8 comments/ 70075 views/ 6 favorites Car Wash Ecstasy Ch. 01 By: RobynG Having breakfast at a local greasy diner with my beau, the conversation stopped when Daniel wantonly gazed upon a young woman walking with her boyfriend along the street outside the window. I couldn't blame him, as the girl was, well, eye-catching. She was wearing a tight tee top which placed her breasts in prominent display. Her beige mini-skirt showed a lot of leg, and I swear Daniel was placed in a trance by her swaying hips. "Daniel?" The calling of his name snapped his eyes away from the girl's shapely ass. He guiltily looked at me, only to see my head-shaking smile. "It's okay, Daniel, I understand. She looks very attractive." I glanced at the couple, now nearing the end of our sightline, as did my boyfriend. They were a cute couple who were snuggled against each other. Her hand was placed gently on her boyfriend's ass, while he was kissing her neck. "I wonder where they do it," asked Daniel. "Huh?" "You know, they probably can't do it at home unless their parents are away, so I just wonder where they do it when they can't mess around at home," said my boyfriend, an older man with graying hair. "They have to sneak away somewhere." I surmised they found the normal places to make love, the places where lovebirds have mated over the ages. At a local park, for instance, or down by the lake at a local lover's lane under a blanket of darkness. There they would turn a car into a bedroom like lovers have for decades. I can't be sure, but most likely lovers of olden days may have even used the back bench of a carriage for their lovemaking setting. It got me thinking. I was lucky my lover --- he a married man --- didn't mind our own love nests, like my apartment or a local motel. For quickies, we were just like the young lovers, we didn't mind being contortionists and making love in one of our trusty automobiles. For many reasons I've always liked being a little adventurous, and if that sense of adventure led be to a secluded yet semi-public setting for sex, so be it. We lowered our voices and speculated on the "unusual" --- that's his word, not mine --- places we had sampled each other's sexual talents over our three-year relationship. Yes, we'd regularly do it in the car, but over time Daniel would convince me to become more adventuresome in our relationship. We performed our sexual escapades in numerous places, locations which made my friends blush. One of his favorites was in the stairwells of mall parking lots, in between floors with the door closed above and below so that an intruder would be heard in advance of his or her spying eyes catching us doing some type of wild thing. We had also messed around in a dark, cramped closet at a local library and braved the elements outdoors in a national park. Our most risky might have been the quick blowjob I gave him in a dressing room at Sears just minutes after the store opened. While there was nobody around at first, I heard women walking past and conversing with each other just feet away from us. Luckily, I had gotten him to shoot off quickly, and we were able to slip away without being caught. Conversely, on one occasion we were caught in the act by several women when we got it on in a rest room during a rock concert. It didn't faze the three girls at all, as they were, well, drunk and more interested in using the facilities than watching our lovemaking. They actually clapped at our activities before leaving. Yes, we had led an adventurous love life, and those semi-public sex escapades were not only physically hot but also mentally. I had used my trusty hairbrush on numerous occasions thinking about our lovemaking sessions and often wondered if we'd ever be able to best whatever last session we had. I met Daniel when I worked at the fast food restaurant he managed. He was a good boss, gave us a little leeway on breaks and hours worked, and I missed him when he was transferred to another store. It was purely by accident when we met at Target, he looking for some jewelry for his wife, me shopping for a new watch. We shared coffees at Starbucks and went our separate ways, but that night I used my trusty hairbrush to satisfy my sexual urges, using Daniel as the poster boy for manhood. He was quite attractive, as he looked distinguished yet had an air or youth. He was in his mid-40s and regularly worked out, something he reminded me I should do more of...the creep. Not that I am obese or anything, at 5-5, my 128 pound, 23-year-old frame carries my long brown hair and brown eyes well. As luck would have it Daniel ran into me at Wendy's one day at lunchtime. Little did I know he had been waiting for me, as I'd mentioned I ate at the restaurant a couple times each week. I was surprised, but pleased, that we met. I asked how his wife Wendy --- how ironic is that? --- was, and he quizzed me of my recent dates. At that time I hadn't been seeing anyone special, not since being dumped by Jason several weeks before. Throughout lunch I caught Daniel sneaking glances at my chest on several occasions, and after a while decided to have some fun with the guy. Sort of give an old guy a thrill. I excused myself and went to the rest room, returning with my mini-skirt hiked a little higher. He gentlemanly stood as I reached the table, and I couldn't help but laugh