As I stare through the glass he emerges from underneath the vehicle and his bare chest is glistening with perspiration in the midday sun. He wipes his brow with the back of his hand and reaches for a cold bottle of water.

“He’s so fucking sexy,” I sigh. “I really want him right now.”

I sprint outside and my floral dress billows in the harsh wind. He turns around and smiles at me with a hint of naughtiness in his eyes.

“She’s coming along good,” he says. “Isn’t she?”

I roll my eyes derisively.

“I saw you watching me through the window,” he states matter-of-factly. “Then you probably know why I’m here,” I reply saucily.

He closes the hood of the car and sits close to the edge. I reach up and wipe a smear of oil off his nose and he kisses me with such raw intensity that I can feel my clit twitching in desperation. He places his large hands around my waist and I trail a line of kisses down his neck.

“Your dress is ruined,” he says as he looks at the grease stains left by his fingers. “Who cares! Just shut up and kiss me.”

He laughs at my impatience and complies with my request.

“So bossy!” he smiles. “I love it.”

He lifts my dress over my head and I am standing in my mismatched undergarments. It’s a quiet Sunday and there’s no-one around but I’m apprehensive about baring so much of my body. Who knows when someone might appear and get a glimpse of my less than perfect physique?

“Come on,” he whispers. “Let’s jump in the car.”

He opens the door and I recline on the back seat which has been recently reupholstered. He climbs on top of me and reaches backwards to close the door. I smile as he unclasps my bra and buries his face between my swollen breasts.

“You are so beautiful,” he sighs. “I love your curves.”

He massages my breasts with his masculine palms and slips one of my hardened nipples into his mouth. As he swirls his tongue I moan softly into the crook of his neck and his skin prickles with heat. I close my eyes and breathe in his earthy scent.

“You smell wonderful.”

Using two fingers he slides off my undies and I spread my legs, allowing him access to my moist, needy pussy. The corners of his mouth turn upward as he notices how wet he makes me.

“How much do you want me?”

He winks at me slyly and kisses me on the lips.

“Too fucking much!” I giggle as I place my hands against his strong torso.

Instead of diving straight for my clitoris, he caresses my inner thighs with his tongue. I groan loudly as he carefully strokes my labia between his thumb and index finger.

He moves his mouth over my engorged clit and I shiver with excitement. He gently sucks on my tingling nub and I cry out in a moment of pure ecstasy.

“You like that don’t you?” he asks.

“Mmm hmm,” is the only response I can manage.

He gazes upon my red cheeks and tenderly runs his fingers through my hair. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Oh yes!” I scream enthusiastically.

My body feels warm, like a soft fire ignited by his tender touch. I grasp his strong shoulders, my senses heightened as he enters me, filling me completely.

"We're truly meant to be together," I whisper with a sigh, lost in the moment.

"I know it, baby," he replies, his voice filled with certainty. "We are a perfect match."

He moves in and out, each thrust deepening the connection, my muscles responding in rhythm. His pace quickens, and I feel his heartbeat against mine.

"You're close," I breathe, my voice trembling with anticipation. "And so am I."

A wave of ecstasy washes over me as he climaxes inside, his cries echoing my own. Our bodies surge together, reaching the peak simultaneously.

"I… I hope no one heard us," I manage to say, gasping for air, my heart still pounding.

“I doubt it,” he reassures me.

We both sit upright and he holds me in his muscular arms. I rest my head against his chest and listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart. He kisses my forehead and sighs with contentment.

“That was wonderful,” he says.

“I needed that.”

I look around at the interior of the car and it is almost unrecognisable from the wreckage he towed into the yard only a few weeks ago. I admire his handiwork and smile up at him adoringly.

“So, what do you think?” he asks.

“You’ve put in a lot of effort. She’s looking great.”

“It sounds like you’re warming up to her?”

“Maybe a little,” I smirk.

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