Kwik Thick Dicker!

Kwik Thick Dicker!

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Working the slow shift at the Pitstop Cafe is far from Anna's idea of fun, but then one afternoon she notices a sexy hot mechanic (complete with oily overalls!) hard at work at the garage across the forecourt. She develops a deep attraction for this dark grubby stranger, stealing moments to spy on him whenever she can, never believing her fantasy will come to life...

Summary

Working the slow shift at the Pitstop Cafe is far from Anna's idea of fun, but then one afternoon she notices a sexy hot mechanic (complete with oily overalls!) hard at work at the garage across the forecourt. She develops a deep attraction for this dark grubby stranger, stealing moments to spy on him whenever she can, never believing her fantasy will come to life...

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Submitted: January 30, 2014

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Submitted: January 30, 2014

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The mid-summer heat seemed relentless outdoors, but inside the Pitstop Cafe it was nothing short of oppressive. The last of the lunchtime rush had dwindled away, leaving dirty glasses and greasy plates in their wake. Anna, who waitressed at the Pitstop for her sins, surveyed the chaos of messy tables around her. Frowning and plucking a stray tendril of hair that had escaped her ponytail, she swept the damp strands from her cheek and complained to herself for the hundredth time about the severe lack of air-conditioning. Picking up a discarded menu she fanned herself with it, grateful of the little breeze it afforded her. A bead of sweat slid lazily down her spine and Anna closed her eyes, seizing some brief respite from the heat. However, the dirty tables wouldn’t clear themselves and she set about cleaning up. The place was deserted and she sighed at the prospect of another dull afternoon on the ‘Graveyard Shift’. She bustled around as she attempted to keep herself distracted from the imminent boredom, quickly becoming absorbed in her toil.

 

It was some time later that Anna slowed her pace, taking her time as she wiped the formica clad table tops whilst gazing outside at the beautiful summer afternoon. The Pitstop was one of many other buildings that comprised the industrial-come-business park on which she worked. The cafe overlooked a large corrugated metal structure that housed a car bodyshop and repairs garage where folks took their cars for new tyres, exhausts or a spray paint job. Anna noticed business seemed slow across there too, instead of the usual steady stream of customers and their vehicles the forecourt, workshop and mechanic’s pit looked deserted. “Ok for some...” She muttered, wishing she too was out soaking up the sunshine like everyone else seemed to be doing. Even the crowd of young apprentices who normally hung around the doors smoking were nowhere to be seen that afternoon. Swirling her cloth over her last tabletop, she  glanced back over at the garage and spotted a solitary man just inside the huge sliding entrance doors. She recognised him as one of the more senior grease monkeys that worked there, a guy she had more than noticed on a few occassions. He was what Anna described as serious eye-candy, even in his grubby overalls...

 

As luck would have it, the man walked out into the sunshine. He was rubbing his hands on a dirty rag, his overalls undone to his waist, the arms tied in a knot there. Anna was pleased to see he was also sporting a white vest that showed off his muscular biceps and broad shoulders to a treat. It seemed her afternoon wasn’t going to be so dull after all. Gazing shamelessly at the sexy young guy, she used her vantage point to it’s full potential, watching him take his break outdoors. The way in which he picked up an old metal office chair then sat down on it caused Anna’s pulse to quicken. He sat on the chair back to front, his legs straddling either side of the seat, before he rested his arms across the back of it in a casual manner. Another droplet of perspiration snaked down Anna’s back but this time she couldn’t have cared less. Truth be known, she had always had a thing for men who were good with their hands and the sight of the man pushed all the right buttons. The mere thought of his taut muscular body, clad only in oily overalls certainly had her engine revving. Had it not been for a mountainous pile of dirty dishes demanding her urgent attention, Anna could have happily sat there, watching him, for the rest of her shift.

