Chapter Two

“I'm so glad you came along. I'm Jessie, by the way.” She tried to sound relaxed as BJ reached between her legs, shifting the wrecker into gear. She crossed her arms in front of her, not quite sure what to do with her hands. Every time he shifted the pedals, his leg muscles brushed hers. The small quarters left little room and her left thigh burned from the warmth searing through his dark blue jeans. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies and a heat settled in her core as his wrist grazed her knee. She was pressed against him all the way from the toe of her leopard pump to her shoulder. The left side of her sizzled at least ten degrees warmer than her right.

“No problem, ma'am. Everyone calls me BJ.” He grinned and winked. BJ checked the blind spot and rear view mirror before hitting the gas.

“Ah. That's an interesting name.”

“Just a nickname I've had since I was a kid. I was a junior so it was just easier than calling my dad and me by the same name. Unfortunately, the name stuck.” His hand brushed her knee, scorching her with his touch. Despite the heat, she swore he had goose bumps rise before he quickly brushed them away.

Jessie flinched, a spark igniting inside her. Nipples puckered, tight and tender against her lace bra. Her eyes were transfixed by the slender, tan fingers moving between the stick shift and the steering wheel. She ached to have those fingers slide up her thigh and touch her clit. Jessie swallowed and breathed deeply. The rhythm of her heart beat so fast it would surely leap from her chest any minute.

“I see you have a cooler. I hope I won't be keeping you from a date or something?” Jessie couldn't believe that just came out of her mouth. She cringed at having sounded like a teenager searching for answers.

“Yep, I got a date, all right.”

Jealously spiked at the thought of him making love to another woman. The thought made her feel foolish. She had just met this guy, why should she care if he had a date or not?

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience. Hopefully it will only take a few minutes to change the tire and I can be out of your hair in no time.” She clasped her hands together and looked straight ahead.

BJ laughed. “I’ve got a date with a beer and a fishing pole. How about you? Do you need to call anyone, tell them you'll be late? You should have reception by now.” He shifted the stick again, sending another spark through her system.

“No, I had an appointment but I missed it. I just need to get home and grab some wine, maybe a good book.” Damn, had she really sounded that pathetic? So much for being the big seducer. Her lack of social life sounded embarrassing, even to her. Jessica crossed her arms and bit her lip. She’s been told she looked good for her age. She worked out, did yoga, ate right. Her size six jeans were proof of that. Unfortunately the guys she had dated were stuffy and not very exciting. Jessie rested her jaw on a fist and stole a quick look at the guy to her left.

He looked a few years younger. Did she dare to try to seduce some man she just met, let alone someone younger than her? It was a little dangerous to think so, and yet hugely exciting. She had only ever dated older guys and look how that had turned out? She was still living alone and lonely for love and adventure in her life. Yes, she deserved to have wild, gratuitous sex with this hot, handsome man.

“Well, I'll try to get that tire fixed and have you on your way as soon as possible.”

Her heart took a nosedive with his promise for a speedy fix to her car. “Thanks, you have been so kind. I really appreciate it.”

Before she knew it, the vehicle came to a halt. BJ smiled and turned, their faces mere inches apart. His eyes seem to linger on her lips, and he breathed a deep sigh. Taking a quick glance into his eyes, her senses kicked into overdrive. He smelled so good, so male. An erotic combination of the outdoors, mixed with a hint of musky sweat from the humid day. She could already feel those sensual lips on her mouth, her neck, her breasts, yearning and warmth spread through her body.

Putting the vehicle in park, his hand slid across her left thigh. Her muscles quivered to his touch and she yearned for his fingers to explore more. A shiver ran down her spine. Like a footprint in the sand, the impression of his hand on her leg lingered and she tingled all the way to her toes. Hooded eyes rose to meet her and she couldn’t turn away from his stare. Those eyes that appeared dark as coal from a distance now flashed an enticing warm brown. Was that longing? He leaned in. Would he kiss her?

His gaze dropped to her mouth again before he cleared his throat. “Well, ma’am, we're here,” BJ announced and exited the truck.

