1. Ride Along


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

    me and felt her warm tears on my chin as they fell from her eyes. She took a deep breath and then kissed me again, with so much raw emotion and passion I could feel my own soul stir up deep within myself. Her fingers were latched onto my head, running through the little hair I had left and stroking my temples. She pulled away slowly, her breasts heaving as she regained her wind and lay her head flat on my chest. “I missed you.” “I missed you too, baby girl. I missed you too.” We sat there for a long while in each other’s arms basking in the other’s presence, stopping only for a quick kiss and an “I love you”. I just stared at her, running my fingers through her hair and undoing her bun. It still smelled like flowers. Just like the first time. “Why are you staring at me?’’ she said from my chest. She looked into my eyes and studied me for a bit. “Ugh, I got grease all over you.” She pulled the shirt over her head and licked a clean bottom corner before swiping at all the smudges she left on my face. I watched her work on my face with keen concentration before letting my eyes wander down her tan skin to her breasts in their hot pink encasing. She loved sports bras. And she loved tanning. I know her breasts were easily as tan because she only tanned while nude. “There.” “If only you could fix up a car the way you fix me up.” I said starkly. “I’m trying to wonder why the hell you’re under my car fucking up my engine.” She leapt backwards off of me with a shriek. “Did you get ...
    shot in the head or something?! I was fixing up your sorry excuse of a matchbox that you call a car! I have no idea why imports are allowed in America. Christ!” she yelled in exasperation, turning her back on me. She washed her hands in the small sink on the left wall of the garage and wiped her hands as she began cursing me out. “Your piece of shit was overheating, just like all these matchboxes do after hitting a 100 mph.” “So why didn’t you just add coolant?” I said with a smirk. I barely had time to dodge the screwdriver she sent barreling at me. God, I love this woman. I leaned up against her as she sat on my hood, pouting. I licked on her ear while palming her shapely ass in her tight volleyball shorts, ready to get in them. “Talk dirty to me, baby.” I whispered. “Well, first I thought you had a shot tube leaking coolant, but the reservoir was still full. Your radiator was fine, but it still kept over heating. However, there wasn’t any hot coolant in the radiator so there had to be something wrong with your pump.” “Sure it was the pump?” I said saucily. “So that took me to the fucked up pulley of your crankshaft. I replaced it and it was fine for a while, then you blew a damn gasket.” “How bad did I blow it baby?” I said as I pressed into her, my knee sliding into between her thick thighs. “Bad. I ended up giving up because your camshafts were scored beyond repair and the head was ridiculously warped.” “What was scored ma?” I said while kissing her neck. My fingers subtly ...
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