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Naughty(3)

By:Sam Crescent



He knew. However, he couldn't talk to her more about it seeing as he  pulled up to the street, and pointed at the restaurant. "There it is."

"Wow, she does go for flashy, doesn't she?" Autumn shook her head. "Sorry. My parents probably love it."

"I'll be seeing you, Autumn," he said.

"You will."

She climbed out of the car and gave him a final wave before walking up  the street. He waited, and she turned, another wave, and entered the  restaurant. When he was sure she wasn't coming out again, he drove off,  wondering when she'd realize that he didn't have a number, and so no way  to contact her.

Just another reason to get her back to his shop, where he could show her a little more excitement.





Chapter Two



"Where the hell were you?" Summer asked.

"My car broke down. I had to get it into a shop."

"Whose shop?"

Autumn hung up her jacket and shook her head. "It doesn't matter. Right, I'm ready."

Summer sighed, looked her over, and did a few tweaks, tucking some of  her hair back and straightening her shirt. "There, you're presentable."

On the outside maybe but on the inside Autumn was so shaken by the drive  to the restaurant. Her pussy was soaking wet, and her nipples felt a  little sore. She was so aroused that she wished she was alone, but as it  was, she'd have to get through a couple of hours before she could take  matters into her own hands.

"You're a little flushed."

"I'm fine, Summer." She forced a smile. "Seriously, I'm fine."

Entering the main restaurant she saw that most of the people present  were Summer's colleagues. There was a small table where her parents were  sitting, and that was where Autumn went. "Mom. Dad. Happy Anniversary."

"Sweetie, are you okay?" her mother asked.

"I'm good. I'm good. Bad car, and it just decided to go blah on me  today. I'm fine though." She kissed each of her parents, and took a  seat. "This is nice."

"A little too fancy if you ask me," her father said.

"Bill, not tonight. Summer loves doing this, and I'm not going to say anything."

"Mary, we don't know half the people here."

Autumn giggled and blew out a breath. Crisis was averted. She watched  her sister as she moved around each table, flirting, chatting, and using  their parents' anniversary as just another reason to get more exposure  with her colleagues, and for them not to forget her.

Her thoughts went to Carter, and how good he'd looked. The years had  done him well, and his muscles, wow. There was some serious buffness  coming from him.

She was being tugged, and she turned to see Summer grabbing her arm.

"What are you doing?"

"There's someone I want you to meet. Come on."

Ugh, she hated when her sister did this.

Autumn followed her sister toward a table that had a couple of men, and  just looking at them, she was bored. They wore suits and were glancing  down at their cell phones, clearly more interested in their work. This  wasn't the kind of excitement she was after, and she couldn't wait until  the night was over. Her sister clearly didn't care that she was about  to bore her death.

The one good thing with these men looking at their cell phones was she  could concentrate on her fantasies that featured a very hunky man, a  mechanic.

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Carter couldn't have planned it better as he saw the taxi pull up  outside of his shop, and smiled. Autumn was paying as he climbed out  from underneath a different car. He was wiping his hands on a cloth when  she turned around.

"Oh, hey," she said.

"What can I do for you?" he asked. He knew exactly what she wanted.

"I didn't give you my cell number, or any way to contact me. I figured you'd need some details to call at least."

She wore a pair of tight jeans, molding to her nice juicy ass. He wanted  her, and his cock had a mind of its own as he started to get hard once  again.

"Then let's go and get your number down."

"Have you finished with my car?"

"I'm afraid not. I'm having to wait for a part." He stepped right up  behind her, pushing open the door, over her. Autumn stumbled, and he  placed a hand on her waist to balance her. "I've got you, babe."

She gasped. It was the quietest sound, but he heard it. Autumn didn't  move away from him, nor did she try to push his hand away. Gripping her  waist tightly, he leaned in and breathed in her citrusy scent. He didn't  know if it was from the kind of soap she used or her baking. She  smelled amazing.         

