When I pulled up at the garage that morning, I couldn't figure out what do with myself. I guess I was restless. And horny. Normally in my line of work I have to spend the day covered in oil and grease. I could be completely naked under the overall I wear. I try and give customers a peek of my bra. This one man once made a coughing sound gesturing to my red lace. I just smiled sweetly at him.
Today, I pulled the stops out. I wore a small white cover up with a fire engine red bra and thong underneath. White gets dirty the easiest, anything shows and this barely covered my thighs.
What was I thinking? That any man who pulled up would accept my blatant invitation of sex? I had come twice this morning already, once in the shower, using the nozzle and my clit pulsing begging to be bitten just lightly. Then, I had to finger fuck my clit quickly before I went into my garage at home. I rubbed my boobs against the light walls in my house and stuck my thonged butt out, furiously fucking my pussy and moaning, UH UH UH.