Fucking The Mechanic From My Local Garage

My fantasy is about the bloke who runs the garage where I get my car serviced, and it goes something like this:

I am at home on my own for the weekend. I’ve done all the housework and laundry. It’s time for my favourite Anna Span porn film, a glass of vodka and lemonade and some fun with my vibrator. I put the DVD in, hit the play button and sit on the settee. Then there is a knock on the door. No! I think. Not now! But I turn off the DVD player and get up to answer the door. I look through the peephole and cannot believe my eyes. It’s him! At my door!

Before I can open it he knocks again. I pull the door open, standing before him in a shirt and nothing else. ‘Just what can I do for you?’ I ask.

‘Let me in, for a start.’

I step aside and let him enter. He stands there looking at me as I shut the door and lock it. He walks toward me and pulls me into his arms. I open my mouth to say something — anything. He puts a finger up to my mouth to silence me. Then he replaces his finger with his lips. My knees feel weak. What a kiss! My body responds to this as he trails kisses over my chin and then my ears. He pulls my shirt to the side and starts feasting on my neck. I have goose pimples from head to toe and a wet spot between my legs. I actually feel as though he can make me come just by touching me.

He grabs my hand and places it on his already erect cock. I rub it through his jeans. I fumble with the button and zip, struggling to release it. We are both moan¬ing. He undoes a couple more buttons on my shirt, and jerks it down to get at my breasts. He smiles at my inverted nipples and says, ‘Innies, this is a first.’ He then does his best to bring them out, moving his mouth from one to the other, sucking, nibbling. Then, without notice, he stops and rips open my shirt, sending the rest of the buttons flying. ‘I want you here and now,’ he pants.

I tell him that I want to run my fingers through the hair on his chest, and to have his cock in my mouth. There will be time for that later,’ he replies, pulling me to him and kissing me again. His mouth feels so wonderful, I think I could live on his kisses alone.

He turns and surveys the room, eyeing the settee. He grabs my hand and pulls me over to it, undressing on the way. I can’t stop touching his body. I run my hands over his chest, stroking his nipples. As he sits down I kneel in front of him. I notice that the tip of his cock is wet with pre-come, and I lick it off. This sends shiv¬ers through him. He cups the sides of my face and smiles. I pull at the hems of his trouser legs to get them off. Then I climb on top of him. I plant hungry kisses all over his torso as I ease myself down on his rock-hard cock. I gasp with the pleasure of it. I am so wet that it slips easily into me, filling me up. I start fucking him fast and hard. I feel my first orgasm starting, and I move even faster. The orgasm starts at my toes and rises through my body until even the hair on my head is tingling. He grabs my hips and starts pounding me on to his cock, harder and harder. He throws his head back, grunting and moaning and saying that he always knew I was going to be this good in bed.

He rolls me off his body and tells me to bend over the edge of the couch. He enters me from behind and fucks me slowly, pulling his slippery cock all the way out to the head, then thrusting it back in. He takes my hand and places it on my clit. In no time at all I am having another orgasm, and that sets him off, too. He pulls me tightly against him, and it’s as though I am losing my mind, it feels so good. He shouts that he is about to come, and then he does.

He lies against me, his breath heavy against my neck and ears. ‘I can’t believe we did this,’ I say to him.

He says, ‘I can, and I hope we do it again.’ He sits on the couch and looks at me. ‘I want us to have an affair,’ he tells me. ‘Meeting secretly to have wild, passionate sex. We can do things that we wouldn’t do with our spouses.’

As he talks I notice that his cock is hardening. Here’s my chance to really taste him. I lay him back on the couch and slowly take him in my mouth. I start at the base, licking my juices off him. I look into his eyes and tell him how good I taste on him. I lean forward and kiss him. ‘Do I taste good?’ I ask.

‘Oh, yes,’ he answers with a groan. I go back down on him. He puts his hands in my hair, gently guiding my head up and down over his cock. I am moaning, and so turned on! After a while I decide I want to do a 69, so I turn and place myself upon his gorgeous face. He immediately has me squirming. Then he surprises me by slip¬ping a finger inside me. Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Next he slips that lubricated finger into my arse, and I almost come. I suck and lick him furiously, and before we know it we are both shaking, moaning and grunting our way to orgasm.

We lie there for a minute or two to catch our breath. I finally get up to find something to clean this dream man up with. When I come back I lovingly wipe the perspiration from his forehead, dry the sweat-soaked hair on his chest and then clean up the come that still clings to his beautiful cock.

Finally he sits up and reaches for his trousers. He gets dressed, and I pull on the shirt he ripped off me. He draws me to him for a long embrace and a kiss. When we part he promises me that the next time we meet it will be even better.

Dreams. Only dreams. If only I could really have him.