Neighbor's Garage Seduction

It had been an incredibly long day at the university. The blistering Coimbatore summer was almost here and my first-year final exams were finally over. Things can get pretty stressful for a young woman leaving her teens behind and trying to navigate college life. I got to our front porch at about 3:30 PM and checked our postbox. We live in a nice, quiet middle-class suburban layout where people like me can walk home without our parents worrying too much about safety.

Nothing but electricity bills for Amma and Appa. I don't get a lot of mail, except an occasional letter or package from my grandparents who live fifty kilometers away in a small village. I dropped my heavy canvas bag on the living room sofa, kicked my sandals off, and headed straight to the kitchen. I grabbed a chilled bottle of Thums Up from the fridge to cool myself off. The afternoons were really starting to get humid and hot again. Just as I took a sip, I heard some metallic clanking noises coming from the backyard and walked towards the kitchen window to see what it might be.

I peeked through the window blinds and saw our neighbor, Mr. Menon, weeding and clipping his garden plants. He is a large, heavily built man, who kinda reminds me of a South Indian Santa Claus, thick white beard and all. He is a retired college professor, and has been divorced for about six years now. He does a lot of yard work at this time of year to keep himself busy.

Our backyards are separated by a low brick compound wall with a wire fence on top, so watching him work is incredibly easy. His cotton shirt was getting completely soaked from perspiration, but he was wearing loose cargo shorts so at least his legs could breathe in the oppressive heat. I grabbed an extra bottle of Thums Up from the fridge, put on a pair of old athletic shoes, and stepped out into the backyard. Mr. Menon was caught entirely by surprise as I walked up to the fence and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "Hi, Mr. Menon. I brought you something cold to drink."

"Oh, hi, Archana. You startled me. And thank you, that's very thoughtful of you. Are you on your summer vacation yet?" he asked, wiping his brow. He started putting some of his gardening tools aside on a wooden bench. "Yes, Mr. Menon. College is finally out. I don't have to go to any summer remedial classes since I actually did much better this year." He nodded approvingly as he took a long, refreshing sip of the dark soda.

"Why don't we get out of this blazing sun? I have to finish working on my old Mahindra Jeep. You can keep me company in the garage," he offered. I nodded and walked around the gate to follow Mr. Menon to his large, shaded garage. I have always made a point of keeping him company, especially over the last couple of years since I grew up. Suddenly, a miniature spanner fell out of his heavy toolbox, and I bent down to pick it up for him. He quickly said, "It's okay, Archana. I'll get that."

As he squatted down to retrieve the tool, one of Mr. Menon's balls slipped out the right side of his loose cotton shorts. I honestly couldn't help but look. He must not be wearing any underwear underneath them in this heat. His shorts were kinda short and baggy after all. Mr. Menon has nice, heavy big balls, I thought to myself, feeling a sudden flush of heat in my cheeks.

"Archana?" he said softly, as I realized that I was blatantly staring. Mr. Menon looked down and instantly realized that I could see something that I definitely shouldn't be seeing. He slowly got up, and we put the gardening stuff down in the small shed next to the garage. The heavy metal hood of his Jeep was propped open, and greasy tools and equipment were lying on a long wooden workbench to the side. The air smelled of motor oil and summer dust.

"I'm going to go get out of my college clothes. My mom will get furious if this kurti gets dirty with grease while I help you." He removed his sweat-soaked shirt entirely and wiped the heavy sweat off his brow. The top button on his cutoff denim shorts was unbuttoned to let his Santa Claus belly hang out comfortably. His broad chest was covered in thick, silver-grey hair, all soaked and glistening in sweat. He looked me over for a second and smiled warmly. He laid down on the mechanic's creeper and smoothly slid under the heavy Jeep.

I ran back to my house, quickly stripped off my restrictive college clothes, and replaced them with a thin, tight cotton t-shirt and the bottom of a two-piece swimsuit I usually wore to the local club pool. I began to run back to his house, hesitated for a brief moment, and made the bold decision not to put my bra back on as I spent some lazy afternoon time with Mr. Menon. My titties had really begun to blossom recently, but it was simply too hot to wear that constricting thing for the rest of the day.

