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I had been using the same mechanic and auto repair shop for the last twenty years. Their work was the best, and they always went the extra mile to make sure you were satisfied. In fact, ‘we go the extra mile’ was written below their name on the sign.
Of course, all good things come to an end, and William’s retirement was inevitable. He was a few years older than me and had been doing the job for forty years. His body showed the wear and tear from years of doing it the right way and not shortcutting the customers. He deserved his retirement as much or more than anyone else, and he would be sorely missed,
The new buyer, Megan, was introduced to the customers during William’s last few months and slowly took control. The first changes were generally cosmetic things like fresh paint and a strict policy of cleanliness, which were greatly needed. She wisely decided to leave the name of the garage unchanged since everyone in three states knew of Willy’s Auto Clinic. She also updated some of their older equipment that was in disrepair.
Megan, unlike William, did not do any work herself but did have the sense to keep on William’s two younger mechanics. She also began advertising for a third mechanic to fill in William’s now empty service bay. Also, unlike William, Megan was reserved and didn’t interact as much with the clientele as her main focus was financial managing of the business. This detachment from the customers led many to believe that she was a bit stuck-up.
Wednesday was William’s last day, so several customers stopped by to wish him well in his retirement since he and his wife, Jane had decided to move out of state. Their decision was based on their desire to be closer to the grandkids and kids who’d moved a few years back. I snuck over toward the end of the party since my office is just across the street and I could see the goings-on through my window.
When I finally made my way across the street, there were only a few close friends left in the shop, and Megan had already gone home for the day. I walked up to William and said, “Congratulations, you old fart.”
Everyone laughed before William responded, “Takes one to know one,” as we shook hands.
We all told our favorite car repair stories and laughed for about thirty minutes before I got up and said, “Alright folks, I’m hitting the road. Some of us still have to work tomorrow.”
I got a few more laughs as I headed for the front door when William spoke up, “Hey Dennis, can you spare a minute back in my office?”
I did a quick U-turn and uttered, “Sure, I can.”
I followed William back to his windowless office, and he offered me a seat before closing the door behind us. Over the years, we had many of these closed-door meetings to discuss anything from our attractive new customers to how to help each other increase business in the world of larger competitors. I was pretty sure that this meeting would be about something entirely different.
William started with, “I’m sure you know what this is about, so I’ll get right to it. Megan is going to need your help and advice if she is going to make this work, and I need it to work. Not for me, because I already have my money, but for my guys out there that do damn good work.”
“I’ll do what I can, William, and you know that, but she is pretty standoffish. In the two interactions that I had with her, she politely said hi and wouldn’t even shake my hand,” I answered.
“I know, I know,” William said before continuing, “She’s scared. Megan is a brilliant lady and came to me with a very inventive offer for my business, that’s why I sold it to her. I know that she’s smart enough to make this place even more profitable than I did, but she needs help with her people skills. She keeps trying to hide back in this office when more than half of the job is shaking hands and kissing ass. You know that more than anyone, being in the insurance business.”
“Have you talked to her about this?” I inquired.
William answered, “Yes, I have, and she is willing to spend some time after hours listening to your ideas.”
“Oh, how very gracious of her,” I smart-mouthed back.
“No, you have to understand her. She was an only child, and both of her parents died during her first year of college. Her family was originally from the Midwest, so she has no other relatives here. She was left a good amount of money and did finish college but became a complete introvert during that time. She sold her parents' home when she graduated and has her own place now. Megan is looking to set roots here to build her own family, and this business is a huge part of that,” William conveyed.
“So you think that her willingness to talk to me is a big step for her?” I questioned.
“Yes, yes, Yes.” William replied, then continued, “She knows her shortcomings but needs guidance on how to overcome them. I have done all I can in the time I have here, but she needs more help, and you are the one I trust the most to bring her out of her shell. Anyone else might try and steal the business from her, but I know you won’t. I know that you’ll be patient with her because you know loss too.”
William turned in his chair and opened his mini-fridge to withdraw two cold beers. He placed one in front of me before popping the top on his own. I opened mine as well, and we sat quietly, as we had so many times before while trying to solve problems in our little world. When the beers were finished, I stood and calmly stated, “Okay, I’ll help her. When does she want me to come by?”
