The Camaro   added 7 years ago
  By: angelkitty  Age: 30  Country: United States

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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.”
“Like what?” I was already impressed. Not just by the car, but by the mechanic. This kid really knew his stuff.
“Well, HiPo cam, port and polish head job, .030 over bore, flat top pistons, 10.5:1 comp, 2.02/1.60 valves…”He took off his heat and long brown hair fell out and billowed over his shoulders. Now that his hat was off, I really looked at his face. That was not boy. That was a woman, and a gorgeous one at that. “ Accel header plugs, Edelbrock intake, Edelbrock 600cfm carb, hedman headers, Mallory Comp 9000 Breakerless Distributor. Also MSD Ignition, Taylor plug wires, Crane Cams Vacuum Canister.


When she stopped talking, I was just staring at her. This chick really knew her stuff and I was still so caught up on how gorgeous she was. She had dark, seductive eyes and full lips. Her skin looked soft and her neck looked kissable.


“Are you still listening?” She looked up at me and I was totally wowed.
“Um, yeah. I’m just surprised that you did all this.”
“Why? Because I am a girl?” She looked at me as if she were sizing me up for a fight. I wanted to take a step back, but at this point, I really had to assert my man hood. “You know, some girls like the same things guys like.”
“Usually, you girls are into shopping and perfume and make-up and…I don’t know decorating… or something like that.”
“Well, this girl, likes cars and the smell of fuel and detailing a classic, such as yours, and…I don’t know sex...or something like that.”


If I wasn’t mistaken I could have sworn I felt my cock stir beneath my suit. I didn’t try to adjust, there was no way I could do it and not be caught. This one was bold. I always liked bold. Which was something my ex-wife was not. She was always timid and never took a dominant stance. Seeing as how I was running the show in all aspects of my life, I could do with a little dominance from someone else.
“Well, in that case I am impressed.”
“With what? The car…or me?”
“Is it wrong to say both?”
“I was hoping that was what you would say.”
“Why?”
“Because I see your hard on and I was hoping that that was for me.” He gave a sexy smile and walked behind the front of the car which was out of view from anyone else. I followed her.
“What?”
“Do you want me, or not?” She slowly unzipped her coveralls and revealed an amazing body with curves that would give a lesser man a heart attack. She unzipped her coveralls all the way down and then pulled the sides apart. She wore a tiny tank top that hid nothing and a pair of jeans that dipped so low he could taste her without undoing a single button.


“Oh Yeah” I answered in more of a moan than words. I walked to her and pressed myself against her. My cock was straining against my pants and I felt ridiculously overdressed for this occasion. She must have been reading my mind because she grabbed my waistband and pulled me closer. She unsnapped the first button and then the second. Then, she pulled down the zipper and opened my pants. She pulled down my boxers and my cock leapt out at her. As if she had been a starving woman, she grabbed my cock and sunk her lips down onto it. Her tongue was warm and soft as it touched every inch of my member. I grabbed the back of her head and wrapped her long hair in my fingers. She took my cock deeper and deeper with every thrust I made into her mouth. Soon, I was moaning and shaking, that was when I stopped and pulled her up to me.


“We have to stop that, before this party ends too early.” I growled into her ear.
“Oh, we don’t want that.” She giggled. I grabbed her coveralls and shoved them off of her. Then, I unfastened her jeans and tugged them off of her. I gently lay her down on the hood of my car and tore my shirt off as she went down. I took a moment to revel in the sight of a beautiful woman like her lying on the hood of my new car. It was maddening how turned on I was.

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.


In the moments that followed, I felt her softness contrast with the sleek coolness of the car. I smelled her sweet scent as it lingered around us and the fumes of the garage mixed in the air. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at her.
“That was amazing.”
“Yeah, it was.” She answered in a breathless whisper.
“So can I convince you to make house calls? You know to…I don’t know…do touch up jobs on the car…?”
“Um…” she looked at me sideways and smiled. “Yeah, I think so.”

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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