Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2011 18:15:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mitchell Capslock <mitchcapslock@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lending a Helping Hand

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this for my friend Gary, and post it with his
permission. All comments and criticism welcome at
mitchcapslock@yahoo.com.

Lending a Helping Hand
By Mitchell Capslock

I'm just stepping out of the shower as I hear the phone ring. Naked and
dripping, I answer to find your familiar voice on the other end.
It seems that you've got a car that must be finished for a customer, who
will be by to pick it up in 3 hours, and your hoping I can lend a helping
hand.
I naturally agree. I'm no expert, as you are, but I'm handy enough around
the shop to be of assistance.
I slip into something special before throwing on a pair of jeans and a
shirt and heading out the door.
When I arrive at your shop, I find you standing over the black Miata,
fussing over the final details of the body work that has occupied your
time for over a week now.
"Looking good," I say, as you look up to greet me.
"Thanks," you reply. "Are you talking about me or the car?"
You explain that while finished, the car needs a complete wash, wax and
polish before its owner arrives.
You hand me a set of coveralls to change into just as the shop phone
begins to ring.
When you wander off to answer it, I quickly shuck my clothes, leaving
only the pink mesh and lace thong I was wearing underneath, and slip into
the coveralls.
The next two hours are work. Man's work. Making a car sparkle is a bigger
job than I'd imagined. However as we work to finish the car, I am
constantly reminded of the pretty panties beneath my clothes.
As I squat beside the car, applying wax to the door panel, I can feel the
thong's string pulling taut across my crack, applying delicious pressure
to my man pussy and cock.
The bulky coveralls hide my stiffening dick well, I believe that you have
no idea of what's going on under my hood. ;)
It takes us all of two hours, but the car looks great. I'm wet from the
washing, and tired from the waxing, but you are happy with the car and
that's all that matters.
"Let's get out of these dirty coveralls and grab a drink," you say, as
you reach into the small refidgerator under your work bench.
I hear you pulling down the zipper on your coveralls as you approach me
from behind. I let my coveralls fall from my shoulders and down past my
ass.
"What's this," you say as my pink panties come into view. "You little
slut."
"Do you like them?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Look for yourself," you say as you run your hand up my ass cheek, one
finger tracing the thin string that is buried in my crack.
Over my shoulder, I see that you have unzipped your coveralls past your
groin. You are completely naked underneath and I can see your stiffening
cock.
"Turn around," you say.
I comply, stepping out of the coveralls to stand before you wearing only
the panties. My man clit is stiff and stretching against the tiny front
fabric of the thong.
I need to taste you and I drop to my knees in front of your dick. I hear
your breath catch in the back of your throat as I my bury my nose in your
pubes and close my lips around the base of your shaft.
I settle into a slow, deliberate rhythm, making long passes with my lips
and tongue along the length of your cock. I can taste the pre-come
leaking from you cockhead and filling the back of my throat. I hope that
you want more than just a blowjob, though I will happily accept your load
in my belly if you choose.
But you don't disappoint. After just a few minutes with your dick in my
mouth, your voice snaps me out of my reverie.
"Look at me," you say and I open my eyes and peer up at you without
breaking my cocksucking rhythm.
"You look so good with my dick in your mouth, but I want to fuck your
pussy."
I slowly release your cock from my mouth. After stepping out of your
coveralls, you walk back to the workbench and retrieve a small bottle of
lube. You motion for me to lay across the trunk of the Miata, and I
quickly scramble into place. I draw my legs back toward my chest, opening
my man cunt to you.
You squirt some lube onto your fingers and run them along my crack. The
sight of my man clit in its mesh and lace entrapment is just too much for
you and you lean in and plant a kiss on my panty-covered clit.
It is a treat indeed, and I moan my gratitude. As your fingers tease and
probe my pussy, preparing it for your cock, you run your tongue along the
outline of my clit.
"Even slutty girls deserve to have their pussy licked before they are
fucked," you say.
The pressure of your tongue through the panties and on my man clit is
exquisite and I can feel my sticky pre-come flowing freely. I fear that I
may come before you get your dick in my pussy.
But you know just how much I can take and you back off before I can come.
Satisfied that my pussy is wet and ready, you stroke some lube onto your
shaft and let your cock head come to rest on my man cunt. After a few
gentle swipes at the outside, you line yourself up and push against the
hole.
My pussy is tight, but I am ready and your cock head pops easily into my
twat, causing us to moan in unison. After burying your shaft inside me,
you pause for a moment, and I enjoy the sensation of being full as you
enjoy being balls-deep in my man cunt.
You settle into a steady pace, pulling your all but your dick head from
my snatch before pushing back in all the way. I love the feeling of being
filled with your dick, and my moans fill the shop.
My swollen clit is bouncing in time to your strokes, and I want badly to
touch it. But between holding myself open and balancing on the car, I
can't. But, again, you know what I need and you begin stroking my hard,
wet clit through my panties.
I'm on the edge. It won't take much to push me over.
"Oh, God," I moan. "Please. Make me cum."
The gleam in your eye is all I need to see. As your pace in my pussy
quickens, so does the clit stroking. Within a minute, I fill my panties
with my cum, the white goo leaking from my underwear and running toward
my hole. My moaning, and the grip my pussy has on your shaft as my orgasm
overtakes me is too much for you.
"You little slut," you grunt. "I'm going to fill your man cunt with my
load."
With one final push, your cum flows deep inside me as your buried cock
twitches inside my hole. Before collapsing atop me, you scoop two fingers
of my cum from inside my panties and raise them to my mouth for a taste.
It's no substitute for your sweet cream, but I lick your fingers clean
all the same.
After a few minutes, you let your shrinking cock slip from my snatch and
reach for a shop towel to wipe clean. Glancing at the clock, you toss the
used towel to me.
"You'd better get up and get the car and your pussy wiped up," you say.
"He'll be her to pick it up in less than 10 minutes."