������ Firing up the torch I commence to cutting the old exhaust off, while the whole time dodging falling clumps of snow all around me. It's not easy laying on a creeper trying to move to miss the snow plus the damn sparks! Anyways, no sooner had a started to pull off the old exhaust my boss pounds on the truck. "Franki, I need you to go make a wrecker call" FUCK what is he crazy? I don't want to go out in this shitty weather. I turn the torch off, pull back my goggles as I push the creeper out from under the truck. "A wrecker call? What is someone stuck?" Thinking stupid fuckers who would be out in this shit anyways without 4-wheel drive. "Nope,� some broad says her car died on Pond Road right before the golf course." Great just great, some housewife with screaming kids thinking she better get down to the store to get milk and bread. I never understood that shit�why milk and bread?� Grabbing my coat I head out to fire up the wrecker, checking to make sure the basic tools are there in case I can fix it on the spot. After the windshield clears I light a smoke and head out. Luckily the wrecker is 4-wheel drive because in the backcountry the roads aren't always a major plowing priority ya know? Ahead I see it, a silver Mercedes with it's flashers on. Wow with a Mercedes I'm thinking I bet this chick is a bitch. I toss my butt out the window and pull over.
�������� The doors opens and all I see is black 4" heels and a pair of legs attached that looked like they went on forever. She steps out and I see she is definitely not dressed for the weather. Under her long camelhair coat she is wearing a black skirt, white silk blouse and a black blazer. A Lawyer or Dr no doubt, not the average housewife in these parts! She pulls the coat tight up against her neck and smiles. "Thanks for coming so promptly, it was getting a bit cold without a heater." I extend my hand, noticing I didn't bother to wash them before I left "Hi I'm Franki what seems to be the trouble?" She hesitates slightly but shakes my hand. "Katrina, Katrina Wells, well I don't know what happened. I was just driving along and it started to stutter, I pressed the pedal down and it just quit." " Well I don't know what I can do out here but let me take a quick look, if we're lucky you might just be on your way" I move closer to where she's standing at the door, reaching around her I pop the hood release. While I was there though I couldn't help but noticing her ass. Round, full and nicely shaped. Trying to keep my mind on the task at hand I open the hood and check the obvious. Battery cables OK check, no overheating check, all belts fine check. Blowing breath into my hands I tell her "Well look it isn't anything I can fix right here, we will have to bring it back to the shop." Noticing the disappointment on her face with a smile I say "At least you will get to ride in a warm truck and thaw you body out." Opening the door to the wrecker I open the door and clean off the seat "Here, no need for us both freezing, sit in here and wait while I hook up your car." Grateful she slides in and as she brushes by me I smell that ever so familiar scent of Eternity, I shut the door behind her. I go around the other side, jump in. After cleaning off the back window I leave my arm across the back of the seat backing the wrecker to her car. I notice from the corner of my eye she is checking out my legs, or perhaps my lap? Nawwwww, she ain't checking out my crotch, only wishful thinking. I shrug it off, quickly jumping out of the truck to set the safety chains. When I get up off the ground I see she is checking me out in the outside mirror. Hey maybe she is checking me out who knows maybe she likes butches in uniforms, wouldn't be the first time that happened.
�������� We head back to the shop, no conversation just the sound of the windshield wipers and the radio. I pick up the mic for the two-way radio and tell my boss we are headed back. I asked her if she would mind if I smoke. "No no go right ahead, would you mind if I bummed one? I haven't smoked for years but today has just been one of those days." I take out two Marlboro Reds, lighting both I hand her one. Her hand lingers on mine just a tad bit longer then I thought necessary, I squirm a bit in my seat.
