Yearning for the Lumbersnack

I never expected the mechanic changing my oil to be a gorgeous, curvy woman who didn’t mind getting her hands dirty.
She tripped over her words and giggled at me like a little school girl- how the heck was she going to change the oil in my truck?
But unexpectedly, watching her work turned me on.
Her flustered movements, sneaky glances, and yearning looks only reserved for me had me ready to fall to my knees.
She wasn’t anything I expected.
But ended up being everything I wanted and more.