Mr. Haner stood in front of her black Volkswagen polo. He was slightly leaning over the open hood of her car. His brown eyes inspecting her engine, he had a look of concentration on his face. While his long sensual fingers moved through the engine, trying to find the problem that had made her car blow up in smoke.

Lia stood to the side watching him, her mind was racing on how amazing it would feel to have that man in between her legs, she always fantasized about doing a mechanic, but she always had bad luck in finding a hot one. It's always been fat, greasy, sweaty, balding mechanic's that she encountered when her previous car went to hell.

But fuck was this one sexy, with his overalls hanging loosely on his wide torso, the long sleeves tide across his hips as his wife beater clung to his sweat covered skin. He was all man. His body was ripped with tight hard muscles. His strong arms were coated in colorful tattoos by the looks of it he was definitely a monster fanatic. And she loved that.

But the part of him that had her heart thumping, was his perfect God given face. From his chocolate-colored eyes to his button nose that gave her the urge to go over to him and simply poke it while he stood nonchalantly over the open hood of her car. And that smirk that was plastered upon his thin lips made him sinful. His high cheek bones were adorned by adorable freckles. His face was perfection. His black shoulder length hair looked silky soft, but what made him look sexy was his black fedora that laid neatly on top of his head and under it was a black bandana.

He looked up at her his eyes looking her over before he met her eyes. He licked his lips sexually before speaking; "Well, Ma'am I see here that you have a cracked radiator" he said his southern accent making her shiver.

Fuck that just made her hot, and the temperature of this place wasn't helping her at all. "A what?" she asked confused. He laughed at her confusion as he cleaned his grease covered hands with a white towel. Well it used to be white.

"Your radiator, Ma'am, where you put in the water to keep the engine cool, the tube has a crack in it. That's why your car overheated" he said his accent making it kind of hard to understand him.

She still felt confused, it wasn't like she knew anything about cars expect how to start it up and turn it off. She didn't even know how to put gas it the damn thing. She smiled at him; "Well, how long would it take to fix it?" she asked while she fixed her short skirt.

"It will probably take three days seeing that it's a Volkswagen. I have to order the part from the store in the next town" he said as his eyes scanned her body once again. He licked his cupid bow lips and turned to her car again. He closed the hood and looked back at the beautiful girl in front of him.

"Fuck me" she mumbled to herself.

But he heard her clearly; "I sure would fuck you" he said his southern drawl making her instantly wet.

Her gray eyes opened wide at his bluntness. He smirked at her as he walked closer to where she stood. "And I know for a fact you won't mind me doing so" he said as he stopped inches away from her.

She looked up at him seeing that he was at the least 5 inches taller than her short self. She licked her lips and took in his scent. He smelled like sweat, a bit of grease and Irish Spring with a hint of cigarette. It was simply intoxicating.

Her eyes landed on his name tag that had Haner written on it. No first name just a last name. So, she had to call him by that then simply Haner.

"Well, Mr. Haner what are you waiting for then, an invitation?" she asked while arching an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled as his strong muscular arms wrapped around her tiny waist pulling her against his sweat covered body. Her skin burned with desire as this boy because he's wasn't an old man he was very young, probably just hit eighteen but, fuck was he all man and by the feel of his hard on he was ready to go.

She wasn't old, she was only twenty-two but she felt like a cougar. But as his lips met hers in a lust filled kiss all was forgotten. Were they were or even that someone could probably walk in and find the show of their lives.

He picked her up making her skirt ride all the way up, exposing her dark red panty. He laid her on top of the hood of her car, their lips never leaving one another.

His lips left hers, and went to her neck he suckled her soft spot making a moan leave her lips. His fingers caressed her bare legs creating goose bumps on her flesh. His left hand lingered in between her thighs making her inpatient. She wanted to feel his caress there. The desire to feel him was intense. He was making her fantasy a reality.

The petite girl laying under him was his fantasy come true. Her dark red hair, her heart-shaped face and her eyes those fucking eyes. It was like staring at a storm that just started brewing. Her lips were soft and silky, her pale skin flawless.

