You pull into the driveway- hearing the music blaring as soon as you turn the engine off. There's the Durango, hood up, doors open... where the hell is Nick? You grab a bag of groceries and head inside. You near the door and are startled as something rolls out from under the Durango and stops at your feet. It's Nick, on a sliding board... hair damp and tousled, cheek smeared with grease, smirking.
"Hey Sexy," he says, his eyes wandering up your uncovered legs, not attempting to hide that he was trying to sneak a peek under your skirt.
You smile down at him, slightly shifting your stance to give him a better view. His eyes light up as they notice that you have decided to not wear any panties. He unconsciously licks his lips, giving you a nice view of his near perfect teeth and delectable red tongue.
"Where you been? I was wondering when you were going to get home," he says.
"I was just out shopping for our dinner tonight. Remember we were going to have a nice night in; just the two of us? I thought that I would fix us something special, one of your favorites," you say.
Acting as if he were thinking, he drops the wrench on the ground beside him and rubs his face. His hands covered in dirt and grime leave a trail down his cheek. He lays his head back onto the sliding board and closes his eyes. Your mouth waters at the sight of him all manly. You can feel your juices start to flow inside of you as you get excited.
"Hmmm...one of my favorites. Well then, I guess that only leaves a few choices. One being filet mignon and the other being you. Which is it?"
Smiling coyly, you move closer to him to give him full view of under your skirt. You part your legs right beside his head.
"Well Nicky, if you're a good boy tonight, you might just get both."
And with that, you turn on your heel and carry the groceries into the house to be put away. You can hear him groan from inside the house. You love to tease him. You know, as well as he does, that he will get both- whether he's good or bad. You're thinking you may prefer a little bad boy action right now. You didn't even know Nick could work on the truck... god, just one little macho guy thing and you're all turned on.
You walk back through the garage, peering around to see where he may appear out of nowhere from this time. He's whistling over by the workbench, digging around for something. You hear an "ah-ha" from him and he has successfully found a Phillips screwdriver. Wiping the excess grease off of it using his wife-beater, he turns to face the truck without noticing you there. You lean against the door-jamb, just satisfied with watching him crawl back onto the slideboard to get back under the truck again.
You go back to bringing in the groceries, your mind already whirling with options of how you want the rest of the evening to progress. On your last trip out, you stop to admire the new view. Nick has apparently finished up whatever he was doing underneath the truck and has started working just under the hood. It's the perfect picture- Nick leaning over under the hood, a great shot of his ass. You could look at him like this for hours.
You take the remaining bag inside and slide the contents into the cabinents. You finish just in time to hear Nick slamming the hood down. Oooh, he's finished with the Durango, maybe he'll want to work on giving you a tune up now. You head back out into the garage, walking through the door to the sight of Nick sliding off his greasy wifebeater.
He smiles when he sees you watching him, and motions for you to come over to him. You saunter across the garage, your eyes wandering over his body, thoughts of fixing dinner completely leaving your mind.
"Did you finish working on the Durango?"
"Yeah, I just needed to change the oil on it, I didn't want to take it somewhere this time. I figured that it would be a good time for me to get a little one on one action with my baby," he said.
You move closer to him, the sight of his sweaty chest doing funny things to you. You place your hands at his shoulders, gently giving him a massage. His head tilts back, and he closes his eyes. Smiling at his reaction, you decide to make your move.
"Well, now that you're finished giving some one on one action to that baby, why don't you give some to this one?"
His eyes immediately pop open, and his eyebrow arches at you. That sexy smirk is back, and he encircles your body with his sweaty arms, pulling you close.
"Well, babygirl, what did you have in mind?"
You move your hands up to his cheurbic face, running your fingertips over the fine planes of his face. You pull his face down to yours, and capture his lips in a fiery kiss.
His embrace keeps you close to him, as he lifts you off the ground, gently setting you down on the hood of the Durango. He releases you and steps back to look at you.
You reach out to him, wanting him to be touching you again. You grab his shoulders and pull him to you, moving your knees apart and pulling him between your spread legs.
His hands immediately go to your inner thighs, lightly gliding over your soft flesh, tickling you with the tips of his fingers.
Your hands are wandering up his back, to the base of his neck, tangling in his hair as you pull his face to yours, hungrily devouring his lips with your own. You feel him clutching at the fabric of your shirt, starting to slide it up your back. You let go of him, and cross your arms in front of you to take the shirt off as quickly as possible and unclasp your bra, tossing them both on the floor, unconcerned with the mess they may land in.
He watches appreciatively as you strip for him, and slides his hands up your thighs, taking your skirt with them, until it's bunched up around your waist.
