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Car Wash

By: The_Odalisque



“Paul, turn the water on again, will you, Babe?” I ask, getting ready to rinse the soap from the roof of the car. 

I could have gone to the car wash--it would have been faster--but I had the time, it’s such a nice afternoon . . . and it occurred to me that we could have some fun, if I can get some help. 

Plunging the sponge into the soapy water, I go to work on the hood. Leaning waaaay over, I can feel the crotch of my cutoffs wedge securely between the globes of my ass, exposing my alabaster flesh to his glance. 

In an effort to reach across to the center of the car, I stand on tiptoe, one foot off of the pavement, making sure that my thighs are parted so that he can get an eyeful of my freshly-shaven pussy from the back. 

Paul’s reaction is almost immediate. “Here, Candace, let me help you with that,” he murmurs into my ear. His body presses against mine, his broad chest pushes against my back, forcing me against the wet car. His crotch is insinuated against my ass, I can feel his erection--Jesus, it’s already so hard--pressing between my cheeks. I push back against him, wiggling my butt against his hard-on, turning to grin at him wickedly. 

“What’s that in your pocket, Paul?” I ask playfully. 

“It’s a specialty tool, made for working in the cracks and crevices of the chassis,” he responds, pushing his cock against my ass again, just in case I missed the point. 

His arms encircle my waist, his hands find my breasts, kneading them, playing with my nipples, pinching, twisting, enjoying the way I’m starting to squirm against him. 

“Paul, don’t! Not in out here in front where everybody can see!” I squeal. 

“You’re the one who wanted to wash the car dressed like Daisy Mae--don’t wimp out now. You’ve got to learn to finish what you start, you little tease!” 

He grabs the waistband of my shorts, tugging upwards sharply, effectively “pantsing” me, the crotch pulled up firmly against my cunt lips, making my pussy and my clit throb with an almost painful intensity. 

I feel the fingers of his right hand slide between my asscheeks, teasing my rosebud. Despite my concern about being observed, I can’t help but savor the feel of his probing fingers and involuntarily I press back against his hand. 

Putting both hands on the sides of my hips, my lover turns me to face him, his glance taking in the now transparent t-shirt which is clinging wetly to my braless breasts. Nipples hard, areolae plainly visible, I feel more conspicuous than if I were naked. 

But my self-consciousness is diverted by the lump in the crotch of his jeans. My hand reaches out to stroke his turgid rod and after a moment, my fingers find the tab of his fly and pull the zipper down. Before he can stop me, my hand slides into the opening and my fingers curl tightly around his thick cock. I lean into him, my face upturned, lips parted, preparing to kiss him and . . . 

“Hey guys, want some help?” Bob, Paul’s neighbor, has decided to lend a hand. 

“No thanks, Bob, we’ve got everything under control,” Paul replies cheerfully. 

“Oh, come on. It’s no trouble. It always helps to have an extra pair of hands, you know.” 

“You may have a point,” Paul concedes, looking at me speculatively. 

“I don’t know what you’re thinking about Paul, but whatever it is, just forget it,” I hiss. 

“What’s wrong with you? The man just wants to help, Candace. Jeez, you’re so paranoid!” Paul whispers teasingly. 

Bob grabs the extra sponge and goes to work on the trunk of the car. 

Not wanting to expose myself to his neighbor, I turn away and continue washing the hood, acutely aware of Paul’s body still pressing against me. His prick, pre-cum oozing from the head, has worked its way from the open fly of his jeans and is now sliding up and down between my legs, rubbing against me from my soaking pussy to my asshole. 

Bob grabs the hose, rinses the trunk and starts to wash the side rear panel of the car, seemingly oblivious to our carnal play. “The key to a good car wash is to use plenty of water,” he comments idly. 

“Yeah, it makes a big difference when everything is really wet,” Paul mutters as he pushes me against the car again, sliding his cock into my sopping wet cunt. “Take it, you little bitch. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he whispers in my ear. My pussy automatically starts to contract around his hardness. 

Paul’s hands grab my ass and roughly move it back and forth against his swollen cock. I hear him grunt as he thrusts into me. 

“Come for me, Candace. Let’s see if you can have an orgasm without disturbing ANY of the neighbors. Don’t take too long. Any minute Bob is going to look up and see you with my cock inside of you. What are you going to do if he decides that he wants some of your hot pussy, too?” 

The thought simultaneously stimulates and terrifies me. I move against him more rapidly, one hand reaching behind me and into his open fly, my fingers finding his tight balls. I start to squeeze, to massage, to caress his balls as best I can. My hand comes forward, my fingers encircle the base of his cock, squeezing, tugging, stroking, desperate to feel him shoot his jism inside of my hungry pussy. 

Paul’s hands cup my breasts again, pinching my nipples, pulling them away from my tits, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger. “You like this, don’t you, you little cunt? Come for me. Come for me now, Candace. Come for me or I’m going to ask Bob if he wants some of this too. I know that he’s a breast man. I’ve seen him checking you out. Maybe he’d like to slide his dick between your full tits while I fuck this hot cunt of yours right here.” 

The last suggestion sends me over the edge. Pressing my hand to my mouth, I manage to stifle my cries as my orgasm overtakes me, the churning, crashing release making my knees weak and causing me to slowly slide down the side of the car until I can sit on the pavement. 

Paul’s hands grasp the sides of my face and, while I’m still in the throes of my own climax, he thrusts his still-hard prick between my lips, fucking my face savagely. I suck his cock greedily, silently willing him to come, wanting to taste his salt. The tip of my tongue darts into the head of his cock, seeking his essence, then slides to the underside of his tool, flicking back and forth with lightening speed against the sweet spot just under the head. His thrusts are faster now, I know that he’s about to go over the edge. I increase the suction of my mouth, I purse my lips even more tightly around his erection. I start purring deep in my throat, knowing that the vibrations are traveling from my larynx to the head of his cock and up the length of his shaft. 

Looking up into Paul’s eyes, I see his orgasm overtake him. “OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK FUCK FUCK” no sound comes from his lips as he mouths the words. His white gold shoots down my throat, fills my mouth and spills over my lips while his prick continues to thrust between my lips. I hold him in my mouth waiting for his orgasm to subside. Reluctantly, I relinquish my oral hold on his cock as he tuck it back into his pants. 

“Ready to rinse again?” Bob’s query intrudes as, without waiting for a reply, he turns the hose on the car, soaking the two of us. 

“Oh no,” he cries as I jump to my feet, t-shirt completely soaked. “Oh, man, oh, Candace, I’m really . . .” his voice trails off as he stops to stare at my breasts. Paul’s hands, back on my hips, prevent me from turning away. 

“I guess you’ll want to change . . . or something,” mumbles Bob, shaking himself from his reverie. “Hey, I think I hear Cindy calling me--I’m sorry to cut out on you. But I’ll tell you what. If you decide you want to detail the car later this weekend, I’d be glad to help you out. I just got this great kit--”

“Thanks for the offer, Bob,” I reply. “But Paul’s got some great equipment himself.” 

“Okay, well let me know if you change your mind,” calls Bob, clueless as ever, as he walks away. 

We exchange amused glances. 

“Where’s your chamois?” I ask. “We need to hurry up and finish this job before you end up with a bunch of water spots.”

“Fuck it. I’ll just go to the car wash in the morning,” Paul replies, a familiar grin spreading across his face as he grabs the back of my soaking wet t-shirt, pulling it off of me in a single fluid motion. “There’s a much more important job that needs to be finished right now,” he calls after me, as I run into the house, arms covering my chest, squealing with laughter.

Car Wash



Prelude

Stepping out of the car at the Shell Station, Mark looked at the dark skies and impending storm. He felt the cool breeze and knew the front was just passing over so he unscrewed his gas cap and turned to see just what this tank of gas will cost. He slid his credit card into the slot and quickly removed it. Grabbing the nozzle for regular, he let his mind wander as he slipped the nozzle into the opening for the gas. He pictured Jackson, leaned over the rear fender of the car as he slipped his nozzle in. 

Mark had known Jackson for a long time, since high school in fact, but it was only recently they had truly discovered each other. In fact, it wasn't until Mark had run into Jackson in the town's only gay bar, that he realized they shared an interest in men. Though both were with other men at the bar, they made arrangements to take a trip to the coast for the weekend. He was just filling up the car before they headed out, into the storm it appeared.

As the digital numbers on the gas pump slowly bubbled on, Mark peeked in the car window. "Looks like were gonna get some rain."

"Yeah," Jackson replied, "how much farther is the drive?"

"Well, normally about 45 minutes, but if that rain is as bad as it looks from here, it could take twice that."

"Damn."

"You in a hurry," Mark smiled.

"Aren't you?"

"Well hell yeah. I mean I just find after 20 years that you're queer, and then I got to fight a two hour drive in the rain before I get my hands on you. Yeah I'm in a hurry."

Jackson laughed, "Hey, just enjoy the anticipation."

