FALLING IN LOVE WITH A FEMALE MECHANIC

Note: this story is a lesbian story. If you are homophobic, then this story is not for you. Thanks

The needle of the gas gauge was almost at empty. When Emem noticed this she cursed under her breath.

"Goddamn it..."

Sighing resignedly, she took the next turn, hoping she'd be able to find a filling station in the nearest town.

A few minutes after leaving the highway, Emem was soon driving along an empty dusty road. It was a glorious September day and the sun was shining brightly through the trees, which were just starting to turn autumnal. Tuface’s ‘love on the dance floor’ was on the stereo and she turned it up, silently mouthing the words to the song and tapping her fingers on the wheel, all the time keeping her eyes open for a filling station.

Before long, Emem's silver SUV arrived at a small town and she quickly spotted a place to fill up. As the attendant  jammed the nozzle of the pump into her car, the attendant came over to her and greeted her politely.

"Mornin', missy."

"Morning."

If her reply was curt it was because she hated being called that.

"You want me to check under the hood for you?"

"Sure, why not?"

Emem popped the hood for him and he got to work while she finished filling up the car. Predictably he reported a problem.

"Looks like you could do with a new radiator hose."

"Hmm, where have I heard that before?" Emem said under her breath.

"Huh?"

"Nothing." She smiled. "Uh, I'll get that looked at when I get to Portharcourt City." She paused, then added, "Say, how far is it from here?"

"Portharcout? It is  about twenty miles."

"I'm that close, huh..."

"Hey, Folake!" the attendant called out. He was shouting towards the workshop attached to the filling station.

Emem replaced the pump and screwed the fuel cap back on. She stopped what she was doing when she glanced up and saw her.

Folake was dressed in greasy overalls and heavy boots and a cap and was heading over to the pumps. She was drop-dead gorgeous: swarthy complexion, full, sensuous lips, striking ice-brown eyes -- there was something of a Megan Fox about her. Emem was disappointed when she didn't return her fawning gaze, and tried to hide her own obvious attraction as Folake looked her up and down.

"Hey, Folake. The lady could use a new radiator hose. You think you could fit her in?"

Emem smiled shyly and wondered if she was blushing. To her surprise, Folake held her gaze for quite a time before answering. Emem noticed how the black smudges of oil on her face actually enhanced both the natural olive color of her skin and the ice-chip intensity of her eyes.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Great," said Emem, rather too enthusiastically.

Folake shrugged. "You got the keys?"

Emem knew she was blushing this time; she couldn't help it. And the brief contact of their fingers as she handed over the keys only made it worse.

"I'll have it ready for you in about an hour."

"Great," Emem said again, grinning stupidly.

She felt like she was walking on air as she went and paid for the fuel while Folake took her car to the shop. She kept glancing over, imagining the sexy, mysterious girl bending over her engine as she got to work, her strong fingers gripping the wrench or ratchet or whatever tool she would be using. Emem felt a sudden warmth between her legs and almost jumped out of her skin when the attendant spoke to her.

"That'll be ninety-five dollars, miss."

She smiled apologetically and paid for the fuel.

There was a bar down the road and Emem headed inside to wait while her car was being fixed. She had a beer that’s all she could find and tried to read her book but she was distracted by thoughts of Folake, thoughts that very quickly developed into fantasies; she became paranoid that other customers might be looking at her strangely and so she did her best to appear like she was reading.

An hour later, Emem wandered into the workshop. Folake was busy on another car -- or rather busy underneath it, since her legs were sticking out from beneath the front bumper. Emem recognised the boots.

She coughed politely and Folake pushed herself out from under the car.

"Hi," Emem said.

"Oh, hi. Your car's all finished. The keys are with Efan."

"Great." She then added dumbly, "Thanks."

"No problem."

Folake went to scoot back under the car.

"Oh, wait... Um... What time do you get off?"

Gosh, Emem, she thought to herself. Play it cool...

