Saturday morning Donny was up first and after getting coffee in headed to begin vehicle repairs.

The sound of the air compressor turning on in the barn wakes Loril. Checking the time is impressed she's slept until 9am.

Getting up to begin her day smells the coffee waiting.

With the morning rituals out of the way Loril pours up cup of coffee and drops a couple slices of bread in the toaster.

Stirring the milk and sugar in she looks beyond the kitchen window to the barn. The big sliding door is partly open and the front bumper and grill of the car is the only thing visible inside the barn. Up and at it already eh, he must be excited to get it done. You know I should go out and give him a hand maybe learn something too. It be a great couples project to say I helped with.

After some peanut-butter toast and coffee Loril dresses for the occasion finding an old pair of stained cover-alls and one of her grandfathers' old green work shirts and jacket.

Entering the barn Donny can be seen taking the last of the tires off and rolling it over to lean against the other three.

"Morning hun," Loril waves to him, "up and at'er eh? Is it going to be a lot of work?"

"Morning dear," he displays is filthy hands, "this is just from getting the tires off. If the rusty wheel nuts are any indication this could drag into tomorrow."

"Oh," she actually likes seeing him get dirty, "well if I helped could you be done sooner?"

His first thought is explaining what she can do and has to do will probably make it take longer. Able to see she's dressed to get dirty he smiles appreciating the effort, "well, brakes pads aren't too hard to do but I think they may need to be bled off, which can be annoying and an oily mess."

"I don't mind the oily messes,"

"Oh really," seeing her nod Don has easy tasks, "well since you've got the hair tied back join me on the ground over here under the front of the car." He picks up a large adjustable crescent wrench walking to the front of the car.

"Oh do I get to do an oil change?" Thinking that a big deal in auto repair she smiles in anticipation following him.

"You betcha babe," Donny laughs a little manically.

Hearing the laugh she asks, "oh are you giving me his task just to see me covered in dirty engine oil?"

It actually wasn't but he is envisioning it now, "no. I was going to show how not to get the oil on you but..."

"Good I don't think I want to be tasting all day," She kneels with him in front of the car.

With the dirt floor of the barn he points back to an old house rug gathering dust, "we can throw that on the ground to lay on if you want?"

Knowing why the rug was retired to the barn she grimaces, "I think the dirt's cleaner than that old thing. I'll be fine."

"Okay," Donny gets onto the ground and crawls under the car.

Following his lead under she scan the many under carriage and motor components, all seem to becoming one covered in dirt and rust, "oh lots of rust. Is this car still okay to use at all?"

"Yeah," Donny reaches out pulling a corded trouble light under and turning it on, "I wouldn't want to do long distances with it but good for enough to get back and forth."

With the space lit up things appear worse to her, "if you say so."

"It'll be fine." Locating the engine's oil drain pan he points it out, "this is where the motor's oil is," he places the wrench on the lowest nut, "now I'll loosen this for you. The oil won't come out until the plug completely unscrews. There's a plastic container right over there meant for this, I'll hand it to you in second."

"Oh okay," seems simple enough to her, "so to avoid getting oil on the face don't stick under that."

"Yes, pretty simple," with some applied pressure and a grunt Donny cracks the drain plug's seal, "now just take this wrench and keep turning it the same way. I'll slide out and grab that container."

"Okay," nervously she takes hold of the wrench and releases it still requires strength to turn, "oh it's stiff. Is it suppose to be so stiff?"

"She moaned," Donny chuckles crawling out from under the motor, "it's stiff from being in there twenty plus years."

With a complete turn of the plug it loosens for her, "will it start?"

He shrugs picking up the container, "first thing I did was removed the battery and hooked it up to the charger. Hopefully it'll recharge it in a few hours." He slides the container under, "there you go. If the plug falls in don't worry we'll fish it out. When the oil starts flowing come on out and wait for it to finish."

"What are you going to do?" The plug is loose enough she sets the wrench aside to turn it by hand. "oh the oils starting to drip out."

"That's good." Donny pulls a stool over to the back wheel, "I'll be right back here changing out the brakes."

"Oh there it goes," she gets the plug free managing to keep a hold of it as the oil gushes out, "all over my hand ewww."

Coming out from under the car Loril asks what else can be done waiting for the oil to drain. As she wipes off the oily hand on an old rag Donny instructs her on how to replace the main air filter.

Taking on the simple challenge Loril changes the filter before Donny finishes the first brake replacement.

