I had been going into the car spares shop over the past few months, buying those little necessities that are required when you own a second-hand car. Bits tend to need replacing and mine also had a habit of blowing bulbs on a fairly regular basis.
On my past few visits, I had noticed a lovely young lady assistant, who I would guess was about twenty-five years of age (that is young to me as I am fifty-five). She had short hair in a bob, which she dyed differently every few weeks. Sometimes shades of red, sometimes shocking pink. She was slim with perky breasts, stood about 5’ 2” and wore glasses, which was always a turn-on for me when worn by a pretty girl.
She was always smiling whenever I saw her. The first couple of times she served me, I really did not pay too much attention, apart from admiring her beauty and reading her name badge, which was placed over her right breast. ‘Eve – Assistant Manager’ it proclaimed. She was far too young and pretty for an old guy like me to have a look in.
However, the more I saw of her, the more I wanted to see her. Call it the fantasies of a frustrated old man. I spent time tinkering with my old Triumph TR6 and made every possible excuse as to why I needed to visit the shop, frequenting it more than was necessary.
On the odd day she was not there, I would feel a void in my life. I think I was reverting into a lovesick sixteen-year-old. Sad, I know. Every time I entered the shop, if Eve was not busy, she made a beeline for me, smiled that wonderful smile and asked if I needed any help. She was very knowledgeable about cars, and we would have the odd chat about all things automotive. I began to feel a bit of a sad and frustrated old man and decided I needed to get a life, so I stopped going to the shop for a while.
However, by staying away, the need to see her only became more pronounced. Every day I would wonder past the shop, take a surreptitious look through the window to see if Eve was there and then walk on by. What was I doing? After a couple of weeks of this sad activity, I decided to go back. I decided, however, to stop staring at Eve, just be a normal customer, buy what I needed and go home.
When I walked in, she was at the back of the store, serving another customer. I wandered around aimlessly for a while and then found the part I was looking for. As I was about to pick it up, I felt the presence of someone close behind me and I heard Eve say, ‘Well, hello stranger.’
I turned around to see her smiling at me. I went red, looked down at the floor and mumbled something about the weather. How embarrassing!
‘Yes, it is a wet old day out there. Did you find what you were looking for?’
‘Yes, thanks.'
I looked up to find she was still smiling at me. Again, I was feeling like an awkward teenager, and I became flustered. I was just staring at her and wondering what to say, maybe something like. ‘You are gorgeous, I want to fuck you so badly.’ She would call me a dirty old man and escort me off the premises. Or maybe I could try, ‘Do you fancy coming for a drink?’ I could see how that one would work out, even if she were dumb enough to agree. Sitting in a pub together, all the guys staring at her and thinking, is that her dad, or is he paying for her company?
None of this was going to end well.
‘Yes, well, thank you. I have to get along now. Nice to see you.’
I headed for the doors, forgetting to pick up the item I had chosen. What a moron!! Why did she have that effect on me? She was young enough to be my daughter and I was acting like a spotty youth. I could hardly string a sentence together. What the fuck?
After a few days, I built up the courage to go back into the shop and decided that, if I were lucky enough to talk to her, I would act my age this time. Once more, as soon as she was free, she approached me with a big smile.
‘Hi, you forgot to pick up that spark plug spanner last time you were in. I have put it aside for you.’
‘Yes, sorry about that, not sure what came over me. Could I collect it?’
She told me to follow her to the rear of the shop. As I walked behind her, I could not fail to notice how her bottom swayed from side to side. She was wearing a tight-fitting pair of black trousers and I could not make out any panty line. I was so mesmerised by her arse that when she stopped to open the storeroom door, I almost bumped into her.
She went inside and soon emerged with the spanner and then asked me what car I had. I gave her the lowdown on my TR6.
‘Oh, nice car. I have an MGB Roadster, I love the old ones. They sometimes need care and attention, but once you get them running properly, they purr along nicely, don’t you think?’
As she said this, I was sure I saw a glint in her eye as she looked me up and down. I am not quick on the uptake and decided she was just being a helpful soul who had time to keep an old guy happy and keep me returning to the store. So, I held out my hands and she passed the tool to me.
We went to the till and when she handed me the receipt, her fingers lingered on mine, much more than was necessary.
‘I hope you treat all your ladies kindly and with care.’ She remarked.
I stood there staring at her, trying to think of a witty riposte, but another guy asked her for assistance, in a loud and irritating voice, which interrupted my train of thought. Eve called out to him, said goodbye to me and sashayed off to serve the lucky gent.
