense with this man, I knew I’d been a little dick deprived but damn. 

“Well, when you put it like that. It’s just that we’re so exposed.”

He nodded his head. It felt good to have his soft skin rubbing against my cheek. I leaned into it nuzzling into him. His hand slid down my body causing sparks to shoot directly into the core of me. My back arched in anticipation knowing where it was heading, hoping. As I’d wished his hand descended past my pubic mound and slid over my swollen clit. 

“You are very exposed aren’t you.” He whispered against my ear before capturing it between his teeth. I bit my lip to muzzle the moan that tried to escape with urgency. 

His other hand slowly slid up my body. An aching need burned deep in me. Each time his finger flicked my nipple it grew. I squirmed against him grinding against the newfound hardness pressing into my back. 

“And just a few moments ago you were worried about exposure.” He crooned against my ear, grazing it with his teeth before licking my neck.

Could I handle more of him? Right now? My body said yes. Of course she said yes. But with the fog of lust clearing I was having rational dilemmas. Yes, I wanted more. Fuck being able to handle more, I could cum all night. But we were also in his place of business and it was two hours before closing time. 

Clearly I was down for whatever but I also had to think of my reputation as well as his. This was a small town and the very last thing we needed was someone walking in on us and spreading it around. I was a business owner too, and while he may be able to get away with such a scandal, I knew I couldn’t.

Or I could, at least that’s what his two fingers sliding inside of me made me believe. I moved against them, sliding my clit across his palm. This was going to happen again, tonight. 

It took all the power in me to pull his fingers from me and rise to my feet and not just because my legs were weaker than noodles. His confusion was clear on his face. I looked him over as he sat there glistening with sweat. The man was fucking fine. All muscle, no fat. Smooth and sweet chocolate, all the way down to his steel dick that was glazed in my cum. 

I eyed his dick appreciatively. I was extremely thankful. The dick had done what it was supposed to do and was back up again, hard and ready, prepared to give me more. Good, quality dick. I bit my lip thinking about all the places I could put it and how good they all would feel. When my glance traveled back to his face it was amused. 

“I’m gonna lock the door and put up the closed sign cause I don’t think you’re gonna be doing any more business tonight. Or are you?”

He eyed me with a thoughtful gaze as if considering. I knew it was bullshit, he was just as ready to be back inside of me as I was to put him there. His teeth captured his juicy bottom lip and I had to force myself not to lean forward and take it from him. And he could tell. 

“No, no business. Something personal needs my attention.” 

“Personal huh?”

“Oh yes Jasmine, there is nothing businesslike about what I have in mind for you and I.”

It was the first time he’d said my name. For some reason it felt like the first time I’d ever heard it before. As common as the name was the way he said it was different. In that moment standing nude before him there was nothing I wanted more than for him to say my name over and over. Well other than his dick. 

“You should probably close the garage too.”

I had more to say but none of it mattered until that door was locked. I wouldn’t touch him again or let him touch me until we were sealed in here together with no possibility of interruption. 

I turned to go lock the door and was overly aware of him standing and leaving the room to shut the garage gate. His presence no longer weighed on me but I could feel he was near. I turned the lock on the door and turned the sign to closed. When I finally shut off the lights it were as if the last seal had been fastened in place.

Body filled with excitement, I cautiously stepped into the shop. The space wasn’t huge but it was big for one man to run alone. Carefully dodging grease and oil I decided to take a look around. For the first time I took in the cars that filled the place. Some were clearly customers but there were others that felt like him. 

Old schools with rusted bodies or resting on cinder blocks were huddled in the corner. I didn’t really know their makes, I didn’t know cars but I could tell they were classics. There were 4 of them, one covered in a cloth. I wanted to lift it but didn’t want to be intrusive. I turned my head in search of him but he wasn’t there. My eyes landed on an office in the far corner. Blinds covered the windows obstructing my view but it was the only other place he could be. 

The shop was fairly tidy. Other than some oil spots here or there I no longer fretted over my bare feet navigating through an auto shop. I thought about knocking on the door but I’d just had his dick in my mouth after a long day of work I’m sure. Luckily his balls weren’t sweaty or musty. Clearly this was a divine meeting, but I felt like it gave me some allowances. Still I opened the door slowly and let it fall open before pushing my way in. 

“I was wondering what was taking you so long.” He sat before me on a brown leather couch, hands resting behind his head.

“Well you didn’t exactly let me know where to find you Carlos.” 

“And you found me anyway.” He said with a smirk. 

“You have a lot of cars.”

“I do.” He said with an amused nod.

“And this is a big shop.”

“It is.” He replied, shooting me a smile so sexy my thighs pressed together.

“You run it by yourself?”

He gave me that quizzical look again. His eyes blazed up my body as I leaned against the doorframe.

“Why are you over there?”

