Car Talk
Copyright© 2022 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 3: Too Hot to Handle
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: Too Hot to Handle - Emmie's going to college. She's found a great place to live, and an incredible bonus in the back yard garage. Even better, her big studly boyfriend can help with the garage find, and he's great with his tool(s). He really is. It's a whole new kind of "Hot in Philadelphia." Except for the Phillies, they're still terrible.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches Workplace Interracial Black Male Black Female White Female Massage Size
“No wonder Mom comes home on Saturdays so wiped! Daniel, after the groceries please come help me get all the windows open. Grandpa, what’s going on?”
“Emmie, I don’t feel the heat like you do. I’m old, and skinny. But the main reason is I can’t work these old windows and latches with my hands. I can’t close and lock them if they’ve been left open.”
“Well, shit! We’re going to fix this. Today. Daniel! Hon, do you have your tools in the back of your car?”
“Yeah. What’s the plan?”
“Grandpa, stay put, drink some water, we’ll be back soon. Daniel, let’s go to the Home Depot.”
- Ninety Minutes Later -
Daniel carried inside a heavy box, roughly 20 × 20 inches and 40 inches tall (50 × 50 × 100 cm). Unpacked, it was a portable air conditioner. Daniel set about connecting the included exhaust hose to a sash window and locking it into place. Plugged and powered the little unit began blowing blessedly cool air into the small living room. Emmie handed the a/c’s little remote control to her grandfather.
“OK, I have to admit, this is pretty nice. How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing, it’s a gift, don’t worry about it. But it will bump your electric bill some, so you can pay for that part. Honestly, I couldn’t live here without it.”
“I guess I just have to say thanks, then. And thank you also Daniel for making it happen. Are you making dinner tonight?”
“Of course, Grandpa. That’s your new normal. So, I want to have Daniel back here for dinner Friday, is that a problem?”
“Of course not, Emmie, it’s your house now too. I look forward to seeing you then, Daniel. Now, let’s get all her things to her room for tonight.”
Emmie surveyed what had once been her mother’s bedroom. At least the window was fully opened, with a screen to keep the bugs out.
“It feels like 85° (30 °C) in here, and sticky humid. Close the door, Daniel. I need to thank you properly for the A/C.”
At least Emmie was wearing shorts and sandals. She peeled off her shirt and hoped he wouldn’t notice the wet spots under her arms and down her back. The bra was off right after. Daniel was just staring, with a goofy smile. “Take your shirt off too, I need distraction from this heat.”
“Daniel? Daniel!”
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