I was out in the street doing some work on my car when I saw her. She was standing just outside her open garage, trying to start a lawnmower. She was pulling repeatedly, and ineffectually, on the starter cord, but getting nowhere. The mower hadn't even burped in the minute that I had been watching.
Curious, I wandered up the driveway, around the car that was parked there, and stopped before her. "Having trouble?"
"Mower won't start."
I crouched down beside it, opening its gas cap to make sure there was fresh gas in the tank. I jiggled the spark plug wire, making sure it was properly seated. I checked the choke setting, and pushed the priming button a few times, then gave the cord a healthy pull. Nothing.
I crouched back down, then looked up at her. "I think I know what's wrong. You're not dressed correctly. You need to change into a pair of shorts, or even a mini-skirt." She eyed me steadily for a moment, then straightened up and went into the house. A minute later she was back, her jeans now replaced by a short denim skirt. I reflected that she had good legs.
I stood and moved to the workbench, moving a sawhorse aside and rummaging through the toolbox to find the right socket wrench. Turning back to the mower, I squatted once again and proceeded to remove the spark plug. As I suspected, it was gummed up, and incapable of putting out the necessary spark. I held it up so she could see it, and said, "I need something to clean this. Give me your panties."
I got another one of those steady looks, then she reached under her skirt and started pulling her panties down, making sure that I couldn't see anything in the process. When they hit the ground, she bent over to lift each foot and work them over her sneakers, then handed them to me.
I worked the plug clean with her panties, then tossed them aside while I reinstalled the plug. With the plug wire back in place, I stood and primed the machine once more, then yanked on the starter cord. The mower roared to life on the first pull, so I let it idle for a moment to warm up, then let it choke to a stop once I was satisfied.
I moved over to her, and took her by the arm, leading her to the sawhorse. Without saying a word, I bent her over the sawhorse, kicking her feet apart until I was satisfied. Her miniskirt rode up her back, baring her nicely rounded ass; with her legs spread, her vulva was clearly visible between the cheeks of that ass.
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