The Cam Belt

It was a hot Friday afternoon as luck would have it.

Suzzane explained to Dave over the phone that her car was making a horrible screeching noise, especially when she accelerated, even when she accelerated slowly.

‘Sounds like the fan belt love,’ he said. ‘It’s ether loose or on its way out altogether – but never mind he chuckled, if it goes you know how to repair it, temporally like – don’t you?

‘No, how?’

Whip your stockings off and replace the belt with you deniers! He laughed. ‘Simple!’

‘Oh.’ Dave was a nice enough man, mid to late fifies and a waistline to match his age. Those teeth he did have had no seen a toothbrush in many a month.’ Oh really’.

‘Listen love, drop it in next week and we’ll sort it out for you.’

‘But David, I am away nest week and I need the car, desperately.’

‘You have to get some new stockings then!’ A comment he thought was hysterically funny.

Suzanne, holing the phone away from her ear as he cackled, didn’t find it funny.

Silence ensued.

‘All right,’ said Dave.’ Come down in the morning, early like there’s a big game on p.m. Half seven eight o’clock like and me or someone should be around to sort it out.’

‘Should be?’

‘Dear-oh -lore, you’re a hard woman to please – someone will be around to sort you out.’

‘Thank you, Dave, see you in the morning.’

Suzzane was up and dressed by seven the next morning, the heat was building already, and she was thankful Dave garage was only a couple of miles away. She dresses in a light but below knee summer dress and sandals.

She was reived to see the big electric door to the workshop was up, over and wide open.

Is Dave around ? She asked a young land dressed in oil-stained overalls.

‘Nah. Not this morning. He had a session last night down the pub.’

‘Oh no! He said he’d sort my fan belt out, its desperate.

‘Oh, don’t worry, I can do that.’

‘You?’

She studied him in more detail, seventeen years old perhaps dark hair, which he flicked back. His overalls were unbuttoned at the front , almost down to his waist. When she was his age, she might just have taken a fancy to him.

‘You, but I don’t know you.’

‘Harry I am, Dave’s apprentice, I’ve been here three or four months, a fan belt is nothing to me now, I could fix Lewis Hamilton’s car, if he asked me.’

Fanciable and cocky with it.

‘You ain’t Suzzane, are you?’

‘Yes’.

‘Arr, he did mention you’d be in, but I wasn’t expecting…’

‘Expecting…?’

He nodded at her cleavage. ‘Well, anything quite so sex-’

‘Harry let’s just get the fan belt done. I’ll bring the car in.’

Suzzanne, the fan belt squealing drove the car into the workshop.

Harry took her a little by surprise and closed the big electric doors. ‘Much cooler with them closed her said, the sun comes in something terrible in the mornings you know.’

Suzzane stepped out of the car , showing perhaps more of her thighs that she might usually do, and Harry noticed, he stated, perhaps longer than he might usually do.

‘Bonnet catch ,’ he said.

Which caused Suzzane to lean back into the car, showing him her cleavage, and releasing the catch.

Clunk. Then with his oil-stained hands, he had the bonnet up and open.’ Oh arr, he said, it fucked, look.

‘Fucked?’

‘Sorry. It’s had it. The fan belt, look its goanna break any minute, feel how slack it is.’ He took her hand, covering her wrist in the muck and grime from his hands and guided her to the fan belt.

He was right, there was surely no life left in it.

‘Right, let’s get this done. I’ll grab a new one.’

Harry was pretty good for an apprentice, after some grunting a few expletives over tight nuts he had the job done and emerged from under the bonnet with a face almost as grimy as his hands.

‘Good as new,’ he said.

‘Thank you so much Harry. How much do I owe you?’

‘Nothing.’

‘Nothing?’

Nothing if you let me feel your tits. They are fucking gorgeous – nothing - for a feel.’

‘You’ve got some cheek Mr Harry whatever you name is.’

‘Don’t ask don’t get do you?’ And I have just fixed your car.’

‘Quick then, very quick.’

‘Awe thanks!’

‘Wait, I’ll undo my dress, or it will be ruined, filthy.’ Suzzane undid the buttons quickly, but then very slowly, teasing, the boy was becoming very excited.

‘Bra? Its white.’

‘Wait then.’ She reached around and undid the clasp through the dress material and pulled it up for him. She was becoming moist at his excitement and at the swelling in his overalls.

‘Wow,’ he ‘swooned wow, thanks Suzzane. He cupped one breast and then her other in his hands leaving smears of oil where he found his pleasure.

She wanted to say ‘That’s enough now. The bill is paid now’.

She said. ‘Good boy , suck my nipples. Suck my hard fucking nipples.’

He did as he was told.

She stepped back to lean against , support herself against the car. She glanced down her tots covered in black oil and grease.

He pushed against and she felt his stiff dick rubbing against her. Suzzane wanted to feel him now and dropped ger hand to his crotch.

Harry was approaching a frenzy for the desire of her body.

Suzanne noticed a can of Swarfega, cleansing gel on the work bench.’ Fetch that and clean my tits you dirty boy. Again, he did as he was told, she eased her drees of her shoulders and allowed it to fall to her waist as he cover her tits and shoulder in the gel, his filthy hands missing the dirt over her hard nipples and skin.

A last button in his overalls and she had his dick out. It was long, not so thick, but long. A cock to go deep.

Harry hands suddenly moved , he was going to feel her pussy , as sopping pussy if he got there.

‘No!’ She shouted ‘No. Not with those hands.

She paused from wanking his rock-hard dick, and eased her panties to one side, hand on his buttock eased him closer, positioned herself and eased him inside.

He sqeeled,pleasure.

His tip felt good. ‘Have you done this before Harry?

He gasped, struggling to speak ‘course, oh god.’

She pulled his buttocks, hard, towards her, both hands and took him, all of him, deeper, way deeper than and cock she had had in the past.

‘God, its building already .Good boy. Tell the truth Harry have you done this before, with another girl?’

‘course….Fuck no I ain’t. He was done for, for now. Like a ram at an ewe he pumped, frenzied in and out of Suzanne’s pussy with every once of energy he had.

She was trapped vice like in his arms looking up at the roof eyes wide she knew what was coming, and ridged, she felt the explosion deep in her tummy as the heat of teenage spung filling her. Filling her but leaving her without an orgasm.

Harry , she held him up, he almost collapsed to the floor.

Are you OK? she said. First time?

He smiled and nodded.’ Yes, first time. Thank you.

Suzzane dropped to her knew and took his semi hard cock in her mouth swallowing the last drops of the young mas spunk.

Staring up at him, working on the young mans rearousal, she whispered. ‘Now we’ll do it your second time and Suzzane will give her virgin boy some lessons in sex.’