Again the gentleman, he waited to assist her with the long step down. Jessie melted. This man could do anything to her and she wouldn't protest. She wanted him to do anything and everything to her. It didn't matter if it was in the wrecker, on top of the wrecker, on the road. Well, maybe not the road, but a grassy path perhaps.

“Ma'am, are you coming, or do you want to stay out here?” BJ stumbled with the word “coming” and a flush crossed his cheeks.

Jessie looked to where he stood, hand outstretched to help her out of the door. If he only knew how close she was to coming. She smiled and slid across the seat, purposely letting her skirt slide up a little farther. She took the hand he offered. Her eyes were transfixed by her small, fair hand engulfed by his large one. His fingers warm and smooth, yet rough from hard work. She almost whimpered when he released her hand.

She followed him to the service garage, admiring his firm ass in the tight blue jeans. The overhead sign announced they were at Spencer's, the place she had been going to pay a sales call. BJ unlocked the door, obviously a valued employee that he had his own key. She entered, relieved that old man Bernard seemed to be nowhere in sight.

Her personal mechanic headed for what looked to be an office and returned carrying a folding chair. Opening it, he indicated she take a seat. Jessie sat and crossed her legs. Hitting the garage door opener, the big overhead door opened with a rush of heat. The air hung thick from the impending storm. A flash of lightning crisscrossed the sky. BJ headed to a worktable at the back of the garage where he adjusted the channels and volume on a radio. He moved the radio's antenna back and forth until the static cleared.

“I hope you like the blues, ma'am. We don't get too many channels back here.”

Jessica nodded her approval. The sultry vibrations of Southern blues serenaded her. It didn’t take long for BJ to unload her car, pump up the jack, and start working on her tire. Watching the hunky mechanic work, listening to calming music, and feeling the wild rush of pre-storm air was exciting and nostalgic at the same time. She had grown up in a garage like this and instantly felt at home. The place was organized, quaint, and had the distinct smell of rubber and oil. A dark patina of grime coated the walls and worktables. A girly calendar and a time card machine graced the wall above the radio. Even the zip zip sound of the impact wrench was music to her ears.

Somewhere along the way—she really didn't care when—BJ had shed his shirt. His arm muscles bulged as he pulled off the tire. His sculpted chest glistened, broad shoulders flexed, muscles tightening. Her breasts ached to be pressed naked up against his chest, her body wanted to be held tight in those strong arms. She loved a man with chest hair. Springy black coils enhanced his pecs before tapering to a neat treasure trail heading south. She clasped her hands together, but they still involuntarily wiggled on their own, itching to run their way through the thick, dark curls.

Jessie had time to think while watching him work. Her mind reeled with plans to seduce him, but she was starting to think that was what he wanted her to do. Maybe she would wait and enjoy the show a little longer. He didn't seem to be in that big a hurry to get the job done.

He checked air pressure in the other three tires for possible leaks as well. BJ stretched and flexed his muscles several times—not that she was counting or anything. Her concentration broke only a couple times to listen to the severe weather warnings beeping on the radio.

BJ strutted by her again and returned from the office carrying a big towel. He headed to an outside water pump. Pulling the pump handle up, he splashed water from the hose over his glistening upper body and head. He shook his head sending a spray of droplets in every direction. Jessie smiled as she enjoyed the show. Boldly he glanced her way every so often and flexed a muscle or two. Yes, he was definitely hoping for some kind of response. She'd let him beg a little more. The click of the water handle hitting the pump ended his shower. Drying off with the towel, he headed back toward her chair.

His eyes locked on hers, a suggestive smile on his face. “Anything else I can interest you in today, ma'am, since we're already here in the garage? Need any spark plugs, a battery check…” He grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Lube job?” The Southern drawl rumbled slow and exaggerated.

Jessica almost laughed out loud. If she was anymore “lubed up,” she would slide right off the chair. Enjoying the seduction immensely, Jessie shook her head no. BJ strolled over and leaned against the garage door, his left hand rested on his hip. Taking in a deep breath, his jeans slid down a couple inches, revealing dark curls above the top of his now very low waistband. An obvious erection threatened to reveal itself.

He glanced at the ground before turning to face her. Thumbs hooked through his belts loops now accentuated his ample package even more. A sexy smirk crossed his lips.

