Pushing me down on the bed she places her right foot next to my thigh. I can see she is wearing a garter and stockings. Carefully she unhasps the stocking rolling it down slowly over her leg. I am thinking this isn't the same woman I knew only minutes ago, the look in her eye, her seductive manner, it's all changed. HELL I ain't complaining but I am slightly caught off guard. I love a woman in charge, and especially a good tease, which she is doing a great job at right this minute! My hands large and rough are quite the contrast to her soft smooth legs. She moans" Do you know that's the first thing I noticed about you, your hands. I thought how wonderful they would feel on me. Their strength, their roughness, their size, I wanted to feel your hands all over me, I needed your fingers deep inside me." OK OK Franki do or die baby, fuck the job, NO fuck her! I stand up leaning close to her mouth smelling her hair feeling her nails on my back. I kiss her passionately, running my hands feverishly over her body. She meets me with the same intensity, the bonfire of desire was ignited. Kissing, grasping, feeling, I rip her shirt off tossing it on the bed.
Turning her around I press her hard against the wall, her face turning back over her shoulder to look at me. There were no words spoken and if there were I don't think we cared. I hiked up her skirt, ripping her panties to the side. My butch nature took over, it's a transformation that always amazes me. I knew what she needed, she knew what I wanted to do. I caressed her ass softly and then with a quick "smack" a slapped her ass. That's when I do remember us speaking, I can never keep my mouth shut during sex. Streams of obscenities run from my mouth as she says "Oh Yes, Fuck me Daddi, fuck me hard, let me take all of you, fill me up." DAMN and to think no strap on this time, I never wear that shit to work, too uncomfortable. I slide two fingers inside her and I can tell she wants more. With my hips matching the thrusts of my hand I fuck her fast and hard, three, four, finally my whole fist. Stretching she takes all of me, I feel her knees give way slightly, as I watch her nails digging at the wall. All I remember at this point is her constant moans no words just frantic moans as I fuck her faster and faster. I realise how wet she is, her juices running down my arm, her scent permeates the room. With one hand I brace myself on the wall, with the other totally surrounded by the warm wet flesh of her pussy. My body now pressed against her I open my eyes and look up. There we are right under the Rubens print. Two sweaty hot dykes fucking while this full figured woman with a pensive expression looks down at us. OH what would Sir Rubens think? Snapped back to reality as my hot lover digs her nails in my ass cumming all over my hand. I thought I had a sailors' mouth until I heard her scream a few rounds of words I bet she never says outside of bed. Breathing hard, trying to return back to earth, she reaches for the bed. I slide my hand out from her still pulsating cunt,, trailing my middle finger up between the crack of her ass. Face down she falls on the bed, quickly turning over, her chest still heaving, her body still quivering from the power of her orgasm, she smiles and says "So, did you enjoy your lunch?" Coyly I bring my fingers to my lips licking each one slowly, savoring her taste, winking I say. "Why yes I did, the most filling or should I say fulfilling lunch I have had in quite some time." We both break out in a laugh, as she straightens out her skirt and buttons her blouse. "Well I really do need to get back to work, thank you for lunch I hope we can do it again real soon" as I kiss her on the cheek. "Oh indeed, my car seems to be a lemon it's always breaking down." I walk to the bathroom trying to wash the smell of sex off me before returning, those friggin' boys at work would smell that as soon as I hit the shop. She comes up behind me wrapping her arms around my waist, looking at me in the mirror "You could take a shower if you want" as her hands slide down to the crotch of my pants. Grabbing her hands I turn around "NO NO, I have to get back." Again she tries the pout but it ain't working this time I really got to go. "Besides don't you want to save something for the next time your car breaks down?" She lets me go reluctantly, as I slip on my coat and head to the front door. Kissing me goodbye, she grabs my ponytail and gives it a yank and smiles, "Yes and next time I will make sure the car "breaks down" here at the house, so make sure you bring your tools." I give her another kiss as I rush back out in the snow and cold. As I am pulling out of the driveway I still see her in the doorway, those long legs shivering against the cold.
I light a smoke and check my watch, whoa my lucky day not that late, I will just blame it on the weather. Smiling with the thought of that Rubens print still etched in my mind, thinking I could have sworn that woman was smiling come to think of it! Needless to say Katrina Wells was our best customer that winter and it always puzzled and annoyed my fellow mechanics, she always insisted on me.
s.m.v. 4/2001