"Damn, even the gas is slow," Mark replied, moving back over to the nozzle. He could hear Jackson still laughing.

Mark grabbed the nozzle and squeezed it a bit harder, as if to coax out the precious fuel, finally the nozzle clicked closed and the digital numbers froze. Mark pressed the handle, milking the last touch of gas into the car before returning the nozzle to the pump. He looked to the pump's display to request a receipt, but was first faced with a question. Would you like a discount car wash? Yes... No... Mark was about to hit no, but suddenly an idea popped into his head. He pushed yes and then requested his receipt. In a few moments the small piece of paper came out of the pump.

After grabbing the receipt, Mark slipped back into the car and started the engine.

"What's that grin on your face," Jackson asked, his fingers thoughtfully stroking his graying brown beard.

"Oh nothing, just an idea," Mark replied as he put the car in gear. Instead of turning to head for the road though, Mark took a hard left and headed up to the entrance to the car wash.

"Man, it's about to pour raining, and you're gonna get the car washed."

"You can never be too clean, besides, I needed a bit of a polish. What about you?" Mark watched as Jackson figured out his plan, enjoying the initial confusion, followed by a knowing look from those deep blue eyes.

Mark reached out to the controls for the car wash and entered his code number. As he got ready to pull into the entrance, he reached to his crotch to adjust himself. Hell, he wanted Jackson so bad, he was already hard. Glancing over, he noticed Jackson caught him in the act. Mark looked at Jackson's lap and noticed he had already removed his cock from his shorts, it wasn't completely hard, but was well on the way. Mark stopped the car on the mark and watched the large lighted panel indicate that the wash was starting.

Presoak

The bright green flashing sign announced that the first coat of soap was being applied. Mark leaned over to Jackson and whispered. "You see the sign there, I wonder what a "Bottom Blaster" is?"

Jackson gave him an evil smile, "No time for that now, but I think later tonight we'll find out for sure."

Mark only mumbled as he had already drawn Jackson's cock into his mouth, tasting the tart burn of his precum on his tongue. He could smell the unique combination of the odor from the presoak chemicals and the intoxicating fragrance from Jackson's crotch. Mark slowly began stroking the magnificent shaft as he slid his mouth up and down over the head. Jackson had reclined the seat a bit and when Mark glanced up at his face, he noticed his eyes were closed.

Looking at the car wash panel, Mark noticed another flashing color.

Bottom Blaster

Both men felt the vibrations through the car as the high pressure wash sprayed water and chemicals along the lower body panels and underside of the car. Mark felt Jackson's hips press up to meet his mouth as he continued sucking on him. He also felt Jackson's firm fingers run though his hair, coaxing him on.

"Oh yeah, that's it," Mark heard, unable to reply.

The vibrations suddenly stopped and another panel sign began flashing.

Clear Coat Protectant

Suddenly Jackson moaned and arched his back, pulling Mark onto him. Stiffening his neck so not to choke, Mark felt the warm hard splashes of jism hit the back of his throat. Carefully breathing through his nose, Mark fought to swallow the come without letting the cock slip from his mouth.

"Careful, careful. It gets too sensitive there when I come," Jackson whispered.

Mark carefully removed his mouth from the glistening cock, squeezing it slowly to milk out the last taste of sperm. He dipped his tongue into the tiny hole, savoring its taste. He sat up and looked at Jackson's lap. The cock, covered in his saliva reflected the light from the, now red, flashing sign.

"We better hurry," Jackson exclaimed, moving his cock back into his pants.

Poly Shell Triple Shine

Jackson looked up to Mark and said, "Now let's see about giving you that polish."

Mark pulled his cock out of his pants and reclined his seat. He watched Jackson carefully maneuver past the steering wheel to settle over him. Mark could smell the distinct odor of the wax as it was slowly sprayed onto his car. He wondered if Jackson enjoyed that combination of smells he had noticed when he first laid his head on Jackson's lap.

Mark gave into the sensation as Jackson masterfully moved and twisted his head in a delightfully intense way. He felt him gently caressing his balls with one hand, while stroking him with the other. Mark began to match Jackson's rhythm, pressing his hips in unison with the sucking. He was about to close his eyes as the lights flashed yellow.

Spot Free Rinse

The yellow blurred in Mark's mind as he felt himself building beneath Jackson's fur-lined mouth. He arched his back to feel the final few twists of Jackson's head and then he felt himself explode, splashing into Jackson's mouth. His climax was intense, more intense than any he could remember as he felt himself continue spurting. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he relaxed.

Jackson sat up smiling, "My, it's been a while for you hasn't it."

Mark didn't answer, he leaned over and kissed Jackson hard and deep, tasting the lingering hint of jism in his mouth.

Laser Dry

"Now that you've lasered me, look's like it's time for the Laser Dry."

Mark glanced up at the fuchsia flashing light. He fixed himself back into his pants and put the car in drive. He felt the car buffet some as the hot air blew across the hood of his car. He noticed that it had begun raining.

"Not that I'm complaining, but I'm not sure you need the dry."

"Then don't complain," Mark replied, leaning to kiss Jackson again. As the car eased out of the car wash, the rain, hit by the hot air from the laser dry did a strange dance across the hood of Mark's car.



Car Wash



It's about 4 o'clock on a hot summer's day. You are home alone & there's a knock at the door. Not expecting anyone & knowing I wouldn't be home for at least 2 hours you think its probably kids selling something.

You open the door & see a blonde, very attractive 18 year old girl dressed in her school uniform standing there with a bucket & sponge in her hand. 

"I'm raising money to go overseas with my friends at the end of the school year & was wondering if I could wash your car for $10" she says in a husky voice.

All for giving to charity you say yes & offer to fill her bucket for her.

You come back with the filled bucket & see her waiting with the sponge - she has tied her shirt up under her nicely sized breasts so you can see her flat tanned stomach & you also notice she has very tanned shapely legs under her short skirt.

You give her the bucket & ask if she would like a drink. She says yes & you go inside to grab a coke for her & bourbon for you.

When you return she has started on the bonnet & she is leaning right over with her skirt riding up & you can just see her round cheeks poking out (from what you can tell she either isn't wearing any underwear or has a very tiny g on.

You clear your throat & she turns around. The front of her shirt is soaked & you can see she is wearing a pale pink bra through the thin white material. She catches you staring & smiles shyly. 

You hold out the coke & she asks, "May I have a bourbon too? I'm old enough & I'm not driving." 

"Sure" You reply & head back inside to get one, grateful for the exit as you could feel yourself becoming aroused. 

You give yourself a minute or two, splash some cold water on your face & head back outside. She has done half the car & is now pretty much soaked all over. You pass her the bourbon & she takes a sip & then runs the cold can down her chest towards her breasts. You see her nipples harden as she does & feel yourself doing the same.

You know you should go back inside to let her finish and also so you don't give yourself away but instead you sit on the step & watch her work.

You make chit chat, asking her about her trip, trying to take your mind off the wonderful site in front of you.

Each time she reaches up to get a spot on the roof or bends down to rinse her sponge you get a nice view of her arse & before long your cock is straining in your pants.

When she is finished you are in a way happy & sad, sad because your show is over & happy because you can finally go & relieve yourself.

"I'll just go & get the money" you tell her.

"Would you mind if I came inside & cleaned myself up before I go? I wouldn't want to go home like this my mum would kill me" she asked.

"Uh...of course" you reply.

You show her to the bathroom & then go & find her a towel. Not being able to find any in the linen cupboard you go out to the clothesline to get one. When you walk back in you find her sitting on the edge of the bath, shirt & bra hanging on the empty towel rail & her skirt ridden up high & there was now no mistaking the lack of underwear.

She looks up slowly - eyes stopping on your obvious arousal for a moment & then up to your eyes. 

"I hope you don't mind," she says "I was trying to dry them a bit" glancing at her wet shirt. 

As she is speaking her finger is running up her thigh & she starts to touch her nicely shaved pussy. She runs her fingers over her rather wet pussy lips. She closes her eyes & continues to play with herself right in front of you. You just stand there unable to think of what to say & then suddenly you pipe up with "Perhaps I should put your clothes in the dryer for you" 

"That would be great thanks" with that she undoes her skirt & passes them all to you.

You go into the laundry & put the clothes in the dryer. Once done you stand with you head against the wall trying to think what you will do & then you hear her moan softly in the other room. Your already hard cock responds instantly & your first thought is to rush in there & fuck her over the basin. But you can't.

So you stand there listening to her moans becoming louder & louder. You can't control yourself any longer - you are stroking your cock through your pants but decide you really need to see this, it's an opportunity that will never arise again.

You sneak up to the door & look around. She is still perched on the edge of the bath, eyes closed, one hand pinching her right nipple & the other rubbing furiously at her clit. 

Her moans become faster & faster until she gasps & she squirts a small amount of cum out of her pussy. You have never seen that in real life before & you almost cum yourself at the sight.

She opens her eyes & sees you there. A wicked smile comes across her face & she licks her lips. 