“Ma'am, I think you should probably wait out the storm here. It looks fucking bad.” He gazed at the sky before turning back to Jessie. “Ah, I'm sorry about the language, ma’am.”

That was it. Jessica uncrossed her legs and sat up straight. The game had gone on a little too long. It was time to take home the prize, but could she really do this? Step out of her comfort zone for once and go for something she really wanted and what seemed to be being handed to her on a silver platter. Someone unlike anyone she had ever gone for before and seemed to be wanting it as much as she did?

Standing, she walked across the floor, her high heels echoing on the cement. Pasting a determined look on her face, she stopped close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. Her right index finger poked his chest. “I'll leave when I'm good and ready, and don't you ever fucking call me ma'am again. Understood?” She poked her finger again for emphasis.

“Yes, mm…ah, Jessie. Sorry about that” BJ stammered, evidently shocked at being put in his place.

“Apology accepted and I happen to like thunderstorms. They’re so stimulating, don’t you think? Dangerous, powerful, and captivating all at the same time.” She flashed him her most devilish grin as her fingers trailed across his chest. Under her fingers, his chest muscles tightened.

“Well, Jessie, since you aren't ready to leave yet, what else can I do for you?” He cradled her hand to his chest and his heart beat vigorously against her palm.

“I can think of a few things” Jessie teased and licked her lips. His sultry gaze fell from her eyes to her mouth. When had she turned into such a femme fatale? Who cared? She loved every minute of her newfound voice. A sense of giddiness and empowerment filled her from head to toe. She felt vulnerable yet in control at the same time.

“Me, too.” BJ framed her face with his hands, his mouth lowering to taste hers.

His lips soft yet firm, his kiss both tender and sweet. Her eyes lowered and her knees felt weak. BJ continued to nip at her lips as his fingers slid along her jaw line. He undid the clip of her hair and tossed it aside. Strong fingers glided through her hair, slowly untwined it from its French twist.

As the storm intensified, so did his assault on her mouth. Jessie moaned as his tongue slipped in for the first time. He teased and aroused all her senses. His mouth tasted fresh and sweet. BJ’s hands slid lower to her waist and her heart rate edged higher.

Finally coming up for air, he found a ticklish spot on her neck with his lips and Jessie giggled, eyes now wide open. A flash of lightning blinded her while thunder shook the ground. The wind belted sand in a dust devil across the road. The sand pelted them from behind. BJ pulled her tightly to his chest, sheltering her from the dirt as he hit the overhead button. The garage door closed and the large building became a private and intimate haven from the storm.

“I've been imagining you naked since I first saw you.” BJ brushed a piece of windblown hair from her face. His bright smile sent tingles to her toes. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the back of the garage. The lights flickered twice.

“Where are we going? I'm not an engine, you know.” Jessie giggled before landing lightly on the clean worktable. Was he going to give her a tune up after all?

“What are you laughing at? I'll have you know, I've done some of my best work on this table.” BJ laughed, bracing a hand on the counter. “Seriously, I've always had this fantasy of fucking a gorgeous, hot woman right here on this table.” He slid some tools to the side with the swipe of his hand.

Jessie breathed hard. It wasn't just the storm making her nerves feel electrified. He had fantasies and so did she—a younger man for her, a worktable for him. Two birds with one stone, so to speak.

“As long as I don’t get any splinters.” She crossed her legs, posing seductively.

“Well, first we have to look under the hood.” BJ smiled while trailing a finger along the neckline of her shirt.

“Whoa. No more car references.”

“I’m only teasing you,” BJ whispered in her ear, his lips erasing all thought from her mind as he kissed, nipped and licked a trail to a tender shoulder. He slipped buttons from their holes and eased her silk blouse to the side. His finger slid one bra strap down, followed by the other. The wind howled louder rattling the garage walls. All her thoughts merged into one blocking out the storm to center on this young man. His warm, smooth fingers singed her flesh with every touch.

Jessie woke from a passionate haze when he grazed her nipple, his thumb rubbing it to a hard peak. Her pencil skirt slid higher as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She couldn't get close enough. His cock pressed against her and the new sensation worked its way to her core. The warmth of his hands worked their magic on her breasts. Falling back on the table, she arched her back, her breasts aching for his mouth. A moan escaped as his lips tasted the first bud.

