Mechanical Work Oral
Posted Thu May 22, 2014 10:07 PM
Due to the great government federalfiscal fiasco of FY13, hundreds of auto mechanics were laid-off. The military, in its infinite wisdom couldn’tsee why an aircraft mechanic couldn’t supplement the motor-pool when itdemanded more resources. So, there Iwas, stuck in the hot sun, roasting like an apricot wrapped in bacon cozied upin a 300 degree oven, trying to figure out how to leverage off plates of armorfirmly affixed above the engine compartment to replace the radiator in anarmored personnel carrier. Sweat waspouring off of my forehead, running down my nose, and dripping all over theplates, making them near impossible to lift out. My T-Shirt was already stained shades ofbrown and black varying only based on the amount of grease that had mixed inwith my sweat. I hadn’t noticed Sarahwalk in. She was gorgeous, and I hadbeen daydreaming about her since I first laid eyes on her sexy physiqueunloading rockets on the flight-line 2 months ago. She was so beautiful, with her black hairtied up in a bun, beautiful piercing green eyes, and a smile, highlighted onlyby the dimples to each side of her voluptuous lips. Oh how I wanted to tear every inch of herclothing off, releasing my animalistic nature inch by inch. I couldn’t help but stare at her with the topof her ABU (Airman Battle Uniform) removed, and her t-shirt pulled tightagainst her outlining her perfect breasts, If I had to guess, I’d say 34c/d,and her ABU pants hanging loose on her, it left so much to the wanderingimagination.
I amquickly brought back to the land of the living as I am startled by Sarah as sheasks me if I need any assistance. I haveto wonder if I am still dreaming, as a variety of different daydream’s allstarted this way. Trying to collectmyself, so I don’t seem as nerdy, I mumble something like “Sure, Love theassistance”, and avert my eyes, in an effort to restrain them before I’m caughtogling. I explain to her that werereplacing the radiator, the old one busted, and I’ve been beating on this armortrying to break it free for almost an hour. She takes a step back, and removes her ABU top, revealing her titsstraining on her bra inside her t-shirt to be set free. After hanging her top on the antenna on theside, she leans over the top of the APC, and asks me where I’m at. What I want to say, is 2 minutes from blowingmy load, but as always, I maintain the quintessence of professionalism, andlean deep into the engine compartment, pointing out the bolts strategicallyplaced just out of arm’s length to piss people off.
Now Ihave to give it to her, Sarah had the cold ruthless single minded determinationof a war general, but a sexy racy figure of perfection, not an old cantankerousbrittle son- of- a- bitch bastard that you think of when you picture a wargeneral. She dove right in there, almostsqueezing her entire tight body in that tiny space I couldn’t fit my arminto. As she lay there, contorted intothe most unnatural position, I couldn’t help but look at her ass, poking uphigh in the air. Terrifying the shit outof me, I hear a CLAAAAANG, as the wrench she’s using bounces off the engineblock, and hits the armor on the bottom. As I reposition myself from the side of the vehicle to the front, I heara tearing sound, as Sarah shouts “Son-of-a-BITCH!!!” I look up, as I see her unfolding from thepocket atop the engine she had crushed herself into. As she sits up, I can see she tore her shirtright down the side in the back behind her left arm, scuffing her perfect oliveskin leaving behind a scrape the size of a dollar bill. She looks at me, with a face that screamsthis sure as hell ain’t ecstasy, and asks me how bad it is. As she turns around, I notice something Ihadn’t before, the tear had torn through the strap for her bra, leaving an entrancingsection of her muscular back exposed.
“It’snot too bad, but you might need some new wardrobe after that” I say, followedby a “looks like it tore through most of your shirt, and might have caught yourbra.” Instinctively, she looks down, toinspect the front of her shirt making sure misfortune hasn’t left herindecent. “Don’t worry, I can’t seeanything, nor did I mean anything by that, just that I can see you ripped thestrap in the back through the tear.” I say. I can see her cheeks going flush, as she permeates withembarrassment. “Here” I say, as I pullmy t-shirt over my head, offering it as a free ticket to show uncorruptedfriendship. As Sarah reaches for it, Isee desire in her eyes, and as any guy would do, I break the silence by tossingthe shirt, and climbing underneath the APC to get the wrench. The sand under me is still warm, from the sunbeating down on it for the 13 hours before the APC broke down here. Although I am sweating my ass off, It feelssomewhat comforting, as it conforms to my broad shoulders. It is fine, smooth, and almost soft, I think,until I try to slide under and realize no matter how fine sand is, it still issand. Peeking up through the plate armorvents on the bottom, I can see the wrench, lodged in between the fan belt, andthe alternator. As I lay in the warmsand, trying to warp my hand inside the armor, I catch out of the corner of myeye, Sarah, with her shirt off. She istopless, the skin on her breasts textured as though braille had been printed onthem. She must have been cold from thesweat evaporating on her tits, as I could see every single goose bump along theridge of her perfect breasts. Sheslipped my shirt over her head, and it was at this very moment I regrettedgiving it up. “Got that wrench yet” sheasks startling me, causing me to sit up, and bang my head into the bottom ofthe APC, triggering a kneejerk reaction of pulling my hand out of the armor,and shredding the skin on it as it passes over it. I slide out, and say yup and hand the wrenchover, now noticing the blood. Eigh,normal ops, right? She laughs at me, andsays I look like the abdominal snowman. Scrutinizing myself, I look down, and come to the sad realization, sweatand sand don’t mix well. I am covered insand that has adhered to me like glitter on a preschooler’s mother’s day card. BeforeI know what is happening, Sarah pushes me hard against the APC, the bumperforcing me to sit down. She glides herhands over my neck, and pulls me against her. I can taste her soft sweaty lips, salty, yet somehow they still tastelike peaches. They are warm, as I slidemy tongue across her lips, and taste her wet mouth. I have been waiting so long to grab her likethis, and seizing the opportunity, I take advantage of it. I explore the smooth landscape of her backabove her hips, and slide my hands up to her shoulder blades, wandering with mythumbs around the front, tracing the gentle outline of her breast.