"I hope you didn't mind but I just can't control myself sometimes, especially around attractive guys like you."

You stammer "That's ok I didn't mind the show." 

You are sweating furiously & want to fuck her so badly but know you can't break the rules that we have - both partners have to be there. 

"Would it be ok if I have a shower & clean myself up while my clothes dry?" 

"Yeah ok" you shake yourself out of your trance & say "I'll just turn it on for you, it's a bit sticky"

You walk in & open the door of the double shower up & reach in to turn the tap on. You think to yourself ok I can do this, she'll be out of here shortly & I'll tell Tania all about it when she gets home & we'll have fantastic sex.

Then you feel her behind you. You freeze, wanting it so badly but knowing you couldn't, shouldn't. She reaches around & undoes the buttons on your jeans & pulls them down along with your undies. You feel you must stop her but you're unable to move.

Her naked thigh is rubbing against yours & she lifts your top over your head & pushes you into the shower. You turn around to object but she is already on her knees in front of you & is taking your extremely hard cock into her mouth. With one last attempt to stop this before it goes to far you say "Please, I cant...my wife" 

She looks up & nods her head but doesn't stop her exquisite work on your cock. That's it you can't resist anymore. You give in to it fully & close your eyes leaning back thinking to yourself as long as you give me all the details I will forgive you. 

You can feel yourself about to cum & feel her finger pushing against your anus & that's it for you. You explode into her mouth & it feels like heaven. 

You lean back, eyes still shut, cock still amazingly hard & feel her stand up in front of you. You feel incredibly satisfied but awfully guilty too. Just as you are about to tell her that's it you can't keep going my voice sounds in your head.

"Well what's going on here!!!" 

Your eyes spring open when you realise it's really me & your cock suddenly starts to droop. You see me standing in the doorway & your heart drops to the floor.

You stare into my eyes trying to find the words to explain. 

"Couldn't wait for me hey, well you'll pay for that later" I say. You suddenly realise I'm naked & smiling. "May I join in?" I say. 

You open the door wondering what the hell is going on, you figure that I must have been watching & got so horny decided to get naked & come & play too. 

I get in & press her between us as I kiss you long & hard. She turns around & I kiss her too. She then gets back down on her knees & makes me move facing the wall so she can access from behind.

She starts tonguing my arse & finger fucking me. You are standing there in complete awe unable to get your head around what is happening but loving every second. Its not like we've never had a threesome but you thought if I ever caught you with another woman by yourself, I'd kill you. You start to think that maybe I think you planned it for me to catch you as a surprise & you start to relax a little & enjoy it more. 

You whisper in her ear & she moves in front of me starting to work on my pussy while you move in from behind & grab a little soap to lubricate my arse. 

I'm moaning quite heavily now & I'm about to cum as she works on my clit with her tongue & lips, sucking & licking. "Oh fuck" I cry as my first orgasm rips through me & as I do you push your cock into my arse & I cum again.

She continues her attack on my clit & you are pumping me so hard I'm in absolute orgasmic heaven. You start to pinch my nipples & whisper in my ear how much you love me as you cum again - this time filling my arse. 

You pull out & suggest we clean up a bit & head to the bedroom. Before we do I let her clean your cum from my arse. We grab some towels & dry off a bit before getting on the bed. 

I tell her to lie on the bed with her arms & legs spread. You know what I'm thinking & grab some scarves to tie her up with & blindfold her.

You tie her up & I settle myself between her legs & return the favour. You work on her breasts & nipples with your teeth & mouth. It's not long before she is cumming & I taste her sweet juices as she squirts into my mouth. I continue sucking her & get you to pass me the love balls, which I soak with her juices & push into her arse. She cums again, more than last time & starts to beg to be fucked.

You grab a condom & kneel between her thighs. I straddle myself above her face, facing you so I can watch & play with her nipples. 

You lift her arse off the bed & slide yourself in her very wet pussy. She moans instantly & shoves her tongue in my pussy causing me to do the same.

As you fuck her hard I start to pinch her nipples. Then I lean over & 69 her while you are fucking her so I can lick her clit & massage your balls at the same time. I push down on her face again & she eagerly licks up my juices as I cum in her mouth.

I can feel your balls tighten & you cum for the third time. I give her clit one last sucking giving her a mind-blowing orgasm.

We untie her & both kiss her & she head off to clean up & grab her clothes.

I lie on the bed in your arms. You start to say something but I kiss you, silencing you.

She pokes her head around the door.

"I have the money, thanks, this will really help towards my trip."

I reply "No problems Candy, pleasure doing business with you"

You look at both of us realising it was all a set up.

"Now Baby" I say "You're a bad boy for starting without me, time for your punishment."



Car Wash



Steve hobbled on his crutches over to the large picture window facing out to the front yard of his parent's house. A few weeks earlier he had broken his leg mountain biking with his friends and was going stir crazy. At twenty-six he had moved out of his parent's house years ago but it was a bad break and he was going to be in a full leg cast for three months. The whole summer, and his mother had insisted that he move back home so she could take care of him.

Muttering a curse, he took a deep swallow of his beer. Even though it was only mid-morning, he was feeling sorry for himself, knowing his buddies were out there, in the woods, crashing down the hillside, going over jumps, doing exactly what he wanted to be doing, and he felt like a little pick me up.

He was about to turn away from the window when the neighbors' garage door began to open. He could see the tail lights of the red Civic light up and he paused. The car belonged to the neighbors' daughter, Cassie. She was nineteen and had definitely caught his attention since he'd been back home. She had been a bratty fourteen year old when he had moved out and he had hardly believed his eyes the first time he'd seen her all grown up.

Hoping to catch a glimpse of her, he waited as she slowly backed the car up. He wondered what she was doing when she stopped and turned the car off in the driveway. Watching her get out of the car, he sucked in a breath. She was wearing just a white cropped tank top and a very short pair of red shorts. His eyes hungrily scanned over her body. She was a bit taller than average, about 5'8" with long shapely legs, a tiny waist and lush full breasts. Her long auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail, showcasing her big green eyes.

He watched her walk back into the garage and emerge with a large bucket of soapy water and a sponge. There is no way that I am lucky enough to watch her wash a car dressed like that, he thought. He let out a long sigh as she bent over, dunking the sponge into the bucket and then slopped it onto the car. Being incapacitated as he was he hadn't had any female companionship for about three weeks and was horny as hell and watching Cassie made his cock instantly alert.

Standing transfixed at the window he watched her intently, not wanting to miss a thing. He again sighed as she bent over, giving him a great view of her cleavage as she bent to her task. Her breasts jiggled and shook as she worked and he felt his cock twitching, his excitement beginning to rise. She crouched in front of her vehicle to wash the grill and Steve was a granted a view of a tiny pink thong peeking above the low waistband of her shorts.

He fantasized about how she would look in nothing but that pink thong as she carefully washed the front of her car. Images of her naked but for the tiny scrap of hot pink fabric as she knelt before him, his rock hard cock bobbing in front of her parted lips flooded his mind and his cock began to throb. In his mind, she slid the tiny undergarment down her spread thighs before darting out her tongue to taste him, gazing up at him with her wide green eyes.

She was on the far side of the car, washing the windshield, reaching forward, trying to get the whole window and Steve held his breath, waiting. "C'mon, c'mon," he whispered, watching her stretch across the expanse of glass.

"Oh yes," he breathed as her breasts pressed against the wet glass.

She stood and where the top was now wet, was almost transparent. Steve stared hungrily at her full, firm breasts, the nipples hard and poking at the clinging fabric.

Taking a long swig of his beer he almost fell over as she rounded the car, turned her back to him and bending at the waist, leaned over to wash the wheels of her car. The tiny red shorts rode up her ass, revealing a large portion of her perfect cheeks. She scrubbed the chrome vigorously, causing her beautiful backside to wiggle back and forth. When she straightened to move onto the next wheel, she didn't bother to pull her shorts back into place and Steve had the most incredible view as she turned sideways. Her wet tank top showed off her gorgeous tits and her hiked up shorts showed off her fantastic round ass.

Clutching one crutch with his arm, his hand reached down to rub his aching cock. As Cassie moved around the car, washing it thoroughly, he began to wonder if he was going to last through the whole thing. She was getting wetter and wetter as she went and soon her whole body was glistening, her tank top clung to every curve and so did her tiny shorts. Her firm thighs were wet as well as her lightly muscled stomach. She hadn't bothered to pull her shorts back into place and he was enjoying that view as well.

Cassie was hosing down her car, and knew that Steve next door had been watching her the whole time. She had noticed him immediately, standing right in the window and since his eyes were never on her face, she had cast discrete glances at him as she had purposely gotten herself all wet. Even though he was wearing baggy shorts, she had easily noticed the large bulge that had grown as he watched her and she felt a thrill of excitement.

She stood on the far side of the car, scrubbing at the hood, making her tits jiggle in the tiny top she was wearing. Standing, she raised her hand to wipe her brow, knowing it would pull the top up just enough to show the bottom curve of her breast. Since the fabric was wet it stayed pulled up and she again resumed her task, her lush mounds shaking in the most enticing way.

