I used to absolutely despise getting my car fixed. The idea of taking it in to be serviced repulsed me—the waiting, the sitting around, the boredom. I would avoid it like the plague—but this is how it all changed.
I had been talking with a friend earlier that day about, well, teasing boys. What harm could be done by wearing a short skirt or a low cut shirt if it meant giving a stranger a little thrill? So, I decided that, if I was going to have to take my car in to get the oil changed, I would have a little harmless fun while I was there. I put on my shortest black cotton skirt and somehow "forgot" to wear underwear. I had just gotten waxed, so the cool air felt nice. I put on a thin white tank top, and "forgot" the bra too. My tits are huge—36DD, so it was pretty noticeable that I wasn't wearing a bra. My breasts heaved as I walked out to my car so that I could leave. I grabbed a sweater on my way out, because, after all, I was a classy girl. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on my way out. I looked like a huge slut, but I loved it. I left my long, brown hair flowing loose down my shoulders, gently curling down past my breasts. I was just 18 and beautiful, so full of youth and sexual energy. Why not take advantage of it? I left the house.
When I arrived at the dealership, my pussy was literally dripping wet. I got out of the car and told them what I needed done. Tons of young men were staring me down.
"Someone show this lovely young lady to the waiting area," the manager said. Four or five of them quickly volunteered. I smiled. They whistled at me while I walked past. When I sat down in a chair in the waiting area, I crossed my legs and looked around the room. To my left, there was an office with the door partially ajar. I could see the man inside and my breath caught in my throat. He was perhaps the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He had to be in his early 40's, because his hair was slightly graying at the temples. He was tall, and muscular enough that I instantly longed to feel his strong hands around me, and he had the most beautiful piercing blue eyes that were staring directly at me. I shifted in my seat to accommodate my arousal. I was so wet that I was sure I would leave a wet spot on the chair. We continued to stare at each other, until I, so shaken by our distant contact, dropped my cell phone. I stood and, in a display of wanton sluttiness, bent down directly away from him to pick it up. My ass and pussy were bare, exposed, and I knew it. I wiggled a bit before grabbing the phone and standing back up. When I turned around, I saw that he was quickly approaching me. Is that the outline of his cock in his pants? I thought to myself as my heart fluttered in my chest.
"Would you like to look at some cars?" he asked. His voice was deeper than I could have imagined. I shivered and nodded. My juices were dripping down my leg. I was sure he could smell me. We walked around the showroom, making small talk and looking at cars. I feigned interest as I found excuses to brush against him and feel that body, like leaning into a car to inspect trunk space and pushing my ass against him as he stood behind me, pretending not to check me out. We went outside to look at more models, when suddenly, a gust of wind flew into us, and my skirt went flying straight up. Everything was exposed. I gasped as he grabbed me, held my skirt down and pushed me into the passenger seat of the nearest car. He ran around to the other side and got in the driver's seat.
"Listen," he said, "you are a very pretty girl. But you cannot go around in little outfits like this, like a little slut. You'll get into trouble with horny men like me," he growled and winked. "I think you need to be punished."
