I’m in my garage lookin at this grimey old couch and all i can do is daydream about the day i find a wonderful guy that i love and loves me, maybe he even helps me with stuff on my racecar project ?.
he’s just on the couch sweaty with bits of grease and grime here or there. (he’s definitely taller and unmistakably stronger than me). i lovingly look at him in the center of the couch after helping me move the engine on the lift, his head leaning over the back of the couch eyes closed face up to the ceiling.
he keeps his eyes closed but a smirk now across his lips as i sit down on his lap facing him. placing my legs outside of his i gently grind on him in his lap and whimper. he tiredly grunts that to me means he doesn’t know if he has the energy to.
i sort of cup my face with my hands and burry my face in his chest pausing to take in his scent mixed of Cologne and motor oil. i squeek and mumble under my breath and into his chest “i. I’ll do the work..” as about as shy as i can because even though I’m a pretty kinky girl im still an absolutely shy sub when it comes to actual intimacy.