With Dad in the garage

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It was another sweltering July afternoon. Suzhen—no—Mom, she said she was going to pick up some documents salvaged from the hospital (what a ridiculous excuse for an affair!). The Filipino maids were on holiday and had gone to church early that morning, leaving only Dad and me at home.
A man, a woman, an empty house, two burning hearts.
Yes, today was the day; the entangled sparks would finally meet.
Hearing the sounds coming from the garage, I knew Dad was repairing his beloved car. Twenty-five years in Taiwan had not only taught him fluent Mandarin but also made him fascinated by imported cars.
I opened the garage door and went inside.
"Dad, you're still repairing the car?" I took the opportunity to approach him.
"Yeah. Don't bother me now. Go out." He glanced at me and turned back to continue repairing his car.
Undeterred, I took the towel I brought and wiped the sweat from his cheeks, and he cooperated without objection.
"Strange, it's still so hot during the Lunar New Year!" he complained.
“Dad, your shirt is completely soaked. Take it off first, I’ll wash it for you later.” I said as I helped him take it off, intentionally or unintentionally touching his skin.
For a man nearing fifty, his physique was quite good. Having practiced kendo regularly, he had a broad chest and well-defined abdominal muscles. Unlike most Japanese men, he had a thick patch of chest hair.
“Dad, look at you, your undershirt is soaked too! Take it off first, I’ll wipe the sweat off you before you put it back on, so you don’t catch a cold.” “Okay.” He did as I said.
Facing his back, I first wiped his broad shoulders, then along his spine, extending to the strong muscles on either side. I wiped slowly and gently, even leaving light scratches with my fingernails.
I believe he must have sensed something amiss. He’s a man, isn’t he?
Then, without going around to him, I put my hands under his armpits and wiped the sweat from his chest. My chest was pressed against his back, my chin resting on his shoulder.
The sweat was mostly wiped away, but my hands didn't stop. My face close to his ear, I whispered, "Dad, are you feeling better?" I gently breathed into his ear.
I could feel him trembling slightly, his muscles stiffening; he was struggling.
What do you do when the enemy hesitates? It's simple: launch a more intense offensive until he raises the white flag and surrenders.
The white towel fell to the ground, and I began teasing his nipples with my thumbs and forefingers; they immediately hardened.
"...Ah...ah..." he groaned.
"Dad...I want you...I...want...you...on...me..." I said, kissing his earlobe.
I stopped teasing him, quickly unbuttoning the only thing I was wearing—a dress. Beneath the clothes, only a burning desire surrounded me; everything else was bare.
He remained with his back to me, saying nothing.
I continued to press my ample breasts against him, rubbing my back against his. I guided him to place his hands on the front seat, and like a policeman searching him, my claws reached for his secret treasure. First, I unbuttoned his trousers, then slowly pulled down the zipper. I didn't rush to take off his work pants, but instead searched his pockets for that snake.
As I expected, it was already erect, its tongue flicking, ready to pounce on its prey. My fingers felt its ferocity; the sticky pre-ejaculate on its eyes was the fuse of its declaration of war.
It seemed the fierce rat couldn't bear being prey and was about to retaliate; the show was about to begin.
Dad couldn't hold back any longer. He skillfully kicked off his lower body restraints, pulled me in front of him, and forcefully pressed my head down.
I knew what he wanted. I shook off his hands, automatically aimed at his cannon, and began my conquest.
A deep scar ran below his navel, suggesting he had endured a long and arduous life… My lips slid down the grass, finally meeting his thick, straight trunk, so straight it lacked any curve, even the leaves were incredibly lush. Without hesitation, I swallowed it whole.
Surprisingly, I couldn't swallow the barrel all the way in; it seemed this weapon deserved my most devoted service… I licked more patiently, not missing a single protruding vein, gently biting every possible erogenous zone, every fold of skin, every hidden mole… The damp, musty smell of the garage mixed with his sweat and the smell of engine oil from the car, creating a unique aphrodisiac, tantalizing every olfactory nerve, urging every inch of my boiling blood.
And so, my long-parched clitoris was once again flooded by the tide, and I quickened the rhythm of my mouth.
“…Ah…ah…ah…” he groaned wildly.
I felt his fire burning brighter and brighter in my mouth.
“…Hmm…Hmm…Oh…” He gripped my head with both hands, pulling it back and forth.
Before he could set off the fireworks, I quickly exhaled a stream of fire, pushed myself up with both hands, and lay down on the carriage. I gestured to him, who was still confused: it was time for the main event.
“Shanshan, is this your…first time?” he asked softly as he leaned over me.
“Yes.” I looked directly into his eyes and said, “The moment I saw you, I wanted to give myself to you…” “Really?…” His grip suddenly loosened.
“I’ve had that…breakage before when I was running…”
“It will still hurt a little, don’t be afraid…don’t be afraid…” I wasn’t afraid.
“…Ah…ah…lighter…ah…” “…Hmm…come…relax…a little…” he guided.
I could already hear the victory bells ringing.
“…Ah…ah…it…hurt…it…ah…” “…Good…ah…good…” “…Ah…just a moment…it’ll be over…good…good…” he said.
The mouse finally succumbed to the cat’s claws.
“…It’s…almost…um…um…it’s…almost…Daddy…will…take good care of…you…!…will…take…good…good…care…you…” History is repeating itself, victory is mine again.
“Dad…I…love…you…” Little mouse, how can you not surrender? After all, cats have nine lives, don’t they?
His hands are around my waist, and I can still feel his tenderness from last night. I stroke his pubic hair and whisper in his ear, “Dad, are you going on a business trip again soon?” “Maybe!” he said. “Why do you ask?” “I think we might not see each other much in the future!” “What are you talking about?” “I’m going to school soon, and after I start living at school, I might not be home much…” I quietly turned my head away.
“I won’t allow it, I won’t allow you to go.” He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards him forcefully.
“But I…”
“Don’t say anything, you are mine, mine alone.”
“Dad…” I glared at him.
His voice softened: "Shanshan, don't leave Dad. Dad will take good care of you. Whatever you want, Dad will give you. Don't leave me..." He began to kiss me wildly.
Our passion burned fiercely until sweat and love juices overwhelmed us, and another dawn broke.
[The End]

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