Although this is complete fiction, it was written for a special Friend. Good luck Kat.
Kathy's boyfriend had been distant for some time. It wasn't entirely his fault, as he worked a lot of hours, and by the time he would get back to the home that they shared, he was dead tired. By the time the kids were in bed, and he got his dinner, the only thing he wanted to do was go to bed. Kathy however, wanted more. She needed more. Even in the rare case that he was awake, and had the energy, she had kids at home. It never failed that the two year old, having radar like they do, would wake up and start crying at the most inopportune time.
John had a hobby, outside of work as well, that he really enjoyed, but took up a lot of his free time. She really loved him, and wouldn't ask him to give up anything for her, and he had this hobby long before they'd met. He raced cars on the weekend. Kathy liked to watch him and actually found it quite arousing. A man and his machine could be quite erotic. Unfortunately for Kathy, after race day and all of the preparation, once again, he was tired. Usually after a good day, not only was he tired, but after the celebration, he was a little drunk too, which drained his energy even more.
Most times Kat put the two kids to bed, hoped they wouldn't get up, and after John went to bed, she masturbated while looking at Internet porn, or while reading a good erotic story to ease her sexual tension. On one occasion while trying to ease the desire, and wanting between her legs, one of her co-workers called. With her mind in the state it was in, the subject inevitably turned to sex. The two talked themselves into frenzy. Her co-worker liked her and she knew it. She also knew at the time that she may be taking her teasing, and flirting too far, but she honestly didn't care. The two had phone sex late into the night, but she still felt empty.
She didn't want to have sex with anyone else. She loved her man. She just wished that John would please her sexually the way she wanted him to. Deep down she knew it wasn't his fault, and things probably would get better, but still she was frustrated. She longed to be touched, and tasted. She longed to feel the heat of sexual passion from the man she loved.
One Saturday before a big race on Sunday, as usual, he was out in the garage tinkering with the car. She'd just put the two-year-old down for his nap, and the other was at her father's house for the weekend. She was doing the laundry, and had just pulled a pair of coveralls out of the dryer. She started to fold them, and had an Idea. If he wouldn't come to her, she would go to him.
She gathered up the coveralls, and headed to the bathroom. She got completely undressed, and then decided to put on a sheer pair of thong underwear. She usually shaved her pubic hair, and since she'd just showered this morning, things were still smooth down there. She touched herself and found that she was already getting moist from anticipation. She pulled the coveralls over her bare skin, dabbed some of his favorite perfume on her neck, and in between her breasts. She looked at herself in the mirror. "It's missing something." She thought to herself. She grabbed the hair brush, teased her hair a little, put on some bright red lipstick, then pulled the zipper of the coveralls down to around her navel showing off her ample breasts, and lots of cleavage. Satisfied that she would make his cock throb, she set out on her mission.
She opened the door from the house to the garage, and saw John bent over the engine. It was running, loudly, and with the open exhaust, she could feel the powerful noise deep in her body. He was definitely distracted. She moved around the back of the car to the passenger side. She leaned seductively over the roof, and waited for him to notice her.
John flipped the switch on the remote starter, and the engine shut off. He noticed that she was standing there. "Oh, Hey babe." He looked back down at the engine. "Can you hand me..." He looked up at her again, and truly noticed her. Her hair teased hair, her red lips, and her beautiful body peaking out of his coveralls. His mouth hung open, and he just stared at her.
"Hand you what?" She smiled seductively, reached for the lapel of the coveralls, and peeled it back a little giving him a view of her erect, wanting nipple.
"Wow Kat." He managed before she put her finger to his lips.
She pulled the zipper of his coveralls down revealing his bare chest, and then the waistband of his underwear.
"Kat, what's..." She slid her hand farther down into his coveralls and gently grasped his now hardening manhood, cutting off his words. He put his arms around her and wiped his hands off on a rag, then threw the rag on the workbench. He let his hands drift over her back, and ass and kissed her, while she continued gently stroking his cock through his underwear.
She gazed into his eyes. They wanted her. She wanted him. She grasped a little harder on his now erect cock, and backed up pulling him gently with her. She backed up far enough to open the passenger door of the car, and sat down on the floor of the car where the passenger seat had been before it was removed to save weight. She reached into the fly of his underwear, and pulled out his now throbbing member.
She looked up at him seductively, before she kissed the head. She lightly sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. The look on his face told her that her attention was having the desired effect. She sucked a little harder, and started bobbing her head up and down causing his shaft to slide effortlessly between her full lips. Reaching around him, she pulled him closer, drawing his cock deeper into her mouth until it was tickling the back of her throat and beyond. She bobbed her head faster and sucked harder as if she couldn't get enough of his hot member into her mouth.
He took his arms out of his coveralls, and let them fall to the floor in a bunch by his ankles. She reached below his cock and lightly fondled his balls through his shorts. They were starting to tighten and she knew he would cum soon. She glanced up at his face and saw pure passion, a wanting that she'd not seen in quite a while. John threw back his head, arched his back and began pumping rope after rope of hot sticky man seed deep into her throat. She swallowed every drop, and gently sucked until she could taste him no more.
She let his limp member slip from her lips, and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. She stood up, pushing him back wards a little, and slipped her shoulders out of the coveralls letting him have a view of her large white breasts. She let the coveralls fall to the floor and stepped her high heel clad feet out of the legs revealing that the thong that she'd worn just for him, was the only thing she had on. He stepped out of his coveralls, and put his hands on her heaving chest. He squeezed her full breasts, and tweaked her nipples sending shockwaves through her neglected body.