This can’t be happening, I think as he leans in and presses his lips against mine. I don’t…do this!

But he’s not hesitating, and as he presses two fingers against my damp panties, all thoughts of protest are whisked from my mind. All I can think about is how good it feels. Amazing hands. No wonder he’s a mechanic. He’s sure giving me an overhaul.

Ho-ly shit!

How many seconds has it been since I told him I wasn’t going to have sex with him? Has it even been a minute? And how long has it been since we met? An hour? Two?

I reach up and feel the muscles...