Fix My Car, Break my Heart : Part 1

Oh sweet holy mother of FUCK!! I swear that man is trying to kill me, bending over in those jeans should be a crime. My heart is about ready to explode and my face is almost on fire. Those large, capable looking, slightly calloused hands grip the front of my car as he examines the engine. Stupid piece of shit car, only a few months old and its already forcing me to push it up the road to the nearest mechanic who just so happens to be half a mile away.

Stupid car, with it's stupid seats and stupid steering wheel and stupid AC that never works. Maybe I should ask him to fix the AC while he's checking it out. His hands look like they could work magic. Oh God, those hands! I know what I'd like to have them gripping right now. His eyes are bright and hint at a playful side that I'd love to get to know.

His lips are. .. wait a second, why can I see his eyes? He's supposed to be examining my car. Fuck, he's been talking to me the whole time I was oogling his ass. He's smirking now, in an annoyingly adorable way that tells me he knows exactly where my eyes have been for the past few minutes.

"I asked how long ago you bought this car," he repeats, his voice deep with a slightly demanding tone. A tone that sends shivers through me as I imagine hearing it rumble in my ear as we lay tangled in the sheets in my bedr. .. what the hell is wrong with me?

"Bout four months ago," I reply, my face turning at least 3 shades redder as I realise how breathy my voice comes out. He turns to face me fully, leaning casually against the car, his hands propped behind him, pushing his shoulders further up, a light sheen of sweat making those chiseled beauties glisten in the hot sun.

His tongue darts out to moisten his lips, fuck, I'll bet he could do a lot with that tongue, my knees are weak just thinking about it. A bead of sweat drips down the side of his face and it's taking all of my self control not to trace it's path with my. .oh fuck, fuck, fuckitty fuck, he's been talking this whole time and I have no idea what he's talking about. I catch the word dipstick and something about watching the oil levels. I know where I'd like him to dip his stick.

Wait, why is he looking at me like that? Why the hell is he laugh. .. BALLS! I said that last part out loud by accident. My eyes are wider than they've ever been and I cover my mouth with both my hands. I've never been so embarrassed in my life.

"So like I was saying, I'm gonna need to keep your car for at least three days," he continues, folding his arms across his chest as he straightens up, his pecs bulging out from under his t-shirt with the motion.

"Alright," I squeak as I lower my hands from my mouth and turn to leave. I probably resemble a robot as I walk away, my legs stiff and my arms even stiffer at my sides as I try to regain some semblance of composure. Suddenly, a large, calloused but gentle hand grabs my shoulder and I almost scream as I spin around to face the grabber.

"You can't just leave your car there," he says as he smiles gently at me. The kind of smile you give to a small child that doesn't understand why the blue crayon won't make the picture red. Who could blame him though? I've been acting like a total idiot. He's unbearably close right now, all up in my personal space, but that's partly my fault for not stepping back when I turned around, not that I mind. His hand is still on my shoulder and I'm dying for him to bring it a little lower, maybe if I raise my shoulder a little, it just might slip and he could. .. crap, I need to get it together, answer the fucking question before he thinks I really am an idiot.

"Oh yeah, I guess, it kind of is blocking your entrance," I say slowly as I look over at my car.

"Where do you want me to push it?" I ask, as I look up at him, unable to form a coherent thought as his lips curve into a smile and a chuckle slips out of those, perfectly formed works of art. I just want to lean up and lick the beads of sweat that threaten to drip down onto his. .. oh wait, he's talking again, sigh, I could listen to that voice all day, maybe all night, moaning my name, grunting in pleasure, begging for mor.. . Dammit! I've got to get it together and listen.

"What kind of garage do you think this is? I wouldn't dream of asking a pretty lady to push her car out of the way, that's what these guys are for," he says, his face a mask of amusement as he gestures over his shoulder to two other guys I hadn't noticed before. They're sitting in the corner on a stack of what looks like bricks, thankfully playing cards and not bearing witness to what is probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. "The fact that you managed to push it all the way here is nothing short of amazing," he comments as he grins at me.

Normally I'd laugh and make some comment about girl power, but all I can do in my dazed state is grin like a goofy idiot. Pretty, he called me pretty, not the best compliment I've ever gotten but it still makes my head spin and I just want to tell him that I think he's hot as hell then kiss him from his nose down to his knees.

I'm not a germophobe but he is barefoot in the grass and if I get to his toes who knows what bacteria I would be. .. . Dammit, get it together, I'm not the kind of girl who loses it as soon as some hotter than sin guy calls her pretty. I just want to smack myself in the forehead and hope to switch my brain back on. What is it about this guy that turns my brain to mush and twists my tongue into a pretzel? Wait, why am I moving? I look down at my feet and realise they're moving as he guides me, his hand on my shoulder as we move towards the side of the building.

