Free Buck Naked by Vivi Anna Page A

flame.
    “ Mercì .”
    “Where you from?”
    “Montreal.”
    “What are you doing out here?”
    “Holiday.”
    “Are you planning to stay around here?” he asked sheepishly.
    “Maybe. Why, what did you have in mind?”
    She moistened her top lip with the pink tip of her tongue. She loved nothing more than teasing. It was a hobby she was quite skilled at.
    “N-n-nothing. I-I-I was just wondering. I’m getting married next week.”
    She pouted. “That’s too bad.”
    The driver got out of his truck and stood next to his friend.
    “I called O’Neil’s. They’ll come out and tow you into town. Quinn will be able to fix you up. We’ll take you to his garage.”
    “Well, I look forward to the ride.”
    She flicked her cigarette onto the road, put her hands on her hips, and smiled ferally at the two lost boys.
    “OK, who’s driving?”
    The drive into town was quick but painstakingly nerve wrecking for the two boys. Sabine sat in the middle and tortured them with her sensuous scent, a mingling of sweat and Obsession by Calvin Klein. She spread her legs to accommodate the stick shift and caught them both admiring the skimpiness of her shorts that seductively cut into her crotch. She smiled playfully at them both, then looked out the window as they neared the town.
    Town was an overstatement. The sign welcoming visitors to Buck Lake seemed bigger than the hamlet they pulled in to. On the right of what seemed to be the main road was a community center and a trio of baseball diamonds. Up a little further, on the right, was a small grocery store and liquor store. Next to that was a little mobile trailer acting as the post office. Across the road on the left was a hardware store that also doubled as a video store, and the UFA for big rigs and trucks. And down the road a little was a little gas station and mechanics bay, O’Neil Motors. By the time, she was dropped off at O’Neil Motors, Simone noticed both boys were sporting major hardons. She could tell by the way the fabric at the crotch of their Wranglers stretched. They shifted uncomfortably in their seats as she jumped out of the truck. She leaned back in the window, a wide playful grin on her face.
    “ Merci, cher , for helping me.”
    “It was our pleasure.” The young driver smiled. “Maybe, we’ll see you around.”
    “If you do, then it will be my pleasure.” Sabine stepped back from the truck and winked.
    They waved and peeled away from the garage. Probably in search of a private place to masturbate, Sabine thought. Speaking of private places, Sabine rubbed a hand over the crotch of her shorts. They were damp with sweat and juicy desire from her teasing. There was nothing sexier than two horny boys…
    Except maybe a dark, dangerous man with a crooked nose, and a devilish smile. “Are you the Mustang owner?” He wiped his greased-stained hands on his overalls as he came out from the garage bay.
    “I am, and you must be Quinn.”
    He nodded.
    She watched as he rubbed his face with one hand. She was a sucker for a man with big, strong, rough hands, and long talented fingers. She hoped he had talent.
    “Can you tell me what happened?”
    He moved near her. She could smell him. Motor oil and sweat. She shifted her stance so her shorts would quit rubbing at her sex.
    “I was driving, maybe a little fast, and then the little lights came on and the car stopped.”
    He grinned. “How fast?”
    She grinned back. “One thirty or so.”
    They both turned as the tow truck drove up with her car. The driver backed the Mustang up to the bay door. Quinn helped unhook her car. He ran his hands over the shiny metal, caressing each molding.
    Sabine’s heart fluttered and her groin throbbed.
    “Nice ride.”
    “Thanks.”
    “It’s a '96?”
    “ Oui . It was a present from my papa.”
    He pushed the car into the bay over the pit. A hoist stood in the middle. He popped the hood and looked at the motor.
    Sabine propped her hip up against the fender, very