This is the last delivery of the day. You walk up to the door of the house with a package and ring the bell.
A minute passes, but no answer. You ring again. Still nothing.
A bit annoyed, you decide to just leave the package on the porch, but then notice a sound of metal clanging coming from the garage near the house.
The door is slightly ajar, so you step toward it and take a peek inside.
Someone seems to be busy fixing the car, bent over the engine. The shape of the body looks strangely feminine, though, with round buttocks outlined attractively by the denim fabric of the overalls.
"Hello there?" you call out.
This seems to startle the girl, who straightens up and hits her head on the open hood above.
"Ow!" she yelps, then turns around, "W-who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Delivery?" you show her the package.
"Oh..." she walks up to you and takes it from your hands, "Thank you. Though I don't think it will help."
"With what?" you ask, while giving her the pen and pointing at the place to sign.
"With the car. The engine won't start no matter what. I changed the spark plugs, checked the wiring, the filter, poured fresh gas..." she keeps talking as she puts a small round signature onto the paper.
"Well, that's rough." you try to make a small talk, because she looks kinda cute. With tanned skin, short brown hair tied into a stubby ponytail, and wearing denim overalls over the white t-shirt, that is now stained with grease, she doesn't look like most women you are used to seeing. She looks naturally cute, not wearing any makeup - unless you count an oil smudge on her left cheek as one.
"Don't know what else to do, except to change the oil." the girl opens the package and pulls out the bottle, then sets it on the tool box. "Hey, do you have a moment? Maybe you can help me to check something."
"I can try..." you feel a bit nervous, since you have never fixed a car before and your knowledge about their inner workings is rather limited.
"I can't see what's happening from here, so how about I'll try to start it, and you look if you can find what's wrong with it." she opens the door and sits on the driver's seat.
You lean on the side of the car, nervously looking under the hood, unwilling to admit in front of the girl that you know basically nothing about the thing. She turns the key and the classic sound of coughing starter fills the garage. Then, you notice the only thing that moves - a spinning starter wheel with the remains of the belt flopping around, stuck to it.
"Anything?" she peeks out the window.
"I think I found the problem..." you pull the piece of the broken belt off and show it to her.
The girl jumps out of the car and walks up to you.
"Are you serious? I was messing around with the engine all this time, but it wouldn't start because the starter belt was broken?" she grasps at her head in frustration. "I think I have one that will fit."
She starts rummaging though one of the toolboxes, sticking her cute butt in your direction, not realizing how appealing it is. As she finds a couple of rubber belts, she gets to work on the car, bending over the front and presenting you with her denim-covered ass once again, which you decide to admire.
"Like what you see?" her voice snaps you back to reality.
"Emm... what?" you look away.
"I am not one of those bitches who pretend to be all innocent and stuff. If you'd like to bang, just say it." she straightens up.
"I mean... any guy would love to... with the girl like you..." you stammer like an idiot.
"There is no girl like me, and I am not offering to 'any guy'." she takes a few steps toward you. She is just a bit shorter than you, but a lot more confident. You take a deep breath and work up the courage to respond.
"I really like you." you tell her.
"That's good to hear, because I feel the same." she smiles. "So there is no reason why we can't have a good time together."
The girl slowly walks back toward the car, taking off the shoulder straps of her overalls one by one, until they drop to the floor. She is now wearing only the white t-shirt and plain white panties, so her alluring tanned legs are in full view. The girl closes the hood and sits on top of it, attempting to make a seductive pose as if on some kind of pin-up picture. It doesn't look quite right, but only adds to her clumsy charm.
You walk up to her and put your hands on her waist, holding her firmly, then lean over and give her a kiss. She reciprocates your advance in kind, actively seeking your passion, wrapping her arms around your back, small feminine fingers grasping at your shoulders for support. Your hand crawls under her shirt and onto her chest. There is no bra under there as her breasts are on the smaller side and keep the shape by themselves, but soft and melt under your fingers. You want to see them, so you grab the edge of her shirt and pull it up over her head. The girl's face takes on the reddish hue as she finds herself so exposed in front of you, but you can't help but stare at her naked body.
"Hey, not fair, you take your shirt off too." she complains.
"Oh... okay." you pull off your own shirt, and she puts her hands on your pectorals. Not being particularly muscular, you feel a bit conscious about it, but she doesn't seem to mind and focuses on your chest as she rubs it with her fingers. You, however, decide to break her concentration by giving her another kiss.
"It's a safe day, so you can go for it." she says, her hot breath hitting your face. Emboldened by her words, you pull her panties off, then unbuckle your belt and let your trousers drop to the floor.
"Oh..." she stares at your erection wide-eyed.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"Nothing... It's just a bit bigger than I thought..." she responds, still staring at your crotch.
Not sure if you should treat it as a compliment or insult, you decide to just press it to her exposed slit. With your hands on her plump thighs, you push yourself in, but then feel her tremble and wince. There is also something blocking your way in.
"Wait, this isn't your first time, is it?" you ask, concerned.
"What does it matter?" she pouts.
"Emm... In any case, just relax and try not to resist." you wrap your arms around her waist to support her body, then slowly push farther. Her nails dig into your back, and she grits her teeth as