I used to manage all the maintenance at a large school bus lot. This particular site had about 200 buses, so pretty big and busy, six or eight mechanics, noise, lots of bus drivers wandering through, constant bus traffic coming and going. The building was old, ramshackle, prone to flooding from a nearby creek, and had been added onto several times.
One of the add-ons was a tire room, which still had a dirt floor. It had a battered, homemade door on it which didn't lock and mostly would just flop shut under its own weight. We kept all our spares, used tires and rims in there, along with some other mechanical flotsam and jetsam (big spare parts, snowblowers, etc). Automotive shops can get extremely grimy and dirty over time if not attended to regularly, and this place was no exception. That old tire room also had a healthy decoration of several decades worth of cobwebbing.
Couple of years into my employment I started fucking a very cute, redheaded, housewife bus driver. Finding places for a quickie was always kind of problematic, and we ended up fucking on school buses out on the lot most of the time, one of us keeping an eye out during the act. Then there was the tire room, which we eventually began ducking into from time to time. Dangerous; we could hear people walking by just on the other side of the dilapidated, non-locking door. And then we had to exit the room afterward. If anyone had seen her coming out of there they'd have instantly known what was up. But such was the heat of desire and excitement from the danger.
And that little barn sided, tin roofed room was so dirty. I swear she must've gone home many times with dusty, black tire tread marks on her ass, cobwebs in her hair, and barn dirt in her shoes. All that happened over 20 years ago. I'm kinda chuckling to myself remembering it all.
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