Good Service

"Bill... oh wow... ohhhhh..."

He moved his tongue away and replaced it with a finger. He plunged that finger deep inside me and began to stroke my g-spot. I was impressed that he found it so quickly! I felt his rough finger rub and press against the rough spot inside my pussy as he returned his lips to my clit.

He closed his lips around it and then began to circle his tongue. I felt like I would explode, but I couldn't quite reach my orgasm. I grabbed his head and began to grind my clit against his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and let me ride it. I felt myself speeding toward orgasm.

He started to remove his fingers, but I said, "No! Fuck me with your fingers!" He returned that finger and added another. Then he started fucking me with them hard, ramming them into my pussy as I rubbed my clit against him. He pulled away from me a little, and I loosened my grip. When he began to suck my clit again with urgency, I moved gently against his mouth. I was so close to cumming on his face!

At last he hit just the right spot. "Keep doing that!" I cried out. I'd said it loudly, and I wondered if anyone heard. His eyes flashed open widely, but he kept eating my pussy. He began to moan as he continued to "keep doing that" until I reached the top of my mountain. I couldn't help it. I screamed. He didn't move his mouth away as I came but continued licking softly as my legs shook.

He licked around my lips until I was relaxed. Then he backed away, and stood up on shaky legs. I grabbed his head and pulled his faced down toward mine. I stood up on my toes and kissed him passionately. Our lips pressed together roughly. His tongue pushed between my lips, and I sucked it softly. We kissed for minutes that seemed like days. I lost track of time, and I didn't want it to stop, though I knew we couldn't stay in that restroom all day.

When Bill pulled away, he told me with such sincerity, "You have the most delicious pussy I have every had the pleasure of eating."

I blushed. "Thank you."

"No, thank YOU!"

Bill unlocked the door and peaked into the waiting area. He whispered, "When I leave, count to one hundred and then you leave."

He stepped outside. I counted to one hundred. It seemed like it took forever, but I tried not to rush. When I exited through the blue, metal door, Bill was behind his desk again. He held up my keys, and they made a little jingle. I paid for the service, but it didn't quite add up. I think he charged me half price!

Bill followed me outside when I left. "Pop your hood real quick," he requested. Bill looked around then lifted the hood of my Camry. He glanced about once more to make sure no one was watching, and then he grabbed a hose near the front left and pulled it loose.

"What are you..." I only got a few words out before Bill interrupted me.

"That won't hurt anything. It goes to your washer fluid." He looked around under my hood some more.

"You know, I think your engine needs de-greasing. And it's probably a good idea to have us look at your transmission since your mileage is so high..." He looked up at my and grinned.

"Ohhh..." It dawned on me what he was doing. He wanted me back there as soon as possible!

"You might have to play dumb a little. I know that you know how to fix that hose, and you can probably de-grease an engine. I know you know brakes. God, you're sexy. Do you know anything about transmissions?" He winked.

So our earlier conversation had turned him on a little! I held up my right hand and tilted it back and forth. "I know a little. Not nearly as much as you, I'm sure."

"See you back here... when?" He looked like a little boy asking his mom if he have some ice cream. The look contrasted with his manly presence and was adorable and endearing.

I grinned. "I don't have anything to do tomorrow... Nothing pressing."

Bill grinned right back at me. "Come at 11, and I'll take you to lunch while your car's in the shop."

I raised my eyebrows and nodded. "See you then." Then I got into my car and drove away. In my rear view mirror, I saw Bill walking back inside. I could swear he pumped his arm like a victorious teenager, but I'm not sure.