     



 

He urged her inside his shop, which he'd pulled the blinds down ahead of  time. If she wanted some excitement, then he was more than happy to  provide it. Dirty, rough, exciting, any way she wanted, he was more than  willing.

"Thank you." She turned toward him, and she was biting her fucking lip again, driving him crazy.

Moving his hand up her body, he grazed over her tit, and cupped her  face. Running his thumb along her lip, he pulled it out from between her  teeth. "You really need to stop doing that."

"Doing what?" she asked.

"Biting that lip." Then, throwing caution to the wind, he pressed his  cock against her. "Otherwise I'll have to do something about it, and  I've got no problems with that."

"Carter?" Her eyes were huge as she stared back at him. He saw he'd  surprised her, and yet from the flush in her cheeks, he knew he'd  excited her as well.

"Tell me no, Autumn. Tell me no, and I'll stop. I'll get your car, and you won't have to worry about a thing. No hard feelings."

She simply stared at him, and he had to wonder what was going through  her mind as she did. What was she thinking, feeling? He'd never really  cared what a woman was thinking about him. It never mattered. Most  often, they were thinking dirty shit, and he loved that. He loved being  in every woman's mind, and the dirty shit was always the best kind. She  closed her eyes, and he saw her frown a little, and then her eyes  opened.

Autumn spun around in his arms, and he saw the heat and need in her eyes. "Yes. Whatever the hell you want to do, yes."

"Whatever the hell I want to do?" he asked, gripping her hips, and  pushed her toward the edge of his desk. The room was small. Placing her  down on the edge, he closed the door, flicking the lock into place.

"What if someone comes?"

"Oh, someone is going to come all right, but I don't care about anyone  else outside of this room." He moved back to the desk, and pushed her  coat off her shoulders. Staring at her lips, Carter had been waiting a  long time to do this. Slamming his down on hers, he finally kissed those  fuckable lips. When he ran his tongue across her bottom lip, she opened  up, and he slid inside, meeting her halfway. She let out a moan,  arching up against him. Her large tits pressed against his chest, and he  wanted her. Fuck, he wanted her so damn bad, but who was he kidding?  He'd spent a great deal of time thinking about sweet little Autumn over  the years. As stupid as it sounded, when the leaves started to turn red  and fall off the trees, to him it was Autumn. He'd spent a couple of  years in England when he'd graduated school. In England, fall was  Autumn.

She tugged the shirt off his body, breaking their kiss long enough to  get him naked. He did the same, removing her shirt, and throwing it into  the pile of clothes that was getting bigger with every second.

Pushing his fingers beneath the bra she wore, he slowly started to lower  it down her arms. He couldn't wait any longer, so he flicked the catch  at the back, and her tits spilled free. Cupping those beauties in his  hands, Carter was in heaven, pure heaven.

Her nipples were a nice dusty red, and her breasts were so big that her  flesh still had some of the imprint of the bra. He leaned down, swiping  one nipple and pinching the other, watching as she gasped out, tensing  up just a little.

"Your tits are fucking perfect." He bit down on one nub as he rubbed his  thumb over the other. "I want to fuck these. Press them together, and  run my cock in between." He pushed them together, and she moaned, going  for the belt of his jeans.

He was charmed by her effort to get him out of his jeans, but it showed  she'd not had a lot of experience. Stepping back, he unbuckled his belt,  and shoved the jeans down to his knees.

"You don't wear boxers?" she asked.

"No. They confine my dick, and I don't like them."

He wrapped his fingers around his dick, and started to work from the  base up to the tip, then back down again. The tip was already leaking  pre-cum. "Get naked for me," he said.

She stood, and with her gaze still on him, she wriggled out of her  jeans. He loved that she didn't try to cover up her body. He loved her  extra curves, and especially her tits and hips. He wasn't a small man,  and he couldn't wait to feel her ass nestled against his hips as he  plowed into her.

When her knickers stayed on, he tutted, and stepped close. "That is not  naked." In one quick tug, he tore those panties and placed them in his  drawer. "Those will be mine."

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