0 comments/ 13283 views/ 0 favorites Hubcaps By: MungoParkIII It started as any other day with an uneventful drive to work. It was still dark when I started out but, even through the torn up paving in the construction area near my house, I was able to avoid all the major potholes and ruts on the drive. Once out on the highway, traffic flowed pretty much at the speed limit actually letting me get to work a bit early where I easily found a choice parking place close to the building. During the drive I watched the sun rise in my rear view mirror so by the time I pulled into the parking space it was light out. I turned out my lights, grabbed my computer bag, my lunch and the newspaper I had tossed in the back seat and closed the door. As I reached into my pocket to lock the car I saw it. There, on the front driver side wheel I noticed a black dingy wheel, where a shiny hubcap used to be. I tried to recall what might have happened on my trip to work to cause the hubcap to come off. Though I remember thinking how I hadn't heard the normal squeaking from that front tire that the hubcap used to make, I didn't recall anything that might have caused it to fall off. I wondered if, perhaps, someone stole the hubcap during the night. I didn't notice it was missing when I climbed into the car at my house, but I really didn't look at the wheel before I started, so it may have been missing then. Figuring I'd simply pick up a replacement at a junkyard near the house I didn't think much more about it as I headed into my office. Before long I was buried in work and had completely forgotten about the hubcap. It was only after my wife called and we talked about her new car and a few dozen other things that it came back to me. Actually, I thought of it just as I hung up the phone with her. Immediately I grabbed the phone and called her back, "Hey, I forgot to tell you that when I got to work I noticed I was missing a hubcap." "That's strange, when I took the new Honda around the block to let Karen and Jeffrey see it, Jeffrey mentioned he was missing a hubcap too." "Really, which one? Mine was driver's side front," I replied. "Yeah, same one for him. He said he figured it came off in the construction area and planned to drive there today to look for it. I asked him to look for ours too." "That must be what happened, I can't think of anything else that would have caused it to come off. Unless someone took both our hubcaps during the night, it's just that we live so far apart, that doesn't seem possible. Look, tell Jeffrey and Karen we'll buy dinner if they find our hubcap." After finishing our conversation, I hung up the phone and went back to work. I was fairly busy so lunchtime crept up on me and when I next looked at the clock I noticed it was almost one o'clock. Quickly saving my work on the computer, I rode down the elevator and headed out to my car. As I moved closer I couldn't help but focus on the missing hubcap, the dark wheel and dirty bolts looked almost like a gash in the front of the car. Getting closer I could see the smooth lines of the front grille and bumper curved aerodynamically around the front corner of the car melding perfectly into the side fender. All the smooth lines and design screeched to a jolting halt with the completely utilitarian appearance of the wheel. Climbing into my car I glanced at the car next to me, oddly it was missing both hubcaps on the right side of the vehicle. I started my car and pulled out, looping around the front of that car to get to the drive out and noticed that it was missing all of its hubcaps. I couldn't remember if that was the same car I parked next to in the morning, certainly I should have noticed if it was missing the hubcaps then. Continuing working my way out of the parking lot I spotted another car with a missing hubcap. After pulling out of the parking lot, I headed toward the freeway for the short trip toward downtown to a small deli I like to visit every so often. Since I was running late I found their parking lot full so I had to drive around to the small alley behind the deli. There was a space next to a clean and shiny Jaguar "S" class. I got out of my car and was about to head around the building to go inside when I heard a voice. Glancing around I noticed a lady standing on the other side of the Jaguar. Thinking it was strange that I hadn't noticed her earlier, I looked at her and said, "I'm sorry, I hadn't noticed you." While looking down at her car she slowly crossed her arms over her chest as if to wrap them around herself and then said in a deep, gravelly moan, "It's like a violation of me. Like they took their hands and ran them all..." "Excuse me," I interrupted, "are you okay? Have you been hurt?" Snapping her head she looked up at me. "What did you say?" "I asked if you were okay." "They took my hubcap," she answered. "But you are okay?" "Me? It's just that I've never seen it this way before, so open, exposed." "What's that?" I asked, wondering if perhaps she had hit her head or maybe just had one too many martinis at lunch. "The wheel, it's so dark and dungy, so vulgar next to the rest of the car." Walking around the back of her car to stand next to her I said, "I know, my car is missing its hubcap too. It looks so odd that way. Odd, but I found it strangely utilitarian." "So honest. No pretty frills to hide its function, just a metal surface with large bolts and the tire