Fabiana is Pushed to the Limit
A lovely spring afternoon, I'm in my garage doing an oil change on my car. Classic rock is playing and I'm relishing the simple task. Under the car on my creeper as I tighten the oil drain plug, I hear a soft, sensual female voice say, "Hello?"
I turn my head towards my feet and see another pair of boots. These are far more captivating. Bright red high heels and dark silky stockings.
"Hello!" I respond. "Give me a second!" I slide out from under the car slowly, and as I inch closer, I see more silky legs and the hem of a black and white polka-dot dress. In my excitement, I lift my head a bit too soon and hit it on the rocker panel.
"Ouch! That hurt!" I put my head back on the creeper.
"No! Are you OK?" a beautiful voice asks. I look up to see a stunning vision standing over me. She is wearing a black and white polka-dot dress and has silky legs that are held up by black garters and topped with a tiny pair of black panties.
This exquisite angel seems to realize she's giving me a free show, quickly covers herself and apologizes.
"I'm so sorry!" I exclaim, jumping to my feet and wiping my hands and forehead with a dirty rag. She's stunning from this angle as well. She has long, dark, wavy hair, tied in a scarf that matches her dress. Her dark emerald eyes are lined with smoky grays, and her lips look like they've been kissed by rain.
"What can I help you with?" I inquire.
"Your car is beautiful." She runs a graceful hand over the fender, her long nails a perfect match for the glossy red paint.
"Thanks, do you know anything about cars?"
"A little." She says her name is Fabiana.
Without thinking, I take her hand and tell her mine. I realize I've gotten grease on her hand and apologize.
"It's nothing." She begins to wipe her hand, while I try to rid myself of some of the grime.
"I have a couple more things to finish, but would you like to take a ride?"
"Yes, I'd love that." She says in a beautiful Italian accent.
I motion her to sit on a rolling garage stool and she does so, quietly crossing her shapely legs and observing me. We chat about cars while I pour motor oil and check the coolant. She says she learned about cars from her dad and brother, who she assisted.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"I'm from Italy." She answers.
I know it's her accent that's captivating me, as I've always been a fan of women with accents. I'm done with the tasks and ready to take her for a ride.
"Here, let me help you," I say, opening the door and extending my hand. Her dress rides up a bit, revealing some creamy thigh and a touch of white panties. She's breathtaking in my car.
"Thank you, sir. You're kind." Her accent is delightful to hear. I extract my hand and hurry to the driver's side, starting up my vehicle. It's slower than usual, as I'm careful to ensure she's comfortable. I drive slowly out of the garage and onto the road.
There isn't much traffic in the country, giving us plenty of scenic, winding roads to explore. I take a turn hard, and she grips the door tightly, laughing again as I accelerate out of the curve. At the top of a hill, I stop the car and turn to her.
"Ready?" She asks with a smile. I glance over and she's still laughing, eyes wide with delight. I'm not usually so reckless with my driving, but I can't help myself around this lovely woman.
I hit the gas, pop the clutch, spin the wheels, and take off like a rocket. It occurs to me that it would be nice to see her enjoying the ride, but I can't take my eyes off the road. I peek at her from time to time and she's still grinning. We're having a great time.
After a few miles, I pull over at the top of a hill, and she's still smiling widely.
What a blast! That was so much fun! You really drive well.
"Want to give it a go?"
"Me? I couldn't."
C'mon, I'm certain you'd be great at it. Try it out.
"Alright. I'll give it a shot, but I've never driven a car like this."
You'll do just fine. Her shiney smile makes my heart skip a beat. I'd do anything for this girl.
I step out, walk over to her side, and open the door for her. As she slides out, her dress hikes up tantalizingly, revealing her stunning legs.
"Grazie, signore. You're so generous." She presses her body against mine, giving me a sweet kiss on the cheek. I feel like I've ascended to the heavens. I start to feel dizzy as the blood rushes to my, well, lower regions.
She sashes by me, swaying seductively, and I follow her jiggling hips to the other side of the car. She purposely doesn't try to hide her luscious legs as she snuggles into the driver's seat. I slam the door shut and scoot back to mine.
After buckling my seatbelt, I gaze over at her. She's smirking at me with a naughty glint in her eyes.
"Are you ready for this?"
"I am."