Moving around to the front of the car, she bent forward, still washing the hood, intent on giving Steve every pin-up type of pose she could think of. She knew her shorts had ridden up her ass and as she bent forward, she arched her back, going up on her toes and reaching forward to give him a view of her tits and her ass.

When he had been living at home, she had had a mad teenage-crush on him that hadn't diminished over the years. Now that he was back, she was determined to have him and judging from the way he was now staring at her she knew it was going to be easy.

Bending over to get all the soap out of the wheels, she again gave him a good view of her tight, round ass. Moving around the car, she rinsed away all the soap, still casting glances over at him. His black hair was messily tousled and thick lashes fringed his dark blue eyes. He was quite tall, about 6'3" she guessed and his athletic body was lean and hard.

She was again standing in front of the car when she pretended to drop the hose. The nozzle was shooting out a hard stream of water and as she had planned, the stream hit her right between her thighs. Gasping loudly as the water hit her, she crouched slowly, spreading her thighs, keeping the blast of water on herself. Retrieving the hose, she glanced about. Standing between the front of her car and the garage door, Steve was the only one who could see her and she pretended to not notice him. With a wicked smile, she slowly undid her shorts and slid them down her legs and stepped out of them.

Steve thought for sure he was going to lose his balance, and his load, as he watched Cassie pick up the still gushing hose and point it between her spread thighs. She leaned back against the hood of her car, her tiny pink thong barely covering her and aimed the rushing water at her pussy. The pounding stream hit her clit and she flung her head back, her beautiful tits jutting upward, the hard nipples straining at the still wet fabric. Her luscious lips parted in a silent gasp as she pleasured herself with the pulsing water.

Steve's hand slid inside his shorts, jerking his hard on, hardly able to believe what he was watching. His chest heaved with shaky breaths as he watched lovely Cassie's hips pumping as she leaned back against her car, her fingers having joined the water from the hose as she masturbated. He felt his cock twitching, knowing he was about to cum as she bit her lip and her hips surged forward, a small cry escaping from her throat as her body tensed, her face a mask of ecstasy. Steve cried out unabashedly as his own orgasm flooded his senses, his cum shooting against the inside of his shorts.

Cassie sagged against the front of her car, awash in the afterglow of her orgasm. Knowing that he had been watching turned her on so much that she had cum harder than ever before. Just thinking about the show she had put on for him was exciting her again and she could hardly wait to go inside and continue masturbating.

Tugging up her shorts but leaving them undone and leaving the car in the driveway to dry she practically ran up to the front door only to find it locked. "Damn," she muttered and then remembering she had left the house from the garage she turned to that door. It was locked too and after trying the back door, realized she was locked out of the house.

She wanted to change out of her wet clothes and ease the sexual frustration she was feeling. Casting a wicked glance over at the house next door, she thought, well, I want him so why not now? I'm ready and so is he unless he's already cum.

She turned and cutting across the lawn headed for Steve's front door. Looking down at herself, she saw that she was still soaked, her top was still transparent and that her tiny red shorts were still undone and were clinging as well. Taking a deep breath, she rung the bell.

Steve couldn't believe his luck when he saw Cassie heading over to his house. Both of his parents were at work and wouldn't be home until later that evening. He quickly hobbled over to the door when the bell rang and eagerly swung it open.

"Hi," she said, a charming blush tinting her cheeks. "I seem to have locked myself out of my house and as I got soaked washing my car, I was wondering if you had a towel I could borrow."

"Sure," he replied, moving aside so she could pass. "This way," he indicated, pointing her toward the linen closet. He watched her gorgeous ass as she walked down the hall and felt his cock hardening again. He handed her a towel and indicated where the bathroom was but she didn't move away.

"What did you do to your leg?" she asked, staring down at it, noticing that his bulge hadn't gone down at all.

"Oh, I broke it mountain biking," he explained, hoping that somehow she wouldn't notice how turned on he was. Glancing up at her face though, he could see she wasn't looking at his leg but at his hard cock straining against the front of his shorts.

Staring up into his eyes, she asked, "Isn't mountain biking dangerous?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, look at me. I'm gonna be like this all summer," he replied.

Looking down again at his bulge, she stepped closer to him. So close that her breasts were almost touching his chest. She reached out and gently squeezed him causing him to gasp and close his eyes as a groan escaped his lips. "You mean rock hard?" she teased.

Opening his eyes, he gazed down at her. "If you continue to masturbate while washing your car, yeah," he replied, a smile tugging at his full lips.

With a knowing smile, she again gently squeezed him. "Is it only your leg that isn't working?" she purred.

He couldn't help but stare at her. She was coming on to him? The corner of his mouth turned up in a wicked smirk. "Everything else is working just fine, baby," he responded, his voice pitched low.

"You just can't do any of the work, right?" she teased, tugging on the drawstring of his shorts.

"Yeah, I just get to lay back and enjoy," he smiled as she loosened the waistband.

With a pretty pout, she lamented, "That's too bad. I like being dominated."

For a moment he couldn't breathe, this was too good to be true. "I think I can still manage to do that," he grinned. Balancing on his good foot, he released one crutch and twined his hand in her hair. Pulling her forward, he bent his head and hungrily kissed her, his tongue plunging into her mouth, assaulting her lips with his.

Roughly pulling her away, he gazed down at her. Her eyes were burning with desire, and wide with wonder, her breaths were coming quickly causing her gorgeous tits to heave.

"Take off your top," he ordered in a low voice. She quickly complied and unbelievably, naked, her tits were even better than before.

"And the shorts," he added. She slipped them down her thighs and stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

Tugging on her hair, he began to pull her down. "On your knees," he hissed.

Obeying, she knelt at his feet, and gazing up at him, tugged down his shorts. The cast on his leg made underwear difficult so he had abandoned it altogether, causing his hard cock to spring out.

"Spread your thighs and pull down your thong," he said breathlessly. He loved the way a girl looked with her panties stretched across her thighs and held his breath as she did as she was told, recreating the fantasy he had indulged in earlier. Looking down he couldn't believe it, bratty little Cassie from next door was gently stroking his hard cock and was about to blow him. His head tipped back with a groan as she slid his cock into her warm mouth.

Cassie was impressed with the size of Steve's cock. She had never imagined that he was packing such a big dick. Hungrily she devoured him, taking his full length down her throat. She loved giving head and was determined to give him the blowjob of his life.

Her heavenly mouth on him was more than he could handle and he staggered backwards, leaning against the wall. With a lusty smile, she crawled towards him and again took him between her lips. He coiled his fingers in her hair and even though he loved fucking a girl's mouth, she was sucking him so well, he had no need. Groaning loudly, his head tipped back as she expertly took every inch of him into her mouth.

His earlier orgasm had taken the edge off and he was able to thoroughly enjoy this blowjob, knowing he could last awhile before climaxing. Her endurance was incredible he thought, gazing down at her through half closed lids as she continued to suck his entire length. After about ten minutes he could feel it building and clenching his fist in her hair, he began to thrust into her mouth, pushing his cock down her throat when, with a loud groan, he came, his cum shooting into her mouth. She hungrily swallowed every drop until he was drained before sitting back on her heels and staring up at him, a smile on her wet lips.

Gazing down at her, his eyes roamed her now naked body and, incredibly, he could feel his cock twitching again. Noticing her smooth and hairless pussy, he licked his lips, wanting to taste her.

"On your hands and knees," he ordered and with a prod from his crutch, he urged her down the hall. "Crawl," was all he said. Walking behind her, he watched her pretty pussy as she made her way down the corridor to his room.

Flopping onto his bed, he lay on his back. "Sit on my face," he commanded and she happily scrambled onto the bed, straddling his face.

She slowly lowered her hips, until her pussy lips were touching his lips. With a loud gasp, she flung her head back as his tongue slid between her smooth folds. He sucked the tender flesh between his lips before seeking her clit with his tongue. She squirmed and rode his face as he plundered her sweet depths determined to make her cum at least once. He relentlessly nibbled and bit, sucked and licked as he drove her to ecstasy, gripping her hips, holding her to him, raising and lowering her as it suited him.

She suddenly ground her pussy against his face as the orgasm rocked her, crying out loudly. He sucked up her juices and licked her clean before he pushed her up and she rose from him and bent down, kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Trailing licks and kisses down his chest and stomach, she again made her way to his cock which was now hard again. Pumping with her hand, she gazed up at him, her green eyes just as glazed with lust as his dark blue ones.

"Do you want to fuck me?" he whispered.

"Yes," she breathlessly replied. "Let me fuck you baby, please let me do you."

Gripping her arms, he pulled her up onto her knees. "Put your hands behind your head," he ordered.

