In the small town of Lansing, Michigan, lived a man named Harold. Harold was a simple man, worked as a mechanic at the local garage. He was in his early forties, average height, with a bit of a paunch, but his face was kind, and his blue eyes sparkled with intelligence.
One day, a young woman named Samantha moved into the neighborhood. She was a recent college graduate, with long, curly brown hair, big green eyes, and a body that could make a man’s head spin. Samantha was new to the area and was looking for work. She met Harold when she brought her car to his garage for a tune-up.
Harold couldn’t help but notice the way Samantha’s jeans hugged her curves. He felt a stirring in his pants, but he quickly pushed it aside. He was a professional, and he had a strict no-dating-customers policy.
But as the days went by, Harold found himself thinking about Samantha more and more. He couldn’t get her out of his head. He decided to break his own rule and ask her out for a drink. To his surprise, she said yes.
They met at a cozy little bar on the outskirts of town. They talked about everything and nothing, and before they knew it, they had spent hours together. Harold was enchanted by Samantha’s wit and charm.
As the night wore on, they found themselves at Harold’s house. They sat on the couch, and Harold put on some music. He reached for Samantha’s hand, and she didn’t pull away. He leaned in and kissed her.
Samantha responded eagerly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Harold could feel her tongue exploring his mouth, and he couldn’t help but get harder.
He reached up and started to unbutton Samantha’s blouse. She didn’t stop him. He slid it off her shoulders, revealing her lacy bra. He traced his fingers over the fabric, feeling her nipples harden under his touch.
Samantha moaned and leaned back on the couch. Harold took this as a sign to continue. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her breasts spilled out, and he couldn’t help but take one in his mouth.
Samantha arched her back and ran her fingers through Harold’s hair. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples, and she moaned louder.
