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Weekend Servicing

Weekend Servicing

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 Just another (not) normal day at work. by IwishIweredreaming. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Saturdays at work were terrible. It was almost always a pointless day. You’d think it would be an easy day since it’s only a four hour shift, but you would be wrong. Most Saturdays we would only have four cars scheduled and it was almost always just inspection or oil changes. Which would generally leave either a two to three hour gap at the end of the day which always dragged on. Or the cars would be spaced out by a half hour or so and there was still a long gap at the end of the day. In either case it was a long four hours to sit there staring out the window. There usually isn’t even any eye candy to stroll by the parts window. The Saturday shift just plain sucked.When David got to work that morning he went through his normal routine of logging into his computer and signing into everything. After he was all signed in, he walked across the breezeway to the service department to see who was working that morning. He was happy to see it was Zelda. Zelda was a perky twenty-something who most likely got hired primarily because of her looks. She was right around five and a half feet, with dirty blonde hair that when out of it’s normal sloppy bun reached down to the middle of her back. She was very petite and David guessed she was maybe one hundred and ten pounds. She had these perky B cups that the tight fitting uniform shirt she wore accentuated perfectly. Today she was wearing a pair of black yoga pants that lifted her tiny round peach of an ass even higher. David, being forty one and divorced never really gave her much of a second glance since he assumed she would never go for a guy like him. Plus he never liked to shit where he ate. He had learned the hard way when he was much younger that getting into a fling at work is just a big mistake. David walked through the automatic doors and stood at the counter. “Morning’.” He said, throwing her a small, sideways smile. “Good Morning!” Zelda said in her normal happy tone. “How are you today Davey?” She continued, throwing him a big toothy grin. “Aww, ya know, normal old guy stuff. I creak and pop when I stand up, especially this early in the morning.” “You aren’t that old. What are you, thirty eight? Maybe nine.” “I’m forty one,” he said with a low chuckle. “How many do we have on the schedule for today?” “Um, four. One oil change, one inspection slash emissions, and two buff and shines.” “So, I get to pull one little oil filter today. So glad I got up at the ass crack of dawn for this.” David said as he started to walk towards the door to go back into parts. “Awww, yeah, but then you wouldn’t be here with me silly!” She said as she leaned slightly over the counter. When she rested her elbows on the counter he couldn’t help but notice that her shirt must have caught on something because it was pulled down and her left breast had popped up and he could see her nipple. He felt his dick tighten ever so slightly in his tight boxer briefs. “Yeah, I guess not,” he said as he walked through the doorway. Once back inside the parts office he adjusted his dick as he sat down. He still had the image of that perky little tit on his mind. She had the tiniest, cutest little nipple with barely any areola. The soft pinkness of it was a stark contrast to the tan tone of her breast, and the rest of her body for that matter. Clearly she either went to a tanning salon or sunbathed topless. He wondered if she had no tan lines down below and his cock stiffened a little bit more. He adjusted it by grabbing it and moving it to lay against his right leg. When the fabric of his boxers slid across his cut cock it felt so good and he felt a drop of precum form. Why the fuck am I so damn horny all of a sudden? He asked himself. Get your shit together David. You are at work and she is almost half your age. He was snapped out of it by a car pulling into the service drop off area. The squeal of the tires on the polished concrete grated on his nerves as it made its way around the corner and came to a stop directly in front of the parts window. Inside was the meanest looking old man who just looked like he was born miserable. I feel bad for Zelda if this guy is in some kind of mood, he thought to himself as he stood up to walk to the shelf to grab an oil filter, his only one for the day, and walked it out to the lone technician there. He dropped it on the tool box and proceeded to walk outside to grab a quick smoke before he sat down and did nothing for the rest of the miserable day. As he sat outside and smoked his cigarette he tried to take his mind, which had wandered back to Zelda’s perky little tit, off of such things by scrolling through Facebook. It wasn’t working. The way she leaned forward and appeared to be throwing herself towards him had gotten a rise out of him. His cock was still a little stiff and sensitive....
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