Pin up girl Stories

The bright red paint on the 1963 Corvette gleamed in the sunlight as I finished wiping it down. It was a beautiful car, freshly restored and ready to cruise with its top down. It had taken me two years to get it back to this condition. I checked my watch again in frustration. Where the hell is she? He said she would be here at 4:00. The owner of the car was a customer named Tom. He wanted his newly finished car photograph...

Her flame-red hair was in a pony-tail and stuck out through the back opening of the ball cap she wore. It wagged as she moved, like the tail on a happy dog, brushing the tops of her shoulders. I watched as she bent over the fender of the 1963 Impala in an attempt to loosen the distributor, her slender body stretched out as she reached into the engine bay. Wonder what she looks like without those coveralls on? The blue cov...