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It was a mystery how it was done, but the proof was right there in the garage at the local auto shop. It seemed like just yesterday it was a rusty clunker with no promise of ever amounting to anything, and now, it was perfect. It was just like I had always seen it in my dreams. My 1969 Camaro was the definition of perfection, and I hadn’t even looked under the hood. It was dark blue with white racing stripes and a white interior. There was not even a glimmer of that old bucket of junk shining through on this masterpiece now. I had to find the mechanic that was responsible. I had to shake his hand and tell him how great of a job he did. My car that I had always wanted but could never afford was here.
I went inside to pay the bill, which would be undoubtedly expensive, but now that I had my own business going and I had lots of profit coming in, I could afford this. I needed to do something for myself. I hadn’t had the chance to reward myself for all my hard work. Between the young kids, my soon-to-be-ex-wife and my job, I didn’t have much time for me anymore.
I walked through the doors and jingle bells went off. I went to the counter and rang the bell to alert the staff that they had a customer. As I waited for someone to assist me, I took a look around. The store was pristine. It was clean and smelled of motor oil…nice. I heard the door open behind me and I turned around. A big guy that looked like the definition of a grease monkey came out.
“Can I help you?” He grunted.
“Yeah, I’m here to pick up the Camaro.” I felt pride as I said those words.
“Oh, she’s a beauty.”
“Yeah, who worked on her? I would like to thank them personally.”
“Oh, that would be Billie. Bill worked real hard on that thing, and it shows, I think.”
“Oh, I agree. Is there anyway I could thank him personally?” The man behind the counter laughed a little and nodded.
“Yeah, you can meet him. Just pay the bill first and I will take you back to him.”
“The way the grease monkey was mocking me was just a little annoying, but nothing could get me down right now. I was on cloud 9 because of my car.”
I paid my bill and the man led me through the back doors.
“Billie might be working on a car, but I’ll let him know you are here.”
“OK.” I didn’t understand why he was referring to him like that.
“Hey, Billie, the owner of the Camaro wants to see you.” A muffled voice responded. I couldn’t make it out clearly, but it didn’t sound like an old guy. Maybe it was a young teenager or something like that. I heard they were recruiting for really good mechanics straight out of junior high these days. “Billie will be with ya in a minute. Take a seat.” He gestured toward the metal barrel sitting on the side of the garage. I cringed as I remembered I was wearing my nice suit for business meetings later on.
“That’s Ok.” I smiled politely as the grease monkey shook his head and walked back inside. I waited for a minute for the mechanic to finish his work.
A few moments later a much slimmer grease monkey emerged from the shadows of the garage. He walked up to me. I was right. He was just a young kid. No muscle tone, no tall stature. Those were things a man learned to compensate for with age.
“You must be Billie. Did you work on my Camaro?” The boy made a grunt sound and nodded. “I just had to thank you personally. It looks amazing. You did a great job, dude. What is under the hood?” I asked as we walked back over to the Camaro.
“Well,” This kids voice was not very manly at all. It was soft almost like a whisper. “What you were working with before, just wasn’t going to cut it. So, I put in a 450 crate engine right off the bat, and I went ahead and put in a B&M Shiftkit and 2100 stall holeshot converter. I followed that with just the necessities you would need to really impress in a car like this.”
I dropped my pants and dropped to my knees. I put my face between her thighs and breathed her in. I mouthed her pussy through her panties and she began to move into my mouth. She moaned and rolled her hips, and finally I could not take it anymore. I pulled her panties to the side and kissed her lightly on her pussy lips. Then, I spread her open. I looked at her pink folds and felt my mouth water. It had been so long since I had tasted pussy. My ex-wife never let me do it, and it was a shame because I loved doing it so much. I slowly took one solid stroke from deep in her pussy to her clit. She shivered and writhed beneath me. I kept licking and stroking her, until she was shaking and contracting before my eyes.
When she finally calmed, I stood up. If she thought my cock was impressive before, she was going to die now. I leaned over her and positioned myself at her opening. She looked up at me with glossy eyes and I knew she was ready for more. I pushed myself in her tight opening and buried myself to the hilt inside of her. I stroked my cock in and out of her. Then I sped up. Then I fucked her harder. She wrapped her legs around me and she sank her teeth into my shoulder as she neared her release. Finally, I gave her one more deep thrust and felt her pussy contract tightly around my cock. That contraction made me cum, hard. I cried out for her and she screamed and moved her hips against me as I came.
I leaned down and kissed her. I knew this summer would be a good one as long as I had my two favorite things: The girl of my dreams and the car of my dreams.
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