When I heard him groan, I glanced back, and then saw the first hot spurt of cum shooting over my fist. I grabbed him in my other hand, squeezing his cock in my glove, letting him spill over onto the material, cleaning the head with it before tucking him back in and zipping him up.

"Don't stop working," I murmured, putting my bare hand against the crotch of his jeans. "If you get it fixed, I've got an even better reward. I'll be waiting inside with a nice warm pussy for you to fuck, baby."

I gave him a good squeeze and, grinning, headed into the house. I was peeling off my layers and fantasizing about making us hot chocolate and tomato soup when Matt came into the kitchen from the living room, seeing me standing by the side door.

"I'm sorry, baby, you look like you're freezing." He came up and gave me a kiss on my cold, flushed cheek. "But the good news is, I met a mechanic today who said he'd come look at the car, so you won't have to walk anymore."

I blushed red, staring at him, my mouth working but no sound coming out.

"Mechanic?" I finally choked out, glancing over my shoulder when I heard the side door open.

"Found your problem!" The mechanic was a balding guy with a ponytail, and he was grinning right at me. "Now, little lady, how's about that reward?"

Candy Hearts

You crack open a fortune cookie and find: "Help me, I'm stuck in a fortune cookie factory!" Everybody laughs…but do you see people up in arms about it, anyone picketing for the ethical treatment of fortune-cookie workers? Some poor guy makes his one break for it, sends up a desperate flare, casts his little message in a bottle, and we all laugh.

But I tell ya, I know how he feels. I've been pouring pink syrup into a machine for six months now, day after day, and I can't take it anymore. I can sympathize with the guy. There’s nothing more monotonous than working in a food factory. Nothing interesting ever happens. Well, at least most of the time. I have no doubt the people who made the fortune cookies were driving the people who wrote the fortunes just batshit, and the guy cracked and went all Norma Rae on them. (No bad fortune cookie pun intended, I swear it.)