AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this for my friend Gary and post it with his permission. All comments and criticism welcome.
*
I'm just stepping out of the shower as I hear the phone ring. Naked and dripping, I answer to find your familiar voice on the other end.
It seems that you've got a car that must be finished for a customer, who will be by to pick it up in 3 hours, and your hoping I can lend a helping hand.
I naturally agree. I'm no expert, as you are, but I'm handy enough around the shop to be of assistance.
I slip into something special before throwing on a pair of jeans and a shirt and heading out the door.
When I arrive at your shop, I find you standing over the black Miata, fussing over the final details of the body work that has occupied your time for over a week now.
"Looking good," I say, as you look up to greet me.
"Thanks," you reply." Are you talking about me or the car?"
You explain that while finished, the car needs a complete wash, wax and polish before its owner arrives.
You hand me a set of coveralls to change into just as the shop phone begins to ring.
When you wander off to answer it, I quickly shuck my clothes, leaving only the pink mesh and lace thong I was wearing underneath, and slip into the coveralls.
The next two hours are work. Man's work. Making a car sparkle is a bigger job than I'd imagined. However as we work to finish the car, I am constantly reminded of the pretty panties beneath my clothes.
As I squat beside the car, applying wax to the door panel, I can feel the thong's string pulling taut across my crack, applying delicious pressure to my man pussy and cock.
The bulky coveralls hide my stiffening dick well, I believe that you have no idea of what's going on under my hood. ;)