All this running back and forth was getting me really hot too, in more ways than one. Looking down at my waist, I thought... maybe this bathing suit bottom has gotten a bit too small and tight for me. But I really didn't think he would mind. I walked back into the dim garage and squatted down near the front tire to see what he was doing. But it was a bit too dark to totally see him under the chassis of the Jeep.

"Why don't you tell me how the last day of college went, Archana?" I noticed a slightly different, deeper tone in his voice, but I couldn't quite tell what it meant. "Well, we didn't have that much to do. We were all just waiting for the final bell to ring. All the students just wanted to start the summer break as soon as possible," I giggled softly, resting my elbows on my bare knees.

His zipper had somehow gotten half undone as he shifted and worked under the Jeep. Although it was dark, I could easily see some of his thick, grey pubes sticking out through the denim gap. I knew his cock must be very close by. Being nineteen now, I had definitely started to watch when men got boners, and especially if I might have been the direct cause of it. He was too far under the heavy vehicle to know that I was staring intently right between his spread legs.

I began to feel a familiar, heavy tingling sensation between my own legs, secretly hoping to see his boner in the flesh... a fantasy which had begun to happen in my mind a lot lately. As a result, I discreetly reached down and started to slowly rub my cunny right through the slick nylon fabric of my swimsuit bottom. I continued to rub myself and stare at Mr. Menon's noticeably bulging shorts. After a minute of tense silence, he asked, "Do you have a boyfriend yet? You're around that age when you should be interested in men, am I right?"

The bulge in his tight denim shorts appeared to grow thicker with each passing minute as I considered how to answer him. "Can you hand me a spanner, Archana? It's the red one on the third shelf to your left." I reached up, located his request, and handed it to him as he continued working on the greasy undercarriage. He bent his hairy knees and put his bare feet flat on the concrete ground. I thought he was getting ready to slide out from underneath.

I went back into my original position, squatting right in front of Mr. Menon's lower half. His knees spread a bit wider than before, and I could now clearly see straight up his right pant leg. "Have you started to date yet?" he asked again, his voice echoing slightly under the metal frame. "No... Amma says I have to wait until I am twenty-one and finished with my degree, which I don't think is very fair at all." "Bet you are highly interested in learning what to do with men on dates, aren't you?"

"Yeah... I think about that kind of stuff a lot..." Mesmerized at the illicit sight of the grown man's heavy balls, I tried my best to answer his questions evenly. "I don't know, Mr. Menon. College boys are just so immature. But some of the older guys... I kinda like..." I rubbed my cunny some more, kinda pushing the tight edge of the bathing suit deep into my little slit. He shifted his left thigh further to the left, giving me an absolutely unobstructed, clearer view of what he had hiding in his shorts.

I let out a soft little gasp as Mr. Menon's cock and balls were now completely exposed to the open air. I boldly slid my hand up the side of my bathing suit and pushed my bare finger inside. I was getting so incredibly hot at the thrilling sight of Mr. Menon seemingly unknowingly exposing himself to me, that my cunny had gotten dripping wet. "Tell me more, Archana. What exactly do you like about these men?"

His cock was getting rapidly engorged, and getting harder and thicker by the second. "I used to hate boys. All of them. But some of them have begun to be nice... and I kinda really enjoy them looking at my body." Mr. Menon's mature cock was now completely rock hard, and much, much larger than I had ever imagined a grown-up's cock would be... and it was starting to ooze some clear, shiny liquid right at the slit. I began to fantasize about men out loud as I continued.

"When I went to a friend's birthday pool party at the club last Saturday, I was wearing this exact bathing suit, plus the top part of course, and the guys were wearing tight swim trunks. Some of them were... much bigger than others." Mr. Menon took a sudden, deep breath under the Jeep. "That pink bathing suit looks very, very good on you, Archana... at least the bottoms do. But... what do you mean when you said some were bigger than others?"

"Some guys just seem to have way more packed in their bathing suits than others. Just like some of the older girls had bigger, you know, breasts." I stopped and thought... How did Mr. Menon know I was wearing my pink bathing suit? He couldn't see my waist from under there. "Did you play with any of those men while you were in the pool?" His thick cock was now bobbing up and down, pulsing with a raging, undeniable hardon.

