Page 3 of Mechanic Next Door
“What else do you have to do?” Peachteases.
I have plenty else I have to do. I need to keep an eye on her garden to make sure her tomatoes are okay. I need to keep guard over her beloved peach tree, the one she likes to sit under. I need to push away all of the things I want to do to her. Push away the image of her coming over to my house where I sit and look out the window from my easy chair, kneeling between my knees and inching her fingers up the worn denim on my thighs. Pretend I don’t want to sink my dick into her pretty little mouth and have her refuse to stop sucking until I’ve come. Drink myself to darkness to keep the thoughts atbay.
“I have stuff I can do in the house,” I say to her with a hint of a smile. My cock is pressing tight against the zipper of my jeans. Ray excuses himself. I shift my hips to try to get rid of some of the pressure but it’s no use. Every little movement of my body gives me a fresh perspective on Peach and only makes the pressure hotter, tighter, worse and better. I covertly put my hand in my lap and grope the length of my dick through mypants.
“That reminds me,” she says. “Can you come over tomorrow? I have some new wallpaper I want to hang in the upstairsbathroom.”
A ripple of anxiety goes through me when she says the word wallpaper. Her house is old and I’ve been thinking for a while now what would happen if she decided to fix it up, sell, and move someplace morecosmopolitan.
“I’ll be over,” I reply. She smiles, puts her hands on the armrests of the cracked leather chair, and swings her feet to thefloor.
Adjusting her bag over her shoulder, shestands.
“I hope to see you tomorrow night, too, but I guess I have a whole day and a half to convinceyou.”
“See you later,” I say. She sweeps through my office and when she’s gone, I reach onto my lap and an audible groan escapes from my lips when I put my elbow on the table and my forehead in my hand. It’s all I can do to stop myself. This is a bad one, too. I’m too hot for her. She’s just too perfect. I feel my brows knit in the middle as I let out a sharpbreath.
I stand and cross the small room, lock the door, and pull the string on the blinds to make the slats seal shut. The clicking of metal against metal portends the freeing of my dick, and I take it in my hand, heavy, thick, and fist the length. The first pump’s breath is shallow. The second pump’s breath is ragged. Her pretty eyes beam up at me as I squeeze mine shut. Behind my eyelids my forbidden fantasy plays out. Her hands are inching up my thighs, she’s unzipping me, she’s undoing my belt silently, and her eyes never leavemine.
She takes my dick out. I know it’s the first one she’s seen. She isn’t afraid of it. She pumps the full length twice with both hands wrapped around it, taking the trunk and then moving to the tip. There’s so much come dribbling out already and she’s barely even started. She presses her lips to the tip and paints them with my come and my dick twitches. She opens up her lips and now I can’t resist threading the fingers of one hand through her hair and tugging, my other hand wrapped around the front of her throat. She’s using my dick to make her pussy wet, putting one hand between her legs and reaching her slit from the outside of hershorts.
And is she wet. When I feel I’m going to come, I pull her lips off my dick and she stands before me, my knees spread wide on either side of her rich thighs. I pull her shorts off and there are no panties on underneath. She peers up at me through those eyelashes again, and I pull her against me to straddle my lap. Her thick thighs lock onto my hips as I lower her onto mycock.
“Don’t be afraid,” I rasp against herear.
“All I’m afraid of is not being withyou.”
I grip her ass with both hands and lower her tight little pussy onto my dick. It chokes the life out of me. I kneed her ass and palm the cheeks, pulling her back up again to ride me. My middle finger finds her puckered asshole that I’ve imagined licking so many times and I nestle it there and she shivers in response, which means she loves it. Then again I pull her down onto my dick. She locks her hands behind my neck and I drag her up. She teases me with a whimper and a small wiggle of her hips and I pull her down again, the blood whooshing through my head to shut out her cries. I nip my teeth at her lower lip and make her ride my lap until she’s begging me with whispers to put my load inside her. That doesit.
I put my hand out in front of my dick to catch my spend, the release shooting up through my heavy balls as my body clenched and freezes. I grunt it out as my fist milks my hand, my jaw clenched, my nostrilsflaring.
But even when I’m leaning against the door and trying to catch my breath, my dick is still hard as a rock in my hand. I make my way to the bathroom inside my office to clean up, collapsing in the chair behind my desk before I’m aware of any timepassing.
I’m going to need another way to wrestle down mydesires.
I don’t know how much longer I can go on likethis.
I pray it’s just a phase. A blip. Nothing more thanthat.