I canfeel my cock throbbing in my pants against her, yearning to be released. I pull my shirt off of Sarah, exposing hernow firm nipples. Lifting her on top ofthe engine, I unfasten her pants, and yank them down atop her boots. She is fighting me for another chance tothrust herself against me. I pull out mybowie knife and tell her to hold still. Sliding the cold steel blade against her skin I cut her panties off, andsmile. She takes my knife and throws itin the sand, yanking my face towards her now dripping pussy. Now, especially in the heat of passion I takea moment to enjoy the view of a freshly shaved pussy, dripping wet withpre-cum. I dive in, face first, pushingmy tongue hard inside from the bottom all the way to the top, flicking her cliton my way past. I lap up every drop ofher savoring the flavor, and texture of the smooth skin against my lips andtongue. I take the folds of her labia inmy mouth gently sucking, playing and biting gently, and then slowly letting itback out. I flick the tip of my tongueover her clit, left and right, up and down, until I feel the familiar hands onthe back of my head pushing me hard into her pussy. Her legs start shaking as they close, and Ihear a faint “I’m cumming… I’m cumming”. She shakes for another minute or so, until she pushes me off and laughssaying she’s sensitive. “I have to repayyou for the 3 orgasms I just had” she says, and climbs down off of theAPC. I kiss her, but not for very longas she looks at me and tells me I taste like pussy. God I love a woman who is forward. I push her to her knees, and sit on thebumper once again.
I lookdown and can see the beautiful curves of her ass as she leans over me, tauntingme with her hair along my stomach. Sheslides my belt open, and unbuttons the first three buttons of my pants. As I stand, she yanks on them, releasing mycock like a pop up tent. It hits her inthe face, bludgeoning her with seven firm inches of meat. She looks at me, with those piercing greeneyes, and I smile, apologizing, unable to control its throbbing mass. Taking it in her hand, she kisses just behindthe head, slowly placing her lips farther and farther down my shaft, kiss afterkiss, until all at once, she stops. Shesucks on the side of it, like she is playing a harmonica, slowly moving back tothe swollen head. I hear her losesuction as she gets to the head. Sheputs it in her mouth, just the head filling her entire opening. Putting me only an inch or so in, she has tobe full as my dick is very thick. I moanin approval, until she once again reveals another trick in her sleeve. She yanks my hands off of her swollennipples, sliding them up her breasts, across her neck, and to the back of herhead, pushing it down on my cock. Iwatch in amazement as I see it disappear past her lips, and feel it slidinginto her tight throat. Oh My God, I’mgetting close. In and out, over andover, as if she is racing to the countdown. At last, I can stand it no longer, and pushing her head all the waydown, I Spray my load deep in her throat, as she swallows, massaging my cockwith every muscle in her mouth.
As welay there completely satisfied, Sarah looks at me as she pulls her pants backup and says, tonight, when we get back, I want the same participation in myroom as there was today, but I want more. Oh, and you owe me a pair of panties, those were my favorite. I smile, as I redress, minus a t-shirt. I hang on to the bra and panties in the sandas a memento of the time in the sandbox Sarah and I fixed an APC. Can’t wait for tonight.
Posted Sat May 24, 2014 11:43 PM
Posted Sat May 24, 2014 11:53 PM
Nice job, BTW.
Posted Sun May 25, 2014 05:48 AM
Posted Sun May 25, 2014 08:49 AM
Nice job, BTW.
thanks for the support love and High Priestess.
This post has been edited by loadedpistol: Sun May 25, 2014 08:51 AM
Posted Sun May 25, 2014 08:52 AM
I can only imagine. Love to hear about it sometime. Thanks for the reply.