“How about tomorrow night at around six pm?” Wiliam responded.
“Okay, should I call to make sure the time is good or just pop in?” I countered.
William answered, “Maybe just a quick call as a courtesy until you two feel each other out and set up your own rapport.”
“Alright, I’ll call and stop by tomorrow night, but Jane owes me one more Sunday dinner before you leave. I’ll expect that you’ll put a bug in her ear about making my favorite too,” I declared.
“Alright, I’ll make sure that it’s pot-roast Sunday night,” William guaranteed as we both stood and headed out the door. We shook hands before I headed across the street to close up my office for the night.
My sleep was rather fitful that night as I tried to figure out how to start this new enterprise. I knew from my years of collaboration with William that it would greatly benefit us both to work together in friendship. My concern was how to reach her since I knew how hard it was for William to help me through my loss.
William and I had already been friends for years before Diane died, and it still took a lot of closed-door meetings to bring me out of my despair. How would I reach this person that I didn’t even know and bring her out of hers? Our only link was the businesses, so I had to use that to build a relationship. That was my last thought before sleep finally took me away for the night.
Thursday was a busy one, and before I knew it, the clock read five-thirty. I did some finish up work and closed the office before giving Megan a call. Our conversation over the phone was short, with her expressing her appreciation for the call and saying that it was a good time to talk. I locked up the office and headed over with the feeling that I was getting ready to climb Mt. Everest.
I spoke briefly with the guys as they were cleaning up their bays, and they all whispered their thanks for what I was doing. Making my way back to her office, I saw that the door was open and she was printing the totals for the day’s work off of the computer. Megan glanced up as I approached and said, “Hi Dennis, please come in and sit down.”
I took a seat and jumped right into the fray with, “I want to say that my only motive for coming here tonight is to help you any way I can. I know that filling William’s shoes will be a herculean task for anyone, although I know he has great faith in your abilities.”
“Thank you for saying that,” Megan blurted out quickly.
Her face reddened as she realized that she lost her composure for a moment. I attempted to assure her that it was okay by saying, “You don’t ever have to feel embarrassed in front of me. When I lost my wife a few years back, I would come to this office and cry like a baby while trying to figure out how I was going to survive without her. I’m here to tell you that these walls don’t talk and neither do I.”
Megan bent her head and began to sob softly. I stood and closed the door before returning to my seat. She continued for about ten minutes before she grabbed some tissues and lifted her head to mouth, ‘Thank you’ before heading to the bathroom. I waited patiently for her to return, and when she did, she walked over to me. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me to my feet before wrapping her arms around me in a very warm hug. I reciprocated as we stood in that position, and she started to cry quietly once again.
We stood for quite a while as I felt her tears soaking my shirt. In all that time her grip never loosened so I didn’t let mine either. When she finally started to ease her grip, I let mine slack as well. Her hands slid up my back and gently grasped the back of my head, pulling me down for a kiss. It all felt very natural, so I returned her affection. As she broke away, Megan whispered, “Come home with me, please.”
My head reeled for a moment as we commenced kissing again, which was good because it gave me some time to think without her staring at me. I was sure that she just wanted to be close to someone. I hoped that it wouldn’t involve sex since she was fifteen years my junior, and it had been years since I’d been with anyone. What if we did and I became attached to her, could I handle another loss? But I was overthinking, so I just continued the kiss and let her lead.
The kiss ended, and our mouths separated when Megan said, “I want you to come over, but we don’t have to do anything other than cuddle. I feel at ease with you and desperately want to be close right now, is that okay?”
“Yes,” I answered.
She entangled the fingers of her right hand into the fingers of my left and pulled me with her behind her desk while she grabbed her purse and keys. She led the way out and locked up the shop before heading to her car. As she stopped at the passenger door, she asked, “Do you want to take your car, or are you okay with riding with me?”
“I’m comfortable with whatever you are, Megan,” I answered before she reached up to kiss me again. The kiss lingered as she didn’t seem to care at all if anyone saw us. She pulled open my door and let me in while she went around to the driver’s side and hopped in herself. She pulled out, and we headed down the road with her right hand intertwined in my left once again.
