It was only when I heard a mechanic wolf-whistle and looked for where the noise had come for that I noticed it and him - looking right up my dress. No...t wanting to spoil his fun, nor mine, I pretended not to notice him and stayed where I was. I was feeling brave, and lifted one foot onto the wheel of the parked car, pretending to adjust the fastening on my shoe. That must have given him a right eyeful. It got me a little excited and I felt a little rush of juices.One of the other mechanics came. Seeing her in those dresses I got an instant hard-on. I didn’t realize she had such nice boobs and I kept looking at the picture every now and then.Being a shy guy it took some courage for me to send the first ‘Hi’ on WhatsApp at night but it appeared as if she was just waiting for me to text her. She immediately started responding and we went on chatting and knowing each other. She was staying close by in a flat which her brother used to stay and was lying vacant and was staying with her only. .. Beneath were these words:When I saw about Living On Land and poems and read your stuff I thought you would understand so I sent you this, only it's not fiction it's real so don't publish my name or email PLEASE!Intrigued, and wishing to publish the poem – it fitted our name perfectly – I wrote back saying: Of course I won't, but can you give me a name of some kind, a nom-de-plume, something to identify you?He wrote: Alright, use Wendy. When we were little, my sister insisted on being called. Ok, was it Marilyn? Marilyn had been going out with my best friend in high school. But they broke up after graduation and before we all went off to college. We had hooked up the summer between freshman and sophomore years in college, and it had been pretty torrid for those two months. I still remember me coming to her house one night after work at my summer job. Her parents weren’t home, and she met me at the door wearing only her panties. Instead of using her single bed, we retired to her.