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Working in the Shop

By A.C. Dawn

Luke had been working on the motorcycle all morning. He loved to unwind after a stressful week by turning wrenches and restoring his latest project. Of course, I knew a few other ways to help him unwind and I couldn’t wait any longer for him to emerge from his basement workshop. I slipped downstairs, walking as quietly as I could in my stocking feet. I wanted to surprise him. I could only see part of him as he lay sprawled on his back under the bike. Unfortunately, I’ve never been very good at sneaking, and Luke knew I was there before I was halfway across the shop.

“Hey baby. What are you up to,” Luke asked, not stopping his work.  

“Oh, nothing,” I said on a long sigh and stood there, waiting for Luke to look at me. I bit back another sigh when his focus stayed on the stubborn bolt he was fighting with. “I brought you something to drink,” I offered in an effort to pull his attention to me.

“Thanks. That’s sweet,” he murmured absently. I ground my teeth and told myself to be patient. I knew it would only take one look. I took the time to appreciate his muscular arms and watched his biceps bulge as he heaved on the wrench. “Give me a second,” he grunted as he pulled and twisted. “I’ve almost got this.” Finally, the bolt gave way, and he pulled something free from the bottom of the bike. He slid out from under the bike and sat with his back to me. “How is your writing coming,” he asked, his eyes focused on the part in his hands.

I said nothing. I wanted him to look at me. I stood there, fiddling with a can of Coke I had brought down, and waited.  When Luke realized I hadn’t answered, he finally stopped and shot me a look over his shoulder. His hands went still, and I couldn’t help but smile. I knew it would only take one look.

His gaze traveled slowly down my body as he set the part aside and turned to face me. He took in every inch of me from my breasts spilling over the top of the sheer white negligee to the tips of my fishnet stockings. I watched his eyes darken with his lust and bit my lip. Heat and desire kindled deep within me at that look. He wanted me and it made me crazy knowing that.  

I didn’t move, though I wanted to wrap myself around him. “It’s kind of hot down here. I thought you might be thirsty,” I said with a slightly breathless voice as I took the cold can of soda and ran it down my neck and across the top of my breasts. I shivered and my nipples tightened, pressing hard against their confines.    

Luke lounged against the bike and looked at me with expectation. I grinned wickedly as I handed him the soda. He opened it automatically and sipped. His gaze never left me as I pulled over a folding chair.

I put one foot on the chair and slowly began to work my stocking down. I took my time, occasionally looking at Luke and enjoying the intent look on his face as he watched my hands. I pushed the stocking down a few inches and then let my hands run the full length of my leg, caressing from my toes up to my hip and then back to where I had stopped with the stocking. Up and down I worked, slow and deliberate. Sometimes, I would let my fingers wander up my inner thigh and skim across the flimsy lace fabric of my thong panties. I wanted to stop and touch myself, but I knew it wasn’t the time. I watched Luke watching me. I loved the way he shifted and licked his lips. The bulge in his jeans clearly telegraphed his enjoyment of the show I was giving him.  At last, I pulled the stocking off and dropped it on the floor.  

I sat on the edge of the chair and extended my other leg in Luke’s direction. 

“Help me with this one,” I asked, as I ran my hands up my leg and hooked a thumb under the elastic top.

Luke smiled and sat on the floor in front of me. My stomach went into a pleasurable freefall of anticipation as I opened my legs and looked down at him. I leaned down and kissed him gently and guided his hand to the top of the stocking. I gasped when he turned his head and brushed the inside of my thigh with his lips. Instead of pulling off my stocking, he rose to his knees and took each of my hands, placing them on the seat of the chair behind me.

“Don’t move your hands,” Luke whispered as he kissed my neck. My breath caught, and I gripped the chair hard. He dropped kisses over my shoulders and breasts as he settled once again at my feet. My heart hammered as I felt all at once like the queen of the world with this beautiful man at my feet and yet, I was at his mercy. He knew just what I liked.

My head dropped back in bliss as Luke kissed my thigh gently and traced the top of the stocking with a featherlight touch. I brought my head back up to watch as he inched the stocking down and then kissed the newly exposed skin. My core ached and clenched. I wanted to let go and guide his mouth to my center that was aflame. 

Luke kept up his slow progress, sliding my stocking down and then kissing and tasting his way back up my inner thigh, but never hitting the spot I desperately wanted him to. I stayed silent and gripped the chair furiously, wondering distantly if I could dent it. I lost myself in the delicious torture of waiting. Finally, Luke worked the stocking off my foot and sat rubbing my calf, reaching up to the juncture of my thighs and barely brushing his fingers across my sensitive, aching pussy and then back down my inner thigh to my foot. Our gazes locked, and I let all my naked need show in my eyes. 

