1. Ride Along


    Date: 4/12/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: DazzlingLove, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    Middle Eastern descent to spending the past nine months playing with their children, protecting them, and now riding in the backseat of a Muslim's car. That’s the power of the military, baby. “Right here is perfect sir. Thank you so much.” I said after the thirty-five minute drive. I left him fifty dollars and hopped out with my bag slung across my shoulder, halfway down the block from the house. I didn’t want her to hear a car door and suspect anything. I briskly walked the couple hundred feet, nervous as hell, cheesing from ear to ear. “She’s going to throw a fit.” I thought to myself. I slowly walked around the hedge as I reached the house, quietly sidestepping her Camaro as I approached the garage. I could hear the sound of a radio and metal on metal as she was flat on her back on a creeper under my Supra. She was wearing one of my undershirts and a pair of her favorite denim shorts, both well splattered in oil from where I could see. She must have been in here all day. “Dammit.” I heard that singsong voice call out in frustration as a wrench slid out from under the car. I muffled a laugh as I watched her reach out for a couple seconds before stepping over and kicking it back under the car. “Who the fuck are yo-“ she managed to get out before I jolted the creeper out from under the car and stood over her, watching her face contort in complete and total surprise. I never knew how sexy oil and grease could look on someone’s face until that very moment right there. Her hair ...
    was in a messy bun and a couple strands were comically glued stuck in the middle of her forehead by a smear of grease. The dark black composition of the oil only made the cerulean of her eyes even more vibrant and striking. “Oh. My. God. No no no no no. No. No. NO. NOPE! It must be the fumes Ally. Yes, definitely the fumes from working in the damn garage all day. Imagining things. Yes. My imagination. Of course. Fumes. I’m going to slide this dolly back under this Supra and he’ll be gone. Yes. Okay. Okay?” I watched her slide herself back under the car and sit there for about half a minute as I set down my bag and crossed my legs while leaning on her car. She muttered something about “blasted imports” as she tinkered for a couple seconds more before setting the wrench down slowly. “Corey?” “Yes?” “It’s really you, isn’t it?” “Yes baby girl.” The screams that came from the inside of the little girl under the hood of that car rivaled any air raid siren blaring at high volume across a big city. Birds frantically flapped out of trees all across the neighborhood as she flew out from under the car off the creeper and jumped into my arms. I couldn’t ward off the inordinate amount of kisses she was planting on my entire head, all supplemented by tiny screams every time she picked up her lips. She finally stopped pop kissing me and locked lips with me. A long, hard, breathless kiss. A kiss of sadness. Of pain. Of longing. Of relief. I could feel her small frame shaking as she kissed ...
«1234...67»