seemingly molded to it. I never looked at my car like this," she continued, bending over and moving her hands to the tire. She ran her hands over the tire and said in almost a whisper, "I love the feel and smell of tires, so smooth in areas, so rough in others. Makes me feel..." she paused and looked up at me, "so savage." I was silent, I didn't know how to respond. The lady was attractive, very attractive but prior to that moment I hadn't really paid a lot of attention to her. I'd been looking at the car and a bit nervous at looking her over other than looking at her face in polite conversation. Suddenly everything changed, she became more than just someone you pass in the street and exchange pleasantries with, here was an attractive woman bending over the tire in a very compromised position. Looking around I could see we were alone in the alleyway, it was just me and a dark haired woman in a silky blouse and a knee length skirt. Bent over her tire as she was and with what she said, I felt at ease taking the liberty to look at her legs, the taut, muscular thighs, the smaller, but equally muscular calves. Finally moving my gaze from her legs I looked back at her face and saw she was waiting for a response. Feeling my voice crack as I spoke, I replied, "Sss... savage?" There was a flash of white and I looked back at her legs to find her panties at her ankles. Apparently while her left hand still rested on the tire, the other one had worked her panties over her hips and let them fall to the ground. Looking down at the panties I noticed they were just normal white panties with no lace or frills, completely utilitarian without any adornment. Looking back up at the woman's face I saw that she wore very little makeup, the beauty in her face was completely natural, from her deep, dark eyes to her prominent cheekbones to her thin nose. Her lips were a light shade of red, the lipstick being the only obvious bit of makeup she wore. I moved my gaze from her face down her body and I noticed she had now hiked her skirt up so I could see the two gentle curves of her ass beneath the hem. No more thinking, no wondering about this woman, I reached to my pants, unfastened my belt and as I stepped behind her I slid down my zipper. As I pulled my hard cock out of my pants, she lifted one leg, slipping her foot out of her panties and then put it down again so her legs were spread wide apart. Immediately I shuffled in between her legs and pushed my hips forward, letting my cock slide over the soft skin of her ass down to the cleft between her legs. Her fingers took my cock and guided me, pulling me to her as my cock slipped into her soft, wet, warmth. Pushing forward slowly, I savored the feel of her as she enveloped me, first over the head of my cock and then down the shaft to the hilt. Moving my hands to her hips I slowly withdrew and then pushed myself back into her once again. As I continued to move in and out of her I could feel her fingers touching my balls and cock. I could tell that as she touched me with her fingers, she was working her clit with the palm of her hand and that she had herself very close to coming. I was relieved she was that close because, given the circumstances of what was happening, I knew I wouldn't last too long before I'd be coming inside her. Moving my attention from the look of her hips and ass as I plunged into her up to her face I noticed she was holding the tire very tightly with her free hand, so tightly her face actually squeezed against it. It was as if she were caressing the tire as my cock slid so deliciously inside her. Suddenly she moaned loudly and leaned back to me as our bodies slapped together, my balls bouncing off her fingers as they diddled her clit. She groaned out loud, "So savage," and then I felt her body tense up. I had been fighting off my own orgasm but when I felt her tense I let myself go, giving myself completely to the pleasure that ran from my balls all along my cock. I arched my back and shoved my cock deep into her pussy and came, spurting my cum again and again. Feeling her body shudder and then go limp, I realized she was coming too so I moved a bit more, pulling back and thrusting into her a couple of more times. Then I stopped, feeling the walls of her cunt pulsate over my softening cock. I would have liked to remain there, my cock buried inside her until it slipped out on its own but I heard some voices from across the alleyway. I quickly withdrew and pulled up my underwear and pants, quickly zipping up and fastening my belt. She stood up and adjusted her dress, leaving her panties around one ankle. We looked back to where the voices were coming from and watched a man and two women appear from the direction of the deli. As they walked past I saw one of the women quickly whisper something to the other and they quietly giggled. Figuring they knew what we had been up to I looked as the woman I had just fucked. There on her face was a large black mark from the tire, I noticed her hands we filthy too. "Oh damn," I whispered, "you got dirt from the tire all over your face." Glancing down at her reflection in the car window she said, "Yes, looks like I do. Savage don't you think," she replied, running her fingers over my cheek. I looked at my reflection and noticed two black lines where her fingers had slid. "Yes, savage," I replied. She then bent over, grabbed her panties and then walked