I got fingered in a car garage at my boyfriends work. Growing up I was always mind-boggled watching tv shows where the characters had sex at work — surely it’s not as easy as they make it seem? To be completely honest, having sex at work is not as easy as it seems on tv, but it’s definitely a worthwhile thrill.
This particular boyfriend worked as a car detailer downtown. It was a warm day, I was wearing a blue flowered skater dress, blond hair curled, my face full of freckles from the sun. I stepped out of the car a little sweaty, my car didn’t have working air conditioning. Beads of sweat forming along my hairline, between my breasts, and in between my pale thighs. Walking into the car dealership lot I felt immediately out of place.
Men walking around in wife-beater t’s, covered in grease and grime. The mechanics outside taking their daily smoke, watched as I walked past them toward the garage in the back. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked past. My wedges crunching on the gravel as the wind tugged on my skirt blowing it up a little higher than what I was comfortable with.
Once I arrived in the garage I was met by my boyfriend and a half cleaned car. Like me he was plenty sweaty from the heat — it was a record-breaking summer. His hair spiked up from the perspiration, beard scruffy, and just a bit dirty. He was starting to get a farmers tan.
“You hungry?”
“Always.”
I reached into my bag, producing a cold cut sandwich, some fruit and veggies in a Tupperware container, and a Gatorade. I know right? How domestic. We cleared off a table in the garage and chatted while he ate some lunch. It was pretty quiet out back, and he took full advantage of my ensemble, trailing his fingers along my thighs and across my underwear.
He tried to play it cool — I could see the erection growing in his Levi’s.
“Do you want to see the upstairs?” He asked.
“I didn’t know there was one.”
Upstairs wasn’t anything great — it was a carpeted area that had a glass window overlooking the bay in the garage. On the other hand, it was more private.
He grabbed me by my waist bringing me in close, and he pulled me against his body. We swayed to the music playing in the bay below. As we swayed I could feel his dick; his pelvis pressed against mine. Tilting my head back he took his, his tongue tangling with mine. The dancing became grinding, and my thighs were beginning to glisten with something other than sweat.
He dipped me in his arms, kissing all the way down my neck as he did. As I was still in the dip, he slipped my underwear to the floor. His fingers pulled at my thighs and I groaned. Taking two of his fingers he began stroking my labia. Realizing that I was already wet he quickly undid his own pants. He was fully erect, and not shy about showing it off. Taking the same two fingers, he slid them inside me. Oh so slowly at first, lips back to my neck kissing roughly. I’m gasping for air at this point.
Heart pounding with pleasure and the thrill that we could be caught. We slid to the ground. I had my head in his lap, his fingers still inside me as I began to lick at his salty cock. The angle made it impossible to get the whole thing in my mouth, but I enjoyed licking it, watching it drip with precum. At this point, he started to finger fuck me faster, and I didn’t last much longer. Moaning louder, he knew I was going to cum, and leaned down to kiss me as I gushed all over the carpet.
That’s when we heard rattling in the bay — peeking up from the floor to look out the window, we saw one of the mechanics. My boyfriend quickly zipped and tucked, making his way down the stairs to the bay. I sat on the carpet for a moment trying to catch my breath.
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