Anything He wants

CAR TROUBLE

Last Saturday was a scorcher. It was one of the hottest days of the summer and I’d spent the entire day at McCormin’s Garage with a raging hard on. I was at McCormin’s because I was trying to get together enough money to put the final touches on the Challenger. I had a raging hard on because the boss’s young wife spent the day prancing around in her fashionably short “Daisy Dukes” and looking like she wanted nothing but a good fuck.

Jessie had married my boss, Chet McCormin, only a couple months earlier. In our small town, Chet was as close to a sugar daddy as anyone was going to find and Jessie had latched onto him about two weeks after her 18th birthday. She’d spent all of last summer riding her bike by the garage in nothing but a bikini top and short shorts. Then she’d hung out in the convenience store all fall in the tightest of jeans and tummy baring sweaters. In the winter she kept the temperature high and before the bikini tops came back out, her and ol’ Chet were married.

Now Jessie was getting her entertainment by teasing all the guys in the shop. Me especially, because I blushed furiously every time my cock grew hard in my pants as her unconstrained tits bounced around inside those tiny little white tank tops she wore.

But this isn’t about Jessie. This is about the girl with the car trouble that I found on the side of the road.

You see, there was this beach about 45 minutes out of town that all the kids from the city college went to in the summer. The city was about two hours to the east of our piss ass little town and the college kids always kicked up a big fuss when they passed through on their way to the beach. They’d mock the locals as they drove through town but no one paid them too much attention. They were just spoiled brats.

I probably wouldn’t even have looked twice at a car sitting on the side of the road after spending eleven hours at McCormin’s any other day, but two things caught my eye. For one, it wasn’t just any car at the side of the road. It was a 1969, white, convertible Jaguar. I’d always wanted to get my hands on one of those. The other thing that caught my eye was what was in the Jag. This hot blonde bombshell was sitting on the back seats. Her back was arched like she was still sitting on the beach and her perfect, barely concealed breasts gave Jessie’s pair a real run for the money. Pulling over was not an option.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hi there. Need a hand?”

Oh, yes. My car just stopped and my major is Science, not Mechanics.”

“Well, I guess you’re in luck then because my major is Mechanics.” I thought I was being pretty quick witted.

I popped the hood and even though I’d never been under the hood of a Jag before I could tell this wasn’t a big deal. I only needed a few minutes to get this engine purring again. I jumped when the girl spoke up beside me.

“Looks like you know what you’re doing under there.”

I tried not to look at her as I continued to tinker with mechanics I’d already fixed. I knew if I looked at her I’d be hard in a second and Jessie had already done a fine job of giving me a good case of blue balls today.

“Ummm ya. I reckon I know my way around under any hood.” Then I realized how that sounded and I hoped she wouldn’t freak out.

“Really? Well, I have some equipment under another hood that needs a good working over. Maybe you should give me your card.”

She was standing so close to me I could feel the heat from her sun soaked skin. I couldn’t resist a peek at her long lean legs beside me. Big mistake. Instant dick ache. It was going to take some serious draining tonight to ease this pain.

The car was fixed and I needed to get away from this little cock tease as soon as possible so I said, “Go start your engine. It should be fine.”

“How will I ever thank you?”

I wasn’t normally this brave with a chick as hot as this one but I figured, what the hell. No pain, no gain and I was in a lot of pain. So, I

pulled a McCormin’s card out of my back pocket and a pen from my shirt pocket and began to write my home number on the back.

“Well honey, if you really need someone to get under that hood and you’re still in town, give me a call and I’ll see what I can do about making that motor purr.”

She thanked me and roared away.

I wasn’t really expecting this girl to call, so by 11 PM I was stretched out in front of the television on the couch watching a couple of chicks fooling around together. My dick was in my right hand and I was stoking nice and slow. I’d already come once since I got home and as I shot my first load I imagined it landing all over Jessie’s pretty round buns as she leaned over the counter, casually flirting with the boys in the convenience store. This time I wanted to take my time and I was thinking about the Jag girl.

She was likely back at the college by now, sucking off her boyfriend in the back of that Jag.

Just then the phone rang. Could it be her? Twice it rang. Now way. Three times. I grabbed the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hi. It’s me.”

I was pretty sure it was the Jag girl but not positive.

“Listen, my car died again and I don’t know anyone around here that could fix it. Could you come and take a look under my hood?” “Where are you?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m just about a half hour down route 43. Could you come? I’m freezing my ass off.”

“Sure. I’ll be there soon.”

“Wait! I pulled in behind some bushes just past the Super 8 billboard before she totally died. I didn’t think it was a good idea to be sitting right out in the open. Do you think you can find me?”

“Yep. I know just where you mean.”

I was gone and headed off down the high way in about 30 seconds. She didn’t know of course, but she was only about 10 minutes from where I lived. I wondered if it was really the hood of the Jag she wanted me under or if it was another hood. As much as I loved to play with a nice car, I was really hoping for a chance to tinker with her motor.

When I finally reached the spot I thought that she was supposed to be at, I didn’t see anything. I pulled over to the side of the road and looked around for her car lights. You left your car lights on when you had car trouble right? Unless…