 

When the last load of plates was loaded into the industrial sized dishwasher, Anna finally returned from the kitchen, that felt more like the fiery pits of hell, and helped herself to a well earned cold drink. The cafe was quiet and so she decided to go and sit out front to get some air. By this point the sexy mechanic man was hard at work under the bonnet of a car that he had driven out onto the garage forecourt, his head was out of sight but Anna got a perfect view of his long back that tapered beautifully down to meet his neat arse and long legs. The sun was high in the cloudless blue sky and was searingly hot and she pressed the iced glass to her damp forehead. There was a distant clatter of metal on concrete and she saw that he had dropped one of his tools. She watched on as he uncoiled himself from beneath the bonnet, wiping his brow with his arm as he did so before stretching. What the man did next made Anna’s mouth fall open in delighted surprise as he slowly peeled off his now grease-stained vest, revealing his naked ripped torso. The vest was flung to one side and the hot mechanic man readjusted the arms of his overalls, re-tying them so that they hung deliciously low slung on his hips. From across the carpark Anna gulped, breathless at the sight of this sexy vision in dirty overalls. From that afternoon she was hooked, finding any excuse to secretly watch and wait for him to come outside to work.

 

Anna was not disappointed, for the long heatwave seemed neverending, meaning that Gorgeous Grease Monkey chose to fix cars in the sun rather than in the garage. Her shifts at the Pitstop seemed to fly by and she was always eager for her break to come so that she could assume her seat out front and gaze longingly across at the oil coated Adonis. She grew hotter for him with each afternoon that passed, drinking in the sight of him as he rolled in and out from underneath whatever vehicle he was working on, as he wiped the sweat from his perfect glistening abs with his vest or flexing well-defined muscles as he carried heavy duty tools out to the yard. Then later, when she returned home, Anna would indulge further still, bringing the images she had stored in her mind of him working that day alive in her private fantasies. Alone in her flat, lying on her bed or whilst in the shower, she simply closed her eyes and he would appear, her hands became his calloused hands as she caressed and toyed with her nipples, her fingers were his when they slid down over her stomach, her hips then between her thighs. It was he who made her arch her back in pleasure when those fingers parted her pink swollen folds to dip inside the honey stickiness that pooled there....

At night, Anna’s dreams were invaded by images of the dark haired object of her desire, his hard tanned body always so painfully close to hers but always out of her reach. She yearned to realise the sensation of him moulded against her and she longed with a white hot passion to have him drive deep inside her. She woke each morning feeling restless and irritable, both at the realisation that she had only been dreaming again, that the shuddering climax she’d experienced in the night was by her own hand, not his and most frustratingly of all that she did not have the bottle to even approach the guy who had her all churned up inside.

 

Two weeks later, the long spell of hot weather broke and gave way to thunderstorms and torrential rain. Anna was in her car driving over to the Pitstop for her shift, windscreen wipers going full pelt against the deluge. Suddenly there was a loud bang that made Anna jump out of her skin and then the car began juddering along the road.

“Oh fucking great!” She cursed, her heart sinking as she pulled over to the kerb, knowing full well she had a blown tyre. Braving the rain she clambered out of the car to check what the damage was. Sure enough, one of her front tyres was not only flat but was shredded into rubbery flaps that lay forlornly on the tarmac. Already half soaked she got back in the car and slammed her fists against the steering wheel, closing her eyes in consternation.

“Why me? Why today?” Anna grimaced. Wasn’t that just perfect, torrential rain and a burst tyre, would the day get any worse?...

She decided her only option was to continue her journey to work and try to drive the car to safety at least. There was no way she was going to walk the rest of the way and be not only late for work but drenched to the skin too. By the time the car had limped the rest of the way to the Pitstop she was in a foul mood. Anna was grateful when her boss told her to go get her tyre sorted and while she was at it to sort out her mood. Standing at the cafe’s front doors she looked across at the garage and guessed she didn’t have many other options. Carefully she drove the car across to the garage, trepidation taking over her annoyance. Wasn’t this the perfect reason for going there? However, after all those torrid fantasies Anna had engaged in with Mr Sex on Legs, she felt anxious about actually coming face to face with the man himself. No matter, she had to do this. So, getting out of her car she gingerly made her way to the big sliding garage doors. The rain must have caused a lull in trade as the workshop was deserted as far as she could ascertain.

“Hello?” Anna called out hesitantly and then again when there came no reply. She walked with some uncertainty deeper into the garage, past the pit and towards the office. It too was empty so she carried on further until she reached rows of tyres, stacked in towers up to the roof.