Her fingers ran through his hair and held him close. Her head rolled from side to side as he darted from one luscious peak to the other. Juices flowed to her pussy. If she never left this table, she would die a happy death and call it good. His lips explored down her stomach, licking, nipping, and kissing. No, she wasn't ready to die yet.

He yanked her black lace panties down. His work-roughened hands explored every curve and silky plane of her skin. He squeezed her calf before sliding his hands over her thigh. Her leg trembled with his touch. BJ's whisker-coarse jaw tickled the soft skin of her stomach as he dropped tender kisses there.

He worked his way to her pussy. A cry escaped her as his tongue first touched her clit. His mouth explored. He teased her pearl before delving lower to trace his tongue along the folds, rimming her entrance to taste her sweet honey. Inching her body closer to the edge, she craved more.

Her head fell back, the pleasure building higher and higher. Her motor purred to life like a well-oiled machine. Someone had jumped on the gas pedal, full speed ahead. A whimpering sound escaped her lips when he stopped, rose, and silenced it with a kiss. She licked the musky taste of her juices from his lips. His demanding fingers sent her bundles of nerves climbing again, a powerful rhythm matched only by the oncoming storm.

Her chest flushed, muscles clenched. A gasp flowed from her as his finger entered her core. The thrusting fingers twisted in her pussy, pushing her over a climactic edge. Jessie’s toes tingled as flashes of light exploded behind her eyes. The thunder in the background mirrored her ecstasy as it crashed and rumbled through the valley.

One final roar of thunder echoed before a sense of calm filled the air. A light rain now hit the roof. A contented moan sang from her lips. Jessie couldn't remember the last time she felt this good, no, this great. She wanted to memorize every detail, every sound, and every smell.

She arched and stretched, fully content, breathing deeply. Sitting up, Jessie wrapped her legs around him. Smiling like a cat with cream on its whiskers, her inner feline meowed for additional treats. She pressed her soft body against his hard one. Her hands trailed down his back before grabbing his firm ass.

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Pulling a condom from his wallet, BJ thanked the nail that flattened Jessie's tire. From any direction, she was a work of beauty, her hair a tousled mess. The taste of her still lingered on his lips. The fluorescent lights cast her skin a golden color. He had to look away, catch his breath. Hell, he could shoot a load just looking at her.

Jessie slid off the table, her hands coming to his chest. Her long fingers glided through his chest hair and stopped at his belt. The snap popped, the zipper slowly inching its way down. He grasped her hands, no more or he'd explode. Breathing deeply, he turned her around.

“I have to slow down, you overwhelm me.” BJ whispered to her back. He held her tightly, his erection pressing her lower back. Kissing her shoulder, he trailed his fingers up her arm. Eying the goose bumps that trailed behind, his chest puffed a little higher. Jessie wiggled her ass, leaning over the counter. Okay, time's up. He reached from behind to stroke her clit, her inner thighs drenched with cream.

Never had he met such a stimulating, self-assured woman. Slipping the condom on, he eased gently into her warm pussy. He had her exactly where he wanted; face down on the work bench in his garage, a reality a hundred times better than any fantasy he could remember. Starting out slow, he enjoyed every inch of her slick canal, ever increasing in intensity, thrusting faster and faster. He fingered her clit again. Jessie was already a step ahead quivering on the verge of another orgasm. Her body pressed flat to the table and BJ grasp a handful of her thick red hair.

She cried out, her core grabbing him in a loving grip. BJ gave one last thrust, his body shuddering once, twice, three times. His balls tightened and tingles ran up his spine. A colorful series of fireworks shot through his head and flowed through his veins. He groaned in triumph and came in hot streams. His hand grasped the counter, sure he would pass out from his orgasm.

His other hand reached out and caressed the curve of her hip. Letting out a deep breath, he knew he was lost. Damn. He hadn’t pulled out yet and his cock was already twitching for more. He couldn't wait to make love to her again. The next time it would be nice and slow, in his bed, in his home.