SHEP

I spent the morning watching Cherry’s legs stick out from under Mr. Jorgsen’s car. It’d given me all kinds of ideas I couldn’t act on. Until now. Lunch. I’d gone to the front door, flipped the Open sign to Closed and locked the front door.

Going back into the bay, I squatted down beside her. “Hey. It’s time for lunch.” Only after I said something did I set my palm on her leg. I didn’t want to startle her on the car creeper–the wheeled platform that let her slide easily beneath the car.

With ease, I pulled and the wheels rolled so she slid from beneath the Toyota.

She smiled up at me. “Lunch? I’m starving,” she said.

I looked her over, in her gray coveralls. They weren’t sexy at all, but that didn’t stop my dick from wanting inside her.

“Me, too.”

I gripped the top of her workboots and rolled her around the car and to the back of the bay area so we were hidden from anyone walking down the sidewalk and seeing us through the glass bay doors.

She laughed. “Shep! What are you doing?”

Once I had her where I wanted, I pulled her to sitting, then knelt beside her and worked the zipper down.

“I’m starving.”

“There’s your mother’s leftover lasagna in the fridge.” She didn’t bat my hand away, only watched. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t talk about my mother while I do this to you.”

She helped me out of her sleeves. “Do what?”

“Fuck you like I’ve been imagining.”

Her eyes flared with heat and she let me tug her up to standing.

When I pushed her coveralls all the way down, I discovered she wasn’t wearing pants. Or panties.

My eyes flew up to meet hers.

“Why, Cherry? Hoping for something?” I asked, licking my lips. I was going to eat her out, then fuck her, but that wasn’t happening now. I needed inside her. Now.

She gave me a sly smile, then settled back on the creeper, working the coveralls off one leg, then parting them.

“Holy fuck,” I muttered, hastily opening my own coveralls, then my jeans beneath as I eyed my girl.

On the creeper, bare from the waist down, legs spread, pussy glistening and ready.

I dropped to my knees. “You ready?” I asked.

She nodded. Reached for me. “Hurry.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice.

I knelt between her parted thighs, gripped her hips, then thrust deep, using the wheels on the creeper to pull her onto me.

“Shep!” she cried, arching her back.

Fuck, yes.

I fucked her like I’d been imagining, so fucking deep.

“Mine,” I said.

“Shep!” she cried out, loving how hard I could fuck her using the creeper to our advantage. “Yours!”