����������� Back at the shop she goes back into the office with the boss. What a dick! Friggin' hounding after her like a dog in heat. The two other mechanics in the shop stop what they're doing as her heels make that telltale clicking noise as she walks across the shop floor. Fools, a woman like that wouldn't give those asses the time of day. I climb back under the cattle truck, luckily while I was gone it dried out some and I set back to work. A few minutes later another pounding on the truck "Franki, you gotta take this lady home" I have an excellent view from the creeper, all I see is those 4" heels, long legs and the hem of her black skirt. I roll out and wipe my hands off. She says "I hope you don't mind, but I can't reach anyone at home and I do have a conference call at 11AM" Smiling I get my coat back on * No not at all" leaning close I whisper "Anything to get me away from here for awhile"
���������� The ride to her house was a bit unnerving, I felt her eyes on me from time to time and I wondered what she was thinking. Could it be she is thinking this chick is a dyke I hope she keeps her hands to herself, or could it be DAMN I do love a butch in uniform! I tried my best to act cool, while my clit was throbbing. Yep there I go again thinking with my crotch, definitely not the first time, as a smile coyly to myself.
��������� Her house is something else, "Wow beautiful place, you must have some high power job." She laughs "Well never high powered enough, I too work with mostly men so you know how that is" There is a sudden quiet as I wait for her to leave the truck "Hey look, you have been so sweet and I am sure you are cold, would you like to come in for something to drink?" I squirm a bit suddenly shy "No sorry I can't thank you anyways I have to get back to the shop." Again I see that cute pout of disappointment on her face "Oh come on, they cant get by without you for a few minutes? Doesn't your boss allow you at least a lunch hour?" I look her straight in the eyes and see something I didn't see before, a soft gentleness. DAMN I am a sucker for beautiful woman."Ok Ok let me check in with the boss , tell him I am taking my lunch hour now" The disappointment soon fades from her face, replaced by a hint of excitement. Grabbing the mic I check in saying I will be back after my lunch. Of course the dick ain't too happy about that but he'll get over it! Grabbing her briefcase she opens the door "By the way, do you like art?" Caught off guard a stammer a bit "Sure, yes I do, always like Monet although I wouldn't say I know a lot about art. If it strikes me, if I like it that's good enough for me, I never try to read more into then that."� "Well, that's exactly how one should buy art, it should strike you, make you weak in the knees, send a surge through your body" Closing the door she saunters off towards the house, although it's kind of funny watching her try to walk through the snow in heels.
���������� Once inside I am struck by the elegance of her house.� Soft pastels of pink and green, it looks as though nobody lived there, everything seemed so perfect I didn't want to walk on the rugs. She asked me to take a seat but I couldn't. There was no way my grubby uniform could sit on that soft green couch. "I don't think I should, my uniform isn't the best attire for in here" She laughs wildly, her chest bouncing with such a jovial laugh, and for once I notice something other then her heels! "Come on, lets go to the kitchen, I would like it better if you kept me company while I made us sandwiches anyways" she heads off to the kitchen. I slowly make my way there, still in awe of all the beautiful art pieces, no wonder she asked if I liked art. I couldn't tell if they were real or not but, who cares they were beautiful none the less.
���������� I watched at she made herself comfortable in the kitchen. I could tell she enjoyed being in there, the whole kitchen had every gadget imaginable. "I take it you like to cook?" She turned around surprised "What makes you say that?" Motioning with my hand around the room "Look around here, it doesn't take much brains to know when a woman likes to cook, you have everything needed. I think you would about die if you saw my cooking utensils. You would feel you were on a camping trip at my house" With that jovial laugh she says" Come on now, surely it's not that bad." Her laugh is infectious, chuckling I say "Oh yes it is believe me I hate to cook" As she reaches up high on a shelf I cant help but notice the sinewy muscles on her calf, noting she must wear heels a lot I smile to myself. Turning around abruptly she says "Come here I want to show you something." Offering her hand I hesitate "Come on, you aren't scared of me are you?" as her eyes slide down to my crotch. Swallowing hard I say "No, why should I be?" She grabs my hand and pulls me along "Come on silly it's in here in the bedroom." Still not knowing what to expect I follow her down the hall as she opens the door.
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