Again, she gave me that smile.
“An officer of the court, I’m an assistant district attorney, a prosecutor for the state of Massachusetts. I’m a lawyer,” she said with a wink and a smile.
Impressed, she’s not only beautiful, sexy, and shapely but she’s smart.
# # #
Not wanting to make her late for court, I opened her driver’s side door and popped open her hood. I saw her high heel shoes sitting atop of her briefcase on her passenger seat. Making sense to me, I guessed that she preferred driving while wearing flats than wearing high heels.
Preferring to shift gears herself, I was impressed that the Corvette had a standard transmission rather than an automatic. It’s sacrilegious to buy a Corvette, a Camaro, or a Mustang with an automatic. It’s more fun driving a car with a standard than an automatic.
No doubt with her in a hurry, speeding up my usual routine, I continued checking her tires, checking her oil, and washing her windshield. While wishing that I was her boyfriend or her boy toy with her much older than me, I wondered why she winked at me. She made me feel good when she said that I looked healthy with my rosy cheeks.
As I leaned beneath her hood while checking her oil, she snuck up next to me. Then, as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, or lovers, she placed her hand on my lower back just above my overall covered backside. In the way that I imagined her touching, feeling, and groping my ass, I so wanted to fondle and squeeze her shapely behind.
If she moved her hand any lower, she’d be feeling my ass through my overalls. In the way that I’d love to feel her big, black breasts through her blouse and bra and her round, black ass through her skirt and panties, I wished she’d move her hand lower. Yet, while watching what I was doing, she leaned in close enough to me for me to smell her perfume.
“Is everything in order,” she asked?
I turned to smile at her while staring up at her. Unable to stop staring at her, she was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was so shapely. Never have I seen a woman, white, brown, black, red, or yellow who was so pretty and desirable. Then, when she smiled, she had beautiful, bright, white teeth.
“Your oil and your tires are fine,” I said, wiping my hands on my dirty, red rag.
Making me weak in my knees, she made eye contact with me and smiled. She stuck out her hand to shake it. Before shaking her hand, I wiped my hand on my rag again.
“I’m Andrea. It was so nice to meet you, Garrett,” she said, handing me a five-dollar bill for doing my job.
‘Andrea,’ I thought. ‘Such a pretty name for such a beautiful woman.’
# # #
As if I was a valet at a fancy restaurant instead of at a Texaco gas station, while hoping to sneak a peek of her white panties again, I opened her driver’s side door for her. Taking her time to get in her seat, while she stared up at me and smiled, I watched her move sideways to sit in her low, bucket seat. Tempted to walk to her and press my bulging cock against her mouth, I’d love for her to blow me while she sat in her car.