Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2015 07:09:05 -0400
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 20

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Again, things were quiet for a day or so.  One morning, I was up early and
started working in the shop.  I hadn't even fired up my favorite Pandora
station yet.  I got focused on a project and everything else just faded out.
I was finishing up one phase of my latest project when I heard a knocking
on the overhead door.  I hadn't even opened the door yet; that's how
absorbed I was in my work!  I hit the button to open the door and waited
for it to reveal who was bothering me this early.

Oh shit!  It was that bitchy witchy woman from across the street and her
littlest boy.  He looked to be about five years old.  He was standing next
to a bike with training wheels.

"Hello," I said.  "I'm Mike."  I held out my hand and she looked at it like
it was diseased or had leprosy.

"I know," she said.  "I heard you help children with their bicycles."

"Yes, I do," I said just as curtly as she had spoken.

"Well, if he doesn't get these training wheels off, he'll never learn to
ride his bike!" she snarled.  She gave the kid a look that caused him to
blush.

"So, you would like me to remove the training wheels?"  I asked, wanting to
be sure I had it right.  She looked at me like I was as dumb as a box of
rocks.

"Exactly," she said.  I didn't want to risk another one of her looks, so I
waved the boy and his bike into the shop.  She stayed behind, watching me
like a hawk.

"What's your name, young man?" I asked.  I tried to put him at ease as I
turn his bike over on its back to get at the training wheels.

"Mitchell Parker," he replied.

"Hi Mitch, I'm Mike," I said.   I stuck out my hand and shook his little
mitt.  He seemed shocked at being called Mitch instead of Mitchell.  I
could tell it was an informality he was not familiar with.

"His name is Mitchell!" the she-wolf interjected.

"Don't worry, Mitch," I said softly so the wicked witch of the north
wouldn't hear, "I won't bite."   The smile he gave me was like sunshine on
a cloudy day.

I flipped the bike over on its back and got to work removing the nuts and
screws holding the training wheels on.  I carefully threaded them back on
so they would not get lost and I brought them out to where Shakundellah,
the princess of darkness, was standing and handed them to her.

"There you go," I said.  She took them like they were covered with feces
and held them out at arm's length.  "Do you mind if I give the bike the
once over and make sure it fits him?"  She shrugged her shoulders, which I
took as a yes.

I gave the chain and hubs some lubrication and righted the bike.  I had
Mitch straddle it and I made some minor adjustments to the seat and
handlebars.  Though I really wanted to grope his crotch, I did not touch
the boy; not even once.  I was too afraid of the wraith peering at me from
outside the garage door.  I had him try it out for size and fit.

"Does that feel good, Mitch?" I asked.  He nodded his head and I led him,
pushing his bike, back out to his Mommy Dearest.  Poor kid!  It must suck
to have such a cunt for a mother!

"Now you'll have no excuse for not learning to ride that bike!" she said to
the kid.  I felt sorry for him, but I was also glad that our little
encounter went well and cemented my standing in the neighborhood as a
helper of children.  I'm sure she would blab it all over the place but I
gave her no reason to say anything bad about me.

At first, I wondered why her husband had not removed the training wheels.  Then
I was certain that he wouldn't have been able to do it right, in her eyes.  He
probably knew, too, that Mitch wasn't really ready yet.  But that was their
business.  I wanted to stay out of it.

I left the door open and went back to my project.  As I was about to
perform a rather delicate operation, my phone tweedled.  I'm not a big
techie-type guy, but I do try to keep up.  My smart phone was telling me I
had an incoming text.  While I was retrieving it, another notification came
in.  Both Tyler and Susan were texting me to see if I had set anything up
yet.

I sent them both the same text, but separately from each other.  "When
would you like to do this?" I texted.

The response from Tyler was immediate.  "Any time!"

The response from Susan took a little longer.  "How about tomorrow after
school, around 3?"

I texted, "OK," back to her.

I texted, "Come see me ASAP" to Tyler.

"K" he texted back.

I went to the computer, clicked on Pandora, and the room was filled with
the sound of the Everly Brothers.  I was biding my time until Tyler could
get here.  It gave me a couple of hours to fart around in the shop.  I
still kept an eye on the scenery outside my door and window.  I felt it was
my duty to keep an eye on the neighborhood.

