Life on Eden Trails - Part I - Sex Stories

Life on Eden Trails - Part I

... the plug before she had it removed. It spilled all over her hands and down her arm. “Yuck!” she remarked, “I didn’t know it was this messy.” “That is what rags are for,” I replied. “Take the plug all the way out.” “All the way out?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied, “All the way out… let it drop in the drain pan.” I scrunched out from under the car, and Charlie Started to follow on the dolly. “Hold up,” I instructed, “wait for all the oil to drain. When it stops, I will need you to put the plug back in.” I stood beside the car. “Are you having fun?” I heard her ask. “Fun?” I inquired. “I guess so, if you call changing the oil, fun.” Charlie spread her legs as wide as she could, knowing I would take note. “Stop that,” I told her. I could hear her giggle. “You’re no fun,” she remarked. I had her put the plug back in. I dumped five pints of new oil into her engine. “Can I come out?” she asked. “Bring the dirty oil with you,” I replied. Charlie rolled out from under the car and sat up on the dolly. The dirty oil pan sat next to her. A large brown spot soiled her white shirt, where the oil had run down her arm. She had two smudge marks on her face. The oil glistened in the sunlight. I tossed her a rag and she wiped her hands with it. I started her car and let it run for a few minutes, while I disposed of the old oil into an oil can I had brought over for recycling purposes. Charlie sat on the dolly and watched. I checked the dipstick, with Charlie by my side watching. “This is so ...

... cool,” she remarked, putting her hand on top of mine, as we leaned in, under the hood, and checked her belts for wear marks. I looked down at her hand on top of mine. I took a rag from my pocket and handed it to her. She wiped the oil splotches from her hand. “You’re cool,” she remarked, handing me back my rag, slipping her finger tips into the front pockets of her shorts. I turned off the engine and handed Charlie the car keys. I bent over to pick up the empty oil containers. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my butt. I startled me. Charlie cackled. “Damn, what an ass!” “You’re not supposed to do that,” I said. “There are a lot of things,” she replied, smiling, “that I am not supposed to do, but I do them anyway.” I retrieved the last oil container and put it in the plastic bag I held in my hand. Charlie stepped over close to me and looked around, nervous like. “Look,” she remarked, lowering her voice. “Mom and Dad are gone. You’re cool. I’m horny… do you want to mess around?” I wasn’t sure I heard her right. “What?” “Mom and dad are gone for the weekend,” Charlie repeated. She bit down on her lower lip. “Do you want to come in the house?” I still wasn’t sure I completely understood, so just to make sure, I asked, “Are you sure?” Charlie tip-toed, placed a hand on my shoulder and a light kiss on my check. “I’m sure,” she replied, taking my hand in hers. I tossed the empty oil cans in her family’s trash can sitting just outside her garage door. We walked in through her garage and she ...