She wasn’t mad about Rob, but something about him excited her, a perverse thing, something she’d avoided for several boyfriends, nice guys, all of them. Gentle lovers too, they treated her with all due respect, but vanilla is a plain flavour. Nice, something that goes well with other nice things, peaches, cherries, the kind of thing that the unremarkable will make do with, like court shoes for the church picnic, that skirt that stops just above the knee, where nothing should stop at all.
The thing was, Rob turned out that way too, the tatts, piercings, the heavy metal, Harley all that was, as it is for most men, to make up for what they hadn’t been, not the extension of what they are. Life had after an initial rush of excitement like when you buy a sexy pair of shoes online, turned to disappointment when they just, and he just, didn’t do it for her in the flesh.
Serina had grown out of that, she was far too lovely, far to adventurous and far too cheeky to stop, ever.
But Eric, who Rob worked with was different, not clean cut, gruff, stocky and dark, when things got boring with Rob, more and more often she found herself with him when she closed her eyes, she imagined him to be the kind of guy that too, not eased into, he’d tell rather than ask and that usually made the difference between just him getting off.
Walking home from uni between Nicholson, the block between that and her flat she’d often stop in at the garage and watch the men work, they owned a custom place where they would take beautiful old cars and turn them into the kind of thing that guys who never got girls like Serina thought would pull for them. Hot rods, chopped and dropped, over ornamented and over painted, they made a joke of the 1940’s-1970’s cars that actually had some style and design to them.
It made her smile arrogantly that these jerks saw themselves as rebels, wild, lawless macho icons where in reality – as always – it was the movies that told them what to think and they bought it up well into six figures sometimes when all it netted them was the same dateless despo who’d marry the first guy who looked at her. What a waste of lives, cars and dreams.
Eric had been working on an FB, as close to stock as you can find, it was a thing of beauty, restored to what it must have looked like when her grandparents where married, chrome and sensual curves, finned like a kind of metal bird, Eric’s lovely firm arse poking out from the front driver, side door, he seemed to be working on something under the steering column.
The radio was playing some god awful Phill Collins kind of shit as she prowled around the car, she ran her hand over the back left fin, then all the way up the side, not particularly taken but appreciative of the design, the seats though, beautiful two toned powdered teal and wren’s egg blue, she smirked at the unusually good taste Eric showed in picking colours, it was restrained unlike the purple flecked vomit with flames of the Chevy on the far side of the car, she stuck her head in the open passenger side and took a deep slow breath of new leather and working man.
Fuck that is son nice, she thought, and her heart came to life in her the veins of her neck.
“Where’s Rob?” She yelled causing Eric to hit his head on the metal steering column, she giggled.
“He’s in Sydney, you know that.”
“I do.” She grinned back at the startled man.
“So what do you want?” He asked, and seemed embarrassed by.
“I want a ride.” She said not moving her gaze.
Eric got to his feet and said in a matter of fact, but slightly firm tone, “It’s not ready.”
“I am.” She met his tone – block, punch.
“You’ve got a smart mouth girl,” He rested his arms, outstretched on the car roof, “It’ll get you in trouble.”
“I fucking hope so.”
“And a dirty one.”
“You’ve no idea.”
He smiled, like he might, and the pulse in her neck grew by a factor of ten.
Eric calmly picked up some tools out of the floor pan and carried them to the tool box, he picked up a cleanish microfibre cloth and wiped them purposefully, she watched him with predatory eyes, normally their hands would be shaking now, or they’d be self conscious, lose concentration, drop something, something that would disappoint her.
She stalked around the front of the FB, running her lightly lacquered fingers over the deep duco, it had that lovely impenetrable texture that fresh glass does, she tapped a clacky staccato as she glided around, to the front, where a large chrome bird of prey was fixed to the bonnet. She smiled at it, amused, a mascot she thought.
