a guy, but he worked here and it was clear that there was nothing between us other than sexual chemistry. And if my dad ever caught wind of what had happened between Rodrigo and me…well, I didn’t dare think of what the consequences would be for the guy.
Being an only child was one thing. Being the only daughter to a single dad who had raised me alone from day one was an entirely different ballgame. Nothing was ever simple. While he trusted me and my judgement in general, he didn’t trust the world outside of the garage, least of all any boys who might come along and break my heart. I had dated a little here and there, but most of the guys I went to school with were so terrified of my dad it was hardly worth putting in the work just to get them to go out on a date with me. I had somehow managed prom without too much drama, but ever since high school ended a year before, I had been in a pretty big dry spell. It was something that bothered me a little, even though I knew I could have sex whenever and with whomever I wanted, all I had to do was say the word.
There were the guys who came in with their souped-up sports cars, the ones who raced on the weekends, and those who had inherited something from a distant relative. This last group rarely had a clue what was going on with their car and they were usually the most impressed by my talent under the hood. There had been plenty of them that I could have lured back into one of the storage closets and had my way with, but I had been a virgin for so long, I wasn’t going to waste it on one of these little trust fund shits who could barely keep their dicks in their pants when they caught their first glimpse of me in my overalls and tight tank top.
I saw them all as they gazed like lechers at my 36C tits, barely contained by my bra and tank. My favorite tanks to wear were the low-cut ones so that I could be sure to let a little of the lace from my bra peek out over the top. Always a contrasting color to whatever tank I was wearing. It drew more attention that way— not that I was struggling to catch their eyes. It was obvious that these guys were panting for it and would do literally anything to get into my pants, or at the very least get a good look at what was hiding underneath my hood. I’d seen more than one of them have to adjust himself in my presence when he thought I wasn’t looking. There had even been one who was bold enough to lick his lips, close the space between us, and breathe softly against my neck, letting me know in no uncertain terms what he wanted to do to me right then and there in his inherited 1961 Chrysler 300G Coupe. That one almost made me consider it, just because I was so fucking horny that particular afternoon, but I was pretty filthy in appearance, not just in my mind, and I passed on that opportunity. It didn’t stop me from grabbing my vibrator as soon as I got home and teasing my clit to an orgasm that made me moan and thrash against my bed.
“Fuck,” I said under my breath, feeling my pussy responding to the memory. I looked over at the clock again. I was going to have to go pretty soon anyway if I was going to make it home in time to shower, change, and get to Samantha’s workplace to pick her up. Club V was a bit of a hike to get to from our apartment, but I’d promised her a ride to spare her from the middle of the night commute back home. If I left just a few minutes early then I might have time to work out a little of this frustration.
My eyes fell to Miss March and her hands cupping her breasts, lifting them, making her nipples jut out toward the camera. She was hot as hell and if I didn’t get out of the garage soon I was going to be fingering myself behind a stack of tires while I pictured Miss March pressing those huge tits into her face. Not that I’m a dyke or anything but hey, I’m only human.
“Hey, Dad?” I said as I peeked into his office, eager to get out of the garage and back to my apartment as soon as possible.
“Hmm?” Monosyllabic responses were the norm from him.
“I’m heading out now. I’ve got to pick up Sam later.”
He nodded without looking up from a stack of invoices. “All right, Tay. See you tomorrow.”
I hurried out to my car and hopped inside once I made sure my backside wasn’t covered with grease. I had a shower and a waterproof vibe to get home to.
The shower knobs squeaked as I turned them and the pipes rattled beneath the walls of the ancient apartment building. It would take a good five minutes or so for the water to warm to a comfortable temperature and I stripped out of my clothes and shook out my hair, running a brush through it while I waited.
My long dark hair cascaded in gentle waves and the ends just barely grazed the tips of my perky breasts, nipples hardening as the air greeted them.
The full length mirror gave me a great view of my toned body. Standing just at 5’6”, I was the definition of average as far as numbers were concerned. I grinned at my reflection. I must have inherited some of this from my mother, I thought as I turned to take a look at my round, curvy ass. It was, without question, one of my greatest assets. Firm, but soft and curved, my hips flaring out from my small waist, I knew that my body was the kind that men fantasized about. Hell, women fantasized about me, too. I had run into several people—men and women alike—over the years in the garage and now that I was legal people didn’t hesitate to make their interest known when they were in close quarters with me.
I sighed. I could have absolutely anyone I wanted, and still, there was nothing on the radar for me. No matter how hard I looked, I wasn’t finding anyone out there that appealed to me. Sure there were guys who left me feeling horny and wet, fantasizing later about what it would feel like to have them plowing into me over the hood of their cars. But deep down, I knew that I wanted more. I wanted the first one to be special—not in some mushy, ‘it must be love’ kind of way. No, I wanted a good fuck. The kind that would set the bar high.
Turning, I looked at my breasts. Sitting high and round on my chest, my nipples were centered, the size of quarters, deep pink, and hard as the rocks, I collected from the beach in the summer. I scissored my nipples between my fingers and exhaled as I squeezed my legs together. Pinching my nipples between my thumb and forefingers, I watched myself in the mirror. It was hot and I was turning myself on even more at the sight. I was so ready to be fucked, but my vibrator was going to have to do.
With the steam now filling the bathroom, I knew that the water was warm enough and I stepped inside, pulling the curtain closed. I left the vibrator on the edge of the tub, telling myself that I had to get clean before I was going to let myself have this moment. It was enough to inspire me to get the hair washing and general scrub down over quickly. As my hands grazed over the top of my mound and then against my still hard nipples, I gasped at the electric feeling and reached for my favorite vibrator.
It was pink and gold, curved perfectly to cup me, with two little silicon fingers that slipped around my clitoris. It fit me like a glove and I had to use some restraint with it. I knew exactly where to place it to bring myself to orgasm in less than a minute, but I had a little extra time and I wanted to enjoy one of the rare moments where I had the apartment all to myself.
I turned it on to the first setting, the gentle buzzing hum echoing against the shower walls. Leaning back against the tile I closed my eyes and pinched my left nipple while guiding the vibrator against my clit with my other hand. Digging through the files I kept in my memory, I thought about one of the best porn scenes I had watched recently, one that was such a delicious tease it almost felt painful to watch. A gorgeous guy with a rock hard cock was on his back, being massaged sensuously by his girl. She teased around his penis for probably ten minutes before she finally touched it, touching her tongue to the tip. He almost jumped right off the bed when she did it, but he held back and in the end, it had paid off for him. All the while she was being eaten out by him eagerly as he panted and ached for her to take his dick in her mouth.
I wouldn’t have been able to hold back. His cock was long and thick and looked like a gorgeous sculpture. I imagined taking it deep in my mouth as my cunt slid right over the top of his tongue.
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