so imagine being at Scott and Richards auto shop and rich is the only one there. its hot as fuck outside and you can tell he just came in from working on replacing parts in the old run-down looking cars outside because he's shirtless, trying to wipe off sweat and black oil and soot from his skin. You glance down and see where his happy trail disappears beneath the somewhat visible waistband of black boxer briefs, peeking out of his belt and tight, ratty old blue jeans. He asks "What can I help ya with?" sounding pretty tired, but still making an effort to be hospitable. You tell him you came to pick up a certain model of a part for your dad, and he stops for a second to slowly slick his hair back while he looks up at the ceiling in contemplation. "Uhh, I think we have one or two of those, but they're backstock. Why don't you come around back in storage and help me look?"
You kind of hesitate because you, understandably, know jack shit about cars, but you don't really know how to say 'no', so you go with him. The back room is somewhat small, maybe half the size of the actual store. Some shelves are packed with marked and unmarked boxes and some are sparse or empty. While you're caught up looking around, you don't realize that Rich is behind you until you feel his hand resting on your lower back and you jump. "Don't think I didn't notice how you were lookin' at me, young lady." He says in a quiet, sinister, playful tone. His hand starts to glide slowly up and down your back, feeling the curvature through your shirt as you gasp and arch your spine just barely. Then, his other hand moves to rest lightly on your hip and he leans in to whisper, right into your ear, "Have you ever been touched properly, or am I gonna be the first, baby?" in that cracky, raspy voice. His breath sends you into a full-body shiver, and he gets a crooked smirk on his face as he grabs your waist and turns you to face him, pulling you in so you're pressed against his bare torso, looking up at him in the dim lighting. He takes your hands and guides them to touch his sides, still grinning down at you. "You're so red, darlin'. You like this?" he teases, but he starts pulling your hands further and further up, until he's got your hands around the back of his neck... "I suggest you hold on." he says, and he bends down to grab you by your ass and the back of your thighs and lifts you up suddenly to put your legs around his hips and you let out a squeak. For several seconds, you're face to face with him as he walks you over to an empty wooden table, setting you down and getting himself more closely slotted between your thighs, lightly grinding against you through your clothes, and you can feel that he's already hard. Hovering over you, he pants softly and so do you, your hot breath making it even hotter than it already was in this poorly air conditioned room. Richard's fingertips find their way under the hem of your shirt, and you gasp as you feel him run his hands over your skin as they slide further and further up, groping your chest and rubbing his thumbs over your nipples and making you hiss through your teeth. He takes your shirt and bra off, leaving you now equally exposed to each other, while he starts to slowly unbuckle his belt and zip his pants while you watch his rough, bony fingers work at it. You can see his huge bulge very clearly through his boxers now, and he slowly pulls himself out of them one inch at a time while he watches you sweat bullets. Once fully out, he tantalizingly strokes himself with one veiny calloused hand and you can see his cock is twitching as he looks you up and down, making you sweat just a bit more. With a growl, he gets back on top of you and starts immediately kissing your neck feverishly, wet, hot mouth moving against your skin as if he's going to devour you, and he makes small grunts of pleasure as you make louder moans and sighs, and you can feel his dick throb against your lower stomach. You start to feel his teeth and tongue above your collarbones and in the crook of your neck and shoulder and then his hands tugging at the waistband of your pants, and you whimper as you feel him slide them down your thighs. He moves to get his hips lined up with yours, and bows his neck so his mouth is licking and sucking at your chest and his hands grab you hard by the waist. You can feel his length pressed against your wet slit and you shift your hips a little and he rubs against you. You start to do it more, desperate for friction, but Rich soon grabs you by the hips and pins them down, immobilizing you. "You want more? Is that it?" he whispers, halting all touch and movement completely. "Tell me you want me to fuck you." You turn your face away in embarrassment, but softly, you give him what he wants to hear. As soon as you do, he starts grinding against you, making both of you give shuddering moans into the burning hot air around you. Then, he moves one hand down to grab the base of his cock, guiding the tip to your entrance, slowly and barely pressing it inside. You gasp and a jolt of pleasure shoots through you, and even with just the tiniest bit inside, you can feel him stretching you out. He looks up at you with those sharp, icy eyes, watching your expression as he suddenly slams his hips forwards and gets his length all the way in. You throw your head back and cry out an "oh, fuck", triggering a reaction in Richard that makes him almost ravenous. He immediately starts fucking you hard and fast, craving more of your reactions. You try to feebly cover your mouth with one hand, but he snatches your wrist and pins it above your head so he can hear every little sound you make. "Oh, yeah, you fucking like that? God, you're so tight..." he snarls, grabbing you up and pressing your bodies together so he can pant and groan into your neck, and you get both arms around his sides to drag your nails down his lean back, and he's pretty thin, but his shoulders are especially toned and muscular from the work he's constantly doing. You can hear the wet, lewd sound of skin-on-skin contact every time his hips connect harshly with yours, and his moans are starting to become more fervent whereas yours are dying out into high pitched whines in your tightened throat. In the back of your mind, you wonder if there have been any more customers waiting for service in the front, but you suspect that anyone who shows up will just have to wait around and end up leaving, because Richard's not going to stop fucking you until he's thoroughly satisfied.