I had been at the garage for almost ten years and was in my early sixties. The garage had become my second home, and also the place that unblocked certain problems that I had in my head. I could never understand why the young mechanics could possibly have had an interest in an old girl like me.
I was always going to be the only female in the garage, which suited me just fine. Each Wednesday morning, I would go out into the yard where the second-hand cars were for sale, and make general notes about them. There were always two valets usually, student types, washing and polishing the cars.
They were only there for a few months in between college time, then replaced by two others. I always made quite sure that I was nicely dressed on Wednesdays, because thanks to me, the valets spent more time wanking than attending the cars. I loved to tease and what was better than allowing the students to peep up my dress. You could say it was good for the three of us.
There had always been something that I wanted to do at the garage, but I was not brave enough. I used to fantasise about it when I was in bed, very often when I was teasing my clitty with my wet fingertips. I can honestly say that I felt hornier in my sixties than I had ever felt.
The writing on the walls in the mechanics' toilet was very explicit. Did I find it offensive? Not at all, I even enjoyed looking at the crude drawings, usually when my knickers were around my ankles and I was enjoying a heavy piss. I had from time to time considered leaving my fresh off knickers on the peg behind the cubicle door, but it would have been a little obvious as to who had left them.
I think it was a Friday in November when during the early evening there was the most violent thunderstorm. The lights in my flat flickered and died. I had a look out of the window, and the whole area was in darkness. I remember this because it was my birthday. I fumbled about in one of the kitchen drawers and found a couple of candles, which was just as well because I couldn't see a thing.
Earlier that day we all went down the pub to celebrate my birthday. The mechanics were jostling to sit closet to me. Imagine it, six good cocks and one rather mature slit. I never went back to the office that afternoon but headed straight to my flat. I wasn't drunk, just a little tipsy.
I had a sandwich of ham and pickle before going to sleep in my armchair. I woke about 6 pm which would have been about an hour before the storm arrived. I felt like I hadn't had quite enough.
There was an almost full bottle of sherry leftover from Christmas in the cupboard. One glass became two, and then three, and finally four. Not only was I drunk, but my juices were flowing quite freely because I knew that the time had at last arrived for me to live out my most daring fantasy.
I almost threw off my office clothes and relished the feeling of freedom. My old black raincoat was all that was needed. As I stepped out of the front door of my flat the storm duly arrived. The garage was only a few minute's walk away. I took the shortcut through a very dark alleyway. I felt so safe within the security of the darkness.
Within a couple of minutes, my raincoat was in a heap against a wall. I had always enjoyed being naked at night in the rain, usually in Black Crow Woods with one of my brothers. The storm was almost overhead, and the heavy rain lashed my nakedness, it was as if I was being punished for being a bad girl.