over to the driver's side of her car. I followed, opening the door for her and holding it as she climbed in. Once inside she pulled a card out of her purse and handed it to me saying, "Just in case you have trouble with your tires." I took her card and then reached for my wallet. Sliding her card in, I grabbed one of my own and handed it to her. I held out my hand and said, "I'm Jim." Clasping my hand with her dirty black hand she replied, "Pleased to meet you Jim, I'm Alex." She then turned and slid completely into her car, grabbed her keys and started it. The Jaguar hummed to life, the sound of the engine concealing its true power beneath its gentle sound. "Goodbye Jim," she said and I closed the door and watched her slowly back into the alleyway. The car then pulled forward and I watched it pull away, the front wheel and its missing hubcap looking strangely alluring. Completely amazed at what had happened, I headed on into the deli, immediately heading into the restroom. I ducked into an open stall and grabbing some toilet paper, I opened my pants and wiped off my cock. Wanting to make sure my wife didn't find any evidence of my dalliance, I took great care cleaning myself the best I could. I then moved to the sink and washed the tire dirt from my face and hands that Alex had branded me with. Once I finished cleaning up I headed back out into the deli where I ate my lunch running the images of what had just happened out in the alleyway through my head. Toying some with my wedding ring, I did feel a tinge of guilt, but the absurdity of the whole episode was simply too much. I had a hell of a story to tell someone, I just wasn't sure who I could tell about it. Driving home that night the guilt began creep past the images I kept playing though in my mind. Obviously what had happened wasn't planned and had nothing to do with love, but I couldn't convince myself that I hadn't betrayed my wife. I had betrayed her and I'd have to make up for it somehow, but one thing I wouldn't do is tell her what happened. For the time being I would try to act like nothing happened. Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted as I noticed a glistening new Cadillac slowly pass me. It was a beautiful pearl colored sedan with the dealer plates still attached, but as it passed my eyes were immediately drawn to the wheels. The tires were clean, almost gleaming in the sunlight but the hubcaps were gone. Instead of the shiny chrome wheel covers, there was simply a dull, dark black, looking like two gaping holes in the side of the car. I sped up a bit running only slightly behind the Cadillac as an image of Alex rolled though my consciousness. She was standing by her car, much like I had seen her earlier in the day, except instead of moving to lean over her wheel, she began unbuttoning her blouse. The bra was plain white, once again like her panties there was no frill, no lace or adornment, just a simple bra. Walking towards her I looked down at her car and noticed all the hubcaps were gone, instead, just the black wheel rims and the tires. Alex unclasped her bra from the front and then opened her blouse and bra, letting me see her beautiful breasts. They were small, but nicely rounded with very dark areolas and nipples. I paused to just look at her, her dark hair curling down onto her delicate shoulders, her skin, though darker than mine looking so light against the darkness of her hair. With her blouse and bra still open, she moved to the back of the car, unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Stepping out of the skirt she leaned back against her car, lifting one foot up to rest on the rear bumper. I stood in front of her just gazing at her, my eyes moving down her body, from her, now erect, nipples down over the slight curve of her breast down her stomach to the dense, black patch of black hair. Looking closer the dark curls looked so soft as they curled down concealing just a bit of her... I found myself staring, completely focused on the dark wheel rims of the Cadillac as I drove just slightly behind the car. Looking in my rear view mirror I saw the huge grill of some eighteen-wheeler right on my bumper. Shaking my head I looked back at the Cadillac and then back to my lane where there weren't any cars in front of me. Without thinking I slowed a bit, letting the Cadillac completely pass me and then I abruptly changed lanes swinging over two lanes. Fortunately I was in a pocket of light traffic so besides the eighteen-wheeler, I hadn't caused any problems with the rest of the vehicles on the road. Once in the lane on the other side of the car I sped up so I could look at the other side of the vehicle. On this side the wheels glittered as the obviously expensive hubcaps spun in the light. Once again falling in just slightly behind the Cadillac I found my mind wandering, but this time it was to my wife. I pictured her on the bed, naked, her light hair rolling out onto the pillow, her large breasts flattened on her chest, the nipples firm and inviting. Glancing down at her tiny feet, I smiled wondering how she balanced her large breasts while standing on such tiny feet. Her calves and thighs nicely shaven, so light colored against the dark colored bedspread. Opening her legs I can see her hair, trimmed to expose more skin, her lips slightly open, the nub of her clit just visible. My mind turns to the last time we made love, we