This can’t be happening, I think as he leans in and presses his lips against mine. I don’t…do this!
But he’s not hesitating, and as he presses two fingers against my damp panties, all thoughts of protest are whisked from my mind. All I can think about is how good it feels. Amazing hands. No wonder he’s a mechanic. He’s sure giving me an overhaul.
Ho-ly s**t!
How many seconds has it been since I told him I wasn’t going to have s*x with him? Has it even been a minute? And how long has it been since we met? An hour? Two?
I reach up and feel the muscles of his arms, swollen and taut beneath his sweaty, dirt-stained t-shirt. He’s built like a bodybuilder; his hands rough against my skin. He applies more pressure to my c**t through my underwear, and with a jolt, I suddenly realize what I’m d
