"Is that a wrench in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" The sight of those long legs stretched out under the car had me feeling hotter than the flames on the side of that souped-up hot rod.
Looking up from the creeper, Joe-Bob wearing a big ole grin as he slid out. "I'm always happy to see you, Charlene." His voice was as gravelly as a country road.
I was a one man woman when it came to my candy apple red convertible. Joe-Bob was the only one I allowed under the hood. After two years of wrenching on my car, I wanted to feel his big greasy hands on my chassis for a change.
Planting my feet on both sides of the creeper, I gave Joe-Bob a clear shot of my brand new dots of desire thong. "I've got a rattle." I jangled my keys. "Wanna take a test drive?"
Joe-Bob had a one track mind. Sliding between my legs, he leaped up. "What'd ya break?" His only love was cars. Sigh! That's why he was still working at 9 o'clock on a Saturday night.
>>> "Who says I broke anything?" I pulled the keys back to my heart and tank top top that proclaimed I was ‘Damn Sexy!' Lowering my lashes, I pretended to be heartbroken. "That car is my baby."
"Okay." His tone softened. "Bill, lock up," he called over his shoulder as he followed my swaying ample hips.
"You drive." I tossed him my lucky rabbit's foot keychain.
One trip around the block, Joe-Bob turned to me. "I don't hear anything."
"You got to get it up to speed." I reached over the console and traced the eagle tattoo on his strong bicep with my French tip nail. "Take it out on the highway."
The engine hummed as Joe-Bob went through the gears. The countryside streaked by as the Mustang accelerated. As far as I was concerned, we couldn't run out of blacktop soon enough.
"You using the high octane gasoline like I told you?" Joe-Bob turned to me, his jaw dropping like a ton of bricks.
I had just pulled off my Damn Sexy tank top and was shaking my long dark hair. "Nothing but," I purred, looking pretty in a sexy black t-shirt bra. If I wasn't careful, I could lose my heart to this big lovable lug looking so handsome in the dashboard light.
Joe-Bob's foot must have fallen off the gas pedal because the car slowed to a crawl. "Charlene, you're going to catch your death of a cold." His brown eyes were drinking me up.
"Don't you worry about me." I winked at him. "I'm sure you'll keep me plenty warm." Prying his fingers from the shifter, I placed his strong calloused hand on the lacy top of my thigh high stocking. "You be careful around these curves." I blew him kisses from my fingertips.
Joe-Bob couldn't take his eyes off me, nearly wrecking the car before turning onto a dusty dirt road. "Charlene, what's gotten into you?" He asked slamming the car into park. "I still don't hear any noise."
"That noise," I confessed. "Is my heart every time I think about you." My sultry eyes traveled to the backseat. "Why don't we climb back there? I'll give you a ride?"
By:
Donelle Carol
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