Check the Oil

Jessica is 18 yrs. old, a high school graduate this year looking to attend college this fall. She is going to spend the summer in San Diego. She also is wanting to do some modeling. She knows that San Diego was a long way from Salt Lake City and the Arizona sun was beating down relentlessly on her old Chevette. Exactly 24 miles later, with smoke coming from under the hood, the car rolled to a stop on the shoulder of the highway, on a stretch of road no one else seemed to use and it was almost a half-hour before another vehicle came along. Much to Jessica’s surprise, it was a tow truck. A big, muscular man got out and walked up to the window.

“Name’s John. You need a tow?” Hi, my name is Jessica ” Pleased to meet you, and glad you happened along. Yes, I do in fact need a tow.” My eyes were on Jessica’s breasts as I said, “I didn’t just happen along. I patrol this stretch looking for broke down cars. There’s a lot of damn fools on the road who ain’t smart enough to check their oil when they should.”

Jessica didn’t say a word. She remained silent during the entire ride back to John’s garage. Sitting alone in the office, she watched through the glass door as John repaired the old Chevette. She just sat waiting patiently, buffing her nails and brushing her long, dark hair. I came into the office, I sat down at the desk and figured her bill. “It comes out at a total of $1,983.74, cash only please.” I said. ” I have Traveler’s Cheques. ” Jessica replied. ” I accept only cash.” I said. “And I told you I don’t take Traveler’s Cheques,” I said.

Jessica got an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach as I approached her. I had been giving her lecherous looks all along. Clamping her long legs together and nervously pulling at her shorts, she attempted to not look like the prey she felt she had become. ” Your not the first to owe me money and not have the cash,” I said with a suggestive smile. In fact, I like a pretty girl spreading even better than cash. I’m sure we can come to some arrangement. You owe me for parts and a couple hours of labor. Little lady, you stripping and spreading for the next hour or so ought to make us close to even.” “That is not an option,” she said, trying to remain calm. “You can take the Traveler’s Cheques or you can just keep the damn car. Those are the only two choices.”

Jessica covered her gasping mouth with both hands. Having her privates referred to in such a crude fashion was almost as shocking as what this man was suggesting. As I grabbed her arm, Jessica tried in vain to break free, I smiled at her and nodded.I said, ” Jessica, you’ve got spreading to do.” “Do you want to go in the back where we can have some privacy or do you want to do the spreading right here on the floor or bent over the car?” Jessica did not answer, as she was dragged to the rear of the garage, Jessica struggled to no avail. In the dim light, Jessica tripped and fell onto something soft. The light came on and she found herself in the center of a stained mattress in the middle of a storeroom. A collection of torn panties covered one wall. I pointed and said, “Yours will go right there.” Jessica tried to scramble to her feet, but I was too quick. Grabbing one of her ankles I yanked and she fell hard onto her back.

“This is a good place for spreading, is it not?” I asked. “It has a nice soft bed for you and there is plenty of room to move around. My tall, muscular frame lay across her diagonally, pinning her to the mattress. My mouth and tongue were sucking and licking her neck. One of my strong, dirty hands was down her blouse feeling her breasts through her bra. The other was under her, attempting to unzip her shorts. Jessica summoned all of her strength and twisted to one side, throwing me off of her. As fast as she could, she scooted down the mattress and got her feet on the floor. As I tried to right myself, she jumped up and leapt at the door.

Suddenly, she found herself moving backwards instead of forwards as the buttons down her front popped and flew. I had a hold of the back of her blouse. A heartbeat later, she was again on her back with me lying across her. Her heart skipped its next beat in response to me jerking her bra up and exposing her small firm breasts with perky nipples. She had landed in a much more compromising position than before and one of my legs was between her own. One of my hands had found its way up her shorts and my knuckles were stroking her through the thin fabric that made up the crotch of her panties.

“You don’t want to go,” I said, stopping for a second to kiss each of her nipples. “You would just be embarrassed.” “I have a big one,” I said, lifting my slobbering mouth from Jessica’s breast. “You will like how it feels in you. Jessica violently threw her weight to one side again, but this time failed in freeing herself. It was looking more and more as if her fate was sealed. My legs had forced her own wider apart. Her shorts were tight across her thighs. My fingers were clawing at the leg hole of her panties in an attempt to get in and touch where no man had. Throwing herself in the opposite direction, Jessica inadvertently gave me the access I had failed in achieving on my own. My hand slid up her thigh and under the elastic that formed the leg hole of her white cotton panties. My index and middle fingers hooked and pulled and then dropped into her crotch.