Being a bit on the slow side, I headed home, trying to figure out whether I was just being a silly old fool, reading signals where there weren’t any, or I was missing out on the chance of a lifetime.
I decided I had to do something about it. The next day, I took up a position across the road from the store and watched as other customers entered the shop. I saw Eve interact with some, but she did not appear to pay particular attention to any of them. Even guys who were younger and more attractive than me were treated, well, not with indifference, but with charm and efficiency.
After a while of watching these comings and goings, I waited for her to be serving again and I entered the store, making sure I walked past her on my way to look at some spare parts. As I did so, she gave me that smile and excused herself from dealing with the other customer. She came straight up to me, stopping very close and gave me her full-on beaming smile.
‘Hi, look we seem to get along quite well but I don’t even know your name.’
I swallowed and, in my nervousness, said, “Ph-Phillip”. Then dried up.
She smiled, reached out and touched my arm.
‘Ph-Phillip? Is that one “P” or two?’
This made me laugh and helped to break the ice. She still had her hand on my arm, and I decided this was a good time to take a much closer look at Eve. I had thought she was beautiful but in fact she was more than that. There was something about the way she stood, with her head slightly to one side, looking at me with those amazing green eyes.
I think eyes are the most beautiful part of a woman and hers were striking. She was not wearing a lot of make-up, she smelt fantastic, her hair was silky, and she had a slight blemish on her right cheek, which showed she was not scared of letting her imperfections show. I noticed that today her blouse was unbuttoned more than usual, and I could see the edges of her bra.
‘Phillip, I would like to get to know more about you and your car, is that OK?’
‘OK?’ I thought, ‘OK’?
I could not believe what I was hearing. Before I could respond, one of the other members of staff called her name, which made her drop her hand. She turned away, looking a little flustered.
I had to pinch myself, and I did, very hard on the arm just to make sure I was not dreaming. I wasn’t.
Eve was kept busy with another customer, and I picked up a can of grease, not that I needed it, but I could not just wonder off without trying to speak to her again. I waited for my moment and went to the till.
I placed the tin on the counter and reached for my wallet.
‘Umm, grease. Are you going to be greasing some nipples with that?’
I thought to myself. ‘Only yours if I had the choice, but with something much nicer than this gunk.’
She then said, ‘I don’t think you want to buy this today, but here, don’t go home empty-handed. Please take a close, and I mean a close look, at our special offers in this leaflet.’
I thanked her, took the leaflet and before I could say anything else, she turned away and started to serve another customer. I walked out of the shop a bit muddled, putting the leaflet in my pocket. I was remembering her touch and smell, and the fact that she wanted to know me some more, but when I was at the till, she had just kind of dismissed me.
I had been married to Diane for many years. We had a comfortable life, in a lovely home and were still very close. However, sex was a thing of the past. It frustrated the hell out of me, especially as when we were younger, we used to have a great sex life. I had tried to talk to her on numerous occasions about it, but got nowhere, so things never changed. What happens to married couples?
After getting back from the store, I sorted out lunch for us both. Before I sat down, I felt the urge to sneeze, so I felt in my pocket for a tissue. All I found was the leaflet which Eve had handed to me earlier. I managed to suppress the sneeze and headed to the bin, to throw the leaflet away, when I thought I felt something inside it.
I opened it up and to my shock, but also delight, I found a photograph of Eve. In it she was totally naked, with her back towards the camera, which showed off her delightful pert arse. Her head was turned around towards me and I could see she was holding her mobile phone. She must have had a full-length mirror in order to take this delicious selfie. She had a wicked smile on her face.
I kept staring at the image and it took a while for me to register that she had written her mobile telephone number across the bottom of the photo in a felt-tip pen, followed by ‘6:30 p.m. XXX’. This was a special offer I was not about to refuse. I impatiently waited for the clock to reach the allotted time.
At about 6:15, I told Diane I was off to the shop, as I fancied some chocolate and asked her if she wanted me to buy some for her as well. She said she was fine.
I walked to the nearby park, hoping I would find a quiet place where I would not be overheard. I was trembling when I rang her number, trying to think of what to say to her. The call went straight to voicemail. I was devastated. I tried again, but once more the call went straight to voicemail. Was this some kind of weird prank?
I was just about to leave the park when my phone rang, and I heard Eve’s sweet voice. She apologised, saying her mother had called unexpectedly and she had trouble getting her off the phone, but now she was all mine.
I said, ‘Is that true?’
‘Yes, it was my mother.’
‘No, I meant, are you all mine?’