I slid my wet finger deeper into my cunny, playing with myself some more as I watched it throb. "No, Mr. Menon. I've never played with anyone." He reached out and handed me back the greasy spanner. "Put this back in the toolbox, sweetie." I grabbed the heavy tool and placed it neatly in the metal box. After I turned around, Mr. Menon was now just sliding out from under the Jeep. His broad, hairy chest was partially smeared with dark motor oil.

He casually reached down to adjust his denim shorts, tucking himself away. He then smiled up at me as if to say that he completely didn't know that he was hanging out of his shorts the whole time. I smiled back, my heart pounding. I looked up alongside the roof of his Jeep and noticed a heavy section of metal chain that went up to a mechanical pulley mounted on some thick wooden boards up above near the ceiling. At the end of it, there was a thick leather strap.

"What do you use that chain thing for?" I asked, genuinely curious. Before he answered, I noticed a very big, mischievous smile spreading on his bearded face. "My wife and I used to use it all of the time, back several years ago. Right now I just use it to hoist out my engine block or assist me as I work heavy parts on the Jeep."

"How in the world would you and your wife use something mechanical like that?" I said, reaching upwards on my toes to touch the worn leather strap. He looked deeply at me and smiled again, his eyes flashing. "Well, I could always show you, but you would have to keep it a strict secret. Can you do that?" I thought for a moment about its possible naughty uses and excitedly decided to let him go ahead and show me.

"You have been a great friend through the years and I would never say anything to Amma and Appa or anyone else about the stuff we do and talk about," I assured him. "This should be very fun... but from now on, can you call me Mohan instead of Mr. Menon?" he asked smoothly. "Sure, Mohan. Now show me exactly how you and your wife used this chain thing," I demanded playfully. "The motor makes some noise, but let me bring this gadget down to your level," he instructed.

He leaned over to the wall and pressed a faded green button. The chain mechanism violently started up, and after he made a quick settings change, the leather straps lowered to a point where they were just about level with my face. "Don't freak out now, but let me show you how I used to use this thing to make my wife very, very happy. Put your hands up above your head for a second," he instructed. His bizarre request caught me by surprise, but I hesitantly moved my hands up as he described.

Being closer to it than a few minutes ago, I noticed the end was almost exactly like a thick belt buckle with little holes. As soon as I had my hands in place, he smoothly circled the leather around my wrists, and then snapped the heavy buckle firmly in place. "What happens now?" I asked, feeling somewhat suspiciously thrilled. Then I heard the chain mechanism begin whirring again, but only for a few short seconds. Much to my shock, the leather around my wrists was stretched upward, and I was now almost dangling on my bare tiptoes.

Mr. Menon... I mean Mohan... sat down on a nearby wooden chair and looked up at my stretched body. "How do you feel, Archana?" he asked softly. I looked down, and once again, his massive cock had begun to push aggressively out the front of his unzipped pants. "A little helpless," I admitted, my breathing growing shallow. But looking back down at his tight shorts, it was also a bit incredibly exciting. Wicked thoughts went through my mind of being totally under this older man's control, forced to follow whatever dirty things he might want to do to me.

He stood up slowly and stood directly in front of me, his chest inches from mine. "I can understand those thoughts... but remember, you were not entirely honest with me when I was under the Jeep, were you?" "What do you mean?" I asked, trying frantically to remember what I might have said wrong. "I watched you look at my cock... and I also watched you rub your little wet pussy. Am I right?"

I turned a deep shade of scarlet as he spoke those explicit words out loud. I was totally caught, but hearing those filthy words also made my little twat begin to twitch with intense, undeniable excitement. "You're right..." I began to confess, but he immediately interrupted me. "Those were two very normal, beautiful reactions to being sexually excited... but now it's gonna be my turn to make you feel... even more horny."

"But before we begin, I have this blindfold I am going to tie securely around your head. And before you object... keep in mind, not seeing or expecting what I will be doing to you... will become very exciting to you shortly." Listening to his commanding words, I was absolutely thrilled... and kept completely silent. He pulled out a black silk blindfold from a drawer and attached it tightly to the back of my head. Total darkness enveloped me.

Then, I could feel his rough, calloused hands slowly begin to unbutton my thin cotton top, starting from the very bottom. I suddenly remembered I had elected not to wear a bra, but what he was doing was "way sexy" as button after button was agonizingly undone. I had no choice but to sense exactly what he was doing with his naughty hands... and soon it felt like he had every single button opened... baring my sensitive titties for him to see up close in the garage light.

