Another Saturday here at the garage. I’ve been running these departments for what seems like forever now. Every day, the same thing. Cars line up to get fixed, we try to fix ‘em, no one’s ever happy. 730am it starts, 7pm its over. Back for more. Saturday’s are the worst – talk about tedious – it’s just babysitting. Could be home doing a lot of things that aren’t this…but that check keeps coming in and, in reality, after 25 years, what else do I know how to do? Not much – it’s been my only job since high school.
Well, hope we don’t have any problems or stupidity to deal with today. Just a smooth, money maker that keeps everyone smiling and we can all go home and enjoy our one day off this week. Weather’s warming up this week, so that will help the mood. And, maybe we’ll catch a glimpse of some T&A since the winter coats are put away for the season. Maybe a couple cute college girls will come in to get the oil changed for the spring break trip…maybe a nice, big titted MILF…hmmm. OK, now we’re talking… Ahhh, it never pans out anyway. Ha! At least they can’t suck the life out of our daydreams here.
Wonder what’s going on out on the drive? Better check things out, make sure our customers are handled, things are going smooth. Looks like one pulling up now, little minivan. The guys are on the phone, I’ll help them out and greet the customer.
“Hi, welcome to WestEnd Auto – I’m Sal – can I help you out?” “Yes, thanks – I have a warning light on – I’m supposed to go tomorrow and pick up my kids from their grandma’s tomorrow and don’t trust to drive it” “ No problem” I say “ We can get it in and check it out” “Hold on while I get one of my guys to write you up”
I went to Carl, he didn’t look as busy and told him to get the lady written up. I returned to the paperwork awaiting in the service office. As I sat down, I looked out the window and watched to make sure she was helped. Then she got out of the car..”Good Lord!” I said to myself. I should payed more attention! Now, she wasn’t “gorgeous” or – even “pretty”, but she was not unattractive. About 5’4”, maybe 130lbs, short dark hair – you know, that “mommy cut” -that easy to take care of and “get everyone out of the house and off to school look “ . She had a nice, defined waist and some mommy curves, cute face, but no make up, but nice skin. She was dressed for a Saturday of house work, I imagine. Cotton Capri pants, one of those baseball long sleeve t’s, gray with red sleeves. But now, having her stand there outside her car, I see my dream come to life! How could I have missed that? I looked right at her in the window of the car!
Anyway, there they are – two round, cantaloupes under that tshirt, hanging damn near her waist . They were kind of squished together and I could see the outline of a heavy duty bra under the shirt – 4 hooks for sure, I chuckled. Obviously, one of those minimizer bras I hate – squeeze them all in so it looks like they’re smaller. Come on! Be proud of those babies. In any event, they are big and floppy, waiting to be released from their captivity. After a life time of inspecting huge, floppy MILF udders as a second career, I knew there was gold in them thar hills. I bet when you release those fun bags, they flop past her belt line, with some nice, big stretched out nipples point straight south. MMMM! I can almost taste them! I need to get a closer look. I’ll let her settle in the lounge and go in for a look-see. I bet they are sitting in her lap while she reads some outdated Time magazine. Well, for now, back to work. I’ll go check in a few. The phone on my desk rings, “Yeah, Carl – what’s up?” Carl says “ Hey, that lady with the van? She needs a ride home – we need this thing all day. The shuttle driver is MIA and she’s getting antsy – got someone to take her home?” My first thought was to send the carwash kid, so I tell Carl “Have Rudy take her in the parts truc..wait – cancel that. You know what, I better go – I don’t want the wash to get behind” (Or, I now have prime opportunity to watch those udders jiggle down the road all the way home) “Let her know I’ll pull my car up in just a minute” Carl replied “Thanks, Boss – I am running like crazy and don’t need that one whining to her husband we made her wait” I pull my car around and go inside to find her. Just as I suspected, an old magazine in her hands – sorry, it was People – I was close though. Yes, there they are, resting comfortably on her thighs.. oh, I love how those tshirts follow every curve. And look! Mmmm – just as I suspected, those nipples are thick and pointing down and out, just like I like them. Even that industrial sling she’s wearing can’t keep ‘em contained! They look like big, thick radio knobs, waiting to be tuned in and turned up! “Mrs. Martin?” I called. She looked up – “I’m going to give you a ride home so you don’t have to wait any longer” She replied “ Thank you so much – I have a hundred things to get done before I leave for my Mom’s up north to get the kid’s tomorrow” “No problem, happy to do it” ( more than you know ). I lead her to the car parked outside the door. I watch her as she rises from her seat. She does have a cute little body – she’s no model, but who wants one? I see her toes match her fingernails..hmmm – looks like she might clean up OK. What I see of her legs in those capris, they are nice and smooth, a nice olive complexion – maybe Greek? Italian? Slavic? Well, very American now, whatever the case. Her tits? Yes, all I imagined. As she rose, they swung forward a bit, swayed together slightly and then came to rest just above her belly button, their free fall prevented by the hardware holding them back. Maybe a little tummy – just a bit, like a good MILF should, nicely rounded ass as I follow her out, with well defined hips. Yeah, a woman’s body – real woman’s body. I open the door and she enters the car, sits down. She immediately grabs the seat belt and drags it across her huge tit, I see the nipple start to emerge once more in that split second. Wait! Is that shirt damp right there? Hmm, can’t tell. Probably not, just wishful thinking. Did you ever want to be a seat belt? Ha! I look from above, they are glorious. Their proportion hidden by the over sized shirt and the restraining bra, but from here, you can see they protrude out 8-10” from her chest, the seat belt trying to separate the well snugged pair. Wow… I get in the drivers seat and start to pull away. “So, where too?” “ Oh, not far – maybe 6-8 miles – go North on Culver and I’ll tell you when to turn” I kept looking down at them, hoping she didn’t catch on. She was oblivious as far as I could tell. I had pulled my seat all the way back and hers forward, so I could catch a profile view on the way. They didn’t really jiggle and bounce, even though that road is notoriously ill maintained and bumpy. The just kind of gave a heave and then plopped right back down over each bump. Damn! They must be fucking heavy! Wow! “So, going to pick up the kids?” “How many? How old? Do you stay home with them? Work? What business is your husband in”. I threw out several questions to get some conversation started. She replied as I had hoped, kind of gave me a story once I got her talking, obviously shy. “Well, I have two – one 12, the other only 6 months” I knew it! I bet I did see a wet spot on the shirt. Note to keep checking on that. “Actually, first time I’ve been away from her, but I needed a weekend to myself with everything going on” I paused with her, hoping she would continue and she did. “See, maybe too much information – you surely don’t want to here it…but, I am going through a tough change” “ I just got divorced after 20 years. I got married right out of high school – guess that gives away my age” she smiled a bit. “ Anyway, I think we both thought that a second child was going to change things, but it didn’t. He likes ‘em younger and prettier and …you know – he wants Barbie . Problem was, he kept getting Barbie and I couldn’t take anymore” “ So, the last year has been hell. Moved into my own condo, trying to raise two on my own. He gives up the money, but other than that, just forgot we exist I think. I feel bad for my 12 year old. She’s old enough to figure it out… I send her to my parents as often as I can – both to catch up on things and , she loves it there, gives her some security” I think to myself, wow, getting deeper than I needed to, but, what the hell. I’ll be the shoulder to cry on if I can keep eyeing those juggs. “ So, I don’t work, just raising the two. Sorry to be so chatty – I only get minutes of adult conversation at best” We keep driving and she says up a few more miles to the turn at Rt16. Traffic is horrendous – why do they pick Saturday to completely rip up a road? What’s wrong with nighttime?. She is getting a little uptight, it seems. Squirming a little in her seat. “Does my driving make you nervous?” I ask. “No, she said “ just really anxious to get home and get my chores done” I say “wow – you’re dedicated! I look for excuses to not do them!” She giggled. “ Well, one of them won’t wait much longer” I say “ So, been a long time since that fridge got cleaned out, huh? Afraid of what’s growing” I laughed. “No” she said giggling “ even more urgent if you ask me” “ Ok – I’ll ask” She turned red and looked away, a little grin.”See – too much information - I knew this would happen – I’m too out of practice talking to grown ups” “Spill it” I say “come on now – don’t leave me hanging” She looks away again and say, “ I really need to pump – it’s been 8 hours now, and I feel like I’m going to burst! I should have done it before I left this morning, but I knew I need to get that car fixed and just plain forgot.I have been trying to ween my little one – that’s one reason for the weekend trip.