Masturbation Monday ~ Bike Repairs

18 + Readers Only! This is my latest offering for the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords. The idea is to write a bit of hot and sassy free smut that makes one tend towards self-love.

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Bike Repairs

by Tracy DeSanto

Josh cycled hard, powering his way up Main Street. The night was cool and cloudy as he humped up a beast of a hill. Halfway to the top, his chain snapped. His right foot spun free and he lost balance, swerving abruptly towards the curb. He hit it hard and took a nasty spill on the sidewalk. This all happened in 1.75 seconds. One moment he was up and happy, getting his cardio, the next he was down with bleeding knuckles and a broken bike. Shit.

Well… he saw no solution except to head over to the shop. Olympus Cycling was only two blocks away. Josh picked up his bike by the frame and hoisted it on his shoulder. Trudging up the hill, he hoped, at least, that Juno would be working.

By the time he got to the bike shop the rain had set in. Today was turning out to be a crappy, all in all, but at least that meant he found Juno alone in the shop. She was the best bike mech he’d ever met, and also hot in a way he had trouble reconciling. Juno was a tall, broad-shouldered woman. Actually, she stood a couple over him. They were both in their mid-twenties, prisoners to low-paying retail jobs. Juno wore black leggings and an old-style work shirt with her name on it. Josh found her leaning against her shop counter, looking bored, when he dragged his inert bike through the door.

“Hey, Hipster… you’re a mess. What did you do?”

She wore her short hair tied back with a red bandanna, cribbing from that “Rosie the Riveter” look. Her drug store dye-job blondness showed about two months worth of mousey brown roots. Why did Josh find this so hot? Because it indicated that she gave as close to zero fucks about it as was possible.

“Chain blew out and I hit pavement,” he said.

She wandered up to him, laughing, then looked at the bike with honest concern.

“Oh, no! Poor bike.”

“Actually, yeah. And I am kinda bleeding,” said Josh, holding out his skinned hands.

Juno examined his injuries with mock concern.

“Ooooh. Poor Hipster.” She pursed her lips and bent over to grab a small first-aid kit from under the counter. Her lips were big. Even with no makeup they were plump and pink. Her top two buttons were undone, which allowed Josh a glimpse into her deep cleavage. Was it wrong to be horny for a woman who was probably a lesbian? Josh could only hope she was bisexual…

Juno smiled at him with teeth that had never met an orthodontist. She opened the first aid-kit and then took his hands, examining the scrapes.

“Oh, Jeeze, buddy… you got a chunk of glass stuck your hand.”

Josh peered at the injury and saw the small piece of glass lodged in his nasty scrape. It amazed him that it hadn’t bothered him. Blood seeped freely and copiously from the wound.

Looking back up into her eyes, he saw that they were deep blue beneath perfectly arched, un-plucked eyebrows. She was a confusing goddess, deliciously feminine in her masculinity, or was it the other way around?

“We’ll clean that up later,” she said, and then she kissed him.

She kissed him hard, forcefully, and pulled him against her body. Josh felt her oversize breasts press and flatten against him, soft and delightful. The sensation contrasted with the muscular strength of her arms and the pointed approach of her kisses. He opened his mouth to her. The woman tongued him passionately and clutched him. Josh stood helpless, bleeding hands at his sides. His cock stiffened uncomfortably in his black skinny jeans.

“I’m glad you came by today, Hipster…” she said, frankly. “It’s been a long time since I enjoyed a cock.” She reached down and unzipped him. She found his dick trapped and bent inside the fabric of his briefs. She reached in and yanked him out, gripping him tightly. Juno took a step back, glanced down, and nodded approvingly. Then she glanced around the shop, and at the door.

“Seems quiet enough.” She released him and turned her back, walking to the bike stand. Without looking at him she pulled her leggings and panties down to her knees. The woman pushed her heart-shaped ass backwards. This exposed her cunt to him. Juno’s beaver was furry. She bent forward and held the bike stand. Her slit beckoned. Josh could just see her fingers through the gap of her thighs, rubbing her clit.

“Fuck me, pretty boy, and make me like it.”

Josh’s cock stood tall and hard at all this provocation. He did not need to be told twice. The man took the two steps required to stand directly behind Juno. Their heights matched, so he pushed his hips forward. The tip of his cock slipped easily into her slick vulva and she chuckled.

Juno said, sternly, again to the wall, “I thought I told you to fuck me.” Then she leaned backwards and took him right to the hilt. Slippery Juno-cunt enveloped iron-hard Josh-cock. He had no choice but to fuck… so fuck he did. He started with slow and shallow thrusts, just an inch in and out. Each time he pushed himself in, Juno pushed back and took him as deep as possible, which meant he disappeared completely inside her. Her ass-cheeks rippled against his hips.

Juno’s cunt was magic. As Josh entered her, she held and pulled him. As he slid out, she squeezed him. With each thrust she made a friendly, primitive noise: half-grunt / half-laughter. He found it unbearable sexy. Josh began to bang away like the drummer in a marching band. Soon Juno began screaming “That’s right! Fuck me, boy!” as she slid onto him and rubbed her clit.

A conundrum presented itself. Josh hung of the verge of a very special orgasm, but he wanted to be polite. He closed his eyes to avoid the provocative view of his cock sliding into her. He tried to think of cool rivers and green pastures. Then he redoubled his efforts to bring her off, whamming his dick into the woman in double time. Suddenly her voice changed and she screamed in a high-pitched wail. There were no actual words to it, but he suspected she was trying to say, “I am coming on your cock!”

With Josh’s proximity to blowing his load, that kicked him over the edge. His balls jumped and spasmed as he climaxed, coming in repeated spurts as Juno took him deep and held his cock inside her. All became extremely wet and slippery. He could feel himself coated with her lubrication and his own semen.

“Wakey, wakey, fellah,” she said, “You’re hilarious. I’ve never had a fainter before. Looks like you can’t handle the sight of your own blood.”

Josh felt woozy and opened his eyes. He sat on the floor, legs splayed in front of him. Bandages had been applied.

Juno cupped his face with her hand, and then playfully smacked it.

“Get it together, Hipster. You’re fine.”

It turned out that Josh had been in lala land for quite a while. She took the time to fix the bike chain after she cleaned up his scrapes. After Juno helped him to his feet, she helped herself to a crisp, but sticky, five dollar bill from his wallet. Her hands were greasy from the work, so she accidentally smudged some on the money.

“For the repair,” she said. “First-aid is on the house… this time. Maybe you should walk the bike home, though, Hipster.”

“My name is Josh,” he said.

“I know,” she said, “Now go home.”

Josh walked his bike home with an uncomfortable erection. Inside his pants, his underwear felt sticky with precum. When he got home he found it difficult to jerk off while wearing the bandages, but he managed.

Twice.

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