The Lady in a Fitted Red Dress

Introductions – friendly banter

The mechanic watched with awe as the two struck up a conversation. Not paying too much attention to their words, his eyes could not help but drink in the curves and magnetic force of this lady in red. She looked purely angelic. Her savory form raised temperatures that had not budged in some time.

Bret entertained the woman for a few moments. Lacey was aware that this man was not responding to her body and appreciated that. It was soon clear that the conversation was all business and would shift to the owner of the shop.

Lacey was appreciative of how respectfully this young man was with his eyes. It was refreshing to not be devoured when dressed as she was.

Watching Lacey move towards the mechanic was like watching a fierce jungle warrior cat (a lioness) move in for a kill. Purposeful. Delightful. Quiet. Lightly and gracefully closing in.

The scent of the kill was in the air. Bret watched as the eyes of the mechanic started to burn with an old flame nearly forgotten. The old man was seeing something from his past blended with her fountain of youth.

The rear view was phenomenal. Very few women managed to get a dress so fitted that it followed every single contour of her frame as if a second skin. Like, it followed the curves of her rear with no gap of air. Close enough that Bret could faintly see the hints of micro-fiber laser cut briefs. And even those followed her curves and outlined the crevice of finely tuned muscular halves of a sweet whole.

Bret, trying not to drool, turned his attention back to the desolation of the open plain around the gas station. No one would be investing their top talent to go negotiate for a place on the verge of fossilization.

Not to worry to much about the business element of the conversation that would soon finish the old man, Bret wondered how such a perfect creation had no wedding band on her finger. Someone had to have made a move and closed the deal. No smart guy would ever let such a gem get away from him.

If this lady was indeed single, it had to be for good reason. Bret assured himself that the vibe he got from Lacey hinted to the plight known as the curse of being perfect. When a lady is this hot, most guys stay far away and only the ego driven daredevils tried… usually at the loss of the lady.

With a chuckle, Bret started to formulate a plan. He was single. He had nothing to lose. If Lacey was single, and open to dating, this would be the jackpot. More importantly, Lacey had carried herself like a lady, not a corporate take-over specialist. Albeit, a super sexy lady who probably was going to a club later that day.

The poor mechanic was too distracted by every inch of curves to focus enough to understand the terms of the deal. Lacey did not feel right taking advantage of the old man without his legal consultation present. This trip would not be as productive for her consciousness.

Lacey did learn that the sedan being worked on was for the young man standing outside looking very deliciously handsome. His vibe was of the perfect gentleman. Something in her wished she could find out if he was really a gentleman, but today was not the day. The heat was not cute. It was time to take refuge in the comfort of the Suburban.

Before Saying Goodbye

As Lacey walked back to her SUV, she noticed how Bret stood up and politely nodded a well phrased wish of safe travels. His eyes were speaking to her. Focused. Clear. Deep. Dark. Just like she liked them. His beard neatly tripped.

Lacey, just for the sake of fun, paused and dropped her hip slightly before opening the door of her SUV. That move had earned her many favors in her younger days. Men seemed to buckle on seeing her butt wiggle when she slipped her legs as she had just done.

Looking up very discretely, she was surprised to see no reaction from Bret. Nothing about him suggested he was not attracted to women. The man calmly sat right back down as if Lacey was not there.

His loss.

It would have been fun to see how strong his arms really were and how comfortable his chest really was. But Lacey was not going to get distracted. In a few dozen miles, she’d have the lawyer signing papers to release the property to her boss.

The old man pulled himself together, finally, as he had seen the flirtatious move and nearly fainted. This mechanic had not seen such sultriness in a very long time. It was nearly a lost art in the younger generation.

Lacey fired up her laptop to finalize a few things as her Suburban was getting fueled up. The old man was kind and even washed the windows of her car. It was not necessary, but being he was old school, Lacey appreciated the effort.

With the last details finalized, Lacey glanced over at the place Bret had been sitting and was surprised to see the white chair vacant. So much for a last flirtatious goodbye then.

A tap of the window nearly startled Lacey. Bret was trying to hold back his smile. Her movement, even in unexpected surprise, was so gracefully smooth that Bret was struggling not to feel the heat rise deep within.

With the window rolled down, Bret said a polite goodbye. Lacey felt drawn to the velvet tones of Bret’s voice. His eyes steady and confidently focused on her. As if he really cared about how safely she traveled.

Taking a business card from the sun visor, Lacey wrote her cell phone number on the back and handed it to Bret. A few laughs later, Lacey was on her way to close the deal she had been sent to conclude.