Car Wash

I was driving around in my van the other day, looking for dirty cars on which to leave my flyer. My mobile bikini car detailing business is really starting to take off here in Las Vegas. With all the dust and sand blowing in from the desert, dirty cars are everywhere, but in this intense heat, no one wants to wash them. I thought it would be the perfect way to spend my days, earn some extra money, and work on my tan at the same time. Startup costs were minimal. I needed only a hose, some sponges, soap, a bikini, and some suntan oil, and I was ready to go.

I tried to stay in the nicer parts of town because the men there usually drive nice cars and often tip extremely well. I drove up and down street after street, but it seemed everyone was either at work or had their cars tucked away in the garage. Finally, I turned a corner, and there it was. A white Jeep Cherokee sat in the driveway with Florida tags and what looked like every bug between here and Florida smashed across the front end.

The owner appeared to be about twenty-five years old and was unloading groceries from the back. I raced up his driveway in my van and jumped out, my breasts bouncing. That little move is part of my sales tactic. “Hi, mister,” I said as I walked up to him. “Can I help you inside with those?” I was betting there was no woman around to glare at me, so I took half the bags from his already overloaded hands.

He turned and looked at the van I was driving. A big grin spread across his face as he read the words on the side and then looked me over from head to toe. I was still wearing my red-hot string bikini with a pair of cutoffs over it, and my nipples were already getting hard under his gaze. He did not say a word, but I could almost see the smoke coming from his ears. He turned, headed into the garage, and on into the house. Inside, the place was beautiful but had almost no furniture yet, so I knew he had just moved in and that no woman lived there.

After we set the groceries down, I immediately launched into my sales pitch about washing his dirty car. I could tell I already had him hooked, but he just stood there waiting for me to reach the point of my little visit. After listening to about a minute of my speech, he stopped me and asked, “How much?” I told him, “Seventy-nine ninety-five for the exterior only, and another twenty if you want the inside done too.” He nodded in agreement and smiled again, as if he could not quite believe what was happening. Before he could change his mind, I hurried back outside for my hose.

I unbuttoned my shorts and practically ripped them off. I needed to let my hot, throbbing pussy breathe after being confined in there. He was definitely attractive, and it felt a little thrilling to be alone in his house with him when there was no furniture around. His Jeep was already in the perfect position for washing, so I found the outdoor faucet, filled my bucket with soap and water, and went back to the van for the sponges and my tanning oil.

When I returned, Mr. Mysterious was walking out of the garage with a big glass of water for me. My jaw almost dropped. He had taken his shirt off and was wearing only loose black jogging shorts, with the waistband of his Hilfiger boxers peeking out. I struggled not to stare or giggle as he handed me the water and turned away. I took a long, cool drink while keeping my eyes on him. He began moving boxes around in the hot garage. Before long, he was dripping with sweat and covered in little dirty smudges. I kept thinking how much I would love to wash him down.

Instead, I applied my suntan oil and got to work on his car. I bent over the front of the Jeep. With my hard, oiled body shining in the sun, I scrubbed the bugs and grime out of the grill. It took some real effort to remove three thousand miles of road dirt, but I finished in just under twenty minutes and felt ready to move on to him. Did I say that out loud?

I had been watching him clean the garage and move boxes, and I was sure he had been watching me get all wet and soapy, because he suddenly ran back inside. Yep, must be time to masturbate, I thought. I began to strip out of my wet bikini, figuring he was watching me from a nearby window, and put on a little show. This ought to earn me a nice tip. As soon as I was completely naked, I dumped my bucket of suds, tossed my red bikini over my shoulder, and went to knock on the door.

I was probably every bit as hot as he was by then, and I was about to offer to clean his cock for him when he came walking back outside. I think he knew what time it was, because he had pitched a clear tent in those black shorts. I made the offer, but I did not have to ask twice. I dropped to my knees and began to clean his nice, shaved, throbbing cock with my mouth. He let me suck on it for a few minutes while he looked down at me with those dark eyes.

Suddenly he grabbed me by the arms, shoved me face-first against the garage wall, and entered me in one smooth thrust. I almost screamed with delight, but I knew it would echo to the neighbors’ houses if I did. He began to slip and slide and pound away at my hot pussy, bringing me to three powerful orgasms. I wanted to be on my knees so I could taste him when he came, but he would not let me move. He found the perfect angle, sliding in and out of me, and within seconds I felt the white-hot throbbing of his orgasm as he unloaded, pumping me full of his warm, creamy cum. I could tell by the way he came that he had not been inside a woman in a long time. It was a super-fast throb, like the sperm could not wait to get out of him and into me.

He pulled out after the last pump, and I could feel his cum dripping down my thighs. I put a finger there to catch what I could and brought it to my lips, tasting its wonderful sweetness. I immediately wondered what his diet was like because it tasted so good. Maybe it was simply that I did not even know his name that made it so delicious. Whatever the reason, I did not even want to charge him for the car wash after that. But he pulled a hundred-dollar bill from his shorts pocket, thrust it at me, and walked back inside without another word, leaving me to pack up my things and drive away in silence.

I will definitely be back in a few weeks.