kissed only briefly as her hands moved to my chest toying with my nipples as I moved my mouth to her breasts and took my arm and hooked it between her legs, brushing it against her. She moved her mouth to my nipples as I sucked on hers. Lifting her hips, she ground her pussy onto my arm, leaving the lingering wetness on my skin. I then moved between her legs where she took my cock, like she had done so many times before and guided it into herself. It had been weeks since we touched like this so it all happened so quickly. I tried to go slowly, draw it out, but when her fingers moved back to my nipples and she pinched them I quickened my pace. She met me with an equal urgency rising up to meet my every thrust. We moved quickly, our bodies slapping together, my balls bouncing off her ass as we moved again and again suddenly pushing hard, clamoring for depth as we came together, each lost in our own urgency. Both of us glad the other came too, if only because we could then stop and catch our breath. Pulling apart we remained together on the bed in a relaxed intimacy that only came with the years together. The complete comfort in how we moved, touched and lived in a quiet harmony. The world no longer moved for us, it just paused for the short time we were together and then continued turning. Before I could think of anything more, I pulled into my driveway and parked my car. Grabbing my bag I headed into the house, trying to work out an excuse for an early shower. My clean up at the restaurant was probably enough, but I felt sure my wife would suspect something, perhaps smell Alex on me, so I watched for an excuse and shortly after dinner rushed into the shower, scrubbing the evidence away. Later in the evening I climbed into bed, kissed my wife goodnight and tried to go to sleep. I tried not to think of Alex, but it was all that came into my mind, the afternoon played over and over in my head. Finally, I forced myself to think of something else, promising myself not to think of her anymore. Hell, I was married and what happened during the day was a fluke, something that would never happen again. I would never see Alex again. The next morning I got up, got ready for work, kissed my wife goodbye and headed out to my car without thinking about much of anything. Pulling out of the driveway the thought of Alex didn't cross my mind until I pulled out onto the freeway. Once there, even in the dark, I began to notice the amount of cars missing one or more hubcaps. At first it was just a car or two, but as traffic backed up I noticed more and more cars like that. I tried to figure out how many, but after losing count a few dozen times I gave up, instead guessing that nearly half of the vehicles I saw that morning was missing at least one hubcap. Of course once I finished trying to count the hubcaps, just seeing all them got me back to thinking of that Jaguar Type "S" and the way Alex bent over her wheel. By the time I parked my car at work I had to listen to the radio for a good five minutes while my erection subsided. Fortunately I was busy at work again, so the morning passed uneventfully. I got a lot of work done and was beginning to get over the events of the day before. I've simply been married too long to throw it all away, even for someone as hot and sexy as Alex. Besides, who is to say whether she was really interested in me, maybe it was just that I was missing a hubcap too. Rather than go out for lunch, I walked over to the company cafeteria and ate quickly, returning back to work after only a thirty minute break. I was pretty involved in the calculations I was working on so time slipped by without me really noticing until the phone rang. Glancing up at the clock after what seemed like fifteen minutes of calculations I saw it was 2:30, just over two hours since I got back from lunch. I grabbed the phone on the third ring. Hubcaps "Anderson Company, this is Jim Alberts," I said into the phone. "Jim, this is Alex," I could tell by her voice she was upset. "What is wrong Alex?" "I'm broken down on the highway, I have a flat tire. I was trying to fix it but the jack it... I just couldn't get it to work," I could tell she was crying. "Okay, okay Alex, calm down. Look where exactly are you? I'll come out and change your tire." "I'm on the North Loop heading west, just past Shepard." "Okay, is your call pulled well away from the traffic lane?" "Yes the shoulder is very wide here, there is plenty of room." "Okay, no more crying, I'll come right away and we'll get the tire changed in just a few minutes, no problem at all." "I hate to have you..." "Oh nonsense, it's really no trouble at all," I replied, hanging up the phone and grabbing my keys. Damn, what resolve, what will power, I had convinced myself I'd never see her again and here I am driving out to see her again. Hell, but I couldn't leave her stranded there, could I? My mind spun as I walked to my car and headed out of the company parking lot. I passed the CEO's black Mercedes and what the hell? It was missing a hubcap. As I drove out to Alex, now in the daylight I saw car after car with missing hubcaps, it seemed I had to search to find a car completely intact. I maybe saw ten or eleven during the entire drive to where Alex was broken down. I turned on my flashers and pulled up behind Alex's car. Thankfully the tire that was flat was the one missing the hubcap. "At least that