By the time Eric had finished cleaning she was over the front right side, she put her hips up against the front right fender and spread her arms out over the curvy bonnet, grabbing the chrome eagle, bending forward so her tight bubble butt would be the first thing he saw when he turned around, it was, and she held onto the thing as she pushed her hips into the car, the curve of it made her hot, and the thought of what he might be thinking.
She hoped he’d not pretend that he didn’t want her, but when she turned he made no effort to hide his interest in her bum, he walked right up and didn’t stop until his hips met the firm roundness of her butt, he pressed her to the fender and stood there, for a moment before he put his left hand on her and slowly moved his right up her back until he took her small shoulder in his big hands and squeezed her backwards into him. She could already feel his hard on between her cheeks, she pushed back on it, wetness slowly soaking her undies.
The wetness surprised her, she was so ready for this and wanted things to progress faster but he held her there and let her writhe against his rock hard cock, teasing her, not quite letting her get lower which would have been more rewarding for her, he clamped her shoulder and butt letting her feel helpless in his considerable grip.
He moved his right hand to her neck, wrapped it firmly there and lifted her backwards towards him, she moved slowly back, offering a small enough resistant force to say, I am letting you. Her hair moving like slow motion water, beautiful pale flawless skin glowing with a slight pink, when her back was a lazy inverse c their lips met, his free hand, the one that wasn’t demonstrating its power on her neck slid from her hips to her breasts.
The trip his left hand made there was a bumpy, sexy journey over the corrugated territory of her ribs, that left an impression on him, he could feel her breathe, for a man like Eric who could tune a 298 with his eyes closed, just by sound and vibration, it was intoxicating. Then there was her breasts, not huge but firm, sculptural, perfectly formed and more than a handful, usually a compromise on such a thin girl, not that Eric had ever had his hands on such a beauty.
She even tasted like something Eric had never been able to snare, fresh, yet delicious like stonefruit freshly picked from a tree, her wet lips made no struggle and her willing mouth took him and more, he’d never been so hard in his life, so much adrenaline and hormones pumped through him that his he began to shake, in his grip though, she did no such thing.
Serina drew Eric’s tongue into her, her veins, her joints, her every pit needed to be filled, she gave up to her instincts and let her body do the work, sucking his wonderful manly saliva into her mouth, her pelvis throbbed with the need for him and she moved her hands back towards her so she could grind his cock with her arse.
Eric reached boiling point, releasing her only so he could pull off her shorts, but he fumbled with the button that wouldn’t let him pull them off her curly little butt, then when he did work it, they popped open, desperate he reached under them and in a pincer movement, he grabbed her knickers and shorts, shocked at her wetness and managed finally to expose enough of her, after they made it off her hips all Serina did was a small wiggle and they came free, she raised a leg and deftly dropped them.
He spun her, she grinned at the too far gone look on his face, she’d thought she might get some head but she’d played too hard and so she helped him unbuckle that stupid enamel belt of his. He lifted her with no effort, to the fender and she kicked off her shoes, bracing on either side of the wheel arch, his cock finally free and bouncing like an over stretched guitar chord, it looked angry and aggressive, so she leaned back further, on her hands as if to brace for an impact.
Eric was half hypnotised by how like a goddess she was half naked, slender, but curvy, she lacked any flaw, she moved with the sort of confidence and expectation that he’d never experienced before and when she shifted her hips towards him her head tilted back slightly it seemed like a challenge, he was hypnotised almost. She tasted like spring itself, fresh, powerful and willing.
Seeing him stunned, she decided to take matters in her own hands, again and pulled her t over her tits, “Fuck me Eric.” She said, it wasn’t a demand, or a beg, more a wake up call, this is what you do next.
As he stepped forward one of her arms came forward and took his waist, he went to rub her pussy to moisten it, but it was already hot and slick, amazingly so, she bought her hand around and guided his cock towards the small opening between her tidy lips. He took her in his arms and they clamped onto each other as the head of his cock slid forward over her clit and missing, he had to move his hips back, she flattened out the angel and whispered for him to go slow.
