He wiped his hands on a tattered cloth and eyed me, from boots to beanie. I moved closer, pulled his shaggy hair and kissed him. Fuel and sweat. Greased and ground. There were no survival tips or warning lights- just desire. A primal fire consumed us, wrenching and grinding until my scream of rapture…
Browsing: grease
My hands moved methodically over the sweaty body of the young mechanic as he lay on the cold cement floor beneath me. His tight skin quivered with each precise and sensual touch – my fingertips following the curves and ridges beneath his shirt. I felt his chest expand and contract beneath my touch and I smiled as he gasped beneath me. I could feel the satisfaction between us, turning the cogs and greasing the gears.
My body hummed with excitement as I saw the master mechanic stride into the garage. His overalls fit his toned figure so deliciously that I wanted to explore every inch of it with my hands. He bent down and his greased hands lovingly handled the engine as if it were his lover. His mystery was alluring as I imagined discovering what kind of love he would make.
He slithered into me like a wrench in a tight engine, my body twisting and yielding to his hard, greasy, thrusts. Heat reached boiling as our slick cylinders moved faster and faster, until my scream of pleasure drowned out the clank and grind of the garage.
Sweat slipped and trickled across hard rippling chests, oil glinting in the fluorescent light and lingering on his lithe body. Pushed up against the hood, I could feel the heat between us, the molten liquid of my desire, stoking the blaze of his. Grease and fire became one, lust consuming us both as we explored under the hood.
He pulled my hand towards the back of the garage and into a hidden room, just big enough for us to fit. His hands were soft and slick and greasy from the engine, but to me it was like he was rubbing oil all over my body. I felt the heat of his body on mine, the warmth was like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of.