Folake smiled and sized Emem up with those intense brown eyes.

"Are you asking me out?"

"Maybe."

There was a teasing gap of silence while a sexual frisson -- or so Emem hoped -- passed between them.

"I close at six."

Emem felt the buzz of excitement in her stomach. "Okay, then. Six it is."

Folake smiled again, showing her beautiful white teeth. "Well, if it's alright with you I'd like to get cleaned up first."

"I would prefer it if you didn't," replied Emem, alarmed by her own forwardness.

Another silence, and Emem felt the wetness forming between her legs again. She wondered if she was having the same effect on Folake.

"I'll see you later, then," Emem said.

Folake grinned naughtily and hauled herself back under the car, and Emem stood for a moment looking down at her dirty overalls and boots. Then she turned and dreamily wandered out to pay for the repairs.

Emem was back promptly at six o'clock.

Folake, still in overalls and boots, was locking up, and after saying goodbye to Efan she joined Emem where she parked her car. She wasn't wearing her cap and her long black hair was still pinned up, making the strong lines of her face more emphatic. Emem was glad when she noticed that, although she had clearly washed up, Folake's face and hands still bore faint traces of oil and grease.

"Okay, where shall we go?" Emem asked, trying to sound as relaxed as possible.

"How about Stella's joint?" Folake replied. "It's a bar down the --"

"I know it," Emem interrupted eagerly. "I was there this afternoon."

The two women exchanged a warm look of anticipation. Then Folake said, "Well okay, honey; let's go..."

The bar was busier now and Folake was obviously a regular. Emem felt more comfortable now that she wasn't drinking alone, which she found strange given the fact that she was out on a date with this girl and had no idea how these folks would feel about it. But Folake seemed to know everyone in the place and no one so much as raised an eyebrow at their being together. For all they knew they could have just been two friends going out for an innocent drink...

Folake bought a couple of beers and the two of them sat in a booth facing each other, where they talked amid flirtatious glances.

"So, you just passing through?" Folake asked.

"I'm on my way to Portharcout City. I’ve a big conference there tomorrow."

"A conference, huh? That sounds impressive. What do you do?"

"I'm a software designer," Emem said. "But it's not as impressive as it sounds."

"Are you staying  in the city?"

Emem smiled suggestively. "That was the plan. Only, now I've gone and booked myself into a motel in town."

A loaded silence. Folake gave Emem a knowing look.

"I'll drink to that."

They clinked beer bottles and took a swig, then laughed together.

"Hey," said Emem excitedly. "How about some Chelsea dry gin?"

"You naughty girl," Folake flirted. "What are you trying to do to me?"

They stayed at the bar for a couple of hours, drinking, talking, flirtingl. They  played footsie under the table in their booth. Both of them were a little drunk but in control of it. Then, to Emem's surprise, Folake leaned forward unexpectedly and kissed her on the mouth.

"Hey," Emem panicked, breaking off the kiss. "What about --"

"They don't care," Folake replied, stroking Emem's cheek with the back of her fingers. "As long as we keep it decent. Why don't you come and sit next to me?"

Emem was unsure, but her attraction to Folake -- not to mention the gin -- had loosened her inhibitions, and so she quietly switched seats. She then gave herself up to Folake's kiss and let the girl's tongue slip back into her mouth again. Nervously, she placed her hand on Folake's shoulder and felt the shiver of excitement run through her body. She closed her eyes and lost herself in a deep, wet, sensual kiss that seemed to last for hours. God, how she wanted Folake to put her hand between her legs, to touch her over her jeans, but she knew that would be going too far. In here at least...

"What do you say we get out of  here?" Folake whispered breathlessly.

Emem experienced a warm flush across her neck and chest. She could feel that her own nipples were hard under her clothes and that her pussy was dripping wet inside her panties.

"Yes," she replied, dizzy with arousal. "Yes, please..."