Lowering her slightly, he rubbed his cock head between the folds of her pussy, pressing it against her clit, letting it slide up between her ass cheeks and back to her wet opening. He teased her asshole, pressing the head of his cock against her tight hole before returning to her pussy. Soon her pussy was soaking wet, and she was gasping and whimpering, "Please baby, let me fuck you, please, let me ride you."

"Say pretty please," he teased.

"Pretty please," she obediently replied.

With one swift movement he pulled her down onto him, impaling her on his cock, causing her to cry out loudly. With a growl of satisfaction he thrust upward, grinding his hips against her.

"Fuck me," he ordered, his voice hoarse with desire. She rose above him and began to pump up and down, fucking him hard.

"Oh God, yes," Steve groaned. Her pussy felt so damned good, so hot, wet and tight. "Oh, Cassie, baby, you feel so good."

"Oh, you're so fucking big," she grunted in response, loving the feel of his big cock filling her, spreading her.

Steve lay back and watched this gorgeous young woman fucking him, riding him with such abandon. Reaching up, he squeezed her big tits, watching the firm flesh overflow his hands. His big fingers found her nipples and pinched them, and hearing her sigh of pleasure, pinched them harder, rolling them between his fingers. He was rewarded with a small cry and he pinched them even harder, twisting them until she cried out loudly. He continued to abuse her nipples by tugging on them, stretching her breasts and shaking them.

"Oh yes," she cried, her breath coming is short gasps as he punished her tits.

Suddenly releasing her nipples, he stared at them, purple and slightly swollen. Raising his hand, he slapped her right breast and then her left, watching the firm flesh shake. He did it a few more times, turning the soft flesh pink.

Suddenly Cassie cried out loudly, flinging her hair back, her thighs clenching him tightly. Steve could feel her pussy squeezing his cock as she came hard, grinding against him, her juices soaking his balls.

Gripping her hips, he pulled her up. "Get up and turn around, face the other way, on your hands and knees," he told her.

Rising off of him, she turned so that her ass was facing him. He could see that she was trembling slightly, not knowing what he had in mind. His large hands caressed and gently squeezed her tight, firm ass. "What do you think I'm going to do to you?" he asked her, his voice holding a note of menace.

"I'm not sure," she replied breathlessly. "Fuck my ass?" Her voice quivered and he wondered if it was from excitement, fear or a combination of both.

Pulling her lovely cheeks apart, he gazed at her sweetly puckered hole. With one finger he gently touched the tight opening, pushing with his finger tip. "Have you ever been fucked up the ass before?" he asked her.

"No," she gasped, tensing as he threatened to penetrate her.

"Do you want me to ass fuck you?" he asked, pushing harder, his fingertip slipping inside her.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice so soft, he barely heard her.

Forcing his finger further inside her, he teased, "Say please." His finger was halfway in and he began twisting it reveling in how incredibly tight she was.

"Please," she gasped, a note of fear in her voice.

"Well, relax, I'm not going to do that yet," he laughed, pulling his finger from her. He had other plans for her heavenly butt. Raising his hand he smacked her hard, leaving behind a red mark. Soon Cassie was squirming and crying out as he slapped her but she didn't move away and soon her ass was dark red and hot to the touch. Reaching down between her thighs, he slapped her pussy a few times, hearing the wet smacking sounds, knowing she was loving the abuse.




Car Wash



Reaching back up to her ass, he roughly squeezed her tender flesh, covering her with harsh pinches. "Ride me," he gruffly ordered. "Fuck me hard."

She immediately gripped his cock and sank down on it, pumping up and down quickly, her sore cheeks slapping against his abdomen. Continuing to slap and pinch her as she rode him, it didn't take long before another orgasm tore through her causing her to clench and tremble above him.

Pushing on the small of her back, he bent her over, and he again stared at her tight ass hole. He hadn't had much experience fucking girls in the ass, only a few precious times had he been granted access, but had loved it every time. Once again he pressed his finger against her hole. "Keep fucking me," he ordered. His finger tip began to spread her open and he could feel her tensing above him. "Relax," he demanded and his finger tip pressed in.

She was gasping, barely able to breath as his finger again pushed into her tight hole. "Christ, you have a fucking gorgeous ass," he whispered as his finger slid in half way. "How does that feel?" he asked, twisting his finger.

"It hurts a little, but it feels good," she replied, her voice trembling.

"I want to fuck your ass," he breathed. "I want your anal virginity."

"Oh yes, take me, fuck my ass, baby. It's all yours, fuck it good and hard. Make me beg for mercy," she crooned.

Steve thought he was going to blow his load with her dirty talk. She could be such a nasty girl, he was having a hard time remembering that he had known her when she was a gawky, awkward fourteen year old. Boy, what five years could do to a girl.

He had his finger all the way up her ass and was pumping it in and out, when, fumbling in his night stand, he pulled out a tube of lube. Reluctantly pulling his finger from her ass, he lubed her up and pushed two fingers in, ignoring her cries as he roughly penetrated her. He then forced in a third, causing her to whimper as he began to finger fuck her, quickly thrusting his fingers in and out.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," he grunted, feeling her gradually loosen.

"You're ready," he announced, pulling his fingers from her. He re-lubed her slightly gaping hole before ordering her off of him. His cock was still inside her pussy and she slowly rose, letting him slip out. He was harder than ever, the anticipation of reaming her ass was such an immense turn on.

"Fuck my cock with your ass," he told her.

He laced his hands together behind his head and watched as she rose up on her knees and taking his cock in her hand, guided it to her asshole. Holding it in place, she slowly lowered herself down, letting the head slide in.

"Oh God," she gasped, stopping, adjusting to this invasion. After a moment she pushed down again, inching him inside her. "Oh my God, you feel so huge!" she cried out.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, slapping her ass.

"Hell yes, but in such a good way," she sighed, pushing down again, taking more of him inside her.

He was thoroughly enjoying the sight of her ass sliding down on his cock, and of course was enjoying the incredibly tight feeling of her ass around his dick. "You feel good baby, so fucking good," he groaned, slapping her again. "Keep going, take every inch."

She again paused when he was halfway in, her breath coming heavily, getting used to the feeling of him inside her. Steve stared at his cock shoved up her tight virgin ass. Raising his hand, he slapped her ass hard.

"Keep going, don't stop," he ordered.

With a small whimper she pushed down again, taking another inch. With a wicked smile, Steve gripped her hips and thrust his hips upwards, forcing the last of his dick inside her. He laughed at her loud cry of pain and protest, but held onto her hips, grinding against her.

"Fucking Christ, your ass is so sweet!" he growled. "So fucking hot and tight." Releasing her hips, he slapped her ass. "Ride me, bitch," he demanded. "Ride my cock with that hot, tight ass of yours."

Tentatively, she rose up on her knees, feeling him slide out of her. His thickness still hurt but she was determined to do this, hoping it would soon feel better. Lowering herself back down, she bit her lip from whimpering as he again spread her wide.

"C'mon baby, tell me how it feels," Steve urged, loving the view of his cock sliding in and out of her.

"It hurts," she breathed. "It hurts."

"Just relax, it'll get better," he crooned, caressing her ass.

Cassie didn't know if she could do it, if she could keep doing this until he came. She knew he had already cum twice, he could probably hold out for a long while this time. Just as she was thinking this, the pain in her ass started to fade, her asshole had adjusted to his thickness and the most incredibly sexy and naughty sensations began to radiate from her ass, coiling through her whole body. She began riding his cock harder, pumping up and down quickly, grinding against him.

"Oh yes, oh yes, your cock feels so fucking good," she cried, flinging her hair back. "It feels so good deep in my ass." Reaching down, she slid her fingers between her soaked pussy lips, furiously rubbing her clit. An explosive orgasm tore through her almost immediately causing Steve to gasp loudly as her ass clenched tightly around his cock. Wetness from her pussy soaked his balls as she writhed in ecstasy above him.

"Fuck yes!" she cried, her hips pumping up and down, drawing his cock deep inside her ass with every plunge.

"Hell, yeah, baby, that's it. Fuck me hard and fast," he murmured, watching his cock quickly sliding in and out of her tight hole. He slapped her again and again as she fucked him, exciting her even more.

"Oh yes, spank me baby, spank me. Turn my ass red," she pleaded. He could see that she was playing with her tits with one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other and knew she was going to cum again soon as he continued to slap her ass cheeks.

"You are such a nasty slut," he sneered as he spanked her. "A dirty nasty slut."

With a sudden loud cry, she flung her hair back, her back arching as she climaxed, her ass clenching tightly around Steve's cock. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck yes," she cried, her thighs squeezing against his sides as she kept pumping his cock.

It was more than he could bear and his own orgasm tore through him, as his cum shot out of his cock, filling Cassie's ass. "I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" he cried, shooting his load into her.

Her cries became incoherent as she came again, his climax triggering her own. Her ass squeezed every last drop of cum from his pulsing dick before she collapsed forward over his legs.

Steve pulled his cock from her ass and watched with satisfaction as globs of his cum slid from her gaping hole down into her pussy. He smacked her ass one last time. "That was fucking fantastic," he sighed.