Luke let go of my leg and rose to his knees between my legs. He kissed the top of my breasts and began to work the hooks on the back. He pulled it over the sheer fabric over my head and tossed it aside. I trembled as he feasted on my breasts, sucking and tugging at my nipples. I groaned and my hands came up to twine in his hair and pull him closer.

“More,” I demanded in a husky whisper. He laughed low in his chest and steered my hands back to where he wanted them. 

“Hands stay here or I’ll stop,” Luke whispered as he kissed my neck. A violent shiver ran through me at his words. He knew how to push every one of my buttons.  

He worked his way down my body, kissing, tasting, teasing. Finally, he sat back on the floor, and I spread my legs wide in invitation. He smiled that lazy smile that I loved and leaned in to kiss my throbbing pussy through the lacy fabric. I jerked and rocked toward him, loving the extra sensation of his hot, wet tongue through the lace. He probed deeper, and I gasped out my pleasure while maintaining my iron grip on the chair.

Tremors ran through me, leaving trails of pleasure and heat in their wake. I arched toward his deliberately light pressure and groaned as he stroked his tongue firmly over my clit. He knew that the time for teasing was done. With a groan of his own, he slid his fingers under the lace to find my slippery entrance. His tongue flicked across my sensitive bud as he eased two fingers inside me. I had no breath to moan. I just rocked my hips and he answered, thrusting deeper inside me. His mouth drove me on, hot and relentless. In moments, my climax crashed over me, and I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, pulling him closer as I ground myself against his mouth. My body stiffened and jerked as pleasure spilled through me like a tidal wave. He stayed with me until the last wild shiver ran its course. 

Slowly, I lifted my head and looked at him sitting at my feet. He looked relaxed and unconcerned, but the dark pools of heat that burned in his eyes betrayed his arousal. I remembered that I had come down here to help him unwind so I stood and turned my back on him. With a look over my shoulder, I bent at the waist and put my hands back on the chair.

Luke’s low, primal growl made me clench in response. I widened my stance and waited. His big, warm hands began to wander over my hips and ass. He pulled me back against him and ground himself against me through his jeans. I whimpered and arched my back. I wanted so much more. With a savage tug, he yanked the soaked thong down my legs, making my stomach flip. He was on the edge of his control.

Luke freed his hard cock from his pants and began to stroke the length of my dripping pussy. He pressed himself hard over my clit and then drew back to tease me by sliding just the head of his cock inside me. His hands roamed over my back and hips, and my whole body quivered with desire. Finally, his restraint broke. He slid his full length into me with one long, solid stroke. My knees went weak, but I pushed back into him. I wanted every inch of him inside me. His grip tightened on my hips and he began to move. His thrusts were languorous and slow, like he wanted to make it last all day, but they didn’t stay that way for long. I pulled myself tightly around him as he hit that sweet spot that sent pleasure rocketing through me. He quickened his pace in response and soon he lost himself in the primal rhythms of his body. He slammed into me again and again and I rocked back to meet his every thrust. He filled and stretched me with delicious heat, and I felt my body climbing again. As need and desire hummed through me, his tempo became mine.

We crashed over the edge together in one of those rare crescendos where the whole world is forgotten. My heart slammed inside my chest as I let my body fly apart in ecstasy. I felt Luke’s grip at my waist like a vice as he spilled inside me and groaned his pleasure. Lights danced in front of my eyes and for once I was thankful for the chair. I leaned forward and rested my forehead against its cool metal back. For a moment, there was only my own thudding heart, gasping breaths, and indescribable pleasure. 

Luke shifted behind me and pulled me to him. He kissed me gently and tugged me unresistingly down on his lap as he dropped into the chair. I let my head loll a bit on his chest and just enjoyed the rapid staccato of his heart under my ear. I looked up at his beloved face and got lost in the tenderness in his eyes.  

I smiled and nuzzled his neck. Quietly, not wanting to break the spell of the moment, I murmured, “I thought you might be thirsty.”


A.C. Dawn

A.C. Dawn is an active and enthusiastic author and reader of short stories, novellas, and novels. She enjoys bringing her characters to life and strives to stir the imagination of her readers. She believes the best writing touches the reader in ways they hadn’t expected and will never forget!

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