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The frostiness with Jane after the garage incident seemed to have thawed. Relations warmed following on from that drive when I had taken her to deliver and collect: indeed, 'taken her' was the phrase, remembering how she had grasped those two young saplings whilst we coupled. I was not going to forget that in a hurry. I made a point of dropping in on her sometimes on the way back from the workshop. After all, I had no one to go home to, I could delay my dinner and have a cup of tea and a chat.
The week after the picnic with Fiona and the girls, I popped in to see Jane, but she was just on the way out to the supermarket - at the door of her house in fact. I had planned to go too after seeing her, so we went together and as the engine of the T2500 was warm and there, it was pointless Jane getting the Morris Traveller from the garage. A slightly incongruous couple going around the shelves at the supermarket. Jane in a very neat blue pleated skirt, white blouse and red jacket, me with rather obviously oil stained hands in some equally grubby dark blue overalls. Two trolleys though, one for her shopping, one for mine.
On the way back, Jane said, *quot;You know...*quot; there was a pause. She started again, *quot;You remember...*quot;
We drove on through two sets of traffic lights and a roundabout, before she finished her sentence. What was Jane about to say? It sounded like it was important, but she was having trouble saying it. *quot;That time when... you saw me having sex with... if you can put it like that...*quot; Her fingers touched the gear knob, her forefinger stroking the overdrive switch.
*quot;Yes,*quot; I said, *quot;pretty unforgettable. So sexual, so sexy.*quot;
She made a disparaging noise. *quot;I've been wondering... thinking a lot about it lately. What would it be like with the engine running?*quot; A pause, *quot;Funny thing to think about, but it's become stuck in my mind. Wouldn't have mentioned it normally, but it's so in my mind now.*quot; Jane grasped and held, feeling the vibrations from that not very good gear box. *quot;Shouldn't really, but perhaps you understand. You saw me, you... I wanted you to... I wanted to see you come.*quot; She was shaking her head, *quot;It's not like me. Not that I wasn't... that I didn't with Rob. Yes, we did things... but, I'd never have, not, with someone watching, nor asked... You don't feel bad about me?*quot;
*quot;Jane, hardly. It's not as if I don't... and I did like it in that wood when we stopped.*quot;
Her eyes dropped, *quot;yes, that was nice,*quot; she said in a small voice.
*quot;So, if you want to with the engine running, why not. Not in the enclosed garage though, CO poisoning. Not a good idea for us to be found like that...*quot;
*quot;Us?*quot;
*quot;You don't want to ride just the one knob I hope.*quot;
Jane smiled, *quot;well if I am to borrow your car's knob, I suppose there is no reason you shouldn't borrow my...*quot;
No reason that I could see. Such a shame, in reality, there wasn't one particular and very good reason, as I would really have liked my old friend, Rob, to still be around. I smiled to myself, nice if he'd invited me to share Jane a bit with him, and really nice if we had been fitting a naked Jane onto that gear knob as it vibrated - a lot better than marrying four stroke pistons or axles to wheels! A job for a sex mechanic - or mechanics - indeed.
*quot;Can't at my garage either. Someone might walk in through the open doors. We need to drive to somewhere deserted and private and leave the engine running.*quot;
*quot;Silly really. Why don't I just take advantage of your prick and forget about the gear lever and ask you to stay the night?*quot;
A pause and then I suggested, *quot;Why not do both?*quot;
And the outcome? I didn't sleep at home that night. But I get ahead of myself. I was more than happy to plan for the other alternative. Somewhere private, not at all public, I rather wanted to see Jane doing the act again, wanted her naked, not all hidden within a dress or skirt. So where could I take her in the open air where she would feel safe to be naked, and so would I, for that matter.
*quot;I'll make us some supper,*quot; Jane said when we got back from the supermarket whilst I was helping her unpack, putting my own chilled purchases in her 'fridge. She wrinkled her nose, *quot;You are a bit oily and I'm not having you sitting on my sofa in those. Go and have a bath and I'll find you some of Rob's old things to wear.*quot; A slight tightening of her features. She had not got over losing Rob - and why should she, indeed? Nor had I.
Rather nice to be sitting in the hot bath and to hear a knock and see the door open. Jane brought in a towel and a pair of shorts and a tee shirt.
*quot;Here you are.*quot;
But she didn't go. She sat on the stool at the side of the bath and talked. All at once she reached across and picked up the bar of soap, dipped her hands in the water and began to wash me. Soapy hands to my back, to my chest.
*quot;Raise your arms,*quot; as my arms and armpits were washed.

Being washed like that had not happened since I was a small boy being washed by my mother. Alanya Escort There was no need to scrub my knees, though, as she had done all those years before.. Not this time anyway. Just like playing football you get dirty knees dealing with cars in a workshop, kneeling and generally grovelling around on the floor whilst working on brakes, suspensions, transmissions, bodywork... you name it, with cars jacked up