A Mechanic’s Leg Worship Encounter

As a mechanic, I don’t often give thought to being controlled by the women whose cars I fix- that is, until I had a leg worship encounter. I was working late at my car shop that is right off of the main highway when the door made a dinging sound, signaling that someone had just entered the store.

“We’re closed!” I yelled and I continued to work on the last car of the night.

“Hello?” I heard someone say in the front office.

“We ARE closed!” I yelled again.

I began to hear the steps getting closer and realized it was a woman, and she was wearing the noisiest high heeled shoes I have ever heard. I rolled out from underneath the car, and to my amazement, I was taken aback by the short, petite woman walking into my garage. She wore a tight fitted little mini skirt that seemed to be a size too small, a short sleeved t-shirt, and a pair of high heeled wedge shoes. I wanted to tell her yet again that we are closed for the day, but she just looked so helpless.

Standing Before Me, Her Clothes Clung to Her Body

It had been raining for hours and she was soaking wet. Seemed like the poor girl was shivering. I asked her how I could be of assistance and she explained that while driving, her car veered off the road. Her tire had either blown out or needed repair. She also said that she really needed to have the oil changed. Of course, she had no idea how to change a tire, so she ran across the road in hopes that our repair shop was still open.

I locked her inside of the shop, so she wouldn’t have to walk in the rain again, and I went outside to check on her car. There was no damage to the rim of her tire, so it should be an easy fix. Her oil on the other hand…I pulled out the dipstick and the oil was as thick and dark as tar. From the looks of it, she must not have had it changed in a while.

Afraid that She Didn’t Have Any Money

When I returned to the auto shop, she was informing one of her friends that she wouldn’t be able to make it tonight because her car was in the shop. She quickly ended the call.  That’s when I informed her that I would be able to change her tire and her oil for thirty bucks. The after hours special, if you will.

She handed me her credit card which I swiped, to process the charges. Hmmm, declined. “Ma’am, your card won’t go through, do you have another?” I asked. She handed me two alternative credit cards and both cards were declined, same as the first. Then she handed me a fourth card, and thankfully, the thirty dollar charge went through with no problems. She let out a sigh of relief and sat back down on the couch to warm up.

I Thought Of Her Petite Legs and Her High Heeled Shoes

I pulled her car into the garage and began to repair her tire. Undeniably, it started feeling like someone was watching me.  You know that feeling, when your skin gets a little warm, like someone’s eyes are burning into you. I looked up and there she stood in front of me, walking in a circle around her car. She told me how much she appreciated me for servicing her car after hours.  And further, that I was such a good person for helping her out.

She stopped right in front of me and asked how could she ever repay me for my service. In all honesty, it felt like she was trying to come on to me-just a little. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other because the growth in my pants became uncomfortable and I didn’t want her to notice the bulge in my crotch. It was too late, for she had already noticed and she reached out to grab my bulge and she roughly massaged my swollen member.

She Examined My Body and I Was Entranced by Her Legs

She walked around me, just like she sized up her car, and she began to unbutton my shirt and pants. I couldn’t help but stare at her shapely legs, barely covered by her little mini skirt. When she threw open my blue, work shirt, she clapped her hands so loudly, that it forced me to look up from her lovely, shapely legs into her eyes.

“You like my legs, I see,” she said.

“Uh, yea. Yea, I do,” I quickly responded.

After hearing my admission to admiring her legs, she took a few, slow steps backwards, pulling up her tight mini skirt with each step until her ass bumped into my tool chest. She spread her legs nice and wide, and motioned for me to come to her with her index finger. How could I say no? This leg worship encounter was well underway!

I Was Under Her Control, Her Legs Mesmerized Me

I walked over to her and she leaned forward and whispered into my ear that she wanted me to lift her in the air, and set her down on top of the large, mechanic’s tool box. Thereupon, I hoisted her into the air, gently placing her atop the red, metal toolbox and before I could back away, she wrapped her legs around my neck.

“And where do you think you’re going?” she said.

Her little, flexible legs started massaging the side of my face, one by one. I wanted to just grab her, and throw her on the cement floor and have my way with her. But I couldn’t. It was like she had me under some sort of trance. Her legs had me under a trance and I couldn’t move, nor could I speak.

I Pleased Her Feet and Legs During My Leg Worship Encounter

I only opened my mouth when she instructed me to do so. She would run the top of her foot across my mouth, and order me to stick out my tongue and lick the top of her foot. I wish she would have allowed me to lick her foot longer. She permitted me to lick her foot only for the brief time it took for her to trail her foot across my lips.

She reached down to grab me by my hair, and pull my face into the back of her knees.

“I want you to run your tongue across the back of my knees, from side to side. I want you to make my leg wet with your saliva and I want to hear you moan while you enjoy my legs,” she stated.

She reached into the pocket of her little mini skirt to find her cell phone. “Is there anyone you need to call?” she asked. “We’re going to be here for a very long time.”

She handed me the phone, and I began to dial.

….and that was just the beginning of my leg worship encounter!