will save a little bit of time," I said to myself as I climbed out of the car. "Oh Jim, I'm so sorry to make you do this, I just didn't know who to call. I know how to change a tire, I've done it many times before it's just that I couldn't figure out the jack." "Don't worry about it Alex, I don't mind. Here, let me look at the jack," I replied, taking the jack from her hands. "It is a little odd, do you have your manual here?" "Yes of course," she said, opening her door and reaching into the glove box. "Here it is." I leafed through the manual and found the instructions on the jack. It was different, but not to difficult, I just had to make sure I got it set up in the correct location. I moved over near the tire and then looked it over. While it was definitely flat I couldn't seen any apparent reason for going flat. I went ahead and set up the jack, loosened the lug nuts and then lifted the car up just enough to pull the tire off. Once again I looked over the tire, but still couldn't find anything that would make it go flat, but I leaned it against the car near the trunk and pulled out the spare. Looking up at Alex I said, "It's a temporary spare, we better get you over to a tire place and get the flat looked at." She nodded and I continued working. Once I got the spare on, I lowered the car, cinched the lug nuts and put everything in the trunk. Closing the trunk I asked Alex, "Where do you buy your tires?" "At Discount," she replied. "Okay, I know of one not to far away. You'll need to be a bit careful with this spare, I'll drive slow so you can follow me. We're gonna take the next exit, make a u-turn and then turn left on Shepard. The tire place should be just a few blocks north of the freeway. Look, here's my cell number just in case we get seperated," I finished, writing my cell phone number on the back of one of my cards and handing it to her. Just as we were about to head back to our cars a bright red Volkswagen Beetle drove past, not the new model, but the original in perfect condition. The bright red body looked like it was brand new, the chrome glittered in the sunlight and the engine had that purr that anyone who rode in one of those old cars just had to love. It was mint, perfect except that the front hubcap was missing. Alex and I watched in complete silence as the car passed us and then she said, "There's more now." "More what, Volkswagens?" "No cars without hubcaps. It didn't used to be like this, it's like suddenly almost every car is missing one, or two or more. Haven't you noticed?" "I thought it was just me, seeing now that I have one missing." "No, there's more, every day there is more." "Like an epidemic," I replied, laughing softly. "No, no I'm serious." "I am too, it's just that it can't be..." "It can't be what?" "It's just coincidence, we notice it because our hubcaps are gone." "It's more, there's too many," she replied, trembling some. Reaching out and pulling her to me, I leaned my head against hers and whispered, "Come on now, don't worry, we'll get your tire fixed and then we can take care of the hubcaps. Let's just get your tire fixed now, okay?" "You're right, I'm sorry, it just all seemed so odd and then I got this flat. Thank you again Jim for helping me," she said, kissing me on the cheek. I walked her to her car, opened the door for her and held the door as she climbed inside. She fixed her seatbelt and started the engine as I closed her door. I ran back to my car, climbed inside and then pulled around her and onto the next exit ramp, making sure she was following me okay. We maneuvered as a pair through the traffic and in just a few minutes pulled into the tire store. After parking beside her, I followed Alex into the store. It was a new building, with the tire bays located on the right side of the building and the sales area located on the left. There was window wall on three sides of the sales area, so it was very bright. White tile and ceilings added to the brightness and provided a powerful contrast to the black tires. Inside the store there were stacks of new tires all around as well as new tires mounted on racks with sparkling hubcaps. There was a short line so I fell in behind Alex and continued looking around. There was a large waist high window that looked into the tire bays. On each side of the window was a stack of new tires and between the tires was a counter someone could lean on while watching the work on the cars. The entire space smelled of new tire, the rubbery smell just seems to make you feel good, I mean what better feeling is there to have than when you just put new tires on a car? When Alex got up to the counter she asked them to look at the tire and either fix or replace it. She also asked the salesman to take off the other hubcaps. "I can take off the hubcaps if you want ma'am, but I'll have to charge you to do it," he replied. Alex simply nodded, but I stepped in and said, "Wait a minute, doesn't her tires have a warranty and free rotate and balance agreement?" The salesman looked up at his computer screen and said, "Yes, free balance and rotation." "Okay, fix the tire and then rotate and balance the other tires. When you put them back on simply put the hubcaps in her trunk." "Okay, it will take a little longer, but we can do that." Alex looked at him with a bit of a triumphant smile, "Well, thank you Jared," she said, reading his name off the name tag. Blushing a bit