by henry49 04/07/06
Amy smiled ruefully. "I have a lot of acquaintances but few people I can call a friend." She squeezed his thigh again. "I'm so glad we met this morning. I need a friend right now."
She looked at him speculatively, seeking to determine his age. "Do you go to school?"
"I graduated high school in the spring and am enrolled in an auto mechanic program at the local junior college." He added that his dad had died two years ago and it was just he and his mother living together.
Amy listened intently, telling him how sorry she was about the loss of his father, and then looked at him quizzically. "Why do you want to be an auto mechanic?"
A lot of people asked him this, wondering why he did not want to be an engineer or some other profession. "I have been fixing cars as long as I can remember. People think mechanics are idiots, but it takes a lot of skill and training to diagnose problems with cars."
Amy nodded. "You're right about the idiot part. In my experience, most mechanics are cheats or stupid. They take advantage of people, especially women, because cars are so complicated the average person can't understand them anymore."
Rob smiled ruefully. "Some mechanics are like that, but when I get my own shop, people will find out what a good, honest mechanic can do for them."
"You sound as if you have thought about this a lot, Rob. Good for you."
Rob nodded. "I have. I have been thinking about this since I was a freshman in high school. I attended a high school that specializes in trades, and the junior college has a good reputation. Our grads get jobs with the best shops in town."
"I hope our cars hold up until you graduate."
Rob told her that he was not a certified mechanic yet but that he could probably fix any problem she and her husband had. He had never felt so comfortable talking with an adult. At the same time, her hand, which seemed to be on his thigh a lot, sent shivers of sexual excitement coursing through his body.
Amy enjoyed talking with this boy-man. He's nice, she thought. And from what I can see, he has a nice piece of equipment between his legs. I like it that he tries not to stare at me but also that he wants to. My God! I do believe my panties are getting wet.
She looked around the room and shook her head. "Ugh. I have a lot to do."
Rob, his eyes following her gaze, told her, "I'd be glad to help, if you like. My class doesn't start for a couple of weeks, and I don't have anything else to do. We can get this straightened up in no time."
Her hand squeezed his thigh again, dangerously close to his boner. "Would you? Oh. That would be wonderful. Your mother won't mind?"
"She hasn't told me she has anything planned for me for today, but I'll ask her to be sure."
"Rob, I'm getting hungry. Have you had breakfast?"
Rob shook his head. "No. I just got up to take out the trash. I planned to eat when Mom got up."
"Look. I'll get some clothes on, and you go home and talk with your mother. If it is OK with her that you help me, I'll fix us a proper breakfast: bacon and eggs, toast, and fried potatoes. OK?"
"That sounds great. I usually just eat a bowl of cereal for breakfast."
Amy wrote her telephone number on a piece of paper, telling Rob, "Here's our number. At least Dan did something right before he left: getting a phone connected."
"I'll talk with Mom and give you a call right away."
Rob went home and told his mother about the morning's events, leaving out the sexy parts. He asked if it was all right if he helped the lady for a few days. She told him to go ahead. He called Amy and told her he would be right over.
Amy dressed in comfortable jeans and sweatshirt. He's seen enough for now, she thought as she began preparing breakfast.
They ate at the same small table. Rob told her some more of his plans: to work for a big company that services all makes of cars until he had enough experience to open his own shop.
Amy told him she had married right after college and that she and her husband had been married twelve years. Her husband was moving up the ladder of the sales department of his firm, and this kept him busy on the road and at an office he always set up at home.
Rob helped her clean up the dishes, liking being near her, smelling her perfume and just being close.
He was excited by her sexuality and also felt a little sorry for her. Her husband seemed to ignore her. God, he thought. If I had a gorgeous woman like this for a wife, I'd have her in the sack day and night.
Amy went through the house with him, showing him which boxes and pieces of furniture went in which room. Dan, she told him, had hired the cheapest mover, in order to keep most of the money his company paid for moving. "They just dumped everything in the house and ran out the door," she told Rob.
Rob began to haul the boxes and furniture to their proper location while Amy unpacked the boxes and put things away. They worked quickly. Amy called a rest break at ten, and they sat down to a coke.