She laughed. ‘I am yours to do as you wish, but only after I have finished with you first!’
I was starting to get hard just listening to her.
She told me she was off work in a couple of days and asked me to come over to her place in the afternoon so we could have some fun.
We arranged to meet up and I headed home, just managing to remember to buy the chocolate on the way. Diane asked me why it had taken so long, and I told her I had met up with an ex-colleague of mine who said there was a drink happening in two days and was she happy for me to go along.
Of course, she had no issues with that. I think she was glad to get me out from under her feet, to be honest. I went to bed a very happy guy anticipating my afternoon of fun with a lovely young woman.
On the appointed day, Eve sent me a message with her address on it, which was accompanied by a photo of her wearing a black old-fashioned corset, which held up black seamed stockings. Her feet were enclosed in a pair of red patent leather high heel shoes. She had on a pair of knickers, well, more of a thong really, which accentuated her beautiful arse. Christ, she was horny!
I made my way to her place, full of anticipation and nerves. I was not sure I would be able to cope with such a young and sexy woman like her.
I had decided against buying her flowers or chocolates, such a cliché. Instead, I had popped into her store and bought the tin of grease and tied a red ribbon around it. I had also bought a bottle of white wine and one of red, as I did not know which one, if any, she had a preference for.
I had dressed casually and sprayed on my favourite after-shave, but not too much of it. Eve opened the door, standing behind it and peered around to look at me.
‘Hi, Ph-Phillip.’
She giggled and invited me in. As I walked past her, I understood why she stayed behind the door. All she was wearing was a short oriental silk dressing gown which came halfway up her thighs showing off her lovely legs, she was bare-footed and today her hair was bright pink. She was wearing matching lipstick and no other make-up.
She took me into the kitchen where soft music was playing and offered me a drink. I took out the wine and handed her the gift, which made her laugh. I loved how she smiled. We sat side by side on stools, with our legs brushing up against each other. There was no awkwardness between us; in fact, it felt as though we had known each other for ages.
We opened the red wine and chatted about life, loves and likes. My eyes wandered all over her whilst sitting there and I noticed her short silk robe had ridden up and was only just covering her most intimate area.
My eyes kept drifting down to it and I could see this amused her. Every now and then she would wriggle on her stool and the robe would ride up higher. She would then look me in the eyes and dare me to look down at the view.
As beautiful as her eyes were, I could not keep my gaze from her legs. This was turning into a very interesting afternoon and my dick was starting to get uncomfortable in my trousers.
After we had been chatting a while, Eve said, ‘You’ve shaved your beard off.’
I had short stubble most of the time.
‘Oh yes, I did not want to irritate your skin if I got near your sensitive regions.’
She thanked me and parted her legs making her robe ride up some more. She reached over and planted a wet kiss on my lips, then took hold of my hand, placing it against her pussy. I could feel the heat coming off it. She sighed and closed her eyes.
My temperature was rising, and my cock was now trying to force its way out of my underpants and trousers. She looked down at it.
‘I think you need to get more comfortable.’
I removed my hand and she hopped off the stool saying she wanted to take a shower and would I care to join her. Would I care to join her? I was off that stool in a flash.
She led me by the hand up the stairs. I made sure I stayed behind her as she climbed up, as I wanted to drink in the view of that arse and legs. She did not disappoint as she swung her hips seductively from side to side, making the cheeks of her arse lift up and down. What a sight to behold.
We entered her bedroom, which was beautifully decorated. Across the length of one wall was a wardrobe which had floor-to-ceiling mirrored doors. She made her way to the en-suite bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and she started to hum a recent tune.
I was surprised at how calm I felt. I had never cheated on my wife and yet here I was with a stunning young lady about to jump her bones. I took my time taking my clothes off, as I wanted to savour every minute of this experience. I looked at myself in the mirror and was glad that I kept myself reasonably fit. I exercised most days and went running when I could; not far, it has to be said, but everything helped.
I entered the bathroom. Eve was standing under a stream of hot water, with her back to me. I called out “Hello”, as I did not want to startle her.
She turned around to face me, a wondrous vision. She was lithe, slim and graceful. She obviously worked out as her muscles had definition without being like those of a bodybuilder. I could see she had a narrow line of pubic hair running down to her labia in the form of a Brazilian. It looked as though it was pointing the way towards heaven.
‘Wow!’ I said, ‘You are beautiful.’
Amazingly, she blushed and put one hand across her genitals and with her other hand she beckoned me in. Not needing a second invitation, I stepped into the stream of water and put my arms around her, and she did the same to me.