he replied, "You're welcome ma'am." Alex reached to the counter and grabbed one of the business cards there, checking the name and then tucking it into her purse. We then walked toward the waiting area but found most of the seats taken so we turned and headed over to the window looking into the tire bays. With the tire displays surrounding us, we stood by the window in solitude, basically hidden from anyone's view. As we stood together she leaned against me and said, "I just love the smell of new tires, it's just so, invigorating." "I know what you mean," I replied, "it's like a safe feeling." Pulling closer to me she began talking, telling me a story, "Back when I was in Junior College, the school was near the Goodyear plant, where they were making tires. Some people complained of the smell, but I didn't, I liked the smell of the rubber, the vulcanization. Between classes my boyfriend and I would go out to his car. "He'd get to school early in the morning, parking way in the back of the lot, so when we came out during the day we'd cross the dozens of other cars before getting to his. We could be alone there and except for the occasional person looking for a parking spot, no one came by. I was just eighteen and he was like twenty two and very experienced. "We were watched very closely at home and didn't gel a lot of chances to go out in the evenings, so the time we spent in the afternoons there were special for us. Each day I'd put on a dress or a long skirt, but I wouldn't wear any panties, so when we got to the car, we were ready to go. I'd slide my seat back and he'd crawl onto the floor board in front of me, pulling my dress up over my hips. "The car window would be open and I'd smell the new tire smell as he opened my legs and let me experience things I could never dream of. While I wasn't a virgin, no one had ever used their mouth on me and wow, he was good at it. I'd close my eyes, breathe in the wonderful smell and feel his tongue as it pushed in and out of me, as it slid up and down my slit, as it curled over my clit. He would bring me to orgasm again and again, sometimes six times in a session. He must have loved doing it because he was ready and willing for as long as I would sit there for him. "When I was simply too delirious to take any more, he'd slide back to the driver's seat and I'd suck him off. The first few times I did that with a guy I really didn't like it, but after he turned me on so much going down own me, I sucked him ravenously, gladly swallowing every drop. To this day when I smell new tires I feel a tingling between my legs." She reached her hand over and took hold of mine, guiding it over in front of her. She lifted the front of her dress and pushed my hand underneath. Looking around me, I realized no one could really see us without walking through a maze of tires and the window was high enough so the workers couldn't see what was happening below our waists. I moved my hand up the soft skin of her thigh, but when I expected to slide my fingers over the soft panties, I felt her soft tufts of hair. She wasn't wearing panties! As I moved my finger up between her lips, she widened her stance some giving me better access. I slowly worked my fingers between her lips and then slipped two of them inside her, feeling the wetness coat them. Pushing them in further I moved them in and out of her for a few moments and then followed her slit upwards. I heard a faint gasp when I reached her clit and I immediately began circling my fingers over it as she turned her head and rested it on the stack of tires next to her. She began taking deeper and deeper breaths, taking in the smell of the tires as my fingers continued toying with her clit. Her hips moved back and forth as she pushed against my hand and fingers. Quietly moaning she reached her hand down, grabbing my arm and holding it tight against her as she came. She stood motionless for a few moments before letting my arm go. "Wow, the tire smell really does turn you on," I whispered. Suddenly feeling her hand garb my cock through my pants, she whispered, "I'm not done yet." She began squeezing me and working her hand up and down the length of my cock. Well, after her story and the session we just finished I was pretty worked up so it wasn't long before my cock was feeling very, very good, so good that I worried about making an embarrassing mess. I reached down and tried to stop her but she just moved her hand faster. "But I'll make a mess here," I moaned. "Don't you worry about it," she replied, suddenly releasing my cock and pulling my zipper down. She reached her hand in and moved in front of me quickly kneeling down and taking me in her mouth. She sucked me voraciously and in just moments I felt the waves of pleasure shoot through my cock and I came, spurting into her mouth again and again. She kept me in her mouth as my cock softened and she milked the last droplets of cum from me. Deftly zipping me up, she stood up, leaned her head against the tire and took a deep breath and turned back to me and asked, "Want to do it again?" "But, but..." I stammered. "I'm only kidding," she laughed and then took another deep breath, "but on the other hand," she then smiled at me. "Look, my car is finished." I looked up and sure enough they were backing her car out of the tire bay. The car really looked strange without any hubcaps, the sleek lines of the Jaguar, the shiny