It had been a long, hard day, and I was feeling a little down.

I had not had a break and the applicants had been streaming in nonstop all day. Part of my job requires me to check and photocopy IDs for tattoos and piercing. And that day I’d verified so many numbers, my head was spinning.

Then this woman came in whom I’d seen a couple of times. The first time, I thought she might be in her late thirties. She looked amazing, and I was surprised to discover that she was actually in her forties. She always joked about my kindness for carding her, and now that we were somewhat familiar with each other, we’d begun an innocent little flirtation. She had a great smile, a good figure, and a sultry voice. It was not quite a whiskey voice, but the slight edge to it had always brought me close to arousal whenever I’d heard it.

At 23 years of age, I have had fantasies of older women, but she was the only one I had met face to face that I’d seriously thought about. Now, while she waited for her appointment, we talked. She told me that she and her husband were having some problems.

She was soon called for her appointment. When she emerged afterward, she came right over to me. “A speaker in my car isn’t working. Do you think you could take a look at it?” she asked. She knew that I worked on car stereos in my spare time. My day was going to be over in an hour. I told her to meet me behind the shop.

When I walked out the back door, she was in the parking lot waiting for me. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me how sweet I was for helping her. My prick jumped at the kiss. I told her to follow me to my house, where I would look at her problem.

To get to the speakers, I had to get in the trunk of her car upside down, with my legs hanging out the back. With a flashlight in my mouth, I looked at the wires. “I don’t see a problem with — ” And that’s when I felt her hand on my crotch. She caressed my cock through my jeans. I squinted to see her hands undoing my belt. I started to wriggle out to accommodate her, but she kept me in place. “I’ll do the work for now,” she told me.

She took out my cock, placed it in her mouth, and started sucking. She was so good, I was having difficulty holding back. I put my hand on the back of her head as she sucked away. Then she stopped. She stood and took off her clothes, still not letting me move from my spot in her trunk.

“I need your cock in me,” she said. Her body was perfect. She had firm ample breasts, a flat stomach. Her hips were made for sex, and she had a small trimmed patch of red pubic hair, slightly darker than the full red curls that cascaded around her soft shoulders. She kneeled on the bumper and lowered her twat on my throbbing erection. It felt so good, so warm and wet, with a tightness that I’d never experienced.

She slid up and down, grinding her love into me with a trained precision. She was so good and I was so excited that I didn’t last long. My juice shot into her and she came just seconds after. She lifted off me and slid down my body until my cock was back in her mouth. She licked it clean, then started to dress as

I got out of the trunk. She hadn’t put her panties on yet and her shirt was still on the floor. I pulled up her skirt and entered her again, bending her over slightly and massaging her breasts from behind. She pulled me out and turned to face me. Her breath was hot on my neck. She held onto me while we went at it again. She breathed harder when I pulled on her nipples with my teeth. Before she got too far, I withdrew and went down on her, working my tongue against her clit. Within minutes she pushed my face into her as she came. She tasted sweet.

As I stood, she fell to her knees and started sucking again, so expertly that it didn’t take me long. My juices flowed into her mouth and she swallowed all of it. She licked me clean again and got dressed, leaving her panties hanging on the tool rack in my garage. After she left, I realized my clothes were in the trunk of her car. But I got them back. She now comes over once a week so I can work on her car.