When Emem led Folake into her room at the motel, she closed and locked the door behind them. And when she turned around Folake was already standing right in front of her, gazing longingly into her eyes. She put both hands up to Emem's face and kissed her passionately.

"You're so beautiful," Folake whispered. "I love your eyes; your beautiful brown eyes..."

Emem was flattered. To her, Folake was the far more attractive of the two of them, but she felt a glow of happiness at the complement nevertheless.

Slowly, Folake began unbuttoning Emem's checked shirt.

"I want to make love to you."

Emem gazed into those piercing brown eyes as the girl's fingers worked their way downwards, popping each button, and then pushed the shirt from her shoulders. It dropped silently to the floor so that Emem now stood in jeans, sneakers and a skimpy, dark green vest. And when Folake glanced down to check out Emem's breasts she smiled as she noticed the nipples were hard.

They kissed again, still standing by the door, and Folake fondled Emem's tits over her vest top. She then pushed Emem back against the wall -- not violently but firmly, so that they were pressed up close to each other as they kissed.

Their breasts made contact through their clothes and their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Hands roamed, explored.

When she felt Folake tugging at her vest, Emem intuitively raised her arms up and they reluctantly broke off the kiss so it could be pulled quickly off. They shared a light, girlish giggle as Emem's arms got caught up in it momentarily before it was discarded along with her shirt.

Folake's eyes moved appreciatively over Emem's body, admiring her small but pert breasts as they sat cradled in her bra.

"God, you're so beautiful..."

Emem reached back to unhook her bra and immediately saw the look of pleasure on Folake's face.

The bra was dropped to the floor.

"Wow..." Folake whispered, with genuine admiration. She cupped Emem's breasts in her hands, weighing them, caressing them, rubbed her thumbs over the erect nipples. "You have such wonderful breasts, Emem..."

Emem laughed gently in response. "I'm glad you approve."

Once again assuming the dominant role, Folake took the half-naked Emem by the hand and led her over to the bed, pushing her back gently onto the freshly-laundered sheets. Kneeling on the floor between Emem's legs, she removed first one, then both of Emem's sneakers, followed by her socks. The removal of each item caused Emem's heart to pound against her chest, since it brought her closer and closer to the sexual intimacy she so badly craved. After removing Emem's socks and shoes, Folake moved upwards. Gazing up at Emem with those naughty brown eyes and that seductive smile, she took her time popping each button of Emem's jeans, teasing her, drawing out the suspense. With the growing promise of Folake's lips, tongue or fingers exploring her pussy Emem became wetter and wetter, and wondered if she would come out of sheer anticipation.

By now Folake had fully opened Emem's fly to reveal white cotton panties beneath. She breathed in the lovely scent that rose up from inside her jeans: a totally feminine mixture of perfume, the natural, sweet odor of Emem's skin and the musky, unmistakeable smell of a very wet pussy. She tenderly kissed Emem's crotch over the panties, feeling the coarse pubic hair through the material, and after giving her a sly, sultry smile proceeded to pull Emem's jeans down.

"Oh God," whispered Emem as Folake eased down her denims; she helped her lover to remove them by raising her ass off the bed and then wriggling her legs a little. The insides of her upper thighs were practically awash with her juices, and she felt a little embarrassed by the fact that her underwear was absolutely saturated.

With a final tug, Folake got her jeans off and tossed them aside, leaving Emem wearing only those little white panties. She knew her pussy must have been fully visible through the damp material and made to cover herself with both hands. Folake stopped her.

"No," she whispered. "I love it that you're so turned on. I'm feeling exactly the same way."

She encountered no resistance now as she slipped Emem's panties down her legs and discarded them, gazing upon her lover's completely naked body. This time, Emem jettisoned all feelings of self-consciousness and opened her legs a little to show Folake her glistening vagina. Her gift.

Neither of them said a word but both were feeling that same intense rush of arousal at the thought of what was coming next. They shared one lingering glance of mutual gratitude before Folake plunged her face between Emem's legs to lose herself in the warm, wet grotto that awaited her.