"Rob, you have no idea how much I appreciate all the help you are giving me. I could never have moved some of those boxes by myself. I would have had to empty them where they were and carry the contents to where they belonged. And I certainly couldn't have moved the furniture by myself."
Rob beamed at her, drinking up the praise. He gave her a sunny smile. "I'm glad to help. I like working with you. We make a good team."
At twelve Amy called a halt. "It's time for lunch. I'm starved." She frowned, "Oh. Darn. We bought breakfast things last night but nothing for lunch."
She shook her head and grimaced. "Let me take you to lunch, someplace other than a fast food restaurant but not the Ritz, OK?""
"That sounds great to me. I know a place nearby. My dad used to take us there. It's nice, but not too expensive. I'll tell Mom and get cleaned up."
"Good. I'll shower and change also. I feel sweaty and grubby after this morning's work."
Rob went home, explained to his mother his plans for lunch, and then showered, changed clothes and returned to Amy's house.
"Come on in," she called through the speaker system when she heard the bell. "I'm in the bedroom finishing with my makeup. I'll just be a few more minutes."
Amy was seated at the vanity he had hauled into the bedroom earlier in the day. "Sit down, Rob. I'm almost done," she told him.
He had not yet moved a chair into the bedroom so leaned back on his elbows on the bed and watched her apply her makeup. He fantasized about Amy being naked in this bed. His cock jerked in his pants as he thought of making love with Amy on this bed.
She looked so desirable, dressed in a thin nylon blouse that was scooped out in front, showing off the tops of her breasts, and a short skirt. She had crossed her legs and her skirt had ridden up, exposing a good bit of her shapely thighs.
He had seen a lot more early that morning, but the sight of her pantyhose-clad thighs excited him anew. She is the sexiest thing I have ever seen, he thought.
Amy glanced at Rob from time to time in the mirror. Dan's inattention and her own sexual drive were making her more and more horny. When she was finished, she spun around and uncrossed her legs, which gave Rob a good look up her thighs to her crotch, which was her intention.
Amy chuckled inwardly when she saw Rob's eyes dart to her crotch. He had seen that and more in the morning, but men never seemed to get enough of looking up her skirt and she was damn glad of it.
She smiled at him, arching her eyebrows, "How do I look?"
Rob swallowed the saliva that filled his mouth suddenly. He pulled his eyes away from her crotch and sat up. "You look great. You have to be the prettiest lady I have ever met."
"Oh, Rob. You say the nicest things. I have to admit, I like the way you look at me. It makes me feel young and desirable."
"Oh, you are, Amy," he told her. "A man would have to be brain- dead to not find you desirable. I couldn't stop looking at you if I wanted to."
Amy got up from the vanity stool, walked over to him, leaned over and patted his cheek. She kissed him lightly on the lips. "That's to thank you for being so complimentary."
Rob stood up. "And if I compliment you some more? I could say a lot more." My God, he thought. Where did that come from?
Amy looked at him, her expression one of curiosity. She ran her tongue over her lips, then seemed to make up her mind. She cocked her head, a hand on her hip, a challenging smile on her face. "Try me, Rob."
Rob swallowed. The bantering had gotten serious. This was make- or-break time, and it had happened so fast he had not had time to think about what was happening, but his raging hard-on was doing his thinking for him.
His cock grew in his pants as he looked at her. He licked his lips, horny and anxious. She's daring me, he thought. What will she do if I come up with something very sexy?
He took in a breath and blurted out. "You're all I have been thinking about since I saw you this morning. I haven't stopped thinking of how you looked when I first saw you. You are the sexiest and most desirable woman I have ever seen."
Amy let her tongue lick along her lips, and then put her arms around Rob's neck, pulling his face down to hers. "I think that deserves more than a little peck. That was a very nice compliment." She pressed her open mouth against his.
Rob was stunned when she kissed him and more sexed up than ever when he felt Amy's tongue licking his lips. He put his arms around her, hugged her to him and began to kiss her in earnest, running his tongue in and out of her mouth.
Amy pressed her svelte body against Rob, her pussy pulsing at the way his cock pressed into her. She rotated her hips, rubbing herself against his cock.
Rob ran his hands up and down her body as they kissed, then cupped her ass and pulled her against him tightly. He tongue-fucked her mouth and became almost dizzy with sexual excitement. His 18-year-old hormones were running wild.
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