A car zips by in front of the house and you both realize that you may be giving the entire neighborhood a show you didn't want them to see. Nick steps away from you just long enough to hit the button sending the garage door down, separating the two of you from the outside world. Self-consciously you cross your arms in front of yourself, waiting for him to come back to you. He moves back to you, taking your arms and uncrossing them to place them at your sides.
For a moment, he stands away from you and stares at you, drinking in the sight of you.
Finally, he comes closer to you. He takes your face into his hands and brings your lips to his once again. His tongue traces your lips, and slips between them to probe your mouth. Every crevice gets attention from his tongue. Your tongue duels with his, and finally you win and get to search his mouth. He passively lets you have your way, just like he always does.
While your mouths are otherwise occupied, his hands are roaming your bare back. Making circles, he brings goose-bumps out all over your body. You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him as close as possible to you. Your hands run all over his upper torso, basking in the sweat beads that are running down his body. You both pull your mouths away from each other to catch your breath. He leans his forehead against yours and stares into your eyes with his big blue eyes. Pecking at your lips, he begins to grind his hips against you. With him as close as he is, he has pressed your legs as far apart. You can feel how hard he is and he can feel how wet you are from his actions. You can't recall being this turned-on before. Something about being on the Durango, in the garage, with HIM has done unexplainable things to you.
From his back, you run your hands to the front of his pants. Resting on his belt buckle, you begin to tickle his tummy to give him a hint. As soon as your hands touch his lower stomach, his lips part and a soft moan escapes. You like that you've done that to him, and are eager to see what else you can get him to do. You start to slide off the hood, pushing him back a little way from you. Your hands slide up then down his chest, brushing over his nipples, causing him to growl. You undo the belt and then the button and zipper, and push down on his jeans causing them to fall around his ankles.
You bend down to untie his shoes and he kicks them off, quickly stepping out of his jeans. You lead him towards the back of the truck, opening the back door and gently pushing him inside. As he crawls in, you playfully slap his ass, telling him to hurry, you can't wait forever.
He's sitting in the middle of the backseat and you get in and immediately situate yourself- facing him, straddling him. You put your hands on his shoulders, and gaze into his eyes... you feel him right there... teasing your very ready pussy with his cock. You want him, and you want him now... you slide down onto him, taking his full length in all at once, causing you to gasp.
He tilts his head back, eyes closed, expression euphoric. He wraps his arm around your lower back as you begin to rock back and forth against him. You lean back just a little, angling your swollen, sensitive clit to rub over his dick as you move in slow leisurely rhythm.
With his free hand he begins to play with your clit, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Issuing a moan from deep inside, you throw your head back and arch your neck in invitation for his greedy mouth. You feel a deep pressure on the side of your neck as he sucks at your flesh, and you can feel his soft hair tickling the side of your face. His tongue is making circles and his teeth are nipping at your skin. You know that he's going to leave marks... and you don't care.
Your orgasm is rapidly approaching and you thrust yourself onto him harder. His hips match yours and his fingers are moving faster on your clit. Your groans are echoing in the close confines of the Durango, and that only heightens the experience. His moans are coming from deep in his throat, and his eyes are closed in deep concentration. He pulls his head away from your neck, and nuzzles higher to get close to your mouth. You meet his mouth and share a heart-stopping kiss. Both of you are trying to consume the other as if you can't get enough of the each other.
As you hit the highest point of your orgasm, you scream his name. You may have been fulfilled, but he's not done. His hips are still pounding furiously into your hot pussy, and you struggle to take all of him in. You are still bouncing on his lap, but you're beginning to tire. He's always had that effect on you, being able to completely wipe you out with his stamina. Your head rolls forward, smacking his forehead with yours. Looking deeply into his eyes, it's at that moment that you can see completely into his soul. His eyes drift shut, and he shouts his release. You feel his hot cum pour deeply into you, and you moan at the feeling. It seems to go on forever, and you wonder if it's endless.
His dick slips out of you and you remain on his lap, just resting. He kisses your temple, whispering soft words into your ears. "I love you babygirl. This was a very good idea... but man, now I'm gonna be thinking about you back here when I'm driving and end up crashing ..."
"You can crash into me anytime," you reply quietly, seductively, before placing your hands on either side of his face and kissing him softly, your tongue tracing the outline of his lips.
His hands come around you, gently guiding you to lie down on the seat as he moves from underneath you. He begins to kiss a trail down your body, taking time to revere your body now.
His tongue slides down from your belly button... you're going to be a wreck before he gets done with you...
You come crash into me, and I come into you... in a boy's dream.
Touch your lips just so I know, in your eyes, love, it glows. I'm bareboned and crazy for you.
I'm begging you to forgive me in my haste when I'm holding you so close to me.
Hike up your skirt a little more, and show your world to me.
Come crash into me."
("Crash into me", Dave Matthews Band)