Garage Gangbang - A Rough Reluctant Gangbang Sex Story by Mercy Faulk Page B

was so strong that I could
almost hear it. My eyes were at the level of the faded, frayed name
patch on his coveralls: Jake.
    I took a deep breath to
clear my head but what I got instead was the overpowering scent of
oil and tires mixed with Jakes own intoxicating musk. Wetness
slicked my pussy lips. “God…” I breathed, as I felt my fingers
entwining with his. Tipping my head back, I gazed up at him. What I
saw there scared me.
    Jake had a wild animal
expression on his face, like he was a lion and I was his prey. His
warm, brown eyes turned to the laser sights of a hunter. Even his
upper lip twitched upward, baring his teeth a little. A warning
pinged in my lust-addled brain; this was no ordinary
mechanic.
    He must have sensed the
change in my reaction because he dropped my hand and moved toward
the garage door. “So how can I help you tonight, miss?”
    His perfectly even voice
was all business. Had I been imagining his animalistic look, the
intense attraction? I figured I must have been transferring my
lustful thoughts onto him. He probably had a thousand girlfriends
at his beck and call, and the last thing he needed was another
complication. What a relief! Or was it? An ember of disappointment
glowed deep inside me. It’s nice to have someone be attracted to
you, after all.
    “ I-I need a smog test,” I
stammered.
    He paused by the door and
looked back toward me, beyond me, to the clock on the back wall.
“Quarter after five.” He was shaking his head slightly, as if he
was about to change his mind.
    “ No, please! I really need
this or I’ll lose my job!”
    “ No way, really?” He gave
me a doubtful look, as if I was trying to con him or
something.
    “ Seriously. I just got
offered a job but it requires a car . . . one that’s current on
its’ paperwork. If I walk into the office tomorrow without that
piece of paper your machine spits out, I might as well head on down
to the unemployment line. Again.”
    He tilted his head. “Hit a
rough patch, huh?”
    I nodded somberly, hoping
to whip up some pity. “More like the road just dropped out from
under me. Eight months.” I looked up at him from under my lashes.
Poor little ol’ me.
    Nodding, he said, “M’kay,
I’ll do it. Just gonna close the door so no one else thinks I’m
working late tonight.” He gave me a wink and turned to the door’s
rope, tugging it down. It clattered down the slides till it banged
shut, the sound making me jump nearly out of my skin.
    “ Nervous type?” He cast a
sidelong look my way as he passed by toward a big machine near the
nose of my car. I couldn’t help notice that his eyes raked down my
body before he turned his attention to the machine.
    “ Not really, it just
startled me,” I said sassily, more sassily than I felt. Something
about this guy unnerved me. He looked normal, and he was as sexy as
hell, but I wondered if being in here alone with him might not lead
to trouble. As I got a clear view of his broad shoulders, narrow
hips and tight butt, I thought maybe I could use a little trouble.
I hadn’t had ‘trouble’ in far too long.
    I leaned one hip against
the driver side door and started chewing on my thumbnail as I
considered what kind of trouble the two of us could get into. Maybe
after the test he would take me out for a drink… and
dessert.
    My gaze was lingering on
his sweet ass when he turned and caught me now looking directly at
his crotch, which was tented out from his obvious erection. “Oh!” I
cried and turned away.
    “ So what’s your name?” I
could hear the amusement in his voice as he clipped wires and
meters to my car.
    Blushing fiercely, I moved
toward the garage door and stammered out, “Ginny.” It seemed that
the safest place to be right then was near the door, though my
brain reminded me that it would take quite a bit of effort to roll
up the heavy door, so it wasn’t like I could make a quick
getaway.
    The next fifteen minutes
were spent with him revving up my engine,