The Jeep’s tires crunched into the gravel lot of Shane’s aut..

The Jeep’s tires crunched into the gravel lot of Shane’s auto shop, my body still buzzing from Adam, the mailman, and our encounter. My pussy was soaked, throbbing with a need no toy could satisfy. I needed a real cock, and Shane, rough, confident, and always up for a good time, was the man for the job. I glanced in the rearview mirror, my lips glossy, my miniskirt barely covering my thighs, and my tight top clinging to my tits, no bra to hide my hard nipples. I looked like trouble, and I felt like it, too.

I hopped out, and strutted into the garage, heels clicking. The shop smelled of oil and metal, but Shane wasn’t at his usual spot. Instead, I spotted my husband Scott hunched over a toolbox, sorting wrenches. He barely looked up as I approached, my hips swaying.

“Hey, babe,” I said, keeping my voice casual. “Where’s Shane?”

Scott glanced at me, his eyes taking in my sexy outfit, and shook his head. “In his new office,” he grunted, nodding toward the back of the shop. “Just got it set up."

I didn’t stick around to chat. “Thanks,” I tossed over my shoulder, already walking toward the office, my pulse racing. The door was half-open, and there was Shane, leaning back in a creaky chair, phone to his ear, giving an order for parts. His t-shirt hugged his broad chest, jeans low on his hips, and that familiar cocky grin on his face.

I didn’t wait for an invitation. I slipped inside, shutting the door behind me with a soft click. Shane’s eyes snapped to me, widening as he took in my skirt, my tits straining against my tight top. I walked straight to him, leaning down, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “I need your dick inside me now.”

His breath caught, and he fumbled the phone, muttering a quick, “Yeah, send it tomorrow, gotta go,” before hanging up the phone, he said, “Brooke, what's _” he started, but I was already moving, yanking my top down to let my tits spill free, my nipples hard and begging for attention.

I didn’t give him time to think. I bent over his desk, shoving a stack of papers aside, and hiked my skirt up to my waist, exposing my soaking wet pussy. “Fuck me, Shane,” I said, glancing back at him, my voice low and needy. “Now.”

His chair scraped as he stood, his eyes locked on my ass and my dripping wet pussy. “Holy shit,” he muttered, already undoing his belt, the clink of him undoing his belt sent a shiver through me. He had no clue why I was this worked up, no idea it was because of Adam, our conversation, that had left me dripping and desperate. Let him think it was all him. I liked it that way.

Shane didn’t hesitate. He stepped behind me, his hands gripping my hips. “You’re fucking soaked,” he growled, the head of his cock brushing my opening, teasing me for a split second before he thrust in, hard and deep. I moaned loud, my pussy clenching around him as he filled me, thick and hot, exactly what I’d been craving.

“Goddamn, Brooke,” he grunted, setting a brutal pace, his hips slamming into me, the desk creaking under my weight. My tits bounced against the wood, my nipples grazing the surface with every thrust, sending shock waves through my body. He was not gentle, just raw need, and it was perfect, exactly what I needed to simmer down the fire Adam had lit.

“Harder,” I gasped, pushing back against him, my pussy contracting tight as the pleasure built. Shane’s hand slid up, grabbing my tits and rubbing my nipples, my moans louder, needier. He fucked me like he owned me, which he does at this point.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me lose it,” he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic. I was already there, the tension snapping as my orgasm crashed over me, my pussy pulsing around his cock, my legs trembling as I called out, “Shane!” Wave after wave hit me, my body shaking, satisfied at last.

He wasn’t far behind. With a low curse, he shot his warm, silky load inside me, spraying down the inside of my pussy walls, his hot jizz dripping out of me as he pulled out, leaving a puddle on his office floor. I stayed bent over for a moment, catching my breath, a smile on my lips as the aftershocks faded.

Shane grabbed a shop rag, wiped me clean, and then wiped up the puddle on the floor. “Jesus, Brooke,” he said, "that was amazing and a great afternoon break."

I straightened, tugging my skirt down and pulling my top back into place, my tits and pussy still tingling. “Just what I needed,” I said with a shrug, letting him believe he was the spark. No need to mention Adam. This was my secret, and I’d keep it that way.

“Anytime,” Shane said, his grin cocky again, like he’d just won a prize. I shot him a wink, sauntering out of the office, my body completely satisfied. As I passed Scott, still sorting tools, I called out, “See ya at home, babe,” and headed for my Jeep, already thinking about the next time I see Shane.