I saw a car cruise slowly past.  It looked like a BMW, but I saw it too
late to make a positive ID.  A few minutes later, it came back from the
other end of the street and stopped at the end of my driveway.  It was a
BMW all right!  The passenger side window whizzed down and I saw it was
Natalie Blake, Susan's mom.

"Mike!" she yelled, "Do you have a minute?"

"I suppose I do," I answered.  She shut the car down and got out.  Today
she was dressed like a soccer mom, but not in a bad way!  She had a way of
making even sweat pants look good.  Actually, they were more like track
pants, but tighter.  In my mind I envisioned a camel toe, but that was
wishful thinking.  The top she had on was tight, too, and accentuated her
firm rack.  She walked up the driveway and into the garage.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Blake," I said, wiping my hands on a shop towel, "I don't
do cars; only bikes."

"My car is fine, Mike," she said, "and Susan's last name is Blake; I
reverted to my maiden name after the divorce.  I'm Natalie Holden."  She
offered he hand and I held the soft thing in my rough mitt a little too
long.

"Then what can I do for you, Natalie Holden," I asked.  I motioned for her
to sit on one of the stools near the workbench.  If only she knew what had
gone on there!

"I wanted to speak to you about Susan" she announced.  "She had all but
shut down after the divorce.  She isolated and became moody and
uncommunicative.  Now she has changed somehow, and I have a feeling you are
at the bottom of it."

"Me?" I asked.  "What did I do?"  Jeez, I hope she doesn't suspect that
I've been fucking her little girl!

"I don't know exactly," she admitted, "but she is acting differently.  She
is talking to me and to other kids in the neighborhood, she's riding her
bike, and she talks about you a lot."

"I just treated her like anyone else and let her hang around while I worked
on bikes," I said.  "She is a lovely girl, you know; and she has a good
head on her shoulders."

"Maybe that's just what she needed," Natalie said, deep in thought.  "I've
been too over-protective and I'm afraid I've stifled her emotionally."  I
noted a moistening in her eyes and her shoulders slumped noticeably.  "Do
you think I've failed her as a mother?"

"I don't think so," I assured her, "kids are resilient and Susan has
already proven herself.  She's a very capable young lady."  Now she started
sobbing.  God, I hate it when they do that!  I had no choice; I opened my
arms and she fell into my chest and buried her face in my shoulder.  She
felt soft and warm.  A little damp now from her tears, but it had been a
while since I embraced a mature woman.  I couldn't help myself; of course I
sprung a bone!  Not a `so hard a cat couldn't scratch it' boner, but a
boner none the less.  The vibrations of her sobbing didn't help that
situation.

She broke her grip and looked into my eyes, her mascara running.  I handed
her a paper towel.

"I'm sorry," she said, "It's just that there's nobody I can talk to and
this is so hard to do all by myself!"  That triggered another round of
tears and hugs.  This time, I'm sure she felt my hard dick up against her
tummy.  She looked down between us as if she were surprised.

"Did I do that?" she said with a little giggle.

"I'm afraid so," I admitted.  "I'm alone here, too, since my wife passed
away.  I don't often come in contact with beautiful women in my garage.  It's
a natural reaction."

"It's been a long time for me, too," she said.  "My husband and I were
separated emotionally long before we split."  She made no effort to break
free of our embrace; in fact, she melted back into my arms.

"Natalie," I said, "this is very nice."  What a dork!  I couldn't think of
anything better than that to say?  I wanted to say, `Hey, let's fuck before
Tyler gets here,' but all I could get out was `this is very nice!'  Regardless
of my dorkiness, she seemed to press even harder into me, with no thought
of avoiding my hard dick.  In fact, she seemed to be humping against it.  OK,
so now it was at the `so hard a cat couldn't scratch it' stage.  I hugged
her in return and let my hands roam around her back.  Her crotch ended up
pressed against my thigh and I could almost feel the heat from between her
legs.  My throat was dry and I was afraid to speak.  Luckily, it was
Natalie that broke the silence.

"Mike," she said, "I know this may sound forward, but is there somewhere we
get a little more comfortable?"  Holy shit!  I can't believe she said that.
I reached for the garage door button and pressed it quickly.  As it was
closing, I took her by the hand and led her into the house.  As soon as we
were through the door, she turned to me and kissed me deeply.