We began to kiss passionately. It had been years since I last kissed my wife like this. It was almost animalistic. My cock, which felt huge, was pressing up against her stomach.
I slowly moved my hands up her body and gently took hold of her face. She moved her hands to my bottom and squeezed my cheeks, pulling me up against her even more.
Eventually, we came up for breath and we both gave a little laugh.
‘Welcome to my house and an afternoon of fun and depravity. It feels as though you are up for it.’
‘More than ready. I hope I manage to live up to your expectations.’
‘I don’t have expectations, or regrets, just needs.’
She grabbed hold of my cock.
‘So far, so good, sir!’
She let go of it and returned to squeezing the cheeks of my arse. This was so nice. I loved taking showers with women, not that I had been fortunate enough to do so for years.
‘Eve, I would love to soap you down.’
‘Ooh, yes, please.’
I applied some shower gel to my hands, knelt down and gently began to massage one of her feet, taking my time pulling her toes and paying particular attention to the ankle. I then started to massage her calf with firm pressure. I moved up to her knee and spent time there, tickling the back of it.
I heard her giggle, so I gave this area some extra attention. I very slowly massaged the whole of her thigh from her knee towards her crotch. I made sure that I gave the lightest of brush of my fingertips to her pussy, teasing her before I repeated the task on the other leg.
When I had finished both legs, I stood up, looking her in the eyes.
‘Eve, you are amazing and I am so lucky.’
As she went to respond, I gently covered her mouth with mine and we kissed again. When we stopped, she smiled at me, putting her hands on her hips.
‘I think you have forgotten my breasts.’
‘Don’t be impatient. I was working up to them!’
I reached out and grabbed her tits and rubbed her nipples with my thumbs. She seemed to enjoy this as she squirmed herself towards me.
I got some more gel and started to very gently massage her ears and neck. I paid particular attention to the areas around her earlobes and the nape of her neck. I could tell by the look on her face and the noises coming from her that she was enjoying it.
I moved down to her shoulders, after which I massaged her arms and back. I spent a long time caressing her belly, working up a lather around her bellybutton and the area just above her pussy. She was moaning louder now, and I must admit, the excitement of the moment made me want to blow my load, but I dug deep and kept to the task in hand, so to speak.
Slowly, I worked up her body to her breasts and spent a long time on them; massaging, squeezing and rubbing. By this point, her nipples had grown, so that they were really standing out. When I flicked at each one repeatedly, she put her head back and closed her eyes.
I pulled her towards me and poured some more gel into my hands and began to massage the cheeks of her bottom, making sure I applied enough pressure and worked my way towards her anus. I gently rubbed her ring, by which point she was squirming some more.
I decided to chance my arm (well, a finger at least) and slipped one into her anus, which made her gasp.
‘Sorry, did that hurt you?’
I went to remove my finger, but she told me to keep going. I was more than happy to oblige.
I moved around to her side and used my other hand to gently cup her pussy lips, laying my middle finger along her slit, just adding pressure whilst my finger pumped in and out of her anus. I felt her lips engorge and her slit began to open.
I slowly began to circle my fingers along her lips before using one to probe her opening and used my thumb to connect with her clitoris. She whimpered and squirmed some more as I kept up a circular motion on her clit, occasionally flicking my thumb pad across it and alternating this with pressing my thumb hard against it. I was rewarded by her lips opening some more and I slid two fingers into her.
I removed my thumb and curled my fingers up to find her g-spot, whilst still finger-fucking her arse. Within a couple of minutes, I felt the wave of her orgasm pulsing through her, and she started to moan and gasp before coming to a shuddering climax.
As it ripped through her, I took her in my arms, kissed her neck and held her tightly. We held onto each other for a while, just enjoying the moment.
Eve returned the compliment, getting a load of shower gel and rubbing my back, arse and the tops of my legs. After which I was ready to shoot my load, which she sensed. She knelt and kissed the tip of my penis, took me into her mouth and gave me a soft and slow blowjob.
My mind was in overdrive. I had not had a BJ in years and had often fantasised about getting a lovely young woman like her to suck me off. She was amazing and it did not take long before I felt my spunk rising. She pulled me out and I exploded over her face. Holy shit! No woman had ever done that for me before. It was erotic, but at the same time, I found it a little disturbing. I needn’t have worried, as she told me it was one of her favourite things to do.
‘Well, that is the first minor service complete, sir. I hope it was to your satisfaction. I think you’ll find the next time you crank your engine it will keep going for a lot longer.’