as his eyes glued themselves to an expanse of thigh which was revealed when I snuggled into my seat. "Mr. Dawson! You are being a little obvious," was my stern comment. "Don't hurt yourself looking..." Busted, Daniel blushed like the child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "It's just you are, well, so beautiful!" stammered the man old enough to be my father. I waved off his comments. "It's okay, it's okay, I was just kidding you." While he was embarrassed at being caught, it didn't stop him from staring at places other than my eyes over the next few minutes. It was kind of cute, actually, and I really enjoyed having some control over the married man. In any event, he went to get his car washed and I went back to work with a smile on my face...all the while wondering if I'd get the chance to tease the man more in the future. Little did I know it would be sooner than I thought as later that afternoon my phone rang and Mr. Dawson's voice brought a smile to my eyes. "You left your umbrella at Wendy's, and if you want I could drop it off after work." That sounded like a deal, and we agreed to meet at 5:30 that cool winter evening. Honest, nothing was planned, but for some reason I jumped into his waiting car when I left the high rise office where I worked. My skirt had revealed an expanse of thigh when I sat down, something Mr. Dawson dutifully noted. I took the umbrella he handed me, and asked him to drive me to my car just two rows away. He did, pulling into a space besides my car, and I did the unthinkable. I kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for his thoughtfulness. "If I knew I was going to get a kiss I would have bought you a new umbrella and said this one was lost," joked the man many years my senior. I smiled, and, well, something came over me. I bent toward the man and planted a slow kiss on his open mouth. We held the pose for a few seconds before he broke the kiss, bringing a look of disappointment to my face. "If we're going to do that, maybe I should drive to the back of the lot." He looked at me, as if waiting to be dismissed. I just smiled, and he took the hint. He drove away from the front of the building and around back. He pulled into a space along the back of the lot, well away from any other vehicles and guarded from two sides by bushes. Turning toward me, he smiled and pulled me toward him. Without any hesitation I leaned over and soon we were kissing like teenagers. I have to admit it was quite exciting knowing I was attractive to this mature specimen. I loved it when he kissed my neck, and when he did that in tandem with massaging my breast, well, I was smitten. His hand snaked inside my blouse and he caressed my breast, first, on top of my bra and then on bare skin after lifting the bra off and above my breasts. "Umm," I cooed, enjoying the sensation. "Don't stop, it's perfect." Daniel's soft fingers danced on my nipples, first one then the other. All the while he kept kissing my neck. Even in the dark I noticed his excitement below, and I reached down to caress his cock over his pants, an action which brought a sigh to his throat. "Mr. Dawson, I think something needs to be unleashed," I said, smiling at my feeble attempt at humor. Then, seriously, I added, "What about your wife?" He didn't miss a beat. The look on his face was priceless, and he murmured something like, "Just do it, please, take it out." I unzipped his pants and slowly reached into his boxers, taking a firm grip on his manhood. I stroked it, slowly and then a little faster as I watched it grow. "Is this for me?" "Yes," was his only reply. Feeling guilty, I mean, he was married, I began pulling away, but I stopped and continued stroking him before I felt his hand gently pushing my head down. Well, I am sure his wife might have objected to this course of action, but if he didn't mind, neither did I! I lowered my head and kissed the tip of his hardening cock, then tongued round and round the mushroom shaped crown. That brought a few moans from above, so I figured I was doing something right. I once had a guy tell me there's never a bad blow job, but I learned long ago never to let anything go to chance when working on a guy's cock. Once I thought I had given a masterful beejay only to learn from a girlfriend who heard from her boyfriend that Thad, the guy I had blown the previous week, that I had nipped his precious cock with my teeth. It's funny how Thad had never mentioned anything being amiss when I was sucking his dick. As I remember it, he was calling me a great cocksucker while I vacuumed the sticky sauce from his manhood. That was the last time he had me in that situation. Practice makes perfect, I thought, as I slowly alternated licks between sucks of Mr. Dawson's tasty cock. It couldn't have been more than five-and-a-half inches in length, but what it lacked in one area it was more than ample in another. He had to be four inches around. I mean, it was working to oval my mouth around the whole sausage. Still I was up to the task, and my licks graduated to a slow, sensuous, wet, loud gripping of his dick with my lips. I started at the tip and slowly sucked more and more of his dick into my mouth by manipulating my lips. The groans from the man told me all I needed to know about whether he liked it or not. I had only gone up and down his