“Excuse me? Hello?” She called again, about ready to call it a day and retreat from her very masculine surroundings.

“Hello.” A deep voice spoke from behind her and Anna balked in surprise. She hadn’t heard anybody approaching. Spinning round she came face to face with a olive skinned face with two dark eyes, accompanied by a roguish smile...

“Oh! Erm.. God you startled me!...” Anna stammered, feeling her cheeks begin to burn as the penny dropped - it was none other than the hot guy she had shamelessly obsessed over for days! There was a long pause before the man replied, the rain seemed almost deafening as it drummed against the metal roof above them.

“Can I help you with something?” He finally said, but not before his eyes had danced all over her approvingly. Normally Anna would have bristled at this blatant eyeballing but all logical thought had escaped her. She just looked back at him, barely aware that her breathing was fast and shallow not to mention that her thin work dress was practically see-through from her earlier soaking.

“Yeah...ummmm, well....” She managed to croak, unable to drag her eyes away from his intense gaze. He raised an eyebrow in amusement, stepping close enough towards Anna so that she could smell him; a heady scent of oil and soap and sweat. She licked her lips subconsciously, his close proximity made her head swim and her groin burn with lust.

“What do you need... Miss?...”

“Anna.... Well.... My tyre blew out and....”

“I see. Well, we have plenty of tyres here....”

He gestured behind him with an outstretched hand and Anna stared at it, the memory of the pleasure that same hand had given her in her dreams returning to her mind like a bolt out of the blue.. Her breath caught in her throat and she looked down, only then noticing how wet her work dress was and how visible her bra-less breasts were underneath. The man followed Anna’s gaze and he smiled wolfishly.

“I can definitely sort you out Anna...”

Her head snapped back up and she caught him openly appraising her once more, there was no mistaking the raw want in his expression.

“Come with me... I’ll show you what you need...”

He grabbed Anna’s hand and pulled her forcefully along behind him towards the seemingly endless towers of tyres ahead. He led her down one of the long and dimly lit rows towards the back of the garage.

“So Anna... “ He murmured softly as he spun her round and pressed her back against the wall of rubber. Anna could hardly breath as the sexy mechanic man stepped right up to her. The rain pelted the metal roof louder still yet she wondered briefly if he could hear her heart hammering away in her chest. She breathed in his musky oily scent and moaned quietly. He hadn’t even touched her yet Anna felt like her knees were about to buckle and she was certain that her intimate arousal was just seconds away from bursting it’s damn and streaming down her quivering thighs.

“See anything you want?.... “ He growled in her ear, sending electric shocks out over her skin.

“Mmmm... Yes...” Came her hoarse reply. Was this really happening or would she wake up in frustrated arousal yet again?

“Really? Now, would that be tyres or something else perhaps?...”

She met his gaze once more, his eyes appeared black and they twinkled at her in the gloom. Anna looked at him curiously, wondering what he meant by something else...

“I think a thorough service is required here...” He chuckled, the sound making Anna’s insides turn to liquid instantly. His hands tugged at her hips and he began warming to his theme.

“Yes... I need to take a good look under the bonnet too... “ With this his hands flew up to her head, fingers twisting her hair, bringing her face to his. When his lips brushed against hers, Anna responded fiercely, this was no dream, this was real alright. Her tongue danced and slid over his, their mouths locked in a battle as they kissed frantically. His fingers let go of her hair and seemed to travel all over body with lightening speed and precision, unzipping her dress, pushing it over her shoulders and down to the floor in seconds. He muttered his appreciation as his eyes then his hands began their examination of her round firm breasts, teasing and plucking her nipples with a delicious force. Anna was beside herself with wanton lust and she pushed her chest out for him, begging him with her eyes.

“Yeah... I see the problem...” He grinned up at her as he lowered his head to take first one nipple then the other between his teeth, nipping then licking at them causing Anna to shake with pleasure. Her hand shot out towards the knotted arms of his overalls, pulling his white vest free.

“Yes.... That needs to go...” She said in a voice that she barely recognised as her own.