chrome suddenly screeched to a halt at the black wheel and stained and pitted lug nuts. With the car stopped, the valve stem stuck straight out into space, like some miniature erection yearning for the feel of a tire gage. Alex tugged on my hand so I turned and surveyed the area, confirming no one had spotted us behind all those racks of tires. The best I can tell no one spotted us, so we nonchalantly maneuvered our way through the tire racks and headed back to the counter. As the salesman handed her the keys he said, "We couldn't find any punctures or problems with the tire itself, so we replaced the valve stem and aired it up. It seems fine now, holding air and looking good. If you have any other problems with it, just bring it back." Alex thanked him and then as we walked back out to our cars she thanked me again, kissing me on the cheek before climbing into her car. As I opened my door, her window rolled down and she called out, "Jim, if you like we could go back to my place. There are no new tires but we can still enjoy ourselves." Looking at my watch I said, "I'd better be heading home." "Okay, thank you again." I sat in my car watching her back out and drive away, wondering if I would see her again. I started my car and spent the whole drive home wondering what might have happened had I gone back to her place, that and counting the cars with missing hubcaps. Pulling into my driveway I once again told myself I wouldn't get involved any further with Alex. I didn't hear from Alex the rest of the week and over the quiet weekend I felt a bit torn about the situation. I felt some relief that I had been able to do what I had done without getting caught, but I missed Alex. It was invigorating that at my age someone like her would take an interest with me, would want to do what we had done. I didn't want to jeopardize my marriage, but it was so exciting when I was with her. It was actually the middle of the following week before I heard from her again, unfortunately once again she was stranded with a tire problem. I had forgotten to turn my cell phone off while in a meeting and sure enough it began ringing. I planned to simply click the phone on and then hang up, but when I saw it was her I decided to step out of the meeting and take the call. "Hello," I answered. "Oh Jim, I'm sorry to bother you again, but my car... ah, another tire has gone flat. Can you come help me?" she asked. "Alex, you caught me in the middle of an important meeting. I really can't come right away. Are you okay? Is the car safely off the roadway?" "Yes, yes I am okay and I have the car in a store parking lot so it is safe." "Look, if you can wait some, I can come to you after the meeting, but it may be an hour or two. Will you be okay until then?" I said apologetically. "I guess I can go into the store for a while," she replied. "What store are you at?" "Caldwell's on 38th street." "That's not far from the tire place is it?" "A couple of blocks maybe," she replied. "Hey look Alex, so you don't have to wait why don't you call over to the tire place, maybe then can send someone to help. With your tire problems maybe you should just buy some new ones. If you tell them that they might even come and help get your car to their store." "Yes, I have that card from the salesman the other day... ah, here it is, Jared. I'll call him and see what I can do." "Okay, if they can't help you, call me back and I'll come after my meeting. Okay?" "Okay Jim," she replied, "Bye." "Bye now," I said hanging up the phone. Making sure it was still on I tucked it into my pocket and returned to the meeting. I didn't get any more calls so I figured the tire place was able to help her out. When the meeting ended earlier than I anticipated I decided to run by the tire place and surprise Alex. I got out of the office early and beat most of the rush hour traffic so I was able to get over to the tire place quickly and as I pulled into the parking lot I noticed her car in one of the tire bays. I took a closer look when I headed to the salesroom I peeked in at her car and it looked like she took my advice and got new tires. Once inside the building I looked around for her but couldn't find her. Figuring she might be in the restroom I moved over to the window where we had stood last week, watching her car get worked on among other things. It was just a few minutes when I noticed a door at the back of the service area open up and out stepped Alex with the salesman Jared right behind her. As he closed the door I could see several stacks of tires in the room. I also saw him tucking his shirt in and looking around as if checking to see if anyone had noticed him and Alex. Staring hard at the two of them I tried to see if I could pick up on any body language, but really couldn't tell if anything had been happening. When they stepped back into the showroom she remained up near the counter while he helped out a couple of customers. I kept myself concealed near the window, watching as they finished up her car and backed it out of the bay. In a few moments I watched as Jared walked Alex out to her car, handed her some papers and opened the door for her. Just as she was about to sit down, she leaned toward him and kissed him. She then started the car and after Jared carefully closed the door, she drove off. I stood leaning on one of the tire displays for a few moments trying to sort out my