Becky was a tanned beauty with freckles strewn playfully across her cheeks. Her long brown hair was weaved into two pigtails. Her tight jean shorts showed off the shapeliness of her ass and her smooth slender legs. Her crop top revealed her bare browned shoulders and lured eyes naturally to her plump breasts. Though she was a stunningly seductive woman, men often avoided pursuing her. Her tomboyish nature often left men feeling inadequate. She knew more about cars or sports than any of them. She could drink any man in town under the table when it came to beer. She could kick just about any of their asses too. As a result, men resisted going out with her for fear of being perceived as not being the one that "wore the pants" in the relationship.
Such superficialities didn't bother Mike. He wasn't like most guys. He preferred reading a classic novel to sports. He would be completely smashed after just two drinks. He didn't feel the need to try and prove his manhood to anybody and was quite comfortable with himself. Becky always liked that about him. It also helped that she found his quite attractive in his own right. He was tall with brown hair and brown eyes. He had a goatee beard that she often fantasized about playing with.
Mike would often bring his car to Becky for a tune up. She enjoyed working on cars and it gave him a good excuse to talk to her. As he pulled up in her driveway, Becky stepped out of her house and smiled at him.
"What's going on this time Mike?" she asked.
"It has been making a thumping noise when I speed up," he said.
She opened up the hood and arched her back to look in, showing off her peachy ass. "I'm going to have to start charging you more since you come here so much," she teased.
"You'd be well worth it," Mike replied, "There is no one better than you."
Becky smirked as she stepped away from the car, giving it time to cool off.
"I've often thought about opening up my own shop," she replied.