By this time the engine oil had drain out and Loril crawls back under the car to re-install the plug, "how tight does this thingy need to be in?"

"Get it in as far as possible by hand, use the wrench until real strength is needed they give it a good quarter to half turn."

Carefully getting the threads to line up she begins twisting it in by hand, "How will I know when that is?"

He half jokes, "you'll need to make that cute little grunt you do when moving heavy things, like the couch when you want to vacuum under it."

"Funny hun," she sarcastically remarks reaching the point the wrench is required.

Moving over to begin replacement of the second brake Donny hears Loril emit the grunt and he snickers.

"Shut-up," Loril utters with a smile content with the effort made.

Knowing where the oil goes Loril gets right to it. Her noticeable contentment in the task Donny takes a few minutes to praise the effort and instruct on coolant replacement. Which she handled easily although soaked a pant leg and the sleeves of the jacket during the process.

With Donny finally onto the last of the brakes Loril had little to do on the car. Afraid of electrocution she refused to re-install the battery. Thrilled with her new-found capabilities and enjoying the day working alongside Donny she tackled the truck.

When Donny finished with the brakes Loril was topping up the truck's coolant level.

Checking on the battery the indicator reads 75% charged so Donny figures through it in see if the car will fire up.

Satisfied with the fluid replacement Loril closes the engine hood of the truck, "there, should be good for the winter too. Even put that winter washer fluid in."

"Nice," Donny's more focused on making the final battery connection, "one more easy thing for you over here."

"Oh yeah? What's that?" She walks up beside noticing the how dirty he's gotten and likes it, "oh look at you, working all dirty and sweaty."

"Thanks," backing out of the engine compartment Donny sees how dirty she's gotten and likes it, "oh you know babe I don't think I've seen a hotter woman in baggy coveralls."

"Really?" She almost blushes, "well, so where do you want me now?" She cutely winks.

Winking back he motions to the car, "driver's seat cranking this old puppy over."

"Okay," she pinches his ass in passing, "just to clarify you want me to start the car?"

He nods, "well you've already got me started."

Blowing a kiss she eases into the car locating the keys in the ignition, "here goes."

"Giver'a lil'gas too"

"Alright." Loril pumps the gas pedal while turning the ignition.

The car struggles to start and stay running from the old gas but does eventually after a few patient moments and odd engine knocking the Granada rumbles away.

Exhilarated by their day Loril wraps arms around Donny's waist and plants a kiss on his lips, "great job today hunny."

"We sure did a great job today. What a team we are." Hugging her back as the vehicles rumble he returns a passionate kiss.

Taking it she's ready for more and keeps it going. Of course into it Donny will carry on as long as she will. Soon their hands slip under each others' jackets mimicking caresses, slowly up and down the back working towards the front.

As her hand reaches his side and glides down to the hip she slides it under his shirt on the way up stretching out for chest. Don gladly mirrors the caress on the down stroke both hesitate to make a few gentle fingered circles around each other's nipples.

Both ready to go keep kissing while attempting to move the other elsewhere, Loril's ready to take it inside, Donny thinking right there and now. She breaks a kiss to whisper in his ear, "it's too chilly outside."

He whispers in her ear, "thought we should christen the Granada and test it's heater."

Not the most comfortable spot however Loril's willing, "of course."

Giggling like back in teenagers climb into the back seat close the doors and turn the car heater on.

Going back to kisses and caresses they slowly disrobe each other. Taking their time allows the car to warm up, and their bodies to heat up.

Exploring one another they leave dirty grease finger and hand prints behind. A mound of tossed clothes builds in the foot-well as they and the car get too hot. Both slyly smirk at the prints they've made especially upon the chest making it even hotter for them. With only underwear and socks left they clutch the worn waist band of the other and share a knowing wink. Swiftly jerking their clutched hands away shed the garments off.

Straddling Donny's lap with a devilish grin Loril joins them. Tossing his underwear aside she grasps the back of his neck in one hand and his shoulder with the other. Don employs his hands to cup her buttocks assisting her ease up and down his inflamed shaft.

Working in rhythm quickly bring each other to satisfyingly tingling orgasm.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders she whispers, "I could do that again. But somewhere with more room."

"Okay," understanding and willing Donny kisses her, "to bed with us?"

"Perhaps," not with how dirty they are, "think we both need a good scrubbin' first."

"I'd say," He winks handing her the green work shirt.

Grabbing the shirt and other garments they cover up enough to turn off the vehicles and make the dash inside.