cock a few times when I felt his hand grasp my head and hold it steady. About four inches of dick was planted in my mouth, and I merely tightened and loosened my lips, keeping it in position. "Robyn, I'm going to cum. You can pull it out!" gasped the man. Not today, buster, I had worked hard for his nectar, and I wasn't going to have it splash all over his car when my mouth and tummy wanted it dearly. Maybe wifey didn't swallow, but this girl does. "Oh, jeez, Robyn, it's great," were the famous last words of the man before his cock erupted its seed inside my hot, willing oral cave. "YES!" For an older guy he had a lot of pent-up sperm which needed to be unleashed from his sack. He spurted several hard shots before releasing a bit more of the tangy sauce. I swallowed while continuing to suck his shrinking dick, finally looking up at the man who was gazing down in awe. Smiling, I licked the tip of his cock before rising into the passenger seat. Daniel started to say something, but I waved him off. "Be quiet. Just kiss me...now." This was my ultimate test of whether I might have seconds one day with the guy. There are a lot of men who won't kiss their women after a blow job, and that's their prerogative. For me, though, it's a definite step toward never having my lips on their dicks again. My feeling is that if the cocksucking is good enough for me to have to swallow the demon seed, then the least a guy can do is kiss the lips that performed the magic. Not only did Mr. Dawson kiss me, but we French-kissed, swapping spit and, yes, the residual effects of his cum, for several minutes. Um, this wasn't to be a one-nighter. Me think there will be more where that came from. Over the next several months Daniel and I secretively met and out lovemaking advanced from blow jobs to full blown sexual escapades, although oral sex was a big part of our repertoire. And while we did the deed in the bedroom, our best rendezvous had to be of the semi-public variety. Not open enough to get caught, but risqué enough that we both were taken to a higher plateau. The man surely enjoyed being adventurous, like the time we were walking in a park along a passenger railroad in the early evening. We heard the whistle of an oncoming train, and he pulled me close, kissed me, then pushed me down onto my knees. I got the picture, and, looking around to make sure the coast was clear, reached into his pants and pulled out his manhood. Licking the tip, I heard the train whistle once more, closer this time. I began sucking his cock in earnest, tasting his hardness which had risen to full mast in mere seconds. "Oh, Robyn, don't stop...yes, that's good...here comes the train...more, keep sucking me...it's a passenger train...oh that feels so good...the engineer sees us Robyn, keep sucking...this is unbelievable...there are passengers...they can see us...oh I'm cumming." I looked away from his short hairs and toward the track, holding his dick in my mouth, and observed the train pulling away. I have no way of knowing if people saw us, only Daniel's description. But he swears the driver and at least some passengers had to have seen our frolic. All I know is the man fired his cum with less than two minutes of help from my mouth, so it had to have been fantastic for him. Walking back to the car I had a huge smile upon my face, and I could swear every one who walked past us knew what we had been up to. When we got back to his car he kissed me and smiled. "That was great, Robyn, that was fantastic." Daniel drove me back to my car. "See you soon honey. I gotta go and get my car washed before I head home," said the man. "Oh, maybe I could join you some day at the car wash," I joked. "That would be a nice cheap date." At the time I didn't know how accurate my little attempt at levity had been. To be continued... * * * * * Thanks for reading and voting on this story. And thanks to all my friends who asked me to write some more stories. Car Wash Ecstasy Ch. 02 When it comes to my lovelife, never in my wildest dreams could I imagine that I'd date a married man. It was just plain wrong. I had known that fact early in my teen years, when my sister Kelly's best friend, Courtney, was caught in the act of lovemaking in her parent's basement. Her folks returned from a shopping trip to Costco and decided to carry a large purchase directly to the basement from the back door. Apparently Courtney and her beau were getting busy on top of the pool table, the stereo sounds masking the key in the back door, and never heard the parents enter --- until her mother let out a scream. If being caught in the act wasn't enough strike two was that her mate was 12 years her elder. Strike three was the undeniable fact that Courtney found herself pregnant with the man's child. They would have gotten married, except for the fact that he already had a wife, two children and a world of problems with the law. Kelly and I were lectured about the situation weekly. Don't have sex, don't date married men, don't chew gum in line, don't, well, you get the idea. So what the heck was I doing seeing a married man in his mid-40s, some 20 years my senior? If I could explain it I would, but I can't. I seduced him, I will admit that much, and originally thought it would be a quick fling. Six months have gone by, and while I do have a steady boyfriend I