She was standing on the bumper of her jacked-up silver truck. Leaning over the engine. "Come on! You aren't that old, you piece of shit," she said, more to herself than her truck. Claire had owned her truck for almost a year. She had poured money and time into making it a beast. One that should make any man hard with envy. She had named it as well. Jordan. She didn't have any particular reason why she chose that name, she just liked it. Claire stood five foot eight, five eleven in heels. She had blonde hair, thought it wasn't her true hair color. No one would have known that though, even if they were lucky enough to see her sex. She kept that shaved clean. Smooth.
She had to reach her body into the engine compartment in order to check the fluid levels. Doing so lifted her short black skirt slightly. She could tell that the bottom edges of her ass were exposed. "Guess I'm glad I live out in the middle of nowhere!" she thought. The fluid levels were fine. "Well damn it!" she said loudly, as she reached again to put the dipstick back. That was the moment she heard another vehicle approaching. She quickly finished sliding the stick back into the tube; reached back, pulled her skirt a little lower and jumped back off the bumper. The breeze made by the motion caressed her bare ass cheeks. The front portion of her thong prevented her from feeling it rush over her smooth lips. She turned to face the approaching vehicle. The day was slightly chilly, so she crossed her arms over her breasts, hiding her hard nipples. She wished she had worn a bra under her white tank top.
The vehicle was a truck. Red, not nearly as big as Claire's baby, Jordan. She could see a man in the driver's seat. "Shit," she thought, "he totally saw my ass. That's why he is stopping. Probably some horny old fuck, thinking he will get another peek." The truck came to a stop in front of hers. She was surprised by the man that exited the truck though. Tall, maybe six foot four, shaggy dark brown hair. Just enough stubble to make him cute.
"Having some trouble with your boyfriends' truck, ma'am?" he said with a smirk.
Claire was not amused. "It's mine," she snapped back. "But, yes, I am." He walked closer, leaning his head and looking at the truck behind her.
"Can I take a look for you? I work on mine all the time. Might be able to give you a hand." He stopped a short distance from her.
She gave him a quick look-over. He was wearing a black button-up shirt, blue jeans and a pair of work boots. There were some stains on all his clothing, something like oil. "Be my guest," she said, motioning to her truck and dropping her arms to her side. Not considering that he could now look at her erect nipples. It was his quick glance and the slight smile that made her realize. She blushed and crossed her arms again.
She watched the man step up onto Jordan's bumper. Even as tall as he was, he had to lift his leg quite a bit. As he was standing over the engine she looked at his ass. "Yeah, you saw mine buddy. Now it's my turn," she thought. She moved to one side, by the headlight, and propped herself against the truck. Too short to look at the engine from the ground, too aware that climbing would give him a show.
"You owned her long? She looks pretty new. Although, some of these parts are after market," he said, "I imagine your boyfriend is proud of you. Owning a truck like this."
"Why do you assume I have a boyfriend?" she asked, turning her head to look at him. She noticed the bulge in his pants, blushed and turned away. "At least he was looking at the engine and didn't see me checking him out," she thought. "I wonder if he is hard? Did my truck impress him that much? God, if he is soft...he must be huge." She stole another glance.