emotions. Jealousy? Yeah I felt a deep twinge thinking of Alex with the tire salesman, telling him the tire story and yet I realized I had no right to be jealous, hell I was married and planned to stay that way. In spite of the sessions with Alex, I remained committed to my wife... or at least that what I believed at that moment. Would I feel differently if Alex had met me when I walked into the tire store, ready to go back to her place? I wasn't sure, I just wasn't sure. "Can I help you with anything?" I looked up and then around the tire display to see Jared looking at me. "Excuse me?" "Can I help you with anything?" "No, I'm just look... well, wait a minute, yeah, I'd like to get some new tires. Nothing exotic mind you, I'd just like a good set of tires for my 2001 Altima." "Okay, well come over to the computer and I'll see what we have on sale." I followed Jared over to the counter and in a few minutes I handed him my credit card and keys. I then meandered through the tire displays to the window thinking that on the way home I'd stop by the auto salvage yard and see if I could pick up a hubcap for my car. Grabbing my phone I called my wife and told her I'd be a little late. When they were finished with my car, I headed immediately to the salvage place, catching them about fifteen minutes before closing. Luckily they had a hubcap that matched the other three and went ahead and installed it for me too. I gave my wife a call so she could get started on dinner and then I pulled out onto the road, my car whole for the first time in quite a while. When I got home I pulled the car into the garage and closed the overhead door before walking into the house. I spotted my wife, already in her nightgown, putting a pot on the stove, she looked over at me and said, "Hey hon, how was your day?" "Pretty good, I got some tires for my car," I paused and when she didn't follow with a remark about the hubcap I continued, "and I have something to show you." Hubcaps "Well let me get my robe," she said. I grabbed her hand and said, "It's only in the garage, the door is closed so no one will see you in your night gown." I led her into the garage and she looked around, "Okay, what am I looking at?" Looking down at my car, I noticed the wheel was turned a bit so I took her hand and pulled her toward the front of the car. We stopped there and I pointed down to the wheel. "Oh, you finally got a hubcap." She leaned over looking closer, "It's not real clean." "I bought it used," I replied, looking down at her ass as it peeked out from under her nightgown. I moved my hand and touched her, slicing my hand down over her naked pussy. "Out here?" she asked, turning her head and looking up at me, but not standing up. "Why not, the door's closed. No one will see us," I replied, easing my hard cock out of my pants. She moved her legs farther apart and then rested her hands on the hood of my car, her breasts dangling in her loose fitting night gown just above the new tire. I moved forward and pushed my cock up to her pussy. With one hand still on the car, my wife reached her other hand up and guided my cock into her pussy. It took a couple of partial thrusts to get my cock lubricated enough to enter her easily, but by the fourth or fifth push I eased myself all the way into her. By then the garage was permeated with the smell of the new tires and I slid my cock in and out of her while breathing in the smell of rubber. I could feel her fingers touching my cock and balls as I moved and I knew she was playing with her clit as I fucked her. I let my mind wander thinking about how easily I found a matching hubcap at the salvage yard, anything to hold off coming until she was ready. I continued sliding my cock in and out of my wife's wet pussy when I heard her moan and I knew she was getting close. Reaching down I grabbed her hips and began to move faster and faster, plunging deep into her, my balls slapping against her fingers and cunt as I shoved myself to the hilt. Suddenly she said, "Oh yes, yes," so I pushed myself deep and paused as she came, her pussy walls pulsing over my cock. Waiting until her orgasm subsided, I began pushing again, concentrating on the feel of my wife, the soft, wet warmth she wrapped around me. Holding her fingers on each side of her lips, she squeezed them on my shaft as it slipped past, intensifying the feeling for me again and again, until finally I arched my back and pushed as deep as I could go. My cock spurted my cum deep into her pussy, splashing her over and over. I held her hips firmly, pulling her back to me, trying to keep my cock inside her for as long as possible. After a minute or two, my shrinking cock slipped out of her and she suddenly said, "Oh my the dinner..." and ran toward the kitchen. I carefully eased my cock back into my pants and zipped them up. Then I took a couple of steps forward and looked down at my car with the hubcap now in place. Strangely I felt happy, content that things now finally were back the way they should be. I headed back into the kitchen where my wife had saved the dinner. When she saw me come inside she walked over to me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. She then whispered, "Wow that was nice. We'll have to try something like that more often." I nodded, glad things were now the way they should be, hubcaps and all. I then kissed her back hard, wondering if dinner could wait a bit longer.