will also admit to longing for Daniel's phone calls and touch. Daniel, my older guy, is a sweetheart. And he had this habit of surprising me, with gifts and exciting sexual escapades. As mentioned in a prior story, Daniel loved "adventurous" escapades, convincing me to cavort with him in the car, at parks, a baseball dugout and other semi-public locations. It was very hot for me, knowing people could be nearby and might even catch a glimpse of what we were doing. Not that I wanted to be caught in the act, no, that wasn't the case. Rather it was the treat of danger which boiled my juices. Given his marital situation, Daniel and I didn't have a lot of time to meet, and while we were a little adventurous there was always an eye out for onlookers. We'd catch time together when he was supposed to be golfing (excellent, because of the five hours he could use as an excuse for being away from home) or when he was shopping or getting chores done. I imagined he'd tell his wife he was heading to Home Depot or the local car wash and instead we'd get together for an hour or so and talk, laugh and, yes, mess around. It was on the edge, dangerous and satisfying for me. Wendy (his lovely wife) was a sweetheart, and for a time I was dismayed at having seduced her husband. Yet I never really attempted to cut off the relationship, I knew nothing was in "our" plans other than having a good time. Our meetings were exciting, the sex was good, and the thrill of doing naughty things with another woman's property was likely as exhilarating to me as it was exciting to Daniel having me as his little sly, on the side, honey. I actually enjoyed our quickies, our sneaking around. Yes, in my "real" life I'd date and even love someone, but my fling with Daniel was completely different. While I had feelings for him, I think it was the act of what we were doing and how we were doing it that made it so hot. A couple weeks back, after an evening where a policeman came within a minute of finding me kneeling on the front seat of Daniel's car pleasuring his meaty manhood, we began to take more precautions. Public, or semi-public, sex when caught in the act by the wrong person was indeed lewd and salacious behavior, and neither Daniel nor I could afford making our way onto the pages of the local rag. So over the last couple weeks we were much more careful in our selection of places for intimacy. I also re-learned a long forgotten skill that helped me get through high school --- the art of the handjob. My first one was given during the summer between my junior and senior years. I had discovered boys a little late, and I also quickly discovered several of my friends were more popular than I…even though I believed my personality and looks were their equal. They, though, "put out" on dates where my virginal body was off limits. To combat this good reputation I began allowing certain guys a little leeway in our late night tug of wars. They'd be allowed to cop a feel of my breasts or a little stroking of my ass, but were to keep away from my virgin pussy. That satisfied a few of them, but one incredible hunk, Tom, wouldn't take no for an answer. He swore his girlfriend Ann had blown him, a fact I believe to this day he embellished, but he was insistent that I was the only girl he dated who didn't satisfy him in some way on their dates. One night we made out on a dark lover's lane and Tom became increasingly difficult to push away, not that I really wanted him too. We had been making out for nearly an hour and I was feeling, well, wonderful. I allowed him to fondle my breasts, under my bra, and that added to my stimulation. He begged for more, but no meant no, and I emphatically told him so. Still he wanted release, and as we kissed I felt his hand leave my breast. Without breaking the kiss I glanced down, and saw him unleash his fly and pull out his manhood. It was erect, throbbing, and I watched as he began playing with it. It was an awesome sight, and soon on impulse I reached down and began stroking it. Tom began moaning and rocking to the tune of my manipulation of his blossoming dick. He groaned and moaned that it felt good, so I continued my playing with and stroking of his cock. It throbbed to my touch, and suddenly, without warning, I brought it to a splashy, sticky explosion. At first I was disgusted at having the sticky spermy stuff on my hand and blouse, but given Tom's breathlessness and his whispering of sweet nothings into my ears I surmised I not only had performed admirably but I also did so without any risk of pregnancy. Over the next few months I mastered the craft of getting guys off with my hand, first Tom, then, after we broke up, Buddy, Robby and Bill. Word of my exploits apparently made their way around the locker room, and I never had a problem getting a weekend date. My handjob skills improved with practice --- like mom said, "practice makes perfect!" Little did she know. Over time I moved on to other ways of satisfying my dates but I always had fond memories of my teenage wrist workouts. Late the night after that close encounter of the police kind with Daniel I remembered that handjobs could not only be satisfying but also a heck of a lot safer in the public arena than other forms of sexual escapades. Especially when fooling around with a guy in an automobile. My latest lover and I