He simply nodded, pulling the offending item of clothing up over his head and threw it down next to her already discarded work dress. Anna’s fingers flew to his chest, dancing over the hard ripped muscles, moaning as she did so, so aware that she had dreamt and fantasized about doing just that so many times. Meanwhile the guy eased her back against the wall of tyres and pressed himself against her hungrily. With only her flimsy thong remaining, Anna could feel his unmistakable hardness beneath his oily overalls and without another thought her fingers sought out the knot that held them up. Freeing his engorged member she greedily grasped at it, sliding her hand along it’s substantial length, her fingers barely encircling his thickened rod. It was then his turn to shudder and groan and Anna seized upon this display of desire from him, reaching to stroke and gentle tug at his tightening balls. The tip of his cock leaked profusely with every stroke of her hand and she used his pre-cum to lubricate his stiff shaft.

 

He pulled away sharply then but before Anna could argue she watched on breathlessly as he sank to his knees before her. He parted her legs with ease, she could not have resisted even if she had wanted to, which at that moment, she most certainly did not. Tearing her thong from her, he slipped his agile tongue between her wet lips and began an assault so skillful upon her throbbing clitoris, licking, sucking and nibbling on it until she had to shove her fist in her mouth to stop herself from wailing. She tugged at his hair, wanting both to rub her pussy in his face but at the same time to push him away from her, for what he was doing to her with his mouth was almost too much to take. When he slid his fingers up inside her it was Anna’s undoing. Her head swam, white lights blinded her eyes and a pleasure so fierce took hold of her. She was prisoner to his ministrations that were as relentless as the driving rain and thunder outside, he did not stop until he had pushed her to the most excruciating and mind blowing orgasm she had ever known.....

 

Her body limp and damp from his expert attention, Anna was putty in the man’s hands. He lifted her up so that she was able to wrap her legs around his  now naked hips, her sex completely at the mercy of what he was about to do next.

“Mmmm.... Anna, I need to service that tight pussy of yours.... “ The object of her desire whispered to her, his tongue pressed against her neck, snaking its way up to her ear before biting her lobe. As his swollen cock tip prodded against her opening her up to him, he groaned in her ear, telling her just how good he was going to work on her. Anna simply cried out softly.

“Fuck me.... Fuck me now!...”

With one vicious upward thrust he speared Anna onto his achingly hard member. She felt herself go weak with desire, clinging onto his solid frame as he began to fuck her soundly up against the towering piles of  tyres. Her pussy wrapped itself snugly around his entirety, welcoming him in as deep as he could go, over and over again. Their bodies became slick with sweat from the thundery atmosphere and their sexual exertion, Anna’s breasts slid across his chest, her nipples now so wonderfully erect that each time their skin connected she felt ripples of another climax approaching. In turn her sex held onto his throbbing cock tighter still and he began to moan, feeling his own cum forging its way to freedom.

As Anna began to spasm for the second time, she bit down on his shoulder to stifle her cries. Her writhing body spurred the man’s own climactic response and they both began freefalling, jerking and shaking with every clench of pussy and jerk of cock....

 

Moments later, the sexy mechanic set Anna back down again, making sure her legs didn’t fold beneath her. Once she had shimmied herself back into her work dress she turned and grinned at the man.

“So then, what were you saying about a tyre for my car?”

He laughed at this as he re-tied his overalls round his waist once more. To Anna’s delight he left his vest off, allowing her to take another long lustful look at that Adonis body.

“Of course, leave your car with me and I’ll get it up on the ramp. It’ll be ready for when you finish your shift, OK?”

She frowned, wondering how he knew what time she finished work at the Pitstop... He winked and grinned knowingly back at her.

“I’ll be back later then! Oh, how much will I owe you erm....” Anna trailed off.

“It’s James by the way... No charge Anna, on the house service for a valued customer!...”

With that he chuckled and went off in search of a new tyre amongst the rows.

Smiling broadly Anna headed back to work, feeling as if she were floating.She noticed the rain had departed and the sunshine was making a comeback. She could hardly wait for her shift to end. She had already made a mental list of work that needed doing and not just to her car!

 


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