Life on Eden Trails - Part I - Sex Stories

Life on Eden Trails - Part I

... teaser,” I joked. “Nope,” Charlie responded, “I am the real deal.” Charlie was saying all the right things to peak my interests and her provocative attire was almost more than I could stand. Her “real deal” comment was like a challenge. I couldn’t help but respond with a bit of sarcasm. “So you’re the “real deal’?” I inquired. “Time will tell if that is true or not.” Charlie leaned forward and smiled. “You want me, don’t you?” “I don’t have times for games,” I replied. “No games,” Charlie replied. “I’m a virgin. I can wait.” Holy shit! Did she say she was a virgin? I decided right then and there, I was going to burst her cherry, one way or another. I looked at Charlie and remarked, “You keep wearing shorts like that and you may very well lose your virginity sooner than later.” Charlie smiled. “When the time is right, I won’t care,” she replied. “When the time is right. . .” I wiped my hands and picked up the empty oil containers. Charlie leaned against the front fender of my car, her long legs crossed at the ankles, watching me as I worked. I looked at Charlie and smiled. “So are we going to do mine, next?” she asked. I hadn’t planned on it, but I found myself giving in. “Sure,” I remarked. She popped the hood on the family sedan – a Honda Accord. I took out my shop jack and Charlie watched as I positioned it under her car. I started pumping down on the handle. As the front tires started to lift off the ground, Charlie asked, “Can I do that?” I took a step back and let her ...

... try and push down on the jack handle, but didn’t go all the way down. “Lesson one,” I remarked, emphasizing my last three words, “If you’re going to do it right, you have to go ALL THE WAY DOWN.” Charlie looked at me and smiled. “All the way down,” she repeated. “Yes,” I said, “All the way down.” The innuendo was not lost on either of us. Charlie pushed the jack handle as far down as it would go and the car went up a small notch. She turned and smiled. “All the way down,” she remarked. I placed my undercarriage dolly right behind the front wheel. “Now the dirty work,” I remarked. “We have to take the plug out.” “Take the plug out,” Charlie repeated. “Yes, I replied, “Take the plug out.” She looked at me for additional directions. “You have to lie down on the dolly and roll under the car to do it,” I remarked. “Oh,” Charlie responded, looking down at the dolly. She took up a position on the dolly, on her back, her tanned legs stretching out in front of me. I took up the same position beside her on the cement slab, an adjustable wrench in hand. I worked my way up under the car, as Charlie rolled under it, beside me. Finding the drain plug, I sized the wrench to the plug, and then handed the wrench to Charlie. I positioned the drain pan to catch the spillage. “Which way do I turn?” she asked. “Counter clockwise to loosen and clockwise to tighten,” I replied. She dutifully repeated everything I told her. I handed her the wrench. “Other direction,” I instructed. The oil leaked from ...