He laid me across the hood of the car and I haemorrhaged in anticipation. His lips grew hungrier as they combed the contours of my neck, my mouth, my chest.His breathtaking caresses sent me spiralling towards greener heavens, and I could hear the engine of my heart roaring with pleasure.
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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…
He opened my hood and plunged his hand inside; wanting to know not just what made me run, but what made me purr. His fingers delved, exploring, and our sparks melted my engine, sending a satisfying growl through us both. I felt alive beneath his wild touch.
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.
The engine was ready, his fists greased and slick with oil. As he ran his hands along the handles of the wrench, my heart raced. He stepped closer and I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the whispers of lust in the air. His lips parted and he looked deep into my eyes, that was all the invitation I needed. We were free to express our longing, hidden by the rumbles of the garage. My oil-covered heart plunged head first into an all-consuming passion.
He moved into me like a steam engine, pushing and pistoning, driving deeper and deeper until I felt every last inch pinned tightly within me- cinching and tightening until I screamed out in ecstasy. My rapture of passion was his engine, and finally, we burned together in flames of erotic union.
Maddening sweat rolling down the torsos of muscled mechanics like rain cascading from the overheated sky. The strong smell of motor oil, lube and diesel merging with the musky, carnal aroma of two passionate males. Lustful bodies slipping and sliding as they moved together with urgent abandon. Hot and greasy sex in the garage was the sexual equivalent of an engine revving at full throttle.
His fingers gently caressed my chest, slowly sliding down, and getting lower. His face glowed with pure sexual hunger as his palms flexed around my body. The distinct smell of oil and mechanical grease filled the air as his mouth explored mine. We ripped off our clothes and used the hard metal of the car as a bed, as the engine sputtered and throbbed, heating up with our passion.
The garage smelled of motor oil and man sweat as I fixed the midnight blues of his classic ’63. As I hovered in my crouched position by the open hood, the heat of his gaze burned like smouldering coal. He stepped closer, his eyes smoldering, and I felt weak from his alpha presence. His lips were a whisper away as he asked for my number, and my very soul shuddered in anticipation.