<strong>Tagged:</strong>Alex<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rusty Mullet<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“F-Frankie,” Wiggy stuttered in shock, “No! I mean, w-we’re just- Plus, I don’t… think… she would…” The techie’s incoherent rambling quickly trailed off as she felt a gentle tug on her zipper, causing her to tentatively glance down. Only it wasn’t Alex’s firm dark hands that she saw but rather a more delicate set of digits, recognizable by the stains earned from countless hours spent in an engine or toolbox. Suddenly a flash of a certain mechanic’s smiling face dominated Wiggy's thoughts, with that familiar wild look in her eyes topped only by her spikey blonde hair. It was the first time the technician had ever thought of Frankie in such a way. And while she knew it wasn’t possible, she couldn’t help but revel in the fantasy as she watched her zipper descend inch by inch. It was enough to keep her almost completely ignorant of the bar even as the widening gap of her uniform threatened to expose her barely contained breasts.<br/><br/>And then, with a flick, the daydream ended…<br/><br/>Wiggy gave a loud yelp as she was ripped back into reality only to be greeted by the sight of Alex trying, if failing miserably, to look innocent. At first she was embarrassed, then she was angry, but in the end both were smothered by a more dominant feeling, one which glimmered clearly in her eyes as she allowed her gaze to linger over the young man’s smug form. Gingerly, Wiggy bit her lower lip as she recollected the words mentioned by him during her brief reverie. “Public,” she pondered with some amusement as she slipped from her seat. With her zip lowered far enough to expose the top of her neatly-trimmed mound, Wiggy felt things were public enough. Even if nobody behind her could see, the once-shy techie could practically imagine every eye in the room digging into her back. With this in mind, she believed it only fair to repay the favour.<br/><br/>“Maybe,” she replied dismissively as her body pressed close against his own, her one hand snaking around and under his shirt to trace the taut lines of his back while the other playfully toyed with his buckle. “Have you,” she cooed seductively as her fingers deftly flicked the belt open before sneakily squeezing into the small opening above the zipper. Wiggy instantly made contact with her wanted target, a large bulge still protected by the thin line of his underwear. With a naughty grin, she stared into Alex’s eyes as she began to gently caress the fat package, intent on coaxing it out from its hiding space. All the while, she ensured that her body was properly placed to block the sight of any curious patrons.