He'd first laid eyes on her, shaded from the sun, sitting elegantly on a rickety wooden bench commanding attention from behind a tidy stall at the Pickering car parts swap.
She was lovely.
He glanced at her a couple of times as he poked around the display, not wanting to stare and give himself away.
Craig wasn't very good at this sort of thing. Didn't get much practice.
Most of the time he mucked about on old cars. That was why he'd come here, looking for parts again.
She wasn't the sort you'd expect to see sitting amongst all the automotive gubbins. She was too classy. She looked gorgeous sheltering from the sun under the fold-out gazebo thing, but even in the shade she had a glow about her.
Really nice. He wandered about, trying to get get closer, you know, sort of nonchalantly. Probably sub-consciously he'd bumped into her bench and as he turned had stared at her curves, then immediately embarrassed, flicked his gaze away. Wanting to sound confident, light hearted, he'd looked directly at her and said;
"Are you for sale"
What a terrible line. Stupid.
He'd said it loud enough so the bloke at the adjoining stall could hear.
In some ridiculous way he had been thinking that if he was bold, funny, it would scare away anyone else who may be less timid than he was.
It sort of worked, a stilted conversation juddered along from there and, well, so much had happened after that.
There were long telephone calls, uncomfortable silences, a couple of meetings which went pretty well, and now she was here, settled in his spare room, all rather quickly really.
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As he lay in his dark bedroom, it was that first sunny day he was recalling, about a month ago, exactly a month ago actually.
He fumbled for his phone on the bedside table and stroked the screen.
The light made him squint, 3:30am. He let out a groan.
He'd set the alarm for 6:30 so he would have plenty of time to get ready.
He wanted to be up and with her early but he had woken too soon and he was nervous, excited, he knew he wouldn't get back to sleep. She was laying down there in the spare room, under her covers. They'd been in the kitchen all last night, mostly him talking to her, it had only been a month, but they had been through a lot, hadn't they, especially the last two weeks, and everything was going well. Wasn't it?
He had got the clear feeling she was ready for the next, yeah, the big, step. Well of course she hadn't said anything, she wouldn't, but he knew.
She'd been staying in the spare room for a fortnight. He'd been rushing home from work every night to spend time with her, they were getting on great, things kept falling into place, it was all working out better than he could have hoped. He was prepared to commit to what ever it took to make it work now. Impossible, silly really, for him to say if she liked the situation as much, her alone downstairs, away from her home, but today would tell, he supposed. All or nothing. ... Nothing ventured, nothing gained...
This would be, if it happened, it'd be the first time for both of them. Well, the first time together, he knew she had done it all before, just by the ease with which she moved to his touch, the feel of her, and she was older than him.
Craig, ... well, there had been other times, him fumbling around a bit, grunting and poking, but yes, this time would be his first time when he could give her as long as she needed, a whole weekend, a proper job. He relaxed into his pillow and imagined the way this morning might play out and he smiled...
The alarm sounded. 6:30am.
He stirred in his sleep rolling onto the phone, the movement stopped the noise.
It was 8 o'clock when he woke up with the phone stuck to his arm.
Oh Nooo! ... He raced into the shower, pulled on his shorts, a clean T shirt, his jeans and forced himself to walk slowly down stairs.
He made a coffee and opened the door, she lay there, under the covers, temptingly. He put the coffee on the bench beside her and gently moved the covers back a little, not wanting to have them drag on her delicacy.
She rocked slightly at the friction and as she did the covers fell, exposing her. Craig could see all her features. He was hopelessly captivated as with no further resistance, she allowed the covers to be fully removed. It was as if she had been waiting patiently for him, all prepared and inviting the game.
A delicious game, a beautiful and sensual game, a game Craig had been waiting years for. He pulled her closer to him.
She was receptive one moment, then challenging, resistant and teasing. Craig just wanted to smother her with kisses every time she moved but he had resolved to play and enjoy his game too.
He reached for the oil, the smell so evocative of everything he wanted from her, he let it roll into her every crevasse, with the gentlest of movements encouraging it into surfaces so welcoming of its soft salve. He ran his hands over every oil-needy curve, gently brushing past her nipples, he'd pay special attention to those, later.
As he moved her slightly, she let out a small gurgle of readiness, no words were necessary, Craig was past waiting, past playing, he began to encourage her strokes until she caught his intentions and matched her thrusts with his desires.
Craig had half expected a bump or a grind but this was nothing like that. The slow smooth thrusts increased alarmingly and the rising, tingly vibrations were amazing to him as she began to rock and growl at him.
He was ecstatic, lost in the rapture as she sucked in gulps of air mixed with his breath. She seemed to catch fire and exhale her flaming energies until her excited scent filled the whole room and every nuance of Craig's being. He nearly exploded with the glee of it and yelled unintelligibly at the ceiling, punching the air and kissing her on the middle of her head.
Then common sense rushed over him, she didn't have much fuel in her, he couldn't remember if he'd even topped up her coolant, and without her engine pipes and silencer on she was making a racket the neighbours would complain about in seconds. Reluctantly he reached down and disconnected her ignition.
Two weeks of fault finding, tinkering and tuning and she'd started first time.
He knew she would. What a great buy this old engine was, he'd known she would be, the minute he'd spotted her under that gazebo...
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