"Where are we going?" I ask, looking over at him. Hoping against hope as my overactive imagination takes over that he's taking me to a back room somewhere to give me what my lady bits have been begging for from the first moment I saw him. If this was a cartoon, smoke would be pouring from under my skirt and tiny men with ladders and hoses would be trying to put out the fire I wish HE would attend to. Please, please, please let this be a ruse to get me alone. My lady parts would be on their knees begging if they . .. you know. .. had knees, which, thank GOD they don't.

"You need to fill out a form, a way to contact you when your car is ready, stuff like that," he explains as he leads me into a small office-like area. Aaaand there goes my hopes that this whole 'form' think was a ruse to get me alone as he hands me the form and I do my best not to look at him as I fill it out. If I look at him, I'm quite sure I'll write something embarrassing like 'I heart the hot mechanic and want to fuck his brains out,' or something equally awkward.

"Thanks, I'll give you a call when your car is ready," he says as I hand him the form.

"Ok," I say in an embarrassing squeak as his fingers brush mine, sending a shiver down my spine straight to my. .. ..

"Is someone coming to get you?" he asks as he looks up from the form.

"No, I was just going to take the bus," I reply as I stand up, preparing to leave.

"The nearest bus stop is almost a mile away," he says. "Tell you what, I'm actually headed in this direction," he points to my address, I've printed neatly on the form. "Why don't you let me give you a ride, we close in about 15 minutes."

"I couldn't. .. " I begin to say, but he cuts me off.

"I don't feel right letting you walk all the way to the bus stop, it's gonna be dark out soon," he explains. "And if you don't mind me saying, you don't look all that well," he gestures to my flushed face, a soft smile gracing his lips.

I hesitate, how do I explain to him that it's because something about him has me all hot and bothered? That I'm terrified of embarrassing myself even further if I'm cooped up in close quarters with him?

"I'm going to worry about you getting home safe all night if you don't let me take you," he says in a soft, yet still comanding tone. Oh God, I would let him take me, I really would, all day and all night and .. .. that's probably not what he meant. Fuck, what I wouldn't give to have him 'take me' right here, right now on this desk. It would be like in the movies, we'd sweep the papers off in one swipe and I'd hop up on there and . .. oops, he's still waiting for an answer.

"Well, we can't have you worrying," I say slowly with a smile, thinking to myself that I know a much, much better way to spend the night.

"Great, just give me 20 minutes and we'll leave," he says as he turns to leave. I bite my lip and tilt my head sideways to get a better view of that tight, downright biteable ass as he turns to leave. Ouch! I almost bite clean through my lip, trying to straighten my head quickly as he turns back towards me.

"There's a shower through that door," he says as he points to a door leading out of the office. "I don't know if you want to maybe freshen up or whatever. Pushing that car all the way here can't have been fun." he explains before leaving before I can respond.

Wait, what the fuck does that mean? Is he trying to tell me I stink. Ok, ok, there's no point in freaking out over it. I raise my arm, holy crap, when did those pit stains get there, dammit! Ah screw it, it's a hot day, anyone who didn't sweat today is simply not human.

"Lady speed stick, you better not have failed me," I say as I sniff my underarm, only to hear someone burst out laughing.

"Don't worry, he just wants you to be comfortable, your deodorant is doing it's job," says one of the men I saw outside earlier. He's leaning on the window sill from the outside. Just as quickly as he appeared, he's gone, how could someone that big move that fast? Big and built like a bear, not bad looking, but nowhere near as hot as my mechanic. Oh fuck, MY mechanic, since when did he become MY mechanic. I'm going to say or do something really embarrassing on that ride home, I just know it. Maybe I should take that shower, cool off my boiling head and some other overheated body parts.

And who knows, maybe if I 'accidentally' lose track of time and take longer than 20 minutes, he'll come looking for me and then we can. .. Fuck it, I'll probably squirt soap in my eye and fall ungracefully on my naked ass, give him a few laughs before he takes me home. Probably wind up a joke that he tells his buddies over a cold beer. Oh dammit, now I'm picturing him with a bottle to his lips, tongue darting out to lick them, cleaning up any stray drops. What I wouldn't give to be that bottle.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Wanting to be an imaginary bottle in the hands of a man I barely know. Maybe if I stand near the window I'll cool off, there's a slight breeze and gaaaaah. What the friggin' FUCK! Totally clothed, that man is a work of art, half naked he's. .. oh God, my lady parts are about to overheat and explode. I can just see it now, they'll wheel me into the emergency room and the doctors will be stumped. I'll forever be known as the girl whose crotch spontaneously combusted.

Why is my face wet? Is that sweat or drool? I really can't tell, but I'm leaning towards the drool theory. My fingers ache from the way I've been gripping the window sill, so hard I can't even feel my fingertips. I don't know why he's taken off his shirt, I don't even want to know. All I want is to run outside, push him into the back of my car and screw him into a sex coma.

BALLS! Why am I at the door? My fingers are already turning the knob and I don't remember moving. Ok, ok, I run my fingers through my hair, more to get them off the door knob than anything else. I'm going to jump in the shower and stand under the cold water until I get at least some semblance of self -control back.

