The peak of perfection

Emira's finely toned body was waiting for Jessie. Her sleek, smooth, sensual curves Jessie desired, but with his salary, he could only possess her for this short, prearranged date. But if that’s all he could get, it would have to do. She was the vision of perfection; maybe someday, he could have her for his own.

But for now, Jessie would take what was offered, his heart beating in anticipation. He pulled up her covering, found her special place, and then carefully put his tool in the precise spot for maximum stimulus. Emira responded, a high-bred beauty reaching her peak. Her fine body now trembled in response. Jessie applied a fine-tuned, delicate touch. He could not rush in; he must take his time.

She soon responded with a growing burst of power, her driving force reacting smoothly to his careful stroke. Then, at last, she culminated into a final uplifting moment of perfection. Now came a soft, satisfied sound. Emira's body lay in satisfaction under him. Jessie knew she had reached her peak. He then removed his tool.

Jessie stood outside his little shop, watching her female owner drive Emira away, her beautiful smooth sound fading in the distance. He knew he could never own her. So now, all he could do was wait for her next tune-up. Jessie turned back into his little auto shop, and put away his toolbox. Someday, he will own a sleek Emira Lotus sports car exactly like her.