"Mmmmm, yes it was," she agreed in a sleepy voice. Sitting up, she moved over and fell beside him, her chest still heaving, her pulse still racing.

Reaching over, he absentmindedly played with her nipples. "You really are a nasty girl," he teased.

"No, I'm not," she pouted. She smiled at his skeptical look. "I'm a dirty nasty slut," she laughed.

Curling his hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her to him for a long deep kiss. When he finally released her lips, he whispered, "Well, you're my dirty nasty slut for the whole summer. Your ass is mine for the next three months."

"I don't get to have you fuck me after the cast comes off?" she pouted.

Images of how he could take her without the cast flooded his mind, all the different positions he could fuck her ass in. "Well, maybe longer than three months," he agreed.



Car Wash



I stop by your place early afternoon on a Saturday, you had just started washing your car and I offer to help. Taking the hose from you to wet down the car while you go to grab cloths to wash the car, I spray you full blast when you return. Laughing as you drop the cloths... placing your hands up to shield yourself from the waterblast as you advance towards me... You wrestle the running waterhose after much verbal and physical protest from me. I realize my struggles for the hose are futile, I let it go and run for shelter behind the car. 

You grin devilishly, armed with the waterhose and stalking me back and forth around the car, as I shierk with laughter and stick my tongue out at you, wiggling my hips before quickly dodging your waterblasts by ducking behind your car. Then it happens, I misjudge your movement and head for the front of the car while you head to the back, or so I thought! And you fully blast me in the face long and hard with the waterhose. I scream at you, mad that you got me back so easily as I walk quickly towards you. You shut off the hose and I am soaking wet, my hair dripping, shivering slightly from the cold water and the breeze...the outline of my nipples, hard and pointing, showing through my wet tshirt, tendrils of water running down my body. I grab your hands trying to pry the hose from you, my breasts pressing against your arms as I fight you for the hose...you notice that determined look in my eye and before things can esculate, you drop the hose, pushing my body up against the car with yours...your hands cupping my breasts...your thumbs flicking and rubbing my nipples through my plastered t-shirt as your mouth claims mine.

But I still have fight left in me, and slightly protest until you push your hips hard against mine and I feel your hard thick cock through your jeans and my dripping wet shorts. I grin at you, desire in my dark brown eyes as I claim your mouth back, my tongue twirling around yours...sucking your tongue hard as I unbutton and unzip your pants. You pull my wet shirt that is stuck to my body up, bearing my breasts, cold from the water to your gaze as your head drops down to nuzzle and suck. I arch my back, moaning and sighing, enjoying the pleasure and warmth of your mouth and tongue on my nipples. 

I free your cock, cupping your balls, the length of your cock resting against my wrist and lower arm as I bring my other hand up, wrapping my hands around your cock and rubbing your precum around the head with my thumb. You utter my name in between my breasts as you pant and twitch from my stroking, your hands leaving my tits as you take mr and place me on the hood of the car. I eagerly part my cold thighs as you take one of your hands and remove mine from your cock grasping it, and with the other you pull the crotch of my shorts to one side...I frantically pull your jeans down further...pushing yourself into my tight wet warmth. I pull my legs up, my knees at the sides of my breasts as you continue to push inside all the way into me.

You stop right there. Your throbbing cock buried in me to the hilt, looking into my eyes and smiling, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips tenderly..then you begin moving in rthym..slow and long strokes...looking into my eyes, saying my name...caressing my hair...squeezing my breasts...your mouth on mine, then leaving, kissing my neck, and then lovebiting my breasts before returning to my mouth...I suck your tongue like I have your cock so many times before...my hands touching you all over and my mouth on your nipples, your neck, your lips. My hands doing the same as I bring my legs down and wrap them around your waist. Your thrusts become shorter and more demanding..harder...harder...oh yes baby, give me your love...fill me with it...I want it, baby...yes, oh yes...YES, YES, YES! Ahhhhhhhhh...oh gawd..yes my love...trembling...breathless...clinging to you as you fall into me, holding me in your arms.

Tender kisses...sighs...rubbing our faces together, rubbing each others' backs. I push you back to stand...looking you in the eyes devilishly...kissing your mouth...telling you I want to taste you and I together as I crouch before you...

Feeling for the water hose...

Realization dawns on you...your instant thought is that I won't do it, but your logic follows and you know I sure as hell will...

You tell me...DON'T YOU DARE!

I spring up spraying the hell out of you in the face and then drop the hose and run like Satan himself is after me...screaming in part terror and glee into your house...

You tear after me as soon as you get the water from your eyes...my wet t-shirt dropped at the beginning of the hallway...my shorts and panties at the end of the hallway...you throw open the doorway to your bedroom...

There I am, laying on top your bed, leaning back on my arms, breasts jutting forth...legs bent at the knees and spread...my wet auburn hair hanging down and water still running from it and down onto my heavy breasts...I bite my bottom lip and look at you pleadingly with my big brown eyes...

"Forgive me, baby?"



Car Wash



"Laura!" Rob called into the house. When Laura arrived he had that all-too-familiar mischievous look on his face . "I dare you." he said.

"You dare me what?" Laura replied with an equal smattering of impetuousness.

"I dare you to wash the car at U-Wash-It".

"That's not much of a dare, and besides I don't feel like wasting my whole evening on the road. U-Wash-It must be nearly 15 minutes from here, more without the highway."

"Did I mention that you have to do it naked? You can start and end here in the garage, so no worry about the neighbors, and since U-Wash-It is self-serve you don't need to get out of the car at all. Or, of course, you can just chicken out."

Laura knew darn well Rob could have a trick or two up his sleeve, and pressed for details: "OK, the car is running well and there's plenty of gas right? There's no way I'm going to pump gas naked!"

"No, everything is fine. The tank is full, the upholstery is clean, and the windows are sparkling. All it needs is a wash."

Dusk was beginning to settle and Laura realized there was very little chance anyone would be able to see into the car even under the best of circumstances. And if it meant winning a dare..."OK, I'll do it!"

A few minutes later Laura came back into the garage dressed for the trip in socks and tennis shoes. Rob smiled and admired the sight. Her shapely breasts, prominent nipples, and slender waist always brought a rise, and not only to his pulse.

Laura twirled her cell phone by it's cord "And if I run into any trouble, you're gonna hear about it"

"I'm sure I will." Rob replied grinningly.

Some of Laura's bravado sagged as she got into the car and closed the door. No need to press the remote, as Rob already had the door traveling upward. Doing her best not to let her wilted resolve show, Laura flashed he best confident smile at Rob as she backed the car out of the garage.

The car doors didn't yield quite the level of privacy Laura had anticipated, so she scrunched down a bit as she navigated the car onto the road. Looking about she realized that anyone who just might happen to look out of a second story window might well see right into the car, and with that realization she drove out of the neighborhood as quickly as safety would allow. The last thing she needed was to become the talk of the neighborhood.

The stop sign a the end of the road was relatively private, no tall homes to see into the car. As Laura waited for traffic to clear she noticed two older teenage boys walking down the cross-street towards the intersection. "If they get here before I can make the turn they're gonna see everything" thought Laura. "It would probably make these fellas' day to be able to tell their friends they saw a naked lady." But Laura had no interest in becoming part of their Sex Ed and nervously waited for traffic to clear as the boys came nearer. In what seemed to be nick-of-time movie choreography, the traffic cleared allowing her to pull out just as the boys became dangerously near.

On the main road Laura noticed that she couldn't see much more than a shapes in the cars around her except for the brief moments when passing under a streetlight. Not much chance of being seen. This was gonna be an easy dare to win.

She relaxed and sat up straight in the seat, no longer hunched down as she realized she sort of liked being, naked out in the world. It felt sort of naughty and nice at the same time. The thought crossed her mind "What if those boys had been a bit older -- say college age -- and I had gotten close enough to see me naked in my car?"

A nervous shiver ran up her spine as Laura realized the thought somewhat excited her. But not much time left to think about that-- a stoplight loomed red.

Pulling to a stop at the light something Laura had long known took new significance: intersections are well-lit. At the moment Laura was the only car stopped, but several other cars were approaching. The first pulled in behind her, but the second, a small pickup truck, pulled into the turn lane to her left.

Laura took a quick peek as the pickup pulled up and noted that the sole passenger was a man of about 30 years old. Laura's nipples hardened as she resisted the modest urge to scrunch back down in her seat. "If he looks over here he's going to get a bit of a surprise" she thought to herself. "But there's no way I'm going to look and see if he does!"

Keeping her eyes focused straight ahead, Laura waited for the light to turn and slowly pulled out when it did.

A rush of adrenalin hit her. "I'll never know if he looked" she thought to herself. But the thought that a stranger might have been looking at her and her bare breasts -- and that perhaps, if he did, he might have found the sight arousing.... Laura's heart beat a bit faster.

A few more intersections came and went without incident and the car approached the ramp to US12, the quickest route to U-Wash-It.