"Oh my God," Emem groaned quietly. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as Folake's tongue melted inside her. "That feels...amazing..."

There was no response from Folake, who was miles away down there between Emem's thighs, gently lapping and licking at her slit. Her eyes were closed, too, and she was concentrating on giving her lover pleasure. First she licked Emem's vagina, alternately sucking on the outer lips and tonguing her dripping hole, before turning her attention to the swollen clitoris which, when touched, made Emem squirm with joy. It wasn't long before Folake made her come two or three times in succession, and when this happened Emem gripped the sheets and almost screamed in ecstasy.

Afterward she lay in an erotic haze on the bed, eyes still closed, legs spread, pussy glistening and tingling and throbbing. A big, dreamy smile of satisfaction played across her lips.

Folake stood up and pulled off her own heavy boots, which hit the floor loudly when she tossed them aside. She yanked her overalls open and Emem thrilled at the sound of the poppers snapping apart, all at once, and she opened her eyes to watch Folake undress.

Under her greasy overalls Folake was wearing a little white vest and black lace panties -- but no bra -- and her body made Emem's stomach flutter with admiration and envy. From the sculpted definition of her arms and midriff, which was just visible beneath the hem of her short vest, Emem could tell Folake worked out regularly; not so much that the muscles were overworked but enough to make them perfectly toned and supple beneath her lovely olive skin.

In just her vest and panties, Folake climbed onto the bed beside Emem and they kissed some more, stroking each other's faces and hair and exchanging longing looks and smiles. They ran their hands over each other's bodies, fingers trailing and caressing.

Folake's skin smelled wonderful. The smell of the garage was still strong on her -- motor oil and grease and diesel -- mixed with her own delicate, natural scent, a concoction that made Emem's head swim as they kissed.

Together they removed Folake's vest, and Emem moved on top of her so that their breasts squashed together whilst they resumed kissing.

Although Folake had been complementary about Emem's small but well-rounded tits, Emem had to concede that Folake's were much more impressive than her own. They were bigger, to be sure -- probably a C cup compared to her modest 36B -- but their shape and form were perfect, and she had beautiful brown nipples that were just the right size for her breasts. Emem was thinking about this as she moved down to kiss them, taking each hard nipple into her mouth in turn and sucking gently on them.

"Harder..." moaned Folake. "Suck my nipples harder, honey..."

Emem did as instructed, pulling each one harder into her mouth and using her teeth to stimulate the dimpled skin around them. This made Folake writhe with pleasure beneath her.

"Yeah, just like that, baby..."

After sucking on Folake's nipples until they were small and stiff and swollen, Emem removed Folake's panties and went down on her, bringing her to orgasm quickly. Her pussy was dark and musky and sweet, and incredibly responsive to Emem's tongue, and she enjoyed lapping at its exquisite juices. At one point her tongue accidentally-on-purpose brushed Folake's anus, making her gasp. They both paused and looked at each other, unsure if this was an area they should be exploring, before a naughty look flashed across Emem's eyes and she returned her tongue to Folake's most intimate place.

"You bad girl," Folake whispered, smiling and closing her eyes. "And so innocent looking, too..."

The two women made each other come over and over and over again that evening. The hours were spent alternately making love and holding each other while they talked freely and intimately, or drinking the wine that Emem had bought at the liquor store in town earlier that afternoon. At two in the morning they watched a late-nite movie in bed, happy in each other's arms. By three thirty they had both dozed off, exhausted, and slept soundly without moving apart.

In the morning Folake woke to find a note left by Emem on the pillow. She smiled as she read it and thought of her pretty new lover, who promised to return after her conference had finished later that day. Then, before getting up for work herself, Folake let her hand stray underneath the sheet and she slipped a finger into her already moistened pussy. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the thought of making love again, whispering softly as she touched herself.

"Emem..."

The End