Afternoons with the Rugged Mechanic

To ease arousal coursing through my body, I reached behind and discreetly unhooked my bra, hoping to pleasure myself a little before Stanley came back out.

But before I could finish, Stanley stepped out sooner than I expected!

To my shock, he was wearing nothing but the pair of semi-sheer boxer briefs I had handed him earlier.

And to make things worse, I couldn’t help but stare at the obvious bulge in the front.

“Didn’t expect you to be into this kind of style, Missy,” he teased, walking toward me with a playful grin.

“N-no, it’s not like that. I just grabbed something off the bed for you...”

I really hadn’t given it much thought when I picked them up; I definitely didn’t mean anything by it.

“Missy, aren’t you supposed to help me put on some ointment?”

Stanley casually spread his legs and sat down on the lounge chair, looking like some kind of god waiting to be worshipped.

Blushing, I picked up the ointment and walked over to him.

“It might sting a little. Try to bear with it, okay?”

I bent down and used a small spoon to scoop up some of the white ointment, gently applying it to his red, swollen arm.

“The smell is amazing, Missy.”

“Smell good?”

I leaned in to sniff the ointment, but it didn’t have any noticeable scent.

“I meant you, Missy.”

It was only then that I noticed the way Stanley was looking at me—his gaze was anything but innocent. There was an intense, almost predatory look in his eyes, like he wanted to devour me whole.

And to make things even worse, I suddenly remembered I hadn’t fastened my bra back yet.

With the way I was leaning over, his eyes were practically on fire, tracing every inch of me and setting my body ablaze with his gaze.

Flustered and red-faced, I fumbled to fasten the clasp, but the more nervous I got, the harder it became to get it right.

The next moment, Stanley stood up and gently placed his hands on my shoulders, his head buried in the nape of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

“Missy, let me help you with that.”

His hand slipped under my shirt from behind, smooth and stealthy like an eel.

“Did... did you hook it?”

He didn’t answer, but his hands were definitely not still.

His cool fingertips brushed over my shoulder blades, tracing slow circles around my waist.

“Your skin is so soft, Missy.”

I bit my lip, my back muscles tensed, trying to suppress the moan that was threatening to escape.

Just as I was about to pull away from his hold, he guided my hand down to his hard bulge.

I flinched as if I’d been burned, my body jerking up, but he pressed me back down firmly.

“Are you really going to leave me like this, Missy?” His voice dropped to a low whisper, “And honestly, I think you want this just as much as I do...”

Stanley pushed my dress up to my waist, his fingers skillfully exploring beneath it.

“Don’t…”

My last bit of self-control was slipping away.

“You’re already soaked, Missy.”

He pulled his fingers back and playfully wiggled them, smiling like a fox that had just caught its prey.

A mix of shame and excitement surged through me.

But what really caught me off guard was when Stanley, still holding my gaze, slowly licked his fingers, teasingly.

“Tastes good.”

It felt like a deafening explosion went off in my head.

My vision blurred, clouded with confusion and desire.

As if reading my thoughts, Stanley chuckled softly and removed the last barrier between us.

And my body, finally, found the release it had been craving...