About fifteen minutes later, we pulled up to her condo building and entered the underground garage where she parked. Our hands separated just long enough to get out of the car and then she was right there wrapping hers around mine. We rode the elevator to the top floor and made our way into her spacious and beautifully decorated two-bedroom condo. After locking the front door, she kissed me again while holding me tight as I reciprocated. The kiss was more need than passion, just like the others so I would follow her lead going forward.
Megan slowly pulled away and said, “Let’s get more comfortable, couch or bed?”
I answered her question with my own, “Do you want to talk or be held or both?”
Her answer was to lead me to her bedroom, where she removed her shoes and lay on her side, facing away from me. I followed suit, removing my shoes, and slid up to her back while enveloping her in my arms. She wrapped her arms around mine, and we both fell fast asleep.
I woke at three a.m. and had to pee, so I slowly loosened my grip, and she stirred and mumbled, “Please don’t leave?”
I quickly whispered back, “I have to pee. Where is the bathroom?”
Megan raised her arm and pointed to the open door on her side of the bed and in a hushed voice, answered, “Right in there but don’t be long or I’ll get cold.”
I quietly laughed as I said, “I can’t guarantee the speed with a full bladder, but I’ll try to be quick.”
Megan laughed too as I rolled off the bed and made my way to the bathroom. Once inside, I closed the door and commenced draining my bladder. I flushed, washed my hands, and opened the door just in time to see Megan slipping under the covers in only her panties. She smiled as our eyes locked for a moment, and she knew that I had seen her state of undress. As I headed for my side of the bed, she quietly stated, “I wasn’t comfortable wearing my clothes to bed, and I’m sure you aren’t either so, please remove whatever you want.”
I followed her lead, stripping down to my briefs and then sliding under the covers. I slid to her side and wrapped my arms around her again while trying to keep my hands away from her breasts. She again wrapped her arms around mine as we spooned tightly.
We lay there for a little while before Megan spoke, “Are you still awake, Dennis?”
“I am,” I responded.
She continued, “I want to tell you a little about myself and why I want you are here. Since my parents' death, I have never been close to anyone for any length of time. For the last year or so, I have been pushing myself to change my closed-off life. I’ve come to realize that no matter what I do, there will always be the chance that I’ll lose someone close to me. I have dated men my age and never felt close to them. I guess my experiences have made me more mature and in need of someone more settled.”
She paused for a moment and squeezed me tighter as I felt a tear drop onto my arm, so I let her take her time. She began again, “When I met you the first time I was instantly attracted to you. When I asked William about you, he told me how you helped him so much over the years with many things. He also told me about your wife, so I knew that you’d be someone that would understand me better than most. I know that we barely know each other and that will come in time, but I want you to know that the age difference is perfect for me as long as it’s good for you.”
Megan paused again, probably to see if I wanted to say anything since she’d been going steady for a couple of minutes. I figured that I should say something, so I offered, “I just wanted to say that the attraction isn’t one-sided. Our kiss seemed so natural to me that I had no hesitation and I’ve found that that is a better gauge of attraction than looks. By the way, you have a beautiful smile, and you should wear it more often.”
She gurgled, “Thank you,” through her tears while gripping me even tighter. Once she cleared her throat, she continued, “I know that you originally came over to help me with the business, but I hope that we can be more than that. I don’t expect anything right now other than to be held by you until morning. Don’t feel that you have to respond to that last comment.”
As I pressed into her body, I uttered, “No comment here, just nuzzling.”
We both dozed off again before being rudely awakened by her alarm that was set for five-thirty. Megan quickly turned it off and wiggled back into me with her firm little butt only to find my morning wood. She stopped wiggling for a moment as I mumbled, “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be sorry, it’s a natural thing, and it feels good to be wanted,” she quickly replied, then added, “Would you like to slip it inside and share it with me?”
“I’d love to, but I don’t have any protection and probably wouldn’t last more than a minute, since it’s been quite a while for me,” I offered.
Megan slipped her panties down and off her legs as she countered, “I’m using protection, and I promise that I’m clean, so please share with no expectations.”
I pushed my briefs off and moved back in behind her as she reached between her legs to guide me inside. She was well lubricated, so the going was smooth, and we set a relaxed pace. In this position, I wasn’t able to get completely in but enjoyed it just the same. My hands moved to her breasts and lightly rubbed across her nipples, which seemed to excite her.