I considered my answer. Should I tell him I can’t sit by him and ask these questions because I’ll never get the chance? That my body was so horny for him that I was standing there squeezing my thighs together to satiate the hunger? Why not?

“Because if I go anywhere near you I’m going to fill myself with you.” I stated candidly. 

“I didn’t think that was a problem.” He replied cockily. 

“Just answer my question.” 

“There goes that mouth again. It flares up when you need that dick in your back,” his hand encircled his dick and slid down the shaft. My mouth watered as his hips thrust into his palm in the same fashion he’d done me when I sat atop him. “I like it better when you’re polite and sweet. When you’re shaking on top of me and can’t stop squirming.”

“I don’t have one night stands.” I blurted out with eyes trained on his dick. It was truly a nonissue, we’d already fucked but I wanted more than just tonight and I didn’t know how to say it. 

“I don’t either.” He responded. I burned deeply watching as he pleased himself before me. My eyes met his in search of the truth.

“I don’t believe you.” I challenged hotly. The man was finer than all outdoors and had good dick too!? I just knew he was dropping it off like the milkman. Women had to be throwing themselves at him, look at me. 

“I don’t care.” He stated matter of factly with a shrug. 

I took a breath before taking a seat in his computer chair. My legs couldn’t hold any longer, I wanted to fall to my knees and crawl to him. My eyes leveled on him and I resumed watching the show.

“What if I want to know you Carlos?” I asked, holding my breath just in case the sex wasn’t as soul shattering to him as it was to me. 

There was that look again. At first glance you’d never assume the man was so contemplative. His body shuddered from pleasure and my back arched involuntarily. My legs spread as my bud pressed into the seat of the chair. 

“Touch it.” His eyes rested on my pussy then on my face.

“Now who’s being demanding?” 

“I can see how badly you want it baby. Your body can’t stay still. I can’t stand it. Either touch it, or I’ll come do it for you.”

Truth and sincerity rang through every word and showed on his face. His pleasure was killing me and my desire was choking him. I knew that if I didn’t please myself, he would. 

With my eyes on his I leaned back and slid my fingers into my mouth. I twisted my tongue around them and imagined they were him. Removing them, I slid them slowly between my silky folds. A sharp hiss slipped through pursed lips as warm skin met the sensitive flesh. His eyes were ablaze with lust, approval, need, and excitement.  

“That feels better doesn’t it.” He asked in a husky voice that hinted at his yearning for me. 

“Yes.” I moaned as my fingers flicked my clit back and forth. 

The aching I felt before was finally easing away. My hips began to move too, working with my hand to keep pace with the fire coursing through my veins. It felt so fucking good and having him watch me as I watched him made it so much fucking better.

“I want to know you too. Not just tonight. This isn’t a regular occurrence for me and I’m happy to hear that it isn’t for you either. I wasn’t thinking with my most rational head earlier.”

I couldn’t form full sentences but I could nod. He watched me riding my palm vigorously for a moment before continuing. His tongue slipped over his lip and I had never been more jealous of a tongue. 

“I run the shop alone. My father left it to me when he passed. The cars too. Except the Chevy, that’s my baby. I have a few guys who come in and work sometimes to make some money but usually it’s just me. I’m single, never been married. No kids that I know of. And my favorite color is red.”

To my disappointment he released his dick. He smiled when he noticed the pout on my face at no longer being able to witness his pleasure. Sliding to the edge of the couch he looked directly into my eyes and oddly it turned me on even more than his earlier performance had. 

“Now I’d like to think I answered any and all questions you may have. If not, we can discuss it over dinner, preferably within the next few days. I don’t know how long I can be away from you. And you can answer all mine then too. But right now, I really want to put that pussy in my mouth. If you agree, of course.” 

If I agree, psshhh. Just because I couldn’t form coherent words doesn’t mean I hadn’t heard everything he’d said. Believe it or not I was in complete agreement. And a large part of me was happy to know that he was shook by this encounter as well. I still wasn’t sure if it was love or lust but either way, it wasn’t something I was going to give up easily. 

“Can we go to the car? I wanna ride your dick while I hold the steering wheel.” I managed between thick moans and gasps. 

He smiled that sexy ass smile again before standing up. What an impressive sight. 

“We can do that. But first, I wanna show you something.” 

He crossed the space between us and stood before me. The way he looked down at me, appraising me and loving everywhere his eyes landed intoxicated me. I wanted that look to remain on his face forever. In awe. I leaned back in the chair and removed my hands so he could do as he pleased with me. 

“So what exactly do you want to show me?” I asked, finally able to form words fully. 

He kneeled before me and pulled my body down so that my back was against the seat of the chair. He laughed at my alarmed expression as he pressed my legs into my chest before burying his face in my pussy. I cried out and shook as the delicious feeling spread throughout my body. All I could see was blackness as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.