Car Wash
by J. Rose Allister
Short Fiction/Erotica/Exhibitionism
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A hot ride with the sexy attendant of an automated car wash turns even kinkier when the suds come on—and the observation window comes into view.
Excerpt:
I almost felt sorry for the sexy creature walking beside the queue of cars. I was such a sucker for fuck-me-now rocked shoulders and wavy, dark hair. The man had absolutely no idea what I was about to do to him.
My stomach tickled with anticipation while I watched the attendant prep the car ahead of me. He must have been new, because I would definitely have remembered that firm ass and hot pecs. A lazy smile curved up one side of my face. And here I’d thought the afternoon would involve no more than mindless errands.
While I watched muscles flex and sun glint off his hair, I reached up beneath my skirt to finger the silk thong covering my labia. I was moist for him already. Then the owner strode up to the attendant and began talking and gesturing wildly. I couldn’t make out the conversation, but the old man was obviously not pleased with my would-be sex toy’s job performance. I rolled my eyes. The owner was such an ass. Even better reason for what I had planned.
The cocky swagger of the attendant’s hips caught my attention. His gait lit my insides, but it was the smolder in his pale grey eyes that turned the pleasing dampness between my legs into a full-blown throbbing. I stroked my pussy faster. This man was sex incarnate, and I had to have him here and now.
I checked my glossy pink lips and tousle of chin-length burgundy waves in the rearview of my sports car and removed my naughty hand just as he stopped in front of my door. An impressive bulge was visible in snug jeans until he leaned down to address me. I pressed the button to lower my window.
“Afternoon, ma’am,” he said. His deep tenor sent a little thrill through my chest. “Just a wash, or can I offer you the deluxe shine and wax today?”
Oh yeah, wax me until I shine. I licked my lips. “Give me the works.”