We were both breathing a little harder after a few minutes, and I knew that I was very close. I slipped my hand down Megan’s belly to her bare vagina and started rubbing her clitoris. I could tell that she was getting close as well, but I was probably going to finish first. I kept the pace as I felt the first shot of my semen release inside her warm box and struggled to keep going as my orgasm continued.
Megan started convulsing too just after my last shot entered her, so I kept moving to make sure she got over the top. I slowed to a stop as the last of her contractions embraced my cock. In the aftermath, we intertwined our limbs like a couple of boa constrictors as I kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. The clock was now reading six, and I was feeling pretty proud that I lasted that long and that I made her cum the first time.
“I think that we both may be a little late today since I’m not letting you go right now,” Megan declared as she ground down on my semi-hard cock. I started rubbing her little nub again as I nibbled on her neck and lightly pinched her nipple. She began grinding in earnest as she mumbled, “Please don’t stop… I’m going to cum again… Mmmmm.” My cock didn’t get any harder, but those contractions of hers still felt great as her second orgasm washed over her.
We both dozed off again for a few minutes before Megan voiced, “Would you like some coffee since I have to pee now?”
I groggily answered, “Yes, I’d love some with cream only, thank you.”
Megan slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom while making no attempt to hide her nudity, and I loved that. When she finished in the bathroom, she headed for the kitchen, still naked, and made the coffee. While she was gone, I headed to the bathroom myself, to pee. When I finished, I made my way to the kitchen to join her while we waited on the coffee.
Megan saw me coming and declared, “You know that you are in great shape, especially for someone who sits at a desk all day.”
“I was sure that was going to be an old guy joke,” I replied before I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. When the kiss broke, I continued, “I’ve always been a bit of a work-out nut, and it’s been more pronounced in the last couple of years. I guess part of me was getting ready to find someone for the rest of my life and wanted to be ready. Unfortunately, the rest of me wasn’t quite ready, or so I thought, until yesterday.”
I’ll never forget the look that Megan gave me after my statement. It was understanding, love, acceptance, and thanks all wrapped up into one. We held our gaze until we heard the coffee pot starting to gurgle as it was finishing up. After we each got some coffee, Megan asked, “Do you want to shower here, or would you prefer that I take you home to shower?”
“I can shower here, I have a spare shirt at work and can go commando for the rest of the day,” I answered.
“Now I’m not going to be able to concentrate at work, thinking of you free-balling it all day,” Megan jokingly replied. We both laughed as we made our way back to the bedroom with our coffee in hand. As we entered, she asked, “Do you want to shower first or shall I?”
I smiled wide in response before saying, “You go first, and we’ll save my naughty little thoughts for the weekend.”
Megan walked up, cupping my cock and balls while grinning slyly and offered, “Oh, we can definitely do that now, but we may never get to work.”
I stammered, “Oh… okay, let’s wait until tomorrow since we both have a lot to do today since it’s Friday.”
Megan stepped into me, and we kissed lovingly before she turned and headed for the bathroom. She yelled from the shower, “Go into the living room and turn on the television if you want, I won’t be too long.”
I followed her suggestion and turned on the TV before getting more coffee. I stood in the living room, drinking my coffee and feeling a little awkward about being completely naked in a strange house with someone I just really met yesterday. The whole thing was just too weird to comprehend, given how far we’d come in about twelve hours. I thought about sitting down but felt odd about putting my naked butt on someone’s nice couch.
As I was locked in my mental tug-of-war, Megan walked out with a towel around her head and declared, “Okay, it’s your turn, sexy old guy!” She then slapped my ass playfully and ran to the coffee pot. I pursued her and bumped right into her back as she stopped short. After setting my cup down, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight while nibbling on her earlobe.
Megan pushed her ass back into me and wiggled it around as I teased her nipples. When I saw her slip her hand down her belly, I stopped and lifted her on the counter. Spreading her legs, I commenced to tasting her open flower. I gently lapped at her labia as she started to encourage me, verbally, “That feels so good… please don’t stop… just a little deeper… that’s it, right there.” Moments later, she was cumming all over my face as her hands pressed the back of my head into her savory box.
