“What is it” she asks looking puzzled.
“Be at the same place as last time at 2.30pm and you will find out won’t you “I say with a grin.
I meet her 2.30 pm outside the back workshop, over her shoulder was a brown bag, she looked around to make sure no one see’s then asked if we can go inside. I let her in then lock the big doors behind us and turn on the lights, in the middle of the workshop there is a golden brown 1982 GMC High sierra complete with chrome Bull Bars on the front and matching side steps. I have to admit, it was a thing of beauty.
Lynn was open mouthed and goggle eyed when I turned to face her, she rushed over and began to stroke and run her hands over it, taking her time and walking all the way around she touched it and admired it.
“It’s a friend’s, he asked me if I could jack it up and inspect it before he buys it from an importer, I thought you might like to see it before it goes back in the morning”.
Grinning from ear to ear she dropped her bag and hugged me tight. ”Thank you for thinking of me, I feel so special” We begin kissing, frantically, passionately, I love the feel of her full lips on mine, our tongues meet and play, her hands are all over me, I can sense the eagerness in her.
Her lips mash against mine, her warm cheeks on mine, sexily she starts kissing my neck and ears sending me into a sexual frenzy, I run my hands over her breasts and down to her waist and roughly pull her in closer.
“I want your cock in me” She quietly whispers into my ear, her hands are on the front of my work dungarees, 1 by 1 she releases my buttons allowing them to fall to the floor, before I know it a hand is in my pants and rubbing my cock whilst another is on my bum pulling me into her, I groan into her neck, she starts wanking and caressing my cock, she tells me my T-shirt is in the way so I take it off. Lynn runs a hand down my chest and on to my shaft using 2 hands to pleasure me, 1 cup’s my balls as the other plays with me.
“Close your eyes and let me treat you to something special” She says.
My eyes close as I wait to be devoured. Lynn first places 1 of my hands on the cold Bull bars then the other, I quiver with anticipation and goose bumps raise up all over my body. I hear a funny sound like a zip, I hope it’s her jeans, then another zip, my curiosity is peaked, finally in 2 swift moves I feel both wrists are tied to the bars.
I shoot my eyes open to find Lynn smirking at me”. I told you last time we should change roles, now be a good boy and stay quiet, I promise you won’t regret it of you do as I tell you” Lynn kisses me on the lips and picked up her bag.
“I will be 5 minutes, no one can get in so no one will see you except me, please be patient and you will be richly rewarded” She saunters to the toilets behind me and is gone.
“Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to” She shouts on her return.
I nod and obey.
“Now open them”
She stands in front of me like a warrior queen, her sumptuous body poured into a glossy dark red corset with flowing flame red hair, dark eye makeup and lips to match, her legs are encased in black stockings and her womanhood is hidden seductively behind a pair of black lace knickers.
My dungarees are around my ankles whilst my naked torso rests against the metal frame, I am strapped to the bull bars, a zip tie on each wrist. Powerless to stop her stroking and caressing my rigid cock.
“If you break free you can have me” Lynn teases.
Casually she removes her knickers, pulling them down agonisingly slowly to reveal her mass of short tight curly red pubic hair, stroking them and curling them in her fingers, the middle finger of her right hand slips between her pussy lips as she begins to excite her clit, my eyes are fixed on her movements as she makes sure I can clearly see her persuading her body to spring into life, then she sits on the grey plastic chair directly in front of me, her legs open and her vagina on display.
“Maybe you need some encouragement my slave”.
She dips 2 fingers inside herself and slowly withdraws strands of her love juice stretch from her fingers to her enticing hole; she buries her fingers deep to the knuckle then takes them out for me to view.
I struggle and try to pull myself free of my bonds, I wrench and wriggle but to no avail, I sigh in despair as she smiles at me, pins and needles in my fingers tell me I might have tried too hard in my attempts.