AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this for my friend Gary, and post it with his permission. All comments and criticism welcome at mitchcapslock@yahoo.com.
Lending a Helping Hand By Mitchell Capslock
I'm just stepping out of the shower as I hear the phone ring. Naked and dripping, I answer to find your familiar voice on the other end. It seems that you've got a car that must be finished for a customer, who will be by to pick it up in 3 hours, and your hoping I can lend a helping hand. I naturally agree. I'm no expert, as you are, but I'm handy enough around the shop to be of assistance. I slip into something special before throwing on a pair of jeans and a shirt and heading out the door. When I arrive at your shop, I find you standing over the black Miata, fussing over the final details of the body work that has occupied your time for over a week now. "Looking good," I say, as you look up to greet me. "Thanks," you reply. "Are you talking about me or the car?" You explain that while finished, the car needs a complete wash, wax and polish before its owner arrives. You hand me a set of coveralls to change into just as the shop phone begins to ring. When you wander off to answer it, I quickly shuck my clothes, leaving only the pink mesh and lace thong I was wearing underneath, and slip into the coveralls. The next two hours are work. Man's work. Making a car sparkle is a bigger job than I'd imagined. However as we work to finish the car, I am constantly reminded of the pretty panties beneath my clothes. As I squat beside the car, applying wax to the door panel, I can feel the thong's string pulling taut across my crack, applying delicious pressure to my man pussy and cock. The bulky coveralls hide my stiffening dick well, I believe that you have no idea of what's going on under my hood. ;) It takes us all of two hours, but the car looks great. I'm wet from the washing, and tired from the waxing, but you are happy with the car and that's all that matters. "Let's get out of these dirty coveralls and grab a drink," you say, as you reach into the small refidgerator under your work bench. I hear you pulling down the zipper on your coveralls as you approach me from behind. I let my coveralls fall from my shoulders and down past my ass. "What's this," you say as my pink panties come into view. "You little slut." "Do you like them?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "Look for yourself," you say as you run your hand up my ass cheek, one finger tracing the thin string that is buried in my crack. Over my shoulder, I see that you have unzipped your coveralls past your groin. You are completely naked underneath and I can see your stiffening cock. "Turn around," you say. I comply, stepping out of the coveralls to stand before you wearing only the panties. My man clit is stiff and stretching against the tiny front fabric of the thong. I need to taste you and I drop to my knees in front of your dick. I hear your breath catch in the back of your throat as I my bury my nose in your pubes and close my lips around the base of your shaft. I settle into a slow, deliberate rhythm, making long passes with my lips and tongue along the length of your cock. I can taste the pre-come leaking from you cockhead and filling the back of my throat. I hope that you want more than just a blowjob, though I will happily accept your load in my belly if you choose. But you don't disappoint. After just a few minutes with your dick in my mouth, your voice snaps me out of my reverie. "Look at me," you say and I open my eyes and peer up at you without breaking my cocksucking rhythm. "You look so good with my dick in your mouth, but I want to fuck your pussy." I slowly release your cock from my mouth. After stepping out of your coveralls, you walk back to the workbench and retrieve a small bottle of lube. You motion for me to lay across the trunk of the Miata, and I quickly scramble into place. I draw my legs back toward my chest, opening my man cunt to you. You squirt some lube onto your fingers and run them along my crack. The sight of my man clit in its mesh and lace entrapment is just too much for you and you lean in and plant a kiss on my panty-covered clit. It is a treat indeed, and I moan my gratitude. As your fingers tease and probe my pussy, preparing it for your cock, you run your tongue along the outline of my clit. "Even slutty girls deserve to have their pussy licked before they are fucked," you say. The pressure of your tongue through the panties and on my man clit is exquisite and I can feel my sticky pre-come flowing freely. I fear that I may come before you get your dick in my pussy. But you know just how much I can take and you back off before I can come. Satisfied that my pussy is wet and ready, you stroke some lube onto your shaft and let your cock head come to rest on my man cunt. After a few gentle swipes at the outside, you line yourself up and push against the hole. My pussy is tight, but I am ready and your cock head pops easily into my twat, causing us to moan in unison. After burying your shaft inside me, you pause for a moment, and I enjoy the sensation of being full as you enjoy being balls-deep in my man cunt. You settle into a steady pace, pulling your all but your dick head from my snatch before pushing back in all the way. I love the feeling of being filled with your dick, and my moans fill the shop. My swollen clit is bouncing in time to your strokes, and I want badly to touch it. But between holding myself open and balancing on the car, I can't. But, again, you know what I need and you begin stroking my hard, wet clit through my panties. I'm on the edge. It won't take much to push me over. "Oh, God," I moan. "Please. Make me cum." The gleam in your eye is all I need to see. As your pace in my pussy quickens, so does the clit stroking. Within a minute, I fill my panties with my cum, the white goo leaking from my underwear and running toward my hole. My moaning, and the grip my pussy has on your shaft as my orgasm overtakes me is too much for you. "You little slut," you grunt. "I'm going to fill your man cunt with my load." With one final push, your cum flows deep inside me as your buried cock twitches inside my hole. Before collapsing atop me, you scoop two fingers of my cum from inside my panties and raise them to my mouth for a taste. It's no substitute for your sweet cream, but I lick your fingers clean all the same. After a few minutes, you let your shrinking cock slip from my snatch and reach for a shop towel to wipe clean. Glancing at the clock, you toss the used towel to me. "You'd better get up and get the car and your pussy wiped up," you say. "He'll be her to pick it up in less than 10 minutes."