All her passion had me quite hard, and as she released my head, she saw my excitement bobbing in front of me. After several ‘thank you’ kisses, she slid off the counter and dropped to her knees. She licked my scrotum before moving up my shaft and engulfing about half of my cock. Megan began pumping away at a brisk pace as she fondled my balls. The combination sent me over the edge rather quickly as I pumped my second load of cum into her marvelous mouth.
I lifted her to her feet as my orgasm ended, and we kissed intensely. As our kiss ended, Megan said, “You better get in the shower, mister before I take you to bed for the rest of the day.”
I wrapped my hand in hers and led her back to the bathroom where I turned on the water and asked, “Do you need to rinse off before I shower?”
She wantonly replied, “No, I’m going to leave the combination of my juices and your saliva on me to remind me of how much more fun we’ll have tonight.”
I just looked at her for a moment as I absentmindedly stepped into the shower before announcing, “God, you are so seductive! How did I not see it before now?”
Megan stepped closer, licked my lips, and answered, “Because it wasn’t there until you came into my life. You've opened me up and allowed me to be who I’ve always wanted to be, and thank you for that.”
She pulled the shower curtain closed, and I heard her drying her hair as I showered. I finished up as she was brushing her teeth and asked, “What do you think about staying at my house tonight? I have a pool with a privacy fence around the yard so that bathing suits could be optional.”
She smiled after rinsing and responded, “That sounds great! I’d love to work on my all-over tan. Could we come back here for Sunday night? I feel more comfortable at home before a work night. You can bring some things over for the week so that you don’t have to go back and forth.”
“Sure,” I responded, before asking, “I’m going to dinner Sunday night at William and Jane’s house, and I want you there with me since they’re the reason we’re together. Will you come?”
“Well, since I’ve already been invited, I guess I can bring you along,” she managed before cracking up.
“I think we’ve been manipulated, in a good way; nevertheless they purposely managed our meeting. I think we owe them one, what do you think we should do?” I inquired.
“How about buying them the most expensive bottle of champagne we can find in this town?” Megan gleefully shouted before kissing me.
As we parted, I laughingly replied, “I was thinking of a dirty trick, but I like your idea better since they did get us together.”
After the laughing eased, we looked longingly into each other’s eyes before plunging our bodies together for a highly charged and needy make-out session. I moved Megan toward the bed and pushed two fingers into her still very damp pussy before we tumbled onto the bed, side by side. We were a tangle of limbs grasping while we kissed hard and tried desperately to please each other. She grabbed my hardened cock and stroked it a few times before urging, “Stick this in me now so we can cum together!”
I eased my fingers out of her hot box as she pulled her legs back to accelerate my erection's entry. I lined myself up and slowly plunged into her and held it all the way in as she came all over my cock. As she settled a little, she begged, “Please fuck me hard! I really need it.”
I stood pulling her to the edge of the bed, before plunging wildly in and out of her for about two or three minutes. We both came hard, and I collapsed on top of her. When my breathing finally slowed, we softly kissed before we realized that we should get dressed and get to work. We both did a cursory cleaning of our genitalia before slipping on our clothes and heading out the door.
We held hands all the way to the car and during the drive before she pulled into my parking lot to drop me off. There was one last gentle kiss before I got out and said, “Call me if you need any help today.” She got an evil little grin on her face as she pulled away and crossed the street to her shop.
The day was a busy one, and before I knew it, everyone was leaving, so I packed up, locked up, and headed across the street to see how Megan was faring. When I walked up, I saw her outside talking to one of her customers, so I wandered back to the stalls to see how the guys were doing. Chad, one of the mechanics, walked up to me and asked, “What did you two talk about last night? Because she is like a different person today.”
“Is that a good different or a bad different?” I inquired.
Chad shot back, “Definitely good!” then added, “She’s talking to the customers, asking us how she can help us, upselling the customers on other maintenance that’s needed, and more.”
I replied, “That does sound like an improvement from someone who was hesitant to leave her office previously.” Megan finished with her customer and caught my eye as she headed for her office while mouthing ‘come here’ as she passed by. Focusing on Chad again, I spit out, “I’m glad that I could help, but I’ve got to go talk to her about some things.”
to be continued...
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