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Cocolia was halfway to her destination when she heard the sounds of her car’s engine sputtering.
Checking the fuel gauge, she saw she was still good on gas, meaning something else must have been causing it. Sighing, she pulled out her phone and started searching for the nearest auto repair shop. She was hoping she could get this over with quickly— she didn’t want to be late to Bronya’s chess tournament, after all.
Seeing that the nearest one was a place called “Neverwinter Workshop”, she put the coordinates into her GPS and started heading for it. It didn’t take her long to reach the place in question, and she parked her car and walked over to the building. As she approached the doors, she could hear rock music playing inside.
“Hey there, what can I help you with?” the woman behind the counter asked her as she came in. She was white, with long honey-blonde hair that had its ends and a streak of the bangs dyed blue, and looked to be in her mid-to-late 20s. She wore a set of coveralls, indicating that she was likely a mechanic. There was no one else in the building, so she must have been running the workshop by herself.
“I have a sputtering engine I’d like you to check out,” Cocolia explained. “Be quick about it too, my daughter has a chess tournament at another school today, and I’d hate to be late.”
“Have you checked to make sure you aren’t just low on gas?”
“Yes.”
“All right, I’ll have a look under the hood.” She stepped out from behind the counter, toolbox in hand. “I’m Serval, by the way.”
“Cocolia.”
“Nice to meet you, Cocolia. Now let’s go have a look at your car.” The two of them walked out into the parking lot, where Cocolia’s Lamborghini was in plain view. “Is that your car?”
“Yes,” Cocolia replied matter-of-factly.
“Wow. What kind of job do you have that you can afford one of those?”
“I’m a civil servant,” Cocolia said, a practiced half-truth, as the full truth wasn’t something to just go around revealing to strangers.
“Government, huh? Must be a pretty important position then,” Serval surmised, before setting her tool box down and popping open the hood of the car, taking a look inside. “You mind getting in and starting it up? I should be able to figure out what the issue is if it’s running.”
Cocolia nodded and got in the car, turning it on. After a few seconds of leaving it running, Serval spoke up again.
“Okay, I think I see what the problem is here, it sounds like your spark plugs have worn out. I have some replacements inside, so I should be able to get this done tonight. You can shut off the car now.”
Cocolia did so, and stepped out, pulling a handful of hundreds out of her purse. “Will this cover it?”
“Oh honey, that more than covers it.”
“You can keep the change.”
“Oh you don’t have to tip me. I just run this place as a hobby, I’m not short of money.”
“Take it anyway, it’s nothing to me. I just want my car fixed as soon as possible, I don’t care to spend time figuring out exactly how much I owe you.”
“Well all right then,” Serval said, taking the money. “About that though, replacing spark plugs is better done on a cool engine. If I do it while it’s still hot, I could end up damaging the threads holding the spark plugs in. We’ll have to wait about half an hour for the engine to cool down, and then the process of actually changing the spark plugs should take about an hour, is that alright with you? I know you mentioned wanting to make it to your daughter’s chess tournament.”
Cocolia checked the time. “I’ll be late, but I should still make it before Bronya’s first match ends. Wouldn’t want to take her home with a sputtering engine anyway.”
“That’s good,” Serval said. After slamming down the hood of the car, she spoke up again. “So… Is there a father?”
Cocolia shook her head. “No, it’s just the two of us.”
Serval smirked. “Really? Tell me, how does a woman as gorgeous as you manage to be single?”
Cocolia found her face heating up a little from the compliment, which was strange, she never blushed, and never cared about such things. What was going on? “Are you… flirting with me?”
“Is that a problem?” Serval asked, not even denying it.
“You know I’m probably a good decade older than you, right?”
“Oh I’m sure. Don’t worry, I like older women.”
“Do you normally flirt with your customers?”
“Nope. Guess that makes you special.” She punctuated this with a wink that made Cocolia’s blush deepen and sent her frozen heart pounding.
Before Cocolia could formulate a response, Serval started to unzip her coveralls, tying them off at the waist when she finished, revealing the black sports bra she wore underneath and the lightning bolt tattoo on her left hip. Embarrassed, and feeling unwanted thoughts start to brew in her head, Cocolia turned her eyes away.
Serval giggled. “I didn’t take you for the shy type.”
She wasn’t, but when she looked at Serval, she could feel desire brewing in her, something she hadn’t felt in years, and she couldn’t have that. But despite this, Serval walked over to her, and Cocolia found her back against the car as Serval took her by the chin, and her icy exterior melted at her touch, her purse slipping off her shoulder and falling to the ground, forgotten.
“You know Cocolia, as a mechanic, I’m pretty good with my hands. I can give you a demonstration, if you’d like. We have time to kill before the engine is cooled down, after all,” Serval said, looking her straight in the eyes. It was obvious what she meant.
