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He saw her at the car park of the local superstore. A large blue shopping bag, thrown around her shoulder hid almost all her upper body from him. Wearing casual jeans, black top and pink lacy pumps, first she didn’t seem anything extraordinary. Apart from her ass. Her ass was impeccable. No doubt, she spent a fair amount of time at the gym perfecting it. He watched her striding towards her car with long, airy steps, as if she was dancing on clouds. Her auburn ponytail swung rhythmically from side to side. Then he saw her smile, a smug smirk that said ‘I own the fucking universe.’ Whether she noticed him or not, he wasn’t sure. Behind her dark sunglasses, her eyes didn’t give a hint. But he had to know the reason for that smile and more than anything, he wanted to be the one, making her smile like that. His mind was in overdrive trying to come up with a chat up line, anything really, anything to make her stop and talk to him. But she was gone, already at her car, tossing her bag on the passenger seat of a black Nissan, then she went on to return her trolley to the bay. He walked towards her, his steps hurried, but nothing close to the airiness of her steps. By the time he was close enough to say anything, she was starting her engine. Dumbstruck, he walked back to his car and decided to follow her. She didn’t make it very hard, as she was just heading to the petrol station next door. But instead of parking at one of the pumps she steered left to the air/water station. He pulled up to the adjacent pump stalking her, first from the safety of his car, then getting out. He was watching her every move. He saw her unscrew her tyre caps, feed 20p into the machine, which came alive with a loud buzzing sound. She set the correct pressure, then bent down to her front left tyre, disappearing from his view. He started filling up his car even though it was still nearly full. When she reappeared, she was pulling the hose towards the front of her car with the same ballerina steps, but now going backwards. She pulled the hose to the max and when it reached its full length, it slightly jerked her body back. Stepping to her front right tyre, she turned and pulled the hose across her stomach. With the hose binding her to the vehicle, she bent down resting her bottom against the side of the car and attached the tube to the valve. Only three feet away she was and ‘Only a few words away.’ he thought. He wondered why did she wrap the dirty cord around her stomach, maybe for stopping the hose reeling back, he did not know, but it was fucking sexy. It made him want to tie her up, in the same fashion, with the rope cutting into her skin just underneath her small breasts. Then she looked at him, pushing her glasses up her forehead with her free hand. Large hazel eyes, wide with an expression of a deer looking into the headlights, recognising her fate, but powerless to do anything to stop the collision. He was at the wheel, with the power to steer away or step on the brake, but he wasn’t about to do either. ‘Wow,’ she thought. ‘look, what we have here.’ The first thing she noticed was his black hair. She had a weak spot for black hair. Ever since that beautiful model ex of hers… It was short on the side and at the back, longer at the front, spiked up. almanbahis He had a tattoo on his neck, it looked like part of a dragon. She wanted to have a closer look, tearing off his black T-shirt, that clung to his tight biceps. They were not sculpted gym muscles, but belonged to someone, who spent his day doing hard physical labour. And the way he held the nozzle, like those sexy half naked firemen in those charity calendars. ‘Hey, boy, you could fill me up, too, any time.’ she wanted to call out but instead she curled her lips into a pouted smile that said ‘Would you?’ ‘Are you ok, there? Do you need any help?’ he enquired. She wanted to say, ‘Yes.’ but then she understood, that he meant, help with the tyres. ‘Nah, I’m alright, thanks.’ Very disappointed puppy eyes looked back at her, so she decided to throw in a lifebuoy. ‘But actually…do you know any good mechanic? Stupid front tyres keep deflating. I have to come here every week.’ ‘In fact, I do know one.’ he said. ‘Wait there.’ He replaced the nozzle and leaned into his car retrieving a pen and a small notepad. He came over to her and started writing. When he was finished, he tore off the sheet and handed it to her. She smelled delicious, like some exotic fruit, mango and coconut maybe. ‘This is the mechanic.’ he circled the first number on the checkered sheet. ‘Tom’ was written above the number. ‘And this,’ he circled the second number, ‘is me’. ‘Matt’ was written above that one. ‘You know, just in case you need anything else. Anything at all.’ he said with a suggestive grin. ‘Like mowing my lawn.’ she giggled. ‘Anything, really. Just give me a call.’ And with that, he was walking back to his car. All self-possessed in confidence, that she will call, sooner or later. Sooner, rather than later was his guess. ‘It was nice to meet you, Matt.’ she called after him, tasting his name on her lips. ‘And it was nice meeting you,..’ ‘Leni, my name is Leni.’ That is such a cute name he taught, getting into his car As soon as she got home, she wanted to call him. She was still too full of energy even after her dance class. 45 minutes intense workout is nothing when you have the kids away for the weekend and you finally have your 8 hours sleep. She lifted up her phone and typed in his number, then she forced herself to put the phone down, onto the table. While she was cooking dinner and doing the dishes the voice in her head kept on nudging her towards her phone. ‘Call him. Call him.’ She tried to keep herself busy, but at 6 pm she couldn’t restrain herself any longer. She picked up the phone and without hesitation this time, she pressed ‘call’. He didn’t answer. ‘What if he gave me the wrong number.’ she panicked for a brief second. ‘Impossible.’ Suddenly she was not hungry anymore and pushed her plate of steaming korma away on the table. Then her phone buzzed. It was him. ‘Hi, it’s Matt. Just got a missed call from you.’ ‘It’s Leni.’ When he didn’t say anything she added, ‘We’ve met at the petrol station this morning.’ ‘I remember.’ She could see him smiling at the other end of the line. ‘Listen, you said to call you, if I need help with anything. Well, one of my bedrooms needs to be painted and I’m really, really bad at diy.’ she lied. She was quite capable of doing almanbahis yeni giriş projects like that. She already painted all her bedrooms herself after her ex had moved out, but that was the best, she could come up with. ‘I don’t know whether you are willing to do that sort of thing.’ she said hesitantly noticing the silence at the other end. ‘I can go over later and have a look.’ he said. ‘Let’s say, nineish. Is that ok? ‘Perfect.’ she said maybe a bit too readily. ‘I’ll text you my address.’ ‘See you later.’ ‘See you.’ As she was nervously pacing the living room, her more cautious alter ego wanted to know: ‘Why do you keep bringing strangers home?’ But it was very rare that she listened to her. When at 9:07 he knocked on the door, she opened it without a second thought. If only she knew, what she welcomed into her home… He looked hot as hell. Bit of a stubble here, a rock star leather jacket there, a pair of big dark hungry eyes and she was already weak in the knees. He threw his jacket on one of the hooks and followed her inside. ‘Would you like a glass of wine or a beer maybe?’ she asked looking into the fridge. ‘Well, wine or Corona, that’s the only beer I have.’ ‘Corona is ok.’ She took two misty bottles out of the fridge. ‘Glass or bottle?’ ‘Bottle will do.’ She popped the bottles open , then bent down and opened one of the cabinets to take out a chopping board, a knife from one of the drawers and a lime from the fruit basket. She cut it up into six small, even wedges and propped one onto each bottle. He was watching her as her small index finger pushed the lime inside the bottle with a ‘plop’. Her nails were painted silver, matching the colour of her eyeshadow . Her eyes were also lined coal and her lashes had a touch of mascara. He noticed that unlike that morning, she was also wearing blood red lipstick. It wasn’t a loud, fake one that make you look cheap, it was just a touch of colour on her small, cute lips. ‘So what’s your story, Leni? Is Leni short for anything?’ he asked leaning against the kitchen counter with his back. ‘It’s short for Alena. My life story? Divorced last year, two kids. Nothing exciting. I work for a travel agency and travel around Europe quite a lot. And you?’ ‘One little girl, she is four. After we separated, her mum moved down to Poole, probably just to punish me and piss me off, so I don’t see her too much. And I am a landscape gardener.’ He also punched his lime wedge into the bottle and had a taste. ‘Then you probably seen the lack of landscape in my front garden.’ she laughed. ‘I’ve seen much worse, trust me’ he said curling his lips around the rim of the bottle. She really doubted it. There is not much worse then broken up concrete, with weeds sticking up in the cracks. That was meant to be one of her next projects. ‘Maybe one day you could draw me a plan and we discuss the price’ she said sipping her beer. ‘I already have a price on mind,’ he said with a mysterious smile. She tilted her head questioningly. ‘you.’ His sexy, wet pout made up for the lousy chat up line. He leaned in to kiss her neck. She tasted just as good as she smelled. Mango, definitely mango. He wanted another taste of her and maybe a bite too . He noticed that the top two buttons of her white, almanbahis giriş almost see through blouse were undone.  ‘So inviting.’ he thought. Other than a blouse s he was wearing black skin-tight jeans with diamante studs sewn around both the front and the back pockets, low heeled silver sandals. Around her neck, a white lace choker. He wondered, whether the similarity to having a collar was intentional. He went on to open the third button of her blouse, while his lips were tasting hers. He kissed her beautiful, open cleavage and traced the now visible bra line with his fingertips. She gave out a long sigh. When he opened the fourth button his tongue was brushing over her collarbone. She reached under his black polo neck shirt with both of her hands. Her fingers were dancing on his ribs first, as if she was playing the piano, then she trailed them towards his back. Her fingertips dug into his flesh pulling him closer, inviting, demanding his closeness. His lips wandered back to her mouth for a hungry kiss, while he continued his work on the buttons. There was only two left when he slid his palms under her blouse cupping her breasts. Her nipples were so hard, unnaturally hard in fact. He pulled down the fabric of her bra covering her breasts to have a peek. Just as he suspected… Her nipples were pierced. Small silver barbells in each of them. ‘Whoa, you should have warned me.’ He said looking at her surprised. ‘I’m warning you now, they are very sensitive.’ He tore off the rest of her blouse with a sudden bold move of his hand. Then quickly got rid of her bra too to get a much closer look. ‘So cute and sexy.’ When did you have them done?’  ‘Last year, a gift to myself after the divorce.’ she smiled. ‘Did they hurt?’ ‘Fucking hell, they did, but now they are the best thing ever.’ ‘I bet they are sensitive.’ He pinched the right one between his fingers and didn’t let go, studying her face. ‘They’ve always been, but now they are “supersensitive”.’ she grinned. ‘I like the sound of that.’ he said reaching up to her left one, rolling, kneading it between his fingers. Then he started exploring with his tongue. His hand gently supporting her right breast, his tongue sketching around the little barbell, gently trying to push it from side to side. ‘And I bet you play with them all the time.’ She blushed. It suddenly became quite hot in there and he pulled off his shirt, too . She reopened her eyes and was taking in the sight with a pleased beam. Her palm stroked his perfect chest. His tattoo was of a dragon, a rather large one. It was drawn mainly over his shoulder, with its head on his chest and tail on the back of his neck, almost as if it was sitting on his shoulder ready to attack whoever came too close. It wasn’t a scary one though, luckily, as she did not like weird, scary tattoos. Skulls, for example usually freaked her out a little. It was artistic Japanese style. He also had a band on his other arm, made of stars and other astral symbols. It added a mystical layer to his beauty. It made her want to learn his story and explore all of him. He undid her her jeans button and zip and with his hands under her arms, lifted her up onto the counter and continued his work on her nipples. His mouth had the slightest taste of metal, so he reached for his bottle. There was something really sexy about him drinking. Maybe his thirst, as if it was foreshadowing the long, sweaty journey they were about to take or maybe just the way his lips curled around the rim.

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