Suck it

I work at a motorbike repair shop, and we get all kinds of costumers. Mostly guys, of course. Some are the classic fat bike-riding stereotype, there are also skinny guys, guys who are just getting into motorbikes, and the only girls we see around are usually the girlfriends of these customers I mentioned. They’re usually really pretty girls, and none of them are interested in bikes. I think they don’t even like to come to the workshop.

My name is James and I am 24 years old, tall, slightly muscular, green eyes and military cut black hair. I am not a stunner, but I do get some. I have been working on the workshop for over a year, and I really do like bikes and such. My dad used to work here but he passed away.

Continuing with the story, we never get girls around here. However, there is one girl who is different. She is single, she is hot, and she is into bikes. She even has her own, and is one of our customers. Her name is Emily, and despite her soft name, she’s a girl with attitude. All the guys in the workshop like her, and she must probably have noticed by now.

She has long brown hair, dark green eyes, plump limps, a big ass, and is constantly wearing revealing, sexy clothes. She usually wears short jean shorts, that stick to her butt, and cowgirl boots. She likes wearing crop tops with cut leather jackets, she dresses very girly and provocative. However, she is no easy catch for any of the guys at the workshop, including me.

She usually just comes for business matters. Whenever she needs her bike to get some fixing, she drops by, but she just uses her phone while we work, lying against the wall to not let us observe her rear end. She is a big tease. Why is she so difficult, I do not know. But I know that I liked her, just like the other guys in the workshop.

This is the story of how, in a sudden turn of events, I got lucky with Emily. Heck, to this day I do not understand how it happened or why, but I love it. Maybe she always had the hots for me? That’s highly unlikely, maybe she was just super horny.

It was late shift, a Thursday. I was finishing work on a bike, having some cold pizza that I found on the fridge. My boss had already left, and my coworker finished working on another bike, so they left me alone. I was to finish working then close the shop, and go home. I live pretty close to the workshop, so there’s no problem in staying late. It was around 10 pm when I finished working. I just stood by myself, finishing the pizza with a cold beer. I was not expecting any more customers.

Suddenly, someone rang the bell at the door and I was surprised. I looked outside by the window, and it was Emily. She had her bike and looked slightly annoyed. I quickly opened the door, unable to reject something Emily wanted even if she was upset. She marched in with her bike and told me her tire flattened. She asked me to help her fill it, and I did. She just watched me as I worked.

“I’m sorry to bother you outside working hours, but I’m so glad you were here” she said with her tender voice, which I rarely get to hear because she never talks when she comes. “No problem. I’m glad to help” I said firmly. “I guess I don’t have any money on me right now” she said, looking down. “Don’t worry. It’s on the house.” I said, and she looked at me. “I feel guilty… how about…” she said, and quickly snapped to her knees in front of me. “W-what are you doing?!” I asked in shock.

“Shhh” she said, and slid my cock out of my pants. She started to carefully suck on it, and I let out a moan in pleasure. How did she know there was no one else here? She started to undress slowly while kneeling, and before long, we were on the bike, fucking. She was not loud or anything, but she was wet, very wet. She was dripping all over the motorbike, moving along while riding my cock. Was this even real?

She made me come quickly,  which she probably found amusing. But I was really into her so it did not surprise me. She dressed up and thanked me once more for helping her, then left. I was left in shock for a few minutes, then I left the store and closed. I did not mention it to anybody, because they would not believe me. I just worked as if nothing. When Emily showed up again, she acted as if nothing had happened. Still distant, still hot.