His hands. That's what got me.
The piercing blue eyes and square jaw would attract any woman.
The sharp wit and aloof, guarded nature, would attract any woman who'd been through some shit.
But the hands, those took some attention to notice. Days of hanging on his every word of lecture and every action in shop. Wondering if my intense and unyielding eye contact was the reason he stumbled over a word in his lesson or if it was just in my head. Days spent excited from my brain feeling turned back on and challenged. Nights spent debating what else in me was feeling turned back on.
On a quiet afternoon, as I watched him carefully test, press and pull each wire of a harness, the debate was settled.
For weeks, almost unconsciously, I'd stood as close to him as possible, fascinated by his personality and intelligence, cautiously admiring the strength of his forearms and hands. But what I felt watching him in that moment, could no longer be brushed off as admiration. I tried to listen to his repair instructions, but as his hands worked, I couldn't stop wishing they were sliding around my throat and pushing me onto this car. I so hoped he wouldn't notice the flush I could feel spreading from my cheeks to my chest. With every push and pull of his fingers and exhale of his breath, my heart beat faster and my warmth and wetness grew. I needed those perfect fingers shoved in my mouth and between my legs. I feigned interest in his words as I bit my lip hard. Just barely suppressing the moan that rose from my thoughts.
I excused myself to the, thankfully, deserted ladies room, and touched myself the way I longed for my teacher to. Sliding my fingers into my soaked lace panties, onto my tingling clit. Slowly massaging in small circles. Eyes closed, imagining his fingers spreading my lips and feeling my heat, knowing he was just a room away. It was all too much, I came loudly and in record time.
Panting heavily and my needs only just barely satisfied, I leaned against the cool tile wall.
I knew then, I would do anything this man asked. In and out of the classroom.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3kf8zv/mechanic_infatuation