Laura about jumped out of her skin -- she wasn't wearing much else -- as the car filled with sound. "Damn!" she exclaimed before realizing the cell phone was ringing.

"How's it going Ms Godiva? Did you get your stallion cleaned yet?" came Rob's teasing voice.

"No, I'm still driving there. Nothing to report dear. But I might be a bit longer than expected. I think I'm going to stop by a biker bar for a quick beer. I get so overheated in this outfit" she teased back.

"OK, well let me know if you need anything" replied Rob, ignoring the taunt and ending the call.

There were about 10 more minutes of highway left ahead when Laura noticed how many long-haul truckers were on the road this evening and a daring idea struck her.

The earlier incidents left Laura knowing that she liked to be looked at. She very much wanted men to see her naked breast and exposed pussy. Just the thought was making her wet. Picking up the cell phone she dialed the number painted on the side of the nearest semi.

"Hello, is this the driver of the truck on I-69? Yes? Well if you care to look there is a naked woman in the blue Saturn behind you."

Laura immediately hung up as the brake lights of the truck ahead flashed briefly and the driver began to jockey his vehicle beside the Saturn.

For a moment Laura considered hitting the gas and escaping at the next exit but the nervous edge began to make her even more aroused.

The truck was now directly to the right of Laura's car. Emboldened by the rush she was feeling she turned the dome light on to ensure she could be clearly seen.

The cab window of the truck was higher than the car windows, such that he could not see her face. But Laura was pretty sure he could see everything else.

Once again the cell phone rang, and this time Laura answered it with a bit of attitude. "Oh Rob, guess what I'm doing now!"

"Well little lady, I'm not Rob, but I know exactly what you're doin'." came the voice of the truck driver. "I'm just calling to tell you how much I'm appreciating your little show, and to ask pretty please could you give me a better view between your legs?"

Laura realized she was unconsciously holding her knees firmly together. "Um, OK", she weakly answered into the phone and parted her legs. A wave of embarrassment mixed with overriding excitement caught her as she consciously exposed herself to a complete stranger. Just knowing that he was looking was arousing, and she quickly became wet.

The horn of the truck sounded a couple quick blasts. The driver must like what he is seeing. The excitement built and Laura began to finger herself. Again the truck horn, this time two long blasts. Then it slowed. Laura could see in her rear view mirror it's turn signals were on as the truck took the next exit.

Her skin tingled. She had just shown herself to a complete stranger and she liked it; liked it very much. She felt somehow exotic, erotic and sexually charged.

The highway did not yield any more opportunities before the Saturn reached the exit leading to U-Wash-It. Darkness had settled in and short of turning on the dome light, there was no way anyone could see into the car. Not that there was much chance anyway, as the two lane leading to U-Wash-It was a little-traveled stretch of road, normally only traveled during the day by commuters.

U-Wash-It was deserted, the parking lot lit by halogen lamps above. Laura pulled up to the automated teller and rolled down the window and quickly discovered she could not quite reach the console without a stretching reach out the window causing her breasts to peek well above the door sill. Laura liked the feeling of the night air against her bare breasts, her nipples hardening slightly against the cool breeze. She leaned farther out the window than was necessary for the task, secretly hoping someone would drive by and notice.

But no one happened by. Somewhat disappointed, Laura finished the transaction, rolled up the window, and pulled into the stall where the machinery quickly washed the car.

Pulling back onto the darkened road, Laura eagerly anticipated flashing a few more truck drivers on the highway. But her excitement was cut short by the bright flashing of red and blue that illuminated the car's interior. In her excitement Laura had strayed over the speed limit and a cruiser was now commanding her to pull over.

"Shit!" exclaimed Laura out loud, "Shit, shit, shit!". Pulling over she frantically opened the glove compartment to pull out a map, a brochure, anything to try to attempt to cover herself with. But Rob's cleaning efforts had been very thorough; the glove compartment was completely empty except for the registration and proof of insurance.

The flashing lights and headlights of the cruiser was blinding and illuminated the interior of the Saturn. Laura could see the silhouette of the officer and his flashlight approaching in her rear view mirror as she rolled the window down.

"Driver's license, proof of insurance and registration please" said the approaching officer in a firm baritone. Directing the flashlight into the car he added "Interesting outfit."

This was going to be a real problem if anyone found out, that was for sure. At the same time here she was fully exposed to a complete stranger. She could see by the flashlight's beam he was taking full advantage of the viewing opportunity. Laura felt an electric jolt of excitement send goose bumps down her arms. Here she was in big trouble, yet she was excited.

The officer remained a dark outline because of the flashlight but Laura could see a muscular arm in a pressed short-sleeved shirt as she handed over the insurance and registration info saying "I'm so sorry officer, but I don't have my license with me, I left it at home and..."

The officer interrupted, "Ma'am, it appears you've left more than your license at home. I think we have a problem here. See, this car is registered to a Laura Smith, and without identification I'm afraid there is no way I can write you a ticket and let you go. Unless you can come up with a good reason I shouldn't, I'm going to have to take you in."

There was no way she could ever evade notoriety if she was arrested for speeding and public nudity. They would have to move, that's all there was to it. But if she was correctly reading between the lines and the officer really was suggesting what she thought he was suggesting... Her mind reeled. The flashlight beam traversed the car as the officer checked to ensure the backseat was empty, then moved the beam to the thatch of pubic hair between her legs, then slowly up to her face, pausing as it passed over her breasts. There seemed little question remaining to the officer's meaning.

Laura heard her voice say "Officer, I'd hate to think we couldn't work this out between us" at the same time spreading her legs just enough to send the message loud and clear. The beam of the flashlight moved to Laura's now exposed pussy. Laura felt her clit tighten as she wondered if the officer could see the dampness she was feeling.

The officer directed Laura to pull off the road onto a nearby two-track, and after returning to his car followed, with the emergency lights off, as Laura drove to the designated spot.

"What am I doing?!" thought Laura. Uncertain of her motive, Laura wondered whether her motive was to save face and the family name -- or if it was to satisfy the undeniable sexual arousal.

A quick flash of the blue and red lights indicated the place to stop, and Laura stopped and turned off the engine. Not knowing what was expected, she remained in the car. The cruiser stopped just behind, and without turning off the headlights, the officer approached Laura's still-open window.

Acting as if an arrest were still in progress the officer opened the door and instructed, "Ma'am, please move to the rear of the car."

Laura stepped out of the car an into the bright illumination of the cruiser's headlights and moved to the rear of the Saturn.

"Face me, hands on the vehicle, spread your legs" said the policeman, maintaining a business-as-usual tone of voice.

Laura did as she was instructed, leaning back to place her hands on the trunk, causing her hips to thrust forward slightly and her back to arch, her breasts lifting toward the officer.

Removing his hat and placing it on the trunk, the officer a hand on each of Laura's hips, then leaned forward to engulf her left nipple in his mouth. Laura let out an audible sigh as he sucked and nibbled on her tightening nipple.

Laura's back arched further as he drew a line down her chest and stomach with his tongue, moving to his knees, still holding Laura by the hips. As he continued downward, Laura lifted her hips raising her pussy to meet his open mouth, wetness now running down her leg.

He plunged his tongue deeply into her pussy, as he changed his grip, grasping her bottom in each hand, pulling her closer and driving his tongue even deeper. He then moved to her clit, sucking and teasing it with his lips and tongue, continuing to press her firmly to his mouth, squeezing her cheeks with his hands. Not that he had too, as Laura was lost in the experience, her head thrown backward, almost falling off the car as she thrust her clit forward to the accepting mouth. A fleeting thought crossed Laura's mind as to the exhibition they were making in the glaring light of the cruiser, but the thought was lost with yet another plunge of his tongue into her pussy.

As the thrusts of Laura's hips increased in frequency, the officer stood up, facing Laura, his hands again on her hips.

"Please turn and face the vehicle" said the officer, a breathy pant betraying his attempt to maintain composure. As she did he instructed her to again place her hands on the vehicle. As she leaned forward he guided her with his hands, nearly laying her flat upon the trunk, feet still on the ground and bent at the waist.

As the officer dropped his hands to undo his pants, Laura worried what he had planned for her in this position, but as she felt him guide his cock into her eagerly awaiting pussy, her fears were assuaged.

He slowly moved his cock in and out, each time moving slightly deeper. Laura matched his movements, pushing herself rearward with his every forward motion. Given the depth of the thrusts, Laura was certain he was more generously endowed than most.

As the rhythm increased, Laura could hear the officer's breath quicken to match the pace of her own. Her heart beat loudly in her ears and her entire world was wrapped in the sexuality of the moment. The officer leaned forward and reached around her to caress her breasts and roll her firm nipple between his fingers.

The officer's pace began to slow as he neared the point of no return. His hand moved from Laura's breast to her clit which he rolled and massaged as he continued his long, slow thrusts. Again his pace quickened as did the attention he was giving Laura's clit. She could hear the slapping of his thighs against her bottom as she reached climax, reaching with her hands backward to pull him closer, pushing his cock even deeper as the waves of release emanated from her pussy and extended through her body. He responded in kind and Laura could feel his hot cum filling her pussy, sending her on yet another wave of release.