Fabiana revs the engine and then clutches the gear knob. Her hand looks so sexy on the gear knob. I watch her leg flex as she touches the gas with her stylish heel. She presses the clutch, shifts the gear knob into first, revs the engine again, and...stalls out.
"Oh, sorry." Her pout is real cute, even more so than her smile - if that's even possible.
"That's alright. It happens often. Just try it again."
"Grazie, babe." She starts the engine up again and I offer her a little guidance.
"Give her gas as you release the clutch. You'll feel the car pick up and then you can give it more gas."
"I'll try."
This time when she releases the clutch, she floors it and we shoot off like a rocket. She laughs joyfully as we gather speed down the hill. She effortlessly glides through the gears as we weave through the windy country road. Seeing her drive makes me so happy. She goes up to 90, downshifts into corners, and accelerates out of them like she's racing for the checkered flag at Le Mans. This girl knows how to operate a high-speed vehicle.
We drive for an hour, chatting, giggling, flirting, and engaging in harmless banter. I compliment her on how sexy she looks behind the wheel, and she gives me a coy look while pulling her dress up to expose a bit of her black underwear as she manages the pedals. I shift uncomfortably in my seat as my erection causes my clothes to strain. I've never been more aroused by a woman in my life.
Eventually, we pull back into my garage and she switches off the motor. I make my way over to the driver's side to help her out. She stands tall and envelops me in a tight embrace, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a steamy kiss on my cheek. Her lips linger on mine, and it feels like I'm in heaven. She gazes deeply into my eyes.
"Grazie, signore," she whispers. "I've never had more fun."
"I enjoyed it, too, Fabiana. You're an amazing driver and outstanding company."
"Maybe we can have even more fun." She reaches down and strokes my lengthening cock, never taking her eyes off me.
"I'd appreciate that a lot." I kiss her again and this time my hands are all over her. I kiss and lick her neck and ears as she rubs my dick until I'm about to explode. She grabs my hand and leads me to the rolling chair and sits down on it in front of me. She slowly undoes my belt, opens my pants, and removes them. My soaked underwear follows suit.
Fabiana takes my swollen cock in her soft hands and scratches me gently with her long nails before pumping me steadily. She stares up at me hungrily as she extracts cum from the tip. She leans forward and then presses her hot, wet lips to my sensitive member, licking and nibbling on my shaft. I caress her silky hair and stroke her neck and shoulders while she orally stimulates me. Her lipstick marks my sticky shaft. She sucks me deeper into her mouth and moves up and down my tool. I'm about to erupt when she halts and says, "Do you like to drive?"
I struggle to utter a word as she stands steadily on her alluring red heels. With her seductive gaze fixed on me, she raises her dress, loosens her garters, and discards her underwear to the ground. She kicks them away, leans towards the car's fender, lifts her dress to display her flawless heart-shaped rear, and says,
"Push me hard, my love. Drive me hard, my love."
Stepping up behind her, I grip her waist and start to delicately enter her snug, fleshy crevice. She is lubricated with desire and moans ecstatically as the tip of my trembling erection unfolds her silky labia. She pushes back against me and raises her hips a bit to permit deeper insertion while leaning her head back and grumbling with pleasure.
"Lead me fast and hard, my love. Drive me fast and hard."
I clutch her hips harder, withdraw slightly, and plunge in again. I withdraw and thrust in more forcefully. She screeches with delight as my thrusts intensify and my speed accelerates. Soon I'm ramming her ass like an internal combustion engine, and she's spurring me on in her sexy Italian.
"Drive me forcefully, my love! Forcefully! It feels so good! I'm about to scream with joy! You're going to make me cum!"
All I can manage is, "Oh, baby! Oh, baby!"
As I near my climax, she's engulfed by an enormous orgasm and her convulsing vagina clamps down on my thrusting member. Her body stiffens and she screams out in ecstasy. "Please, from me!" That pushes me over the brink, and I release jet after jet of steaming sperm into her amazing vagina. I keep thrusting her until my stamina fades, finally coming to a halt.
I embrace her strongly and as we both sag against the car, panting heavily. She turns her head and I kiss her lips gently as our bodies relax.
I stand up gradually and separate from her, pulling up my drenched trousers. She stands and faces me, smoothing down her dress and her hair. She still looks dazzling.
Fabiana takes me by the hand and holds me gently to her body and whispers in my ear, "I could ride again anytime, my love?"
At any time, Fabiana. At any time.
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