There it is. Right where Eren said it’d be. Fuck, look at them all. It’s quite the sight. And there’s the main attraction right now, drying a car, giving me a full view of her perfect ass. I guess the only downside to this is the fact that they can’t really wear anything other than t-shirts and baggy shorts. But luckily, I have a remedy for that. But first, I need Kylie over there to do me a few favors.

I drive in the car wash, stopping in Kylie’s line. Once she’s done drying and getting paid, the guy drives off and she waves me forward. I drive up to her and roll down my window.

“Hey, there, Kylie,” I say, bringing an arm to my door,

“Oh my gosh!” she yells out in excitement, “Hi, Mr. Spencer!”

“I heard about this event, so I just figured I’d swing by and help out a bit.”

“Wow, thank you so much!”

“Hey, anything for my favorite student.”

She gasps and blushes before saying,

“I’m your favorite?”

“Yup,” I respond, “The best student I’ve ever taught.”

She giggles as I continue glancing at her body. Just you wait, Kylie. You’re really gonna earn your spot as my favorite in just a moment.

“So,” I say, “Bearing that fact in mind, is there some sort of special offer for me?”

“Weeeeell,” she says, bringing her hands behind her back and swaying her hips, “Since you are the greatest teacher ever and since we’re doing so well already, I’d say you can get your wash for 75% off.”

“Wow,” I say in false astonishment, “75%? That’s almost half.”

“Exactly. So you’d be paying $45 instead of $85.”

“Actually, you forgot to carry the 5,” I incorrectly correct, “So that means I’ll owe you $15.”

“Ooooh,” she says, “See, that’s why I’m glad you’re here. You’re so smart.”

Yup. I’m a fucking genius.

“Alright, I’ll just get started,” she says,

“Wait,” I say, stopping her in her tracks, “Isn’t it a bit hot out for you girls?”

“Yeah. I’m burning up, but Mrs. Garret said we have to wear these. Something about not wanting people to stare at high schoolers or something. I don’t know. I wasn’t really paying attention.”

“Oh. Well that’s not fair, is it?”

“No it isn’t. But she’s been really strict about it.”

“Well, how about this?”

I reach to my back seat, retrieving the two piece bikini and say,

“Let’s just keep this between you and me. I’ll drive around to where no one can see and we can do our business there. And if anyone shows up, they’ll see that you’re with a trustworthy teacher who was concerned about your health and safety.”

“That’s so smart!” she says, jumping up and down.

I take a moment to look at her developing tits as she unknowingly rewards me with my unyielding smarts. I’m just as surprised. I just came up with all of that on the fly.

“Alright, let’s do it,” I say.

She nods and grabs her bucket before running over to the passenger side. After ensuring no one’s paying attention, I drive over to a more secluded part of the area, making sure no one’s noticing and being ultra careful of not getting caught. It’s been going perfectly so far. I can’t risk anything going awry. Not when I’m so close.

I park the car and she grabs the bikini.

“Uh,” she says, scouting the area, “Where should I change?”

“Oh, you can change in here,” I reply,

“Uh ... but wouldn’t that be a bit ... weird?”

“Who says it has to be? I’m just looking after my favorite student.”

She grins and blushes again. So easy.

“Yeah, ok,” she says.

She takes off her shirt and unclasps her bra, freeing her adorable b cup tits. She then unties her shorts and slides them off along with her panties, giving me a full on picture perfect view of her cute, little, shaven pussy. I can’t take my eyes off of her. Thank God she’s so damn dense. It’s taking everything within me to not pounce on her right now. Patience. Just a bit longer. Then she’ll be all mine.

As she puts on the bikini, she starts talking to me. But I can’t hear a single thing she’s saying. My mind’s just flooding with all of the things I wanna do to this girl.

“-cer? ... Hellooo?” she says, waving her hand, snapping me out of my trance,

“Oh, sorry, what did you say?” I ask,

“I was just saying thanks for this bikini,” she says, “It’s such a perfect fit. Even matches my shoes.”

“Oh ... right. Yeah. Sure.”

She giggles before stepping out of the car with her bucket. I follow suit, snapping myself out of it as I step out of the car. She places her bucket on the ground and bends over to ring out the sponge, again, letting me get an eyeful of her ass. I can even see the outline of her pussy, too. Time to get a bit risky. I walk over to her and palm her ass, gently rubbing it.

“Oh, hey there,” she says, shocked as she turns her head to me,

“Hey,” I say back, “Just saw something land on you.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

“Any time.”

I rub her for a few more seconds before stepping back. She then picks the bucket up and brings it to the hood of my car before washing it. She then kneels down, scrubbing the headlights. I’m then greeted with opportunity. The bucket’s right above her, barely on the edge. And here she is, scrubbing away at the headlight, creating rough movement.

“Yeah, there’s a bit of grime on that one spot,” I say, “The damn thing’s persistent.”

“Yeah,” she says in a strained tone as she starts scrubbing harder, “It just doesn’t ... wanna ... let ... up.”

She’s scrubbing harder and harder and the bucket’s starting to inch closer and closer to the edge. That’s it. Just a little more. Aaand splash! She’s covered in sudsy water. She screams before standing up and laughing. I join in saying,

“Well, looks like that sucker one this round, huh?”

“Yeah,” she says, “Guess so.”

“Well, I’ve got towels in my car. Why don’t you take a little break until you dry off?”

“Oh. Ok.”

She heads over to the passenger side and I get in the driver’s side. I get a towel from the back and place it on the passenger’s seat before opening the door. She steps inside and sits down on the towel. I then grab another towel, handing it to her.

“Thanks,” she says, taking it,

“Sure thing,” I reply, “Good thing I’m so prepared, huh?”

“Yeah,” she agrees, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

“Well, with the sun being out, I’m sure you would’ve been dry in no time.”

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. But drying with a towel is so much better.”

She then starts drying her head with the towel and I stare at her wet little body. She’s practically naked in front of me again. I can almost see through the bikini. Damn. That’s $20 well spent. But now I gotta remove it. And I know just the way.

“But you know,” I start, “Either way, having your clothes on still wouldn’t have the best end result.”

“What do you mean?” she asks, confused,

“Well, I mean, sure, they’ll dry, but they’ll also start chafing. And no one deserves to go through that.”

“Oh wow, you’re right. I gotta change back.”

Dammit. Forgot she still has clothes here. Think. Think ... Alright, got it.

“Or you could just stay naked,” I suggest,

“What?” she says, shocked, “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, you don’t wanna be burning up again. At least out there, you had the wind kinda keeping you cool. But now you don’t have that luxury. So it’s probably best to not wear anything at all.”