Chapter 3: Washing My Car

With Kristen on her way home, I was left with the prospect of having to wash the dirty car that waiting for me. It wasn’t much of a car but I was proud of it and I enjoyed washing it for the most part, especially when I got to do it with friends or in front of other people. Face it, the car wash had been the ultimate tease/fantasy for years. What would be a charity car wash without the bikini girls trying to draw in traffic? Nothing brings in bigger tips than a wet-short and no bra. Washing a car provides so many opportunities to bend over, lean over, etc. without being TOO obvious about it although everyone still knows what it going on. Even church-sponsored car washes that I’ve taken part in seem to wink at the blatant sexuality, all in the name of charity of course.

Unfortunately, today was going to be a bit more mundane in that my plans were just to park the car at the bottom of my dad’s driveway and use the hose to wash it off. The odds of anyone even noticing I was there were pretty low but then you can’t expect EVERYTHING you do to have some sexual connection, even car washing. This it was more because of the weather than any conscious decision to tease that I chose to wear the “traditional” carwash outfit - bikini bottoms and a t-shirt. Even though it wasn’t THAT hot this early in the year, with the sun out it was plenty warm enough to get started on the summer tan.

I’d checked with my dad earlier in the week and was disappointed to learn that he would be working downtown at his office all day Saturday but then, what else was new? It would have been fun to tease him a bit while washing the car. Heck, he may be my dad but he is still a guy and what guy doesn’t get off watching a girl washing a car - provided she does it right.

So anyway, I pulled in and drove down the driveway to where the garage was and parked in the middle of the concrete slab. Punching in the code to the garage door, it rose and I dragged out the hose and a bucket with some rags that he kept around just for this. After I hooked up the hose I went inside to get a bucket of hot water from the laundry sink, added same car soap, and got to work.

First I rinsed it down and soon realized that while it might be warm and sunny, there was more of a breeze than it first appeared to be. As I sprayed the car, the wind blew some water back at me but I managed to stay pretty dry until the stream hit one of the tires just right, causing it to bounce back at me. I sputtered and spat as it hit my face and dampened my T-shirt.

Looking down at what was now essentially a transparent T-shirt, thoughts of my morning masturbation session with Kristen came back as I felt my nipples poking through the wet cotton that clung to my boobs like Saran Wrap. Suddenly it didn’t feel quite as warm out and my nipples tingled with the impact of the cold water against them. From the way I was responding, it was soon apparent that I was still horny and there’s just one thing to do when you’re horny and all alone - masturbate!