mouth.
As if we’d been given a signal, we lowered out bodies until we were lying down.
My pussy was yearning for action. It was crying out to the rest of my body and needed satisfying. I was hungry for him and desperate to have him inside me.
He removed my panties in such a way that I barely felt them against my legs. I lay back and spread myself for him. He put his cock inside me and I came immediately, the shudders and delight making me laugh out loud.
It wasn’t the only orgasm I had that night. He teased my insides with gentle thrusts and made love to me like a prince.
I lay there, my fingers playing in the grass and getting wet in the dew of the early morning.
When I looked around, the daisies looked like stars fallen from the sky and the dew sparkled like diamonds scattered on a green carpet.
E is for Eric
E ric fixes my car.
He’s got those dark Mediterranean good looks and an Italian accent to die for.
When I take the car in, I always make a special effort when I’m dressing. My tops are always tight and I rarely wear a bra. I either put on a short skirt or the tightest of my jeans.
He always comments on my looks. Whatever he says, he makes my knees weak.
He always wears his overalls when he’s working. I like it best when he’s under a car when I get there. I get to look at his legs and imagine what’s at the top of them.
When I ring the bell, he slides out on his little trolley and his face beams at me with his smile.
The first thing he does when he’s up is to unzip his overalls. He takes the zipper right down to bottom and takes his time coming over.
He knows I’m looking. What woman wouldn’t?
His stomach is tanned and perfectly tight. The muscles are defined as clearly as if they’d been sculpted from stone. Down the middle runs the thinnest line of black hair. It runs over his tiny belly button and down to his shorts. Sometimes there are grease stains over his torso.
If it’s very hot in the workshop, he slips the whole of the top half of his overalls off.
OMG!
His body is one of the wonders of the world. Of the universe even.
He’s not a big guy, but he feels enormous when he gets in close. He’s lean and shaped like an athlete. When he lifts his arms to wipe his brow, the air fills with the odour of his manhood. It’s a sweet and sour scent that arouses my sex. I imagine reaching over and touching the mess of hair in his armpit, pulling it gently and reeling him in towards me.
I always book my car in for work in the summer. It makes sense, no?
Nothing’s ever happened. Not in real life. But when I’m horny or when Simon is working away on those letters of his, what I imagine is this.
It’s just another hot day in the garage. I go in and Eric slips out from under the car he’s working on. It’s not any old car. It’s a fiery red Ferrari with a long bonnet and a hungry engine. He comes over and slips off his overalls just like I’ve described.
I don’t hold back. Instead, I reach forward and lay my fingers on his chest. I trace circles around his perfect nipples and then stroke his stomach. I feel the rock hard muscles and push against them.
“What are you doing?” he asks in that accent of his.
“You look like you need a looking over yourself. Why not let me give you a service you won’t be forgetting any time soon? Come on. Let me see what you’ve got under the hood.”
“But you’re married. Your husband...” I don’t let him finish. I push him in the chest all the way back to the car. His legs are blocked by the Ferrari. I keep pushing.
“Oh no. Not here. What about the paintwork?”
I don’t take no for an answer. I push him all the way back. “You’ll just have to lie still, won’t you Eric.”
When he’s lying down, I kneed before him. I grab the overalls and pull them down around his ankles.
He may have been protesting about what I was doing, but the bulge in his briefs tells a different story. His cock is pushing so hard at the
As if we’d been given a signal, we lowered out bodies until we were lying down.
My pussy was yearning for action. It was crying out to the rest of my body and needed satisfying. I was hungry for him and desperate to have him inside me.
He removed my panties in such a way that I barely felt them against my legs. I lay back and spread myself for him. He put his cock inside me and I came immediately, the shudders and delight making me laugh out loud.
It wasn’t the only orgasm I had that night. He teased my insides with gentle thrusts and made love to me like a prince.
I lay there, my fingers playing in the grass and getting wet in the dew of the early morning.
When I looked around, the daisies looked like stars fallen from the sky and the dew sparkled like diamonds scattered on a green carpet.
E is for Eric
E ric fixes my car.
He’s got those dark Mediterranean good looks and an Italian accent to die for.
When I take the car in, I always make a special effort when I’m dressing. My tops are always tight and I rarely wear a bra. I either put on a short skirt or the tightest of my jeans.
He always comments on my looks. Whatever he says, he makes my knees weak.
He always wears his overalls when he’s working. I like it best when he’s under a car when I get there. I get to look at his legs and imagine what’s at the top of them.
When I ring the bell, he slides out on his little trolley and his face beams at me with his smile.
The first thing he does when he’s up is to unzip his overalls. He takes the zipper right down to bottom and takes his time coming over.
He knows I’m looking. What woman wouldn’t?
His stomach is tanned and perfectly tight. The muscles are defined as clearly as if they’d been sculpted from stone. Down the middle runs the thinnest line of black hair. It runs over his tiny belly button and down to his shorts. Sometimes there are grease stains over his torso.
If it’s very hot in the workshop, he slips the whole of the top half of his overalls off.
OMG!
His body is one of the wonders of the world. Of the universe even.
He’s not a big guy, but he feels enormous when he gets in close. He’s lean and shaped like an athlete. When he lifts his arms to wipe his brow, the air fills with the odour of his manhood. It’s a sweet and sour scent that arouses my sex. I imagine reaching over and touching the mess of hair in his armpit, pulling it gently and reeling him in towards me.
I always book my car in for work in the summer. It makes sense, no?
Nothing’s ever happened. Not in real life. But when I’m horny or when Simon is working away on those letters of his, what I imagine is this.
It’s just another hot day in the garage. I go in and Eric slips out from under the car he’s working on. It’s not any old car. It’s a fiery red Ferrari with a long bonnet and a hungry engine. He comes over and slips off his overalls just like I’ve described.
I don’t hold back. Instead, I reach forward and lay my fingers on his chest. I trace circles around his perfect nipples and then stroke his stomach. I feel the rock hard muscles and push against them.
“What are you doing?” he asks in that accent of his.
“You look like you need a looking over yourself. Why not let me give you a service you won’t be forgetting any time soon? Come on. Let me see what you’ve got under the hood.”
“But you’re married. Your husband...” I don’t let him finish. I push him in the chest all the way back to the car. His legs are blocked by the Ferrari. I keep pushing.
“Oh no. Not here. What about the paintwork?”
I don’t take no for an answer. I push him all the way back. “You’ll just have to lie still, won’t you Eric.”
When he’s lying down, I kneed before him. I grab the overalls and pull them down around his ankles.
He may have been protesting about what I was doing, but the bulge in his briefs tells a different story. His cock is pushing so hard at the
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