Her body trembled underneath him and he liked the feel, the sense that he was making her react like that. He smirked when he felt her fingers pass through his hair pushing his bandana and his fedora to the back, until he felt them roll down his back. He groaned as her fingernails passed through his skull, making him shiver. The feel of it making his member twitch.

He pushed his hips against hers, his hardness pressing against her sex. A moan escaped her lips, her fingers pulling his hair lightly.

He pulled away, his hands coming to the hem of her tank top. He pulled it up. She arched her back at the feel of his fingers brushing against her hot flesh. She was soon half naked under him, his eyes locked on her breasts. He cupped one in his left hand pressing it lightly, as his mouth attached on the other one. He suckled on her hard bud, biting and sucking. He passed his tongue all over her breast, her soft skin felt amazing against his tongue. She moaned his name as she arched her back. He looked up at her, smirking; "Babe, call me Brian. Haner makes me feel like my father" he said while winking at her. She nodded.

He went to her other breast doing the same. He wanted to taste so much of her. He wanted to taste every inch of her flesh. Every part over her body.

He went up once again capturing her lips with his own. The kiss was intense. Their tongue fought an endless battle. Her hands went to the hem of his wife beater, pulling at the hem. He pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips as he stood up. He pulled the article of clothing of his body, giving her a better view of his toned body. He was breathtaking, simply a walking work of art.

She smirked as he leaned back in. She pushed him back as she slid of the hood of her car. "Can you lay down, Brian" she said her eyes sparkling wickedly.

"Yes, Ma'am" he said smirking.

He laid down on the floor as she walked over to him slowly taking of her skirt until it soon fell to the ground.

"You like what you see, don't you Brian?" she asked her voice husky.

"Yes, Ma'am I like a lot" he said smirking as his eyes ravished her body.

Soon her fingers, held the waist band of her dark red panty, she smiled at him as she slowly let it slip from her body, until it laid at her feet. She kicked them away.

Then she went on her knees and undid the tied sleeves and slowly pulled his overalls to his ankles, she pouted as she got caught against his working shoes. But soon her fingers undid the tights from his shitkickers. She pulled them of throwing them behind her. The first hit the floor followed by the second one. His socks flew up next silently falling to the floor. She then pulled his overalls off of him. She flung them behind her, not caring were they landed.

She gave him a loving smile as her eyes landed on his bare sex. She licked her lips and leaned forward taking it in her hand. She looked at him as she took him in her mouth. Sucking and licking it until he couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck, shit stop or I'm going to blow Ma'am" he grunted out. She stopped a pout appearing on her sweet lips.

"But you taste so good, Bri" she said while straddling him.

Lia's stormy eyes locked with his brown orbs. She took his member in her hand, stroking it softly. She gave him a wicked smile as she gently rubbed him against her entrance. He grunted at the feel of her wet sex against his sensitive head. He closed his eyes as she slowly took every inch of him inside of her. Fuck was she tight, and the feel of her hot core drove him insane. He wanted to pound inside of her madly. Lia moved her hips in a circling motion making Brian grunt, he moved up hitting her spot dead on causing a loud moan to fall from her lips.

He smirked and did it again. Lia rode him wildly, moving her hips differently every time, going up and down meeting his thrust. Moans and groans filled the garage.

Brian was getting tired of being ridden not that he minded but he was always the one to dominate and he wanted to show her what he was made of. He gripped her hips gently, pressing her body against his own. He stood up, with her attached to him. Brian placed her back against the wall and thrust inside of her in one single move filling her up, hitting the spot that made her scream dead on.

Lia screamed Brian's name as she orgasm-ed. Her legs were trembling already and felt weak wrapped around his hips. He moved harder inside of her as her nails dug deeply in his back, making him even hotter. He liked to feel the sting of her nails inside his back. He always liked it, and always will. This role play game will always be a part of him and his wife Alia as he likes to call her by her full name.

He felt his balls tighten and he knew he was close. He kissed her, his hands caressing her hips. She was perfect and she was his only his. She was the girl for him, freaky, wild, sweet, sexy, beautiful, funny, sensual Alia Rose Haner. His fucking wife.

He closed his eyes and kissed her long and hard as he spilled his seed inside of her, her orgasm following his own. He felt her legs once again trembling around his waist as he rode out their orgasms. It felt good, well more like amazing.

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