He continued to gently massage her clit until their rhythm slowed to a halt and he lay lightly on top of her, her breasts against the cool deck of the trunk as they rested.

The officer rose, and producing two handkerchiefs from his pocket, wiped himself off with one and handed the other to Laura for similar purpose. As she dabbed the wetness from her loins, the officer refastened his pants and retrieved his hat.

"One more thing Ma'am." said the officer, now having regained his official tone. Laura could not see what was happening as he moved towards his vehicle and was lost in the bright headlights. He emerged carrying a small black object.

"Surveillance video from the cruiser" he explained handing it to her, "I didn't figure you would want that getting into the wrong hands".

Laura stared at the bundle in her hand, realizing her entire experience was on video tape. As he went to leave, the officer paused before closing the cruiser door.

"Oh, and Ma'am?" he called.

"Yes?" she replied.

"I'd like to thank you for a memorable evening, and if you would, please tell Rob I'll meet him for golf on Saturday at the usual time."



Car Wash



3:09pm. I silently wait for you to pull up in my driveway, while peering out of my window. I double check my outfit, hoping it's cute but not too...skanky. A spaghetti strapped top and mid thigh pleated mini skirt seems right. 

*BEEP BEEP*

Looking out of the window and waving to you, I slip on some heels, grab my bag and run downstairs, out of the door - and in the passenger seat of your car. "Hey, you're late!" I say giggling, making you look startled. "I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you." you reply, breaking into a smile and slightly blushing. "I can't wait to get this weekend started. So where are you taking me first?" Looking ahead as you start the car and pull out of my driveway, you reply with two words. "Car wash." 

As you drive us there to your garage, you notice that my skirt is really high up, catching your attention at the corner of your eye. Your hand moves from the gear stick - to my leg, slowly creeping up. As your hand moves up my thigh, I place my hand on top of yours, moving it closer. The garage comes into view, and you pull your hand away, placing it on the steering wheel. 

"I just need to go into the office, make sure the interns are working everything properly. Don't move, I'll be right back." you say, opening the door and getting out of the car. I watch you head over to the office and I throw my head back on the head rest, and slip off my heels as I close my eyes.

Once in the office, you're greeted by the guys that work there. "Hey, who's that girl in your car?" they say teasingly as they laugh amongst themselves. "About that actually, she's someone that I'm going to spend alot of time with these two days...we're going for a weekend away. So-" the boys interrupt you like hooligans, making inappropriate comments and gestures. "So you want the car wash to start you off? Classic." one of them says laughing. You roll your eyes. "Yes. If everything goes to plan and I'm-or rather we're satisfied, you guys might just get a bonus." The boys look around at each other smirking. "Well enjoy your car wash-it might just be a bit longer and messier than usual..." your colleague replies, throwing you some condoms. 

A few moments later I'm joined by you in the car, and I open my eyes and look at you. "Okay, we can go through now." you say, starting the car up and glancing at me. As you drive, you fix your position and I hear a slight rustling of something in your pocket. Peeking out, is a condom. I look away and blush, knowing what you want immediately and satisfied that you want me. I become wet at the mere thought of it. "I m-missed you..." I stammer, writhing in my seat and making my skirt ride up so high that you can start to see that I'm not wearing any panties. "But I only went out for a minute!" laughing, you brush your hands against my cheek and I turn my head and kiss your fingers, looking into your eyes as I do so. Before I know it, darkness has enveloped us; we're in the car wash, and you've taken our seatbelts off. "Let's get in the back, it's warmer there." While waiting for me to crawl into the back, you draw the blind over every window, blocking out daylight and any chance of surveillance. 

You lean forward and press your lips against mine, your hand cradling my cheek, while your other hand traces my body, resting on my chest and then moving down, onto my thigh and under my skirt. You feel how wet I am, and you insert your finger inside me, causing immense waves of pleasure to jolt through my body. I moan loudly and you smile through the kiss. I feel more of your fingers slip inside me, and they're so warm and soft yet rough. My legs are wide open, wrapped around you, my skimpy skirt bunched around my hips and your hand is supporting my lower back, caressing my upper body and making its way to my breasts. My nipples are hard and pointed, blatantly showing through my top despite my padded bra. As we kiss, our tongues explore each others mouths, and everytime I moan I feel you smile. By now, I'm so wet that it's dripping out of me, all over my inner thighs, on your knuckles and even down your wrist. "I don't think it's just my car that needs cleaning" your lips say ever so quietly, your breath warming my lips. 

Taking my top off with one hand, you reveal me to the coldness of your car, and I throw my hips forward-trying to shuffle next to your warm body, causing me to push against your hand in-between my legs. Your fingers go even deeper and I moan so loudly, your hand getting drenched in my juices. You're kissing my breasts, right above my bra, working your way down my torso until you're at the place only meant for you, gently withdrawing your fingers in the meanwhile. 

We're a quarter way through the car wash now and I'm lying on the backseat, my legs wide open around you and your face is inches away from my sex. Our eyes meet. Then suddenly, the whirring machines go silent, the car is still and the only thing about to be cleaned right now is me. The car wash has stopped, and our car, unreachable within - is stuck here. Panic must be etched on my face because you immediately reassure me. "Don't worry, it happens alot, they'll sort it out and we'll be out of here within 10 minutes or so." My eyebrows raised and my lips parted, I'm about so say something before your tongue slides into me and I can't protest. Legs weak, breathless and sensitive to your touch I have no choice but to surrender. While tasting me, your tongue expertly flicks into places unknown, playing and teasing me, daring me to climax. Hands sliding over my hips and onto my breasts, they rub me roughly, wet fingers tracing my nipples that stand to attention. My body, more or less naked, is tingling, anticipating what's to come. Your face is submerged beneath me, between my inner thighs; occasional moans making me wet as I feel the vibration from every "mmm" that escapes you. While distracted with your wandering hands on my body, you reach my G spot...and everything just freezes for a moment and then the tension explodes, my back arched. A flood of my liquid seeps into your mouth and my eyes closed with overwhelming pleasure. 

We're still stuck here but I really don't give a fuck.

I open my eyes and prop myself up with on my elbows. Looking back up at me, your face hovering above my warm, tingling pussy, I notice that your eyes are glazed with desire. My hands around your face, I pull you towards me, noticing how your cheeks and lips glisten with the taste of me. Again, our mouths meet. Kissing you passionately, my tongue runs over your lip, wiping the taste of me off your lips and out of your mouth but not your memory. Your hot body is intimately connected to mine, as you lie over me. I unbutton your shirt, and my breasts press against your chest in our close embrace. After some fumbling I manage to get your trousers off, leaving you in your boxers. Expertly slipping them off, I unleash you. Feeling your huge length stretch against my leg, I hesitate about letting you in...you feel so big. Too big. I don't know whether you'd fit. Gently bringing my legs apart, placing yourself in-between again, you break away and look into my eyes - sensing my apprehension. "Don't worry." Your voice alone reassures me, and I move my legs further apart and up to make space for you. You get up off me and kneel, reaching for the condom packet that's in your jacket pocket on your seat in the front. As you open it, my hand reaches up and you drop the condom into my hand. I stretch it as gently as I can over your throbbing erection, leaving some space at the head for you to come. Once my job is done, your body hovers over mine and for a third time are lips are dancing together in an erotic dance. 

You slide in - only partially though, to let me stretch over you and tease me.

Slowly, you slide out.

Then you slide back in, allowing me more of you this time. 

Back out.

Back in, giving me more each time, harder each time, seeing how far you can go. As we get used to the rhythm of our coupling my hips respond, moving up and taking more of you. 

In and out, strokes getting faster, harder, deeper, our voices getting louder from whispers to screams. With each stroke, the air you bring cools my body. 

After a chain of vigorous strikes, you slam into me. 

The machines start abruptly and the car is moving again. 

Our bodies collide, and we can hear our bodies coming together as we fuck hard. Each slap of our bodies colliding brings you closer to the brink, ready to come. 

We both feel it. Your dick throbs inside me, and you don't withdraw. In that moment, you come inside me, and our bodies loosen, the tension released. You kiss my forehead as you continue to come, pouring out of your condom and out of me, down my thighs and probably on your car seat. 

Propped on your elbows, your face above mine, you look into my eyes while still inside me and say:

"Best car wash EVER". 

Light starts to peer in through the windscreen. You slide out of me, and slide my top over my head and back on me. I sit up, pulling my skirt over my legs while you get your pants back on. Finally, I button up your shirt, and climb back into the front. You watch, squeezing my butt as I get into my seat. You leave the blinds up of the windows in the back seat, blocking outside view. I look behind at the backseat. "I didn't realise what a mess we made" I say, laughter in my voice. 

"Never mind. We're definitely going to get messier than this" you say with a wink.