"Sorry, Mrs. Benson," Earl said, ogling the beautiful housewife. "What can I do for you today?" He knew what he wanted to do, but he didn't want any flak from his boss about playing around with the customers.
"Some gas, Earl," she sighed, seeing the strong rugged mechanic in a new and different light. "Would you check the oil too." She batted her eyes at the handsome mechanic, her hips jutting out, her hand resting on it. "Do you want me to pull it outside to the pump?"
"Na. I'll use the one in here." He leered at her sexy outfit, wishing he could get her back to his small room and on his bed.
"I appreciate that, Earl," she mewled, using his name like it was breakable china. "You're always so nice to me."
"It's easy being nice to you," he said. He hopped in her car and expertly eased it next to the pump inside the garage, then climbed out.
Slowly, Joanne moved away from the garage door, wondering how the detective was going to get this all on his damn camera. She smiled wickedly. "He'll earn his money today," she muttered, walking over to Earl as he held the nozzle in the opening of her gas tank.
"Did you say something to me?" Earl asked, drooling as he stared at her crotch, the material only covering her pussy, not hiding any of its gorgeous features.
"No, Earl. Just talking to myself." She smiled and glanced at Earl's crotch, seeing the familiar bulge.
She leaned against the front fender, her palms on the hood, her well proportioned tits jutting out invitingly. "You the only one here this morning, Earl?" she asked, scanning the place to see where they could fool around so the detective could watch.
"For now," Earl said, pulling the nozzle out of the tank. "Hank's out picking up a car at a customer's house." He hooked the gas nozzle back in place and reached in and pulled the lever underneath the dashboard, releasing the hood lock.
Joanne watched his every move. He was strong, sure of himself, the sight of his bare muscular arms sending goose bumps down her spine. She leered at him, knowing she was in the way and he couldn't get the hood up until she moved.
"Excuse me," Earl said, her perfume filling his mind with fantasies and desires. "I gotta get under the hood."
Joanne shivered with their closeness. She looked directly into his eyes. They were blue and she saw what he wanted in them. It thrilled her. She moved, allowing her tit to brush against his arm. "Can I watch?"
"Sure," he said, lifting the hood and pulling the dip stick from the motor.
Teasing the mechanic, she leaned against him, pretending it was the only way she could see what was going on. "Interesting."
Earl felt her hot sensuous body up against his. His cock ached as he wiped the dip stick and put it back inside the motor.
"How did you find the hole?" she purred as he pulled it out again and checked it.
"Practice," Earl said, his voice becoming strained. "Your oil is fine." I-I put it back, fully aware of her body pressing against him.
"I'll bet you get a lot of practice finding the hole in the dark," she teased, stepping back a few inches and allowing him to close the hood to her car.
He turned, the sound of the hood dropping into place echoing in the garage. "I get my share," he said, seeing her game and deciding to play along. Mrs. Benson was beautiful and maybe… just maybe… he might get a chance to fuck her, although the idea was only a remote inkling in his mind. Besides, it was a quiet morning and a little sexy talk with one of the customers was a good way to pass the time. He could always take out his frustrations on his girl tonight, if he got too horny from this luscious housewife.
"I'll bet you do get your share," she mewled. "Do you have a soda machine around?" She kept her voice sultry, full of passion and a hint of what might be.
"What kind ya want?" Earl asked. "I'll get it for you."
"Coke will be fine." She walked with him to the back of the garage. It was cooler back here and dimmer. She felt turned on.
Earl handed her the cold sweaty bottle. "My treat."
"Why thank you, kind sir," she purred, faking a southern accent. "I've never been back here. Would you like to show me around?"
"I'd like nothing better," Earl said, the idea of fucking this ravishing housewife growing stronger in his mind.
"This is, I guess you could call it, my room," Earl said as he ended the small tour. He opened a door to a small room with a table, chair, and an unmade bed in it. "I sack out here sometimes."
"I'll bet you do more than that in here," Joanne sighed, stepping into the room. She spotted a window and smiled, knowing that the detective would have his view. "I'll bet that bed could tell some fascinating stories."
Earl grinned rakishly and automatically closed the door behind them. "A few maybe," he said, not wanting to sound like a braggart, but also not wanting her to think he didn't get laid at all. There were many a night he sacked out here with a broad, fucking until dawn then getting up for work.
Joanne sat on the chair, moving it so she could see out the window without appearing to. She didn't want to get into any of the heavy stuff before the detective was in place. There was no sense wasting a good fuck and suck session.
Earl sat on the bed, openly admiring her long slender legs. He was going to make a pass, but didn't want her running off mad, screaming to his boss.
"What are you thinking, Earl?" she asked, knowing full well the hot thoughts racing through his mind. She could feel his eyes burning through the material of her top.
"You might not like what I'm thinking," Earl warned.
"Oh, I don't know," she smiled, taking a deep breath. "I might find it very interesting."
"I was thinking about you."
"And?"
What the hell, he thought before he spoke. "How you'd look without that sexy outfit on."
"You're making me blush," Joanne cooed, enjoying their sexy conversation. "You shouldn't be thinking things like that." She kept her hot smile on her face, letting him know she wasn't mad. "I'm married."
"It's kinda hard not to, seeing the way you walk and the way you look," he said, his mouth getting parched.
"I thank you for the compliment." She stared him right in the eyes. "Do you have a girl friend?"
"Yeah," he said aloud, knowing that tonight he was going to fuck the hell out of her and pretend she was Mrs. Joanne Benson.
She held his eyes, her nipples swelling. "You ever fuck her on that bed you're sitting on?"
He was startled by her, brash manner, but hid it. He didn't want her to know he could be shocked by anything a woman said. "Yeah." He swallowed, thinking about how nice it would be to fuck her.
"Is your girl friend, a good fuck, Earl?" Joanne said hotly, the conversation turning her into a boiling mass of nerves. She loved talking this way, using the language of the street.
"As good as any." He held her hot sparkling eyes with his own. "How about you? Your husband think you're a good fuck?"
"What do you think, Earl?" she asked, her voice caressing him as she leaned back in the chair, her tits heaving under her tight skimpy top.
"I think… you'd be about the best piece of ass around." He saw her cheeks flush red.
"My husband thinks so," she said. "Have you ever fucked any of your customers?"
"One or two," Earl said, remembering the times.
"Did you fuck them in here?" She was really getting off and her pussy felt as if it were on fire and would burn a hole in her crotch any second.
"Right here," he said, patting the mattress. "They keep coming back for more too," he added, figuring a little bragging now might be just the thing to get this hot bitch into his bed.