When she did guide it again it found the mark she massaged the head into herself, he did have just that tiny bit of self control. Serina made a little gasping sound as the huge head of his cock made it into her, that empty constricting feeling replaced with an uncomfortable, surprised stretching, it was more than she expected but that made things more exciting. Unable to hold back Eric pulled back slightly twice, but it was too much; he had to fuck her now.
He thrust into her, and she tightened her legs around him, her first few sounds where slightly pain than pleasure, but that didn’t last long, as he ground more than thrusted, tendrils of what would be orgasm spread from her joints, outwards, searching out nerves to wire up for the final fireworks.
Eric was mauling her, he trust his mouth to hers with epic want, he held the back of her head hard, but not hard enough, there was still something missing so she bent her hips back, making it difficult for him to continue a rhythm, then she would let him, by returning to the right position. He hardly made a sign that it mattered so she did the same with her mouth, not letting him have what he wanted.
Realising, at last, Eric worked out the little bitch was consciously trying to toy with him, but he wouldn’t have it. He tried to grapple her closer but she knew what she was doing and it became more frustrating, his cock throbbed at the disappointment.
She laughed and drew back, “Make me.” She said as she pulled herself so far back that he came out.
He grabbed the girl around her tiny waist and she wriggled, almost out of his grip so he flipped he around and pushed her legs apart with his knees, using his pelvis to hold her’s down, He took her neck in one hand and her tits in another and pushed hard op into her, she squealed, but not in protest.
“Fuck me harder, properly, don’t hold back.”
For the first time in his life Eric fucked a girl like he wanted, hard, without thought for her comfort, just the way Serina had wanted and not been able to ever get out of Rob, she have looked delicate but the harder he fucked her the more she yelled yes! He let her neck go and grabbed the hair at the base of her head and he could actually feel her tighten around his diamond hard cock.
She let one hand go and slid it between her legs, not to rub like the stupid pornos show, but she clamped it over her clit, that’s all she needed to do, a little pressure, the animal fucking her did the rest. The charges that’d been set glowed like fire in her blood, pleasure and pain threw more and more fuel into her, she had the feeling that her skin was contracting so tight that if someone had pinched her she’d explode.
Eric let go of he hair and she shifted forward slightly, the fender providing just a slight enough change in angel to ignite the orgasm, he felt her tighten from her vagina outwards, moans turning louder, and it was too much, he’d wanted to hold off but he couldn’t and his cock went off , he rammed it as hard as he could into her and buried months of come hard up into her.
In a strange coincidence the lights in the building began to grow brighter, seemingly as an effect of her coming, but as he was too far gone he didn’t care, Eric, spent, drained of seed panting as the lights made a fizzling sound and went dark.
He pulled out of her and sat beside her on the fender, or slumped was more accurate, he felt like he’d come so hard that all of him was done. The only light was coming from the street light from outside, Eric walked over to the fusebox, pulling up his pants as he walked, weird, every single trip was set off.
He walked back to the FB, Serina was still naked, breathing deeply on her back with her legs hanging over the car’s fender, her hair leaving the impression of a goddess from some old painting on the bonnet, she really was something else, almost other worldly. Her eyes were closed but small trails of tears rolled down the side of face, a large smile, cat like sat dispelled some concern that he’d hurt her.
“Wow Serina, you’re something else.” He said as he went over, between her legs, leaning fully forward to kiss her forehead. He rested there, on his hands over her and she put her legs around him again, in a smooth, again distinctly cat like way. Without opening her eyes she wrapped her arms around him again and opened her mouth, eager it seemed to have as much of his tongue as he liked in her, most girls he’d kissed didn’t like that, but Serina did.
Her eyelids opened slowly and her eyes appeared to be black, almost like holes rather than orbs, “Oh I’m not like other girls Eric, I’m something entirely different, then she hugged Eric back, harder than any girl had before, so hard every bone in his back snapped, but by that stage she’d bitten off his tongue and chewed through his larynx so it wasn’t much of a scream more of a gurgle.