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Hot Under the Hood: Car Mechanics Get Steamy.

As I approached the garage, I could hear the hum of engines and the clinking of tools on metal that echoed off the walls. I could smell the oil and metal, and it only made me warmer as I imagined the heat of the steamy activity inside. I entered the garage, pushing past a few cars and various tools, and as I looked around I saw two men, sweaty and greasy, working furiously under the hood of the car. As I approached, one of the men shot me a sexy smirk and I swear I could feel the electricity zinging around the place. Steamy doesn’t even begin to describe what was happening… Hot under the hood was an understatement.

Table of Contents

• 1. A Handful of Grease and a Lot of Lust
• 2. Dangerously Hot Engines and Even Hotter Mechanics
• 3. Test Driving the Temptation: It’s Going to be a Wild Ride!
• 4. Making His Cogs Turn: When Lust Overpowers Logic
• In Summary

1. A Handful of Grease and a Lot of Lust

Just a Few Flicks Away

• As his hands brushed my chest, stirring my insides, I watched his eyes settle on my own, heavy with desire – his gaze slowly drinking me in from head to toe. His left hand stayed planted on my chest, beating in tune with my own heavy heart while his right hand strayed southward, steadily finding its way underneath my hoodie.
• I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he leaned in forward, still never once breaking that electric gaze. His fingers felt like fire on my skin as he traced circles on my side; my breath hitched, and I knew we were both where we wanted to be. In my mind, we were both already far away, lost in a wordless embrace, our clothes a distant memory.

Down and Dirty

• Our eyes were still locked as we stepped away from the car, my own beckoning him to follow. I didn’t need to say a word as his hand moved to clasp mine, pulling me into our world, a world of soundless lust. He left the night to our drinks and dimmed lights, and suddenly I felt like I was living in a sensuous dream – one whose intensity could only be expressed in hushed moans and passionate gasps.
• His lips devoured every inch of me as we stumbled into the engine bay, his touch leaving a trail of grease and unapologetic arousal. The space around us filled up with thick waves of pleasure, as the great outdoors dissolved around us, my hoodie and his tool belt the only physical manifestation of reality.

2. Dangerously Hot Engines and Even Hotter Mechanics

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The sun shone through the open bay of the auto shop, creating a halo-like effect around the head of the mechanic. His muscular arms shone with sweat as he lay draped over the hood of of a pickup truck. His face contorted in ecstasy as I felt his powerful presence. He made no attempt to move as I stepped closer, my hands reaching out to explore his body.

• A gentle caress – I started with a gentle caress, lightly exploring all his contours and curves, letting my fingers slowly trace their way across his chest. His breathing deepened as my touch intensified, and soon he was writhing beneath me.
• A passionate embrace – Finally, I moved in and embraced him, pressing my body against his as we kissed with a passionate intensity. My hands found their way to the buckle of his jeans, and with a single tug they dropped to the ground. My lips followed the same trail, exploring and discovering as we kissed and moaned our way towards the inevitable.

Time seemed to stand still as we made love under that open bay. Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, perfectly synchronized. His hot breath on my neck as I moved over him hummed through me, merging with the imperfectly perfect sound of metal and tools all around us. We made love until the twilight hours before fading into the fading day light, a warm embrace still between us as we said our farewells.

3. Test Driving the Temptation: It’s Going to be a Wild Ride!

The Passenger Seat:

My heart raced as I lowered myself into the passenger seat of the sleek black racer. I’d been eyeing the car for weeks, admiring its sultry curves from afar. But now, I had no intention of admiring it from a distance.

My heart pounded against my ribcage as I glanced over at the driver. He wore an oil-stained tank top and cargo pants, but all I could see were his sculpted arms and ruggedly handsome face. His eyes locked with mine as his lips twisted into a smirk. I was like a deer in the headlights, completely immobilized.

Taking it for a Test Drive:

The rumble of the engine broke the spell, but I stayed where I was, the heat of his gaze still burning my skin. He shifted the car into gear and we started to move. I could feel his body heat next to me, the hint of his cologne the only stimulus in the silent car. He teased the accelerator, edging the speedometer past the speed limit. With each press of the gas, the vibrations of the engine reverberated through my body, and I felt my passions begin to stir.

I turned my head to face him, my gaze lingering on his ruggedly handsome face. A mischievous glint in his eye, he grinned at me before pressing his foot against the accelerator. He wasn’t holding back now, and I felt an unfamiliar thrill as we raced through the city. With every press of the pedal, our passions revved higher and higher, until a climax of pleasure seemed inevitable. We both knew what was coming, and it was going to be a wild ride.

4. Making His Cogs Turn: When Lust Overpowers Logic

That day, the gears of my heart turned over and my lust ratcheted up several notches higher. There was something about the sleek, confident way that Dave, a mechanic from a local garage, moved around the engine of the car that had me salivating. His thick palms and broad shoulders told a story of hard work, and his handsome face and never-ending smirk told another one of pure mischief.

I’d been visiting the garage for months, but never had I felt any kind of sexual sparkle in the air before. This day, it was palpable. The electricity between us felt like it was alive with possibility, and before long, it had me putting away my tools and abandoning the car with reckless abandon.

• Dave was my fantasy come alive.
• His hands were strong and agile.
• We both knew exactly what we wanted.

I followed him into his little office at the back of the garage and savored every second of anticipation that mounted in the air. He smiled seductively and dragged me into his warm embrace. His lips found mine in an eager, hungry kiss and he explored me with an urgency that made the small space positively sizzle with energy. With my hands lost in his dark hair and my body pressed against his, it felt like all the cogs within me were starting to move faster and faster. All sense of logic had been bypassed, and all that was left was burning desire.

In Summary

The blazing sun was setting on us as we finished up the repairs. I took a lingering look at my partner’s hands as he tightened the last nut. I was more than impressed with his mechanical and sexual prowess. It didn’t take long for the rising tension to boil over as we embraced in a passionate and wordless kiss, the only sound was that of our hands exploring one another, and the smell of sweat and motor oil, a heady combination.

We moved to the front seat, pushing aside greasy rags and parts, our need too strong to ignore any longer. We began undressing each other as quickly as possible, urgency tingling through each and every movement.

The night sky joined our chorus of sensation as we drove into the night, the neon signs of twilight illuminating our lustful journey. We sped away from the auto shop, warmed by the newly acquired heat, kept secret under the hood.