Car
Delivery
Rocky
glided into the lot behind the garage and sauntered in. Immediately,
the older guys ribbed him about his "matinee", with the
well built Belle, who had come calling for him at work, last week,
squeezed into her tall black leather boots, matching mini, and his
motorcycle jacket. Rocky flushed a bit, as he peeled off his black
leather jeans and pulled off his Laredo's. He was about to grab his
cover alls when the boss entered. "Sorry, bud, but your first
job is to get dressed again and deliver Ms. Dreamboat her car."
Pulling on his boots & leathers again, he caught Dreamboat's keys
and headed for the red sports car. "She'll drive you back",
the boss assured him. What fun, to zoom through traffic in this soup
uped model, Rocky knew he could never afford. Ignoring the "no
smoking" decal, he reached in his vest for a cigarrette, popped
the lighter and inhaled deeply, thinking how he sure could impress
Belle with these wheels. The estate had a long circular drive and
he parked beneath the white pillars and rang the door bell. Finding
no response, he walked around back to the pool, where to his immediate
and surprising erection, older Ms. Dreamboat was lieing on a sun lounge,
quite topless. Her breasts were huge, firm and fully packed as the
cigarette add used to advertise.
Rocky's penis jumped to attention,so much he had trouble walking.Glad
for the leather containment of his crotch, he mumbled something about
delivering her car, parked out front. She removed her sun glasses
and put on a flimsy robe, rose and said, "well, well, what have
we here? Want a cold beer for your troubles?" Rocky swallowed
hard, triying to avert his eyes from the delicious breasts his bonner
said "go fuke". He managed a "yeah that'd be nice",
and slid helplessly into a convenient poolside chair. She reached
for a cool one., rubbed it intentionally over her breasts and said,
"you're some hunk. I never saw you at the garage." "Well
I was probably under a lift or something."
She winked and said, "I'll just go slip into street clothes and
give you a lift back." All Rocky could do was fumble in his vest
for a cigarette and barely fetch his lighter from his leather pants
stretched by his humungous erection, he wondered if she noticed. For
a bit, peace ensued as he slurped suds, smoked and thought, "this
is how an after school job should go."
About a half hous later, Dreamboat emerged in a single piece, shiney
black leather jump suit, with a diagonal silver zipper from her neck
line to her boots. She creaked towards him and to his delight and
satisfaction crushed his leather encased dick in her left hand pulling
his head to her chest with her right. She eased him into the chaise
and said, "want to unzip me with your teeth, big boy?" Rocky
was dazzeled by the erotic sense of this being a porn movie set, but
he dutifully grasped the top of the zipper and tugged until her breasts
eased gloriously out into the sun light. His hands began to message
them, as she unzipped his fly. "Keep going, my love slave"
she cooed. And he did, until there she was, all nude, but still encased
in that glorious smooth leather outfit. "Easy" she moaned,
knowing that as a young stud, he could'nt last awhile longer. Finally
she moaned so "lets see what you've got."
He flipped her surprisingly light, well built body on top of his and
his erection fit like a new filter for a nice oil change. She moaned
and he groaned as the lythe, slippery with sweeat black leather, heady
in smell, feel and taste, meshed with hungy flesh. They came together,
she several times; and they lay in the sun's warmth, until he was
hard again; and this time he took her dominantly from on top. Exhausted
they fell asleep for a short nap. Finally he realized she was awake,
zipped himself and his lay up. grabbed a consoling butt, inhaled deeply,
and they moved to her car.
"You drive" she insisted and he did. "Shall I have
work done on my car next week too", she laughed."Only if
I can deliver it," he replied. He alighted from the car, which
he left running, as she creaked in her leathers to the steering wheel.
As he headed towards his locker, he knew it was almost closing time,
and wondered if he shoiuld just punch out and jump on his bike for
home. He decided he'd better tell the boss "mission accomplished",
which he did. The wise older man, puffing on his cigar, leered,
"well Rocky now you've got a hot babe your own age wearing your
leather jacket and a new fuke you may not be able to handle."
"I'm outta here", Rocky snapped; knowing full well the older
man might just be right. The wind against his leathers on the ride
home helped cool his overheated libido - at least for the moment.
