2. Mysophilia

It had been at least two weeks since the very intimate discussion and round of lovemaking that followed their get together with the gang. She’d been slightly hesitant to acknowledge hers when he asked and he hadn’t pressed for answers since then. She’d been working a difficult case most of the week and he was off today. Walking in the door, she started to make her way to the kitchen when she heard a loud noise coming from the garage and a curse. Curious, she followed the noise and opened the adjoining door to the room to see a sight that took her breath away.

Gil was standing in front of the car totally shirtless in a pair of old tight jeans wiping sweat off his brow with a rag. Their were smudges of grease over most of his front and his hands were covered as he grabbed another towel off the hood to wipe them briefly before he started to assume position on the dolly and roll himself back under the car. Another loud clang sounded and another colorful stream of curses fell out of his mouth.

Just from the sight of him like that, she was instantly aroused. Glad that she had removed her shoes earlier, she padded in quietly and stood between his legs looking down at him intently. Their were rips in his jeans and grease smudges, his stomach muscles were contracting and releasing while the sweat continued to bead on him.

“Gil sweetheart…” She heard a bang and a curse. “What are you doing?”

“There is a leak under here and I intend to find it. Damn mechanic didn’t do shit with the car and I was out over a hundred dollars. He told me he fixed it.” Another clang. “Fuck!”

She moved aside as he rolled out quickly, almost tripping her up in the process, and leaned up. “Dinner might be a little late.”

“I’m not worried about dinner.” She knelt in front of him. “I’m hungry for something else.”

“Sara, I’m a mess; literally.” He started to hold her off. “I’m almost done then I can go take a shower.”

Sara was having none of it and pushed him back onto the dolly. “Remember our conversation two weeks ago?” She prompted, running her hands over his sweaty and grease smudged chest.

“Yes, I can’t forget that. As I recall you still haven’t told me yours.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I know.” She took off her shirt and bra at the same time, straddling his waist. “Seeing you like this turns me on.”

“Sa-ra!” He managed to choke out, she laughed a bit as she leaned over him and pressed her body to his, taking his earlobe into her mouth and sucking on it.

“This is my fetish. Mysophilia.” She whispered in his ear, tickling the inside with her breath. “I remember the time I saw you taking a car apart at the lab in those blue coveralls.” She sat up licking her lips. “God, I was so wet seeing you like that.”

Her hands ran over his chest again as she grinded down on him causing him to moan loudly. “You had your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, your gloved hands were covered in grease and you had just sat the bumper to the side. Their was grease up your arms in smudged places, the coveralls had it on them too, and you had taken the sleeve and wiped the sweat off your forehead. When I went home that night, lets just say that the toys in my bedside table got a work out. I had to change the batteries before the next use.”

She looked down on him to see his blue eyes were at half mast looking up at her with hazy arousal as he rolled his hips underneath hers, the bulge apparent through her slacks. Standing up slowly, she watched as he started to follow, but she halted his movements instantly by holding up a hand and shaking her head. Casually she stripped her pants and tossed them aside, then she readjusted herself on his lap so that her panty covered heat was right on top of his erection.

“Sara sweetheart, I really don’t…” She silenced him with her lips and immediately thrust her tongue inside. After a few moments of hesitation on his part, she finally felt him slowly give into the kiss but his hands remained at his sides. Sara decided that it wouldn’t do and grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, holding them in place as he tried to jerk them away.

Releasing his lips, she trailed kisses to the cleft in his chin, her tongue gliding between the two peaks and then her teeth closing around and nipping it. After a few moments of attention, she then traced her way down his neck to the curve of his shoulder, biting the muscle and hearing him groan, his hips automatically thrusting against hers on instinct.

“Sara, honey…God!” Finally she felt him start to trail kisses down her neck as she brought her fingers to the button and zipper on his pants undoing them swiftly. Backing away from his hold briefly, she got rid of his boots and socks and shed his pants in one quick motion, leaving him in a pair of blue and gray stripped boxers. She quickly rejoined him on the dolly with only their underwear separating them.

Lips fused, tongues dueled, hands roamed, until he flipped them and they both landed firmly on the concrete floor, him making sure to cushion her head as they moved. His hands traced down her arms leaving trails of grease in their wake as he trailed down her body with his lips, keeping his hands away from the parts of her body he wanted to kiss. He stopped at her breasts, the slightly tanned globes with their pert nipples glowing in the slightly yellow light of the garage. Nuzzling her softly and scratching just a little with the stubble he’d grown, he took a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the taut bud then blowing on the wet surface. She moaned and he repeated the ministrations on the other breast, repeating the actions until she was writhing beneath him begging for more.

Going lower, he hooked his fingers underneath the sides of her panties and drew them down her legs, tossing them aside and spreading her legs so he could look upon her. Her hands immediately went to his sweat drenched hair as she felt the first slow long lick from entrance to the underside of her clit, his tongue circling and dipping, even spelling his name over the wet surface. She shut her eyes as color danced behind her lids and exploded like fireworks as she collapsed boneless on the garage floor.

“God Gil…oh yes…” She sighed as he made his way back up her body, his chest pressing against hers, greased and sweaty as he brought his mouth to hers, letting their tongues tangle sensually. She felt him reach between them and started to shuck his boxers but she pushed at his shoulder.

“What honey?”

“Up.”

“Huh?” He tried to get his arousal fogged brain to work. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I want up.”

Unsteadily he got to his feet, raging hard on jutting from his groin as he kicked his boxers to the side and helped her off the floor. He watched as she shut the hood on the car and climb on it, scooting back until she was near the windshield. His erection twitched as he followed her, watching her fingers make that ‘come hither’ motion.

He crawled up the surface of the hood, coming up to rest between her legs, feeling the car dip with their combined weight. Once lined up, they resumed their heated make out session from on the floor as he started to rub his erection against her swollen, slick, sex. They both moaned at the contact as he lined himself up and entered her in one smooth stroke.

“God Sara…so hot, oh yes.” He felt her nails dig into his ass as he started to pump into her, the car bouncing with his jerky thrusts.

“Harder, Gil.” She gritted out and wrapped her legs around him. “More.”

The car shook as he started pumping into her in earnest, their bodies slick with perspiration started to slide down the hood, but neither really noticed as he made up the difference by scooting up every now and then. Grunts and moans filled the enclosed space as the wet sounds of their bodies and the creaks of the car added to their passion. His knees started to protest as he increased his pace, but he didn’t care. Sara angled her hips against him as she came in a rush, crying out and biting into his shoulder.

Gil rode out her climax as he pumped into her wildly, enjoying the clenching and releasing sensation of her walls around his erection. Finally, after a few more moments of her laving the bite mark on his shoulder with her tongue, he came in a heated rush, filling her up and collapsing against her.

“You my dear, are full of surprises.” He chucked against her neck as he caught his breath.

“Mmmhmm.” She sighed as she combed her fingers through his graying curls.

“Maybe I should fix the car more often.”

Sara just threw her head back and laughed.