"I've wanted so badly to touch and admire these treasures," he said, as I felt his rough fingertips lightly touch my rock-hard, erect nipples. "I have watched them grow since you were a little girl," he whispered huskily. Standing closely behind me, he slipped his large fingers under my open blouse and heavily cupped both bare breasts with his hands. My nipples felt like they grew two sizes in ten seconds as he began to masterfully manipulate my boobs.

He was not clumsily grabbing and squeezing them like a frantic college boy my age, but instead almost worshipfully caressing them with obviously many years of seasoned experience. "Let's just button this up... from behind," he whispered, as he took the sides of the front of the blouse, pulled them tightly back behind my back, and re-buttoned them so that my naked breasts were now fully, permanently visible to his hungry view. "What are your thoughts so far?" he asked.

He reached from behind and, using both thumbs and first fingers, began to gently pinch my already stiff nipples. All I knew was my pussy was twitching like crazy, dripping with wicked excitement... the more he tweaked my sensitive buds. "Like you said... I am feeling VERY horny right now... Mohan." I was so incredibly glad there were no windows in his garage for others to see me being pulled up and touched like a piece of meat. Then, I heard the distinct mechanical click-whir of a camera shutter.

"Are you taking pictures of me?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Of course. Later we can watch them on the big TV in my living room. But... It's time to increase your level of passion, Archana... and this tight pink swimsuit bottom... just has to go." And before I could even formulate an objection, I felt his thick fingers inside the nylon garment, ruthlessly loosening the sides, and in seconds, he had ripped my suit all the way down to my knees.

At the same time, he had raced around in front of me, and I knew he was obviously staring directly at my recently shaved muff, probably with pure, unfiltered desire burning in his eyes. "Lookie here... I am so excited you are all wet... Archana," he groaned... taking his thick finger and aggressively spreading my slippery outer lips down below, in search of... I was sure, my clit. He did not know it, but my clit was so very sensitive...

And Jesus, his greasy fingers were already driving me absolutely wild! I began to moan loudly as he gently rubbed that special, swollen bump back and forth and up and down in the slick wetness. "Told you... you'd like being exposed and helpless like this. And look what you have done to me. Oh that's right, you didn't see me take off my cut-offs and let my big cock go completely free."

"You may have looked at part of it while I was under my Jeep... but soon you will feel its wicked length and maybe even get to touch it." I was fantasizing wildly while listening to his dirty words, but soon something incredibly soft, hot, and stiff had taken the place of his fingers on my clit. "Don't be worried, girl... but rubbing this big, thick cock of mine up and down this wet little passage makes us both feel absolutely awesome." And his words could not have been more accurate.

Again... not being able to see for sure... but it felt like he was aggressively rubbing his hard cock right inside my slippery pussy lips, and making sure my swollen clit was being brushed up against as well... again and again. It started off slowly... but my pussy was beginning to become... almost on fire with pure pleasure with these slick movements. "How does this feel?" he asked, playfully sticking the blunt tip of his cock deep into my inner lips.

"Please don't stop Mohan... uff... it's never felt like this before!" I admitted desperately as my suspended hips began to buck and move up against his stiff shaft. "If you liked that... then let's try this," he said, and taking the place of his cock was a very active, wet tongue that was now ruthlessly licking all over my pussy... but especially right on my violently throbbing clit. Again and again he bathed my sensitive bud with his hot tongue, and soon I couldn't take the building pressure anymore.

"Holy fuck..." I shouted into the garage. "Aahh... that feels sooooooooooo good!" I screamed as my entire body shook violently with massive orgasmic relief. For a moment, I actually pulled myself up the leather strap so that I could grind down and enjoy even more what he was doing to my soaked core. For the next several seconds, my body twisted and turned with total, uncontrollable excitement as I hung suspended from the ceiling.

Then, I finally felt his wet mouth leave my pussy. Next, the chain drive started up with a clank, and the burning tension on my wrists and hands soon relaxed as I was lowered to the floor. My wrists were now in front of my chest, and I felt Mohan unbuckling the heavy leather latch. "I am going to go catch a quick shower, Archana. Go ahead and use the bathroom by the kitchen inside and get yourself cleaned up. We still have a few solid hours before your parents get home, and we are going to take full advantage of it."