Cocolia knew she should say no, to find some other way to kill the time, but the rational part of her brain was getting drowned out by the part of her that wanted this, wanted to feel Serval’s fingers inside her. How long had it been since she’d last had sex? She couldn’t remember. As wetness began to form between her thighs, she came to a decision.
“Okay.”
“Perfect,” Serval said, and her lips were on her in an instant. It was like lightning, and by the time Cocolia realized they were there she found herself already kissing back. As Serval deepened the kiss, Cocolia fell back against the hood of the car, Serval keeping her pressed up against it. Cocolia couldn’t remember the last time she’d been kissed, but she doubted it had been this good.
Eventually, the kiss had to be broken, and Serval looked down at her, not even trying to hide the fact that she was staring at her cleavage. “We need to get that dress off of you.”
“Mmmm, we should probably take this inside the car first.”
“You’re right,” Serval said, pulling Cocolia up, and they hastily made their way into the backseat of Cocolia’s car, Cocolia kicking off her heels along the way. Cocolia now lay across the backseat, with Serval straddling her. Serval took hold of the straps of Cocolia’s evening gown and slid it down her body, Cocolia kicking her legs to help her get it off. That task finished, Serval got to work removing Cocolia’s bra, tossing it aside when she was done.
“They’re beautiful,” Serval said, admiring Cocolia’s now exposed breasts, taking them in her hands and kneading them. When was the last time someone had touched her there? Cocolia didn’t know, but she knew it was far too long ago, as Serval’s hands rubbed and kneaded them in all the right spots, eliciting moans out of the older woman, moans that only increased their fervor once Serval leaned in and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking on it gently.
This continued for some time, before Serval slipped her hand beneath Cocolia’s panties. “Oh my, you’re sopping wet. You must really be enjoying yourself, huh?”
Cocolia bit her bottom lip and nodded.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your release soon, let’s get these panties off first though.” She slid Cocolia’s panties off, leaving the woman now completely naked before her. “Now to really show you what these hands can do.”
“Ahhhhh!” Cocolia moaned as Serval began to rub her clit, spreading her legs to give her better access. Serval then slowly moved her fingers down her vulva, sliding two of them into her vagina while her thumb kept her clit occupied. The fingers inside her began to rub at her g-spot, all while her thumb rubbed circles around her clit. It was electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure all throughout her body, and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. This continued for a bit, before Serval suddenly slowed her pace.
“Say my name,” Serval commanded, before picking the pace back up again.
“Nnnnn, Serval!” Cocolia moaned as she felt the orgasm finally start to hit her.
“Good girl,” Serval said with a smile, letting her ride out the orgasm, before withdrawing her fingers, sucking the cum off them, before speaking again. “How was that?” Cocolia wasn’t able to form coherent words yet, so she just nodded and gave a thumbs up.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Serval said, starting to zip her coveralls back up. Cocolia wanted to protest, to offer to get Serval off in return, but her protests died in her throat, as she knew they didn’t have the time for it. As attractive as the young mechanic was, Bronya always came first, and Cocolia still wanted to make it to her tournament as soon as she could. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”
Serval took out a rag, and wiped the cum off Cocolia’s body. When she was done, Cocolia went ahead and started getting redressed, picking up her dress and undergarments off the floor of the car and putting them back on. Stepping out of the car, she got her heels back on and put the strap of her purse back over her shoulder, and took a moment to fully regain her composure.
“Do you think the engine has cooled down enough now?” Cocolia asked, her mask of cold indifference back up, as if Serval’s fingers hadn’t been between her legs mere minutes ago.
“Let me check,” Serval said, putting on some gloves and lifting the hood of the car back up, feeling the engine. “Feels like it. Let me head inside and grab some replacement plugs, and then I can get to work.”
Serval went inside, and before long she was back with the replacements and getting to work. She was like a machine, intensely focused, not slacking even a little, doing the job quickly but not sloppily, and after around 45 minutes, less than the hour estimate she’d given, she was pulling the hood of the car back down.
“There, this baby should be running good as new,” Serval told her, putting the hood of the car affectionately. “Go ahead and start the engine, so we can make sure.”
Cocolia got in, and turned the keys, and sure enough, the engine sounded like it was running fine, and Serval seemed to agree.
“Yep, sounds good to me! Here, before you go,” Serval said, pulling out a slip of paper and writing something down on it, before offering it to Cocolia, who rolled down the car window and took it. “It’s my number. Feel free to call me if you ever want to hook up again, or even just hang out or talk.”
“I’ll think about it,” Cocolia said, but deep down she knew that she would definitely be calling that number.