You ever find yourself in that state between sleep and wakefulness, when you wonder if what's playing out in your mind is really happening, or just something conjured from the semi-conscious state?
That's exactly what I began to wonder on Saturday, at just after two in the morning, when, despite how tired I was, I knew I had to take care of the last thing on my to do list. So, much as I dreaded it, especially this late, I began to look for a place to wash my filthy car.
Since the next day was my mother's sixtieth birthday, no way could I show up to take her out for lunch with my car looking the way it did, caked with mud after working as head architect on a new building site all week. So, I knew I had to get the damn thing clean, so I could go home again and hit the sack for at least a few hours of much needed shut eye.
As you can imagine, as I pulled up to one of those coin operated, do it yourself places, I was more than a little surprised to discover that someone else seemed to have the same idea. And because of how late it was, I was pretty curious to see who it was.
But good God in heaven, once I'd parked, got out and took at the other car, getting my first look at her, that's when I seriously began to wonder if I was still on the couch, back at my place, having one hell of an arousing wet dream. Because, fuck - the little sex kitten was the stuff of fantasies. And so damn much of her was showing. Clad in what had to be the tiniest, thinnest pair of shorts I'd ever seen, barely covering her delectable ass, tight enough that I could clearly see the crack in the back, and god help me, even the camel toe in front. Not often a guy was lucky enough to see a girl's cunt showing through her clothes. But fuck, it was one hell of a nice show. Of course with her being soaked to the skin, probably didn't help to hide much.
And don't get me started on the little scrap barely covering those great big beautiful tits - only the thinnest pale pink T-shirt, at least a size too small, that did nothing to hide her big rosy nipples. Torn low enough at the neck to give me a nice eyeful of cleavage, that was already making me so fucking hard, I could barely breathe.
And Jesus, I'd just got here, too. Un-fucking-real.
Then if that wasn't enough, she gave me the nicest smile when she saw me approach, and of course I smiled right back. How could I not when she was wet, barefoot and looking fucking hot enough that my dick was trying it's best to bust past my fly and get at her. Trying to put her at ease, as calmly as I could manage, I said, "Kind of late for this, huh?"
Looking me over from the roof of the little Chevy she was busy washing, she agreed. "Yeah, but I have to get this back to my sister in the morning nice and clean, or she'll rip me a new one."
Oh, wow. Just the thought of ripping into her with my aching cock was enough to get me sweating. Still, I put my money in the machine and reached for the hose. No, not the one in my pants, although I was pretty fucking tempted.
Already I could picture her on the hood of her little car - her pussy spread nice and wide, while I dove in deep, first with my face so I could get a good long taste of her sweet little cunt, then with my hungry cock, imagining ripping into her without mercy. Funny thing was, from the naughty little grin she was flashing me, I had a feeling she might just be on board for it, too.
Oh, fuck me, then watching the little minx rub those nice big tits all over the soapy windows was making me harder than I'd ever been. It was like real live porn - only so much fucking hotter. And seeing her bite her lip, as she kept it up, getting wetter, and wetter, with every sexy sweep of her breasts, I kind of wondered what she'd think if I tried to get my face in there for a suck.
So, after reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head, I decided it might be time for me to start teasing her right back. I take good care of my body, hitting the gym most nights after work, so no big surprise, chicks just love to run their hands over my six pack and sculpted pecs. So I couldn't see any harm in giving her a little motivation.
Sneaking a glance, watching her eyes go big and round as she began to lick her lips, I chuckled as I turned around to give her a good long look at my tight toned ass. I knew my jeans were snug enough that she had to be enjoying the sight of my buns clenching and unclenching as I worked on soaping up my sleek, silver grey Alfa Romeo. Chicks loved my ride, too, and now all I could think of as I ran the soapy sponge over the sleek metal was getting this cute little blonde hot enough to want to ride me.
But before I could even put my plan into action, I heard her yelp and when I looked back over my shoulder, I had a moment of panic when I couldn't see her anymore. Tossing the sponge aside and racing around her car, I laughed with relief when I found her lying on her back in a big soapy puddle, giggling adorably. Probably lost her footing in the soapy mess and fell.
Laughing along with her, of course I could have just offered her a hand up. But what fun
would that be? So, instead I dropped to my knees and straddled her hips. Brushing the long wet hair from her beautiful face, I asked, "Are you okay?"
And it wasn't lost on me that my rigid cock was sitting exactly where I wanted it, nestled right into the cleft of her hot little pussy.
Then suddenly sobering, she stared up at me, our gazes locking for what felt like an eternity. Instead of struggling, or trying to push me off, I couldn't believe it when she started rocking her hot little pussy up against my cock, getting me, if possible, even harder.