The black minivan pulled up and stopped in front of the open garage bay door. As I looked up, the tinted driver's window lowered and revealed the face of a beautiful brunette. She was middle-aged, with long curly hair and a bright smile. I was intrigued.
"Excuse me," she called out. "Can you help me for a moment?"
I put the wrench down, wiped my hands on a clean rag and strolled over to the open window.
"Sorry to bother you," she said with a smile. "A warning light on my dash just came on."
I poked my head through the window opening and took a quick peek at the gauges. I also took a quick peek at her. A short black skirt and black stockings adorned a long pair of slender legs. The white blouse revealed ample cleavage and the edge of a black bra underneath.
"That is the MIL," I said. "Malfunction Indicator Lamp, also known as the "check-engine" light."
"What do I do?" she asked.
"You stay right there," I replied with a smile. "I will be right back."
I returned to the van with my code-reader. As I approached I saw her eyes sweep over my six-foot frame and a slight smile of approval appear on her face. Her brown eyes seemed to twinkle.
"I will do a quick scan and see what your car has to tell me," I explained.
"All right," she said as she undid her seatbelt. "Do I need to open the hood?"
"No, the connector is under the steering wheel area of the dash," I said. "Just open the door for me, you can stay seated."
I stepped away and she opened the door wide. I looked her over again, taking in the appealing sight in front of me before going to one knee.
"If you don't mind I need to get between your legs for a moment," I said as I showed her the connector plug.
"I don't mind that at all," she replied with a sexy grin. "Take your time."
My hand found the connector and plugged in the code reader. As it powered up and scanned the computers my eyes strayed to the stocking-clad calves in front of me. My gaze swept up her legs and stopped at the hem of the skirt. I glanced up at her to see her watching me closely and her eyes met mine.
"Do you like the view?" she giggled.
"Very appealing," I replied.
Her hands tugged up the hem of the skirt and revealed the top of her thighs. I could see the edges of black lace between them.
"Maybe a little more?" she teased as her thighs parted slightly.
"Maybe a little more than that," I encouraged. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all," she growled as her legs parted to reveal the black lace covering her.
My right hand moved on its own and I felt the silk of the stockings as it slid up her leg. It continued up her thigh and my fingers appeared on the edge of the black lace. She slid down in her seat slightly as my fingers traced over the damp patch of material and slid between the crease.