met a couple times after the near discovery date and I practiced and regained my skill at stroking cock --- like they say, it's like riding a bike, you never forget. Daniel was surprised the first time I did it, but there was no question he loved it and it was enjoyable for me. The act of stroking a cock apparently is something guys like, as if they dislike anything sexual. I mean, I stroke a cock while giving head, play with it before slipping it inside my pussy, so what's wrong with stroking one until it cums? As I've mentioned, Daniel has this thing about his car, he was forever getting it serviced and cleaned. So it was no surprise to me when he pulled up to the parking lot where I was waiting, flirtingly slipping my skirt up to show a little thigh. I slid into the car, ensuring my pleated, 14-inch miniskirt stayed high and gave him a good eye shot of my white thigh. He murmured something about me being a tease, but instead of taking me in his arms he just asked if I minded if he drove over an got his mud-drenched car cleaned. Nope, as long as we were together, I was happy. We left the lot and drove up the interstate away from civilization and pulled off at a couple exits. But instead of driving into the gas station he slowly drive past, turned around and circle back to the main road. The second time he did it I asked what was going on, and he merely replied he only took his car through a certain type of car wash. Whatever…but his indecision gave me an idea, and I reached over to stroke his thigh. After a bit I began playing with his cock under his pants, feeling it get hard. He was rocking in the driver's seat, and I couldn't help thinking that anyone who passed us would have to know something was going on in that seat. I stroked him for a couple minutes before I prepared to take the ultimate plunge. Unzipping him, I pulled out the manhood and stroked right out in the open and readied my lips to go down on the throbbing manhood…all the while Daniel was driving and moaning. I believed I would get him off while he was driving, but apparently he had other ideas. Here I was, ready to suck his cock, and he was nonplussed. He pulled off the interstate once again, but quickly drove back on in the same direction. Minutes later he did find a car wash to his liking off Exit 32, and we first filled the gas tank (yes, he zipped but there was no mistaking his erection in his pants) then purchased "The Works". He slipped back into the driver's seat, a tent still decorating his pants. We pulled up to the entryway to the adjacent car wash, entered the wash code and closed the windows. Daniel suggested for a reason not readily apparent that I move my seat forward a bit. I soon found out why. As he slowly glided into the car wash stall, he told me to pull the lever and push my seat all the way back. I did, figuring he was going to play with me for a minute, but he pulled me toward him as the spray began hitting the car. Without a whisper of encouragement he simply pulled my head over his cock and I sucked him rock hard in a few seconds before he pushed me prone back onto my seat. To my surprise he slid over on top of me, slipped his pants down and quickly rubbed his dick on my pussy, sliding up and down, before entering my wet, wanting, waiting quim. Right there in the car wash he began banging me. I still can't believe there was no other prelude, he just rubbed his dick up and down my slit and then banged it home into my creamy hole. Clearly I was in need of a cock but the surprise of his quick taking of me sparked my libido to new heights. As the car was enveloped in suds Daniel pounded my pussy, rocking to the swinging pendulum of the cleaning cycle. He reached around and held my ass with both hands, sort of lifting me up so my legs were high and spread wide, giving him help with his pounding. The fuck was incredible, and I was lost in the excitement when I heard him groan he was going to cum. We continued our mutual rocking as I saw his eyes close and face contort as he began filling my hole with his love sauce. We held each other close, intensely kissing until a loud horn beeped behind us. "Shit!" exclaimed Daniel, jumping back over to the driver's seat, giving the occupants of the car behind us a flash. I looked over my shoulder only to see a Ford pickup behind us with two teenage boys slapping hands at seeing us doing the wild thing. How long the wash had ended was anyone's guess, but the two clearly has seen us banging. As Daniel pulled out of the car wash, his pants still down around his ankles, I smoothed down my skirt and blew a kiss at the two voyeurs behind us. We sped out of the facility and began laughing at the escapade, Reaching over to my guy, I kissed Daniel's neck as he drove back onto the interstate. "That was incredible," said my boyfriend. "Yea, I bet that's something you and your Wendy never contemplated!" I replied. Leave it to me to remind by lover that he was being anything but the faithful husband. "You got that right, to her being risqué is leaving the lights on when we do it," said Daniel. Gulp, he had to throw that it. Yes, I knew he banged his wife, heck, she's beautiful. I just didn't need to be reminded of that. Still, I put it aside as I leaned back into the car seat and replayed our earlier activities in my mind. A smile came to my lips.