"Ooops, there goes my shirt, up over my head," I sing, aww dammit, gottta remember to keep my voice down. I just can't help it, everytime I take a shower, I just have to sing. I blame disney movies, all the best musical numbers happen around water.

So, here I am, totally naked in a stranger's shower, which is actually a lot . . . for lack of a better word. .. prettier than you'd think. The tiles are light brown with white patterns and suit my mechanic perfectly. FUCK! I've got to stop doing that, he's not MY mechanic, he's some random guy that I've just met. Ok, maybe he's not just some random guy, after all I am naked in his bathroo. .. Oh God, am I a slut? I've known this man for less than 15 minutes and I'm already naked within 100 feet of him.

Screw it, time to shower. Maybe he'll come in while I"m showering ? A girl can only hope. I would die happy if he walked in here and pulled off the rest of his clothes. I bet he would be all possessive and commanding. Lean down and give me a kiss that would be rough, demanding and have the ability to finish turning my brain into total and complete mush. He'd push me up against the wall, but he'd be gentlemanly enough not to let me slam my head into the tiles.

Aaaand now my hand is between my legs. Bad hand, I smack it and go back to showering. Anyway, as the water would cascade down his back, he'd pick me up and I'd wrap my legs around his waist, I bet he would pin me there. .. Ah fuck! Dammit hand, why won't you behave, leave my naughty bits alone. .. .On second thought, maybe if I get rid of some of this 'heat' I'll be less likely to make another 'dipstick' slip on the way home.

Ok, fine fingers, do your worst, or your best, what-the-fuck-ever. Cool water is sluicing down my naked body. I'm so turned on at this point I'm suprised that steam isn't rising from my skin. Anyway, in my imagination, he's pressed up against me, kissing me as his fingers slide over my nipples, soon followed by his mouth.

I can't wait any longer, if I don't get the relief I've been dying for from the moment I saw him, my crotch might just detach itself from my body and run off to find him on its own. I can just see it now, he'd be standing outside, just being his hot self, when BAM! Out of nowhere, my crotch would attack him. I can't help but giggle at the thought. My giggle quickly turns into a moan because my fingers haven't stopped their assault on my magic button of happiness.

"Take me, now!" I all but beg the imaginary version of him in the shower with me, needing him inside of me. In my mind, he starts reaching down, wanting to make sure I'm ready for him, wanting to test my wetness. Awww, that's sweet, but I'm wet, ready and need him NOW.

My fingers slam inside of me just as the imaginary version of him slams inside me. YESS! Kudos to my imagination, my own fingers have never felt this good. In my mind, his hands curl under my ass, pulling me closer as he slams inside of me, lips on my neck, driving me crazy with soft nibbles. The gentleness of his mouth a total contrast to his ever-thrusting hips, threatening to push me through the shower wall, but I'm not complaining. Quite the opposite, I'm begging for more.

Wait, where's that sound coming from? Who's moan. .. whoops, that's me. I'm so far gone at this point, I know I'm being too loud, but this feels so good I don't give a damn. A quiet voice in the back of my head tells me to shut the fuck up before someone hears me, but I can't, I just can't, it feels too fuck-tastically good.

In my mind, he's kissing me, hands sliding over me in the most equisite manner. My inner muscles are practically sucking my fingers deeper and deeper as the first waves of my climax begin to wash over me. My cry of pleasure is revertebrating off the tiled walls, filling the room, but it barely registers as my imaginary lover groans softly in my ear and disappears.

I'm leaning against the shower wall, water still running down my body as my fingers slowly slip out of me. My hands are dangling uselessly at my sides as I try to catch my breath. Suddenly it hits me just how loud I was being and I hope against hope that noone heard me.

I slip my clothes back on and after a quick debate with myself, I stuff my panties in my bag along with my bra. Normally I'd put them back on, seeing as I don't have extras, but it's a seriously hot day and they're soaked with sweat which is well. .. gross.

This bathroom is cute and all, but what I wouldn't give for a mirror right now. I run my fingers through my hair before pushing the door open. I take a deep breath as I step into the office, my lady parts are a little calmer now, I think I can handle the ride hom. .. Oh crap, crap, crap crappity fucking crap!

He's standing in the doorway, hand on the doorknob looking like he had been about to walk into the office when something stopped him. I have a feeling I know exactly what it was. Oh dear God, he's blushing and it's fucking adorable. It would be even more adorable if it probably wasn't because he just heard me getting myself off in his bathroom. Ok ground, anytime you wanna open up and swallow me is fine.

"So uh. .. ready to go?" he asks, unable to look me in the eye. Bless him, he's too much of a gentleman to change his mind about letting me walk, even after he heard me acting like a wanton whore. What kind of slut masturbates in a stranger's bathroom?

"Yes," I reply quietly. My face is so red that I'm quite sure I'm seconds away from becoming a redhead. He's walking towards a truck now. Shit, ok, deep breaths, deep breaths, get ready for what will probably be the most awkward drive of my life.

 To Be Continued. .. .Also, the mechanic's POV coming soon. ..