We left a trail of discarding clothing on the way to the bedroom.  The more
of her body that was revealed; the more I liked.  Her skin was porcelain
white, in contrast to her dark hair.  Her breasts were just a handful,
nothing more, but appeared firm and tight.  One thing that surprised me was
that, despite her impeccable good looks and well- groomed body, her dark
bush was rather rangy.  I had expected to find a manicured lawn, but found
a rangy patch of dark hair in her crotch.  I'm not saying I didn't like it;
I did!

I could tell that this was not to be a lingering love affair or a long,
drawn out hedonistic adventure.  Natalie wanted fucked; pure and simple.  She
threw herself on the bed. Spread her legs, and invited me in.  My hand went
to her crotch and I parted the hot lips with my fingers.  I was surprised
at how wet she had become down there.  Our little hugging session in the
garage must have really set the juices flowing.   We wouldn't be needing
any lube.

Deciding to dispense with the preliminaries, I climbed aboard and my
missile sought out and found the source of the heat emanating from her.  She
raised her hips to meet me and I sank in to the hilt.  No resistance here!  I
put all thoughts of prolonging the act and pleasuring her to the max out of
my mind and, like her, set about to obey my primal instincts.  I must have
been doing something right because she was writhing beneath me and gyrating
to meet my thrusts.  I felt her getting wetter and her channel getting
slicker.  I took each of her breasts in hand and worked my thumbs over the
erect nipples.  That sent her into ecstasy!

"Can I cum in you?" I managed to squeak out.  I didn't hear any words from
her, but she nodded her head yes.  That's what I wanted to hear.  I was
close and I think she was, too.  I'm normally such a people pleaser,
especially in this situation, that I try to endure and prolong the act for
her pleasure, but I needed to cum.  I felt my cock head flare and expand in
her.  I abandoned myself to the feelings and felt the rush of semen from
deep within me and through the length of my dick.  I'm not sure what
happened next; I was transported to that place where one goes at the height
of orgasm.  My thrusting continued through it automatically.  I heard
Natalie moan, then howl, and then whimper.  Her body relaxed and I dropped
down on her, burying my head in the crook of her neck while waiting for my
breathing to return to normal.

"That was marvelous!" she said.  "That was just what I needed."

"I liked it too," I said.  I pulled out of her wet snatch and rolled off to
the side.  "I hate to do this and go, but I have to get home for Susan."

"I understand," I said.  "I'm expecting someone to come by soon, too."  We
followed the path of discarded clothing back to the garage, putting on each
piece as we came to it.  By the time we reached the garage we were both
presentable. If not a little disheveled around the edges.

I opened the overhead door so she could get out and I saw a pair of
sneakers, then legs, then the rest of Tyler's body standing just outside
the door with his bike.  He had come over ASAAP, as I had said in my text
to him.  School must have just let out.

"Hi, Mrs. Holden," he said.

"Hi, Tyler," she responded.  "Are you here to get your bike fixed?"

"Uh, um, yeah!" he said when he realized he needed to justify why he was
waiting outside the door.  He looked down at his bike then up at me.  "There
are some final adjustments Mike promised to make."

"I have to go, I'll see you two later," she said as she walked off to her
car with a spring in her step.  I waved and silently ushered Tyler into the
shop.

"You fucked her, didn't you?" he stated more than asked.  "I can smell
pussy."  I sniffed the air like a dog, and then passed my fingers under my
nose.

"Ah, yes," I declared, "I can smell it too!"  I held out my fingers and
Tyler took a big sniff.

"You horn dog!" he exclaimed.  "Is there anything you won't fuck?"

"It's just something that happened," I tried to explain.  "It was
spontaneous. She wanted it bad."

"And you were here to help?" Tyler grinned.

"I suppose I was," I said.  "Now what can I do for you?"

"You're the one who called me over here!"  He reminded me.  "I had assumed
it had something to do with Susan."

"Oh yeah," I said, my mind still a little foggy from the encounter with
Susan's mom.  "Can you make sure to get here tomorrow right after
school?  Susan's
coming at about 3:00 pm."

"Are you sure you are up for this?" I asked.

"I'm up right now, just thinking about it!" he said while trying to
readjust the boner in his pants.

"Just show up tomorrow afternoon," I said.  "If the big garage door is
down, come through the side door.  It will be unlocked."

"Yes, sir!" he said and saluted.  "Will there be anything else?"

"One more thing," I added, "take half of this little blue pill before you
leave home."

"Is that what I think it is?" he asked.

"Yup," I said.  "And I'll take the other half."

"Cool!" Tyler replied.