Issues with Automobiles
My neighbor Jack passed by my garage and heard me swear when a tool hit the ground. He headed toward me, clad in a leather jacket, jeans, and riding boots, fresh from his motorcycle ride. I noticed his beard was growing back. He looked hot.
Next to me, Jack commented, "It seems like you're having fun there."
Responding, I exhaled and said, "Yes, I am." While admiring his rough appearance, I replied, "But it's proving to be more challenging now than I thought."
He flashed a smile and suggested, "Can I assist you?"
I agreed, saying, "Of course. As long as I can repay the favor with something for you."
"I'm sure there's something," he murmured, giving a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Removing his jacket, he revealed his old band t-shirt. Crouching beside me, he looked under the hood and asked, "What appears to be the issue?"
I had always felt a spark between us, but held back, knowing he was my neighbor. With the broken button on my shirt, my cleavage was on display as I crouched over the car's engine. I could feel his eyes wander, smiling, and I wondered what he'd do if I offered.
Jack removed his jacket and leaned over, looking under the hood. He chuckled, "This is something I can help with. Would you like me to?"
I leaned back, moving toward him, and reached for his belt buckle, but he stepped back.
Removing his jacket and leaning down by the car, he said, "I'm trying to replace this." I pointed towards the overflow tank. His eyes shifted downward, taking in the ample cleavage peeking out due to the broken button.
I asked, "And what can I help you with?"
A devilish grin crossed his face. He eyed my breasts and said, "There is something." With a wink, he took the new part from me.
Removing his jacket, Jack came closer, allowing me to reach for his belt buckle. I struggled to unbutton his pants but gave up, deciding to slide them below his knees instead.
I settled on a garage chair and motioned for him to straighten up. Bending over with his forearms resting on the fender, I took in the fantastic view of his manly chest. His cock was now partly hard and growing with each passing moment.
I grabbed his cock and held it while squeezing and tickling his balls. Teasing but not stroking, I let my breath brush his cockhead. I bit my lip, enjoying the scent of his natural masculinity.
As I ran my tongue around his cockhead, I could hear him working on the car. I licked his balls, then slithered my tongue up his shaft, savoring the feel of his erection. I felt my wetness soak my pants.
I tongued his balls, then firmly rolled his cockhead on my tongue, feeling up his shaft. His heart seemed to beat faster. He was trying to remain still, but I could feel the trembling of his thighs. He held his cock in his hand, suppressing the urge to fuck me.
However, the proximity made it impossible to escape my attention. His cockhead was against my mouth, so I engulfed his entire cock in my mouth, causing him to moan.
Rocking his hips, Jack pounded into my mouth for a few moments, then stopped.
Pulling me up, he ripped off my shirt, releasing my breasts. He leaned down, sucking on one of them while trying to jam his hand inside to devour my breasts.
He pulled me up to my feet. "What about your car?" he asked.
"Oh, that," I responded uncertainly.
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