She called just before four o’clock. Could I stay late for her to pick up her car? She would there just after my usual closing time.I had told her no problem. She and her husband were long-time customers and brought all three of their cars to my shop for service. They are a nice couple, with three kids, the oldest driving for almost a year now, and I saw her 6 to 10 times a year. The first time they had come it together, but after that, it was always her that brought the cars in.Sometimes she would stay while her car was serviced and we would chat. Over the years we really hit it off, sharing a similar sense of humour and outlook on life, and began getting flirty. The sexual tension between us was very strong, and the flirting heavy, each time she came in. I loved her visits.A taxi pulled up shortly after five. I had her keys and invoice ready for her – her husband had called and paid over the phone earlier in the day – as I assumed she would be çankaya escort a hurry to get home. She stepped out the taxi and came inside.She is about five foot four, has long dark hair, and is very shapely. Even with the extra twenty pounds, she has great curves, shapely hips, and a nice ass.  Her breasts looked like nice, big handfuls. She usually wore jeans, or capri pants, and either a sweater or loose t-shirt.Today she was wearing a snug red skirt, a black top with no shoulders, and a pair of black high heel boots up to her knees. Her hair was styled and loose, not in a ponytail, and bright red lipstick highlighted her pretty face. She looked incredible.”Hi, thanks for waiting,” she said as she came through the door.”For you, no problem,” I replied, “you look fantastic, what are you all dressed up for?”She gave me a sexy smile as she tossed her hair, “For you.””For me?” I asked in surprise.She looked around rus escort before speaking, “Are the guys gone?””Yes, nobody here but us.”She turned and locked the door. She came over to the counter, took the invoice and keys, and dropped them in her purse. She put her purse down on the nearby chair and smiled at me.”Do you really think I look good?” she asked as she slowly twirled around.”Oh, you look far better than good,” I answered, “you are a knock-out.””I’m glad you like it,” she replied with a big smile.She came to me and put her hands on my shoulders, sliding them behind my neck, and pressed herself into me. I looked down as she raised her lips to meet mine and we shared a quick kiss. “Remember when you said if I ever needed anything to come see you?” she purred, “well, I need something.””What would that be?” I asked with my heart pounding.She slid one hand down from my shoulder, and her fingernails ran over my chest eryaman escort hairs between the unbuttoned part of my shirt.I stepped back, took her by the hand, and led her to my office and away from the large front windows. I closed the door and put my hands on her waist and pulled her closer. She put her arms around my neck again, and we pressed together, her lower belly caressing the bulge in my pants, as we kissed lustfully. My hands went over her hips and ass, enjoying the feel of her body, and then slid up her sides. She moaned quietly as my hands surrounded her heavy breasts and gently lifted, squeezing them. Our tongues twirled together as her hands slid down my back and over my ass.”You’re so… manly… so strong,” she whispered as her hands traveled around my body.With my hands on her ass, I pulled her into me, pressing my hard cock into her, and turned her towards the desk. I pushed her ass against the desk and slid my hands up her body, massaging her breasts and feeling her hard nipples under the material, as we kissed. She was braless, and her big nipples pushed into my palms. I grabbed one with my fingers and gave it a little tug, eliciting a moan, and reached my other hand down between her legs.