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I looked out of the window to the street.
In the bright sunlight of the past few days, my little convertible somehow looked totally versed. The paint was covered by a disgustingly brown layer and garbage and dust collected in the interior. All in all not nice at all, in this spring -like weather, so first of all automobile wash.
The right outfit, considering the weather and my project, was quickly found. I chose my favorite – hot pants and a white fine rib – shirt.
The shirt is very tight, but I did not use one bra, Since all of my sports bras were in the laundry and I feel my lace underwear too uncomfortable for everyday life.
My favorite – Hot Pants has been for a long time. Jeans, totally frosted, extremely short, in the crotch of the fabric is only the double council, but still totally comfortable and therefore my favorite piece of clothing.
I briefly considered whether I shouldn’t pull a string underneath, but I assumed that on a Monday at lunchtime, shortly before the end of the month, nobody was washing his car at an SB washing system anyway, so I had the way.
I grabbed a garbage bag and first started collecting the garbage that was accumulated behind and under the seats and then disposing of the garbage can.
Then I got on, put on my sunglasses, let the hood open and drove off, towards the SB washing system.
It really wasn’t going on much. There were only 3 cars in the boxes and were washed by their owners. The first box was free, i.e. a convertible in, hood to, off to the money change machines.
10,- pure, 11 tokens out, back to the car and off you go.
The water splashed wonderfully through the area, while I started with the high -pressure cleaner to spray the dirt from the car, it didn’t take long and my shirt was slightly transparent in some places.
I scrubbed the foam brush, soap the car completely and grabbed the high -pressure cleaner again, which I washed the foam until the paint shone in its metallic gloss again.
In the mirror of the paint I found that my shirt was now completely transparent, I held briefly, then I went out of the box and looked around. I found that I was alone, the 3 other vehicles were gone. Then I got in and drove to the vacuum cleaners.
When I opened my hood again, I saw that a young woman, I guess 18-19 years old, was in the last box to wrench her smart with the foam brush.
As I sucked out the inside of my convertible, I looked over to her several times.
It was built normally, about 1.70m tall, red -haired, the hair tied to the ponytail. A pretty face, decorated with freckles and black glasses, somehow nerdy.
She was wearing a green leggings and a black, long shirt.
I had fully sucked and started to free my dashboard and the center console from the dust with care cloths when she was parked at the vacuum cleaner.
“Hi, sorry …” she said, in a very friendly voice “… you may be able to sell me a brand because the machine only takes bills …”
When I went up, I looked into a bright, friendly smile and bright green eyes.
“The vacuum cleaner also takes euros …” I replied.
“Oh, okay, thank you” and she was already turning away with a smile.
As she sucked, I kept looking at her, of course I tried to seem inconspicuous.
Sometimes I was able to admire her sweet, apple-like butt when she unconsciously stretched it towards me, sometimes when she sucked from the other side, I was able to catch a quick look at her bra. Red, with black flowers.
I was wide -legged, bent over and was just to clean the plastic strip next to the driver’s seat, at the door of the door, whereby I had noticed that the double -head council on my too tight hot pants was slipped next to my labia and theoretically mine was completely freelying pussy could see.
The thought turned me on, just like the gentle wind that stroked my pussy. Mine nipple were stone hard and the first wet thread ran down on my right thigh when I suddenly heard her voice: “Well, that’s a sight, so honestly? I would also like to stroke it … “
Without thinking, I was just turning, turning and looking questioningly directly into her wide grinning face.
“I swear, I mean your car …” came straight out of her mouth.
Too bad – I thought and replied with a smile: “Oh, okay … yes, that’s my darling, even if I sometimes neglect it. “”
“I like it, maybe I can afford one, at some point …” she escaped “… by the way, her shirt is transparent …”
I looked down at myself, my nipples bored through my shirt, it was so great with water that it stuck to me like a second skin.
“Well, that happens when washing …” I said, while I turned around and pretended to tap the headrests, and I had to look around and find that she and I were completely alone.
Then I put out my wet shirt without a word and spread it on my trunk lid.
I saw that she looked at me, her eyes almost fell out of her head.
“Not that I get pneumonia …” I escaped while I got into the car and took a new caregiver out of my can to clean the center console again.
Of course I noticed that she kept looking at me from her open passenger window and every time I started, she quickly turned away, probably in the hope that I don’t notice it.
Now or never … full risk – I thought.
I got out, pulled the hot pants down to the floor, then I went to the car side that was facing her car, opened the door, put me turned on the seat, spreading mine Legs As far as I could and began to stroke my pussy.
She looked directly at me, her eyes were wide open, she swallowed, but did not turn her eyes off.
With two Finger I massaged my clit and looked at her. I was so wet, you could clearly hear every movement of my fingers.
With index finger and middle finger of my left hand I pulled my labia apart, then I introduced middle fingers and ring fingers on the right hand and started to fuck me, ever more firmly.
She still looked at me excitedly.
Now full throttle, I rubbed my clitoris on the left, fucked my dripping column with the right, faster and faster, unoordinated, I couldn’t hold it, I came, it sprayed wet out of me, groaning and screaming, I couldn’t quit, I couldn’t quit,Just a few movements and it came to me again, just as violent.
Now I could stop.
I sagged briefly together, after a few seconds I straightened up. She still looked at me in astonishment.
“Well, you enjoyed the view?”I asked grinning.
In response, only a cautious nod came.
“More? Maybe together?” I asked.
No reaction.
“Everything OK with you?“I asked and got a nod. Then she started her smart and how the wind disappeared.
I picked up my hot pants and put it on again when I saw a younger guy who was just washing his scooter in one of the boxes. I immediately came up with an idea.
I took my shirt, which was already drier and went to him.
He didn’t seem to notice me until I stood in the box with him.
“Hi” I said while staring at me with big eyes.
“What is the title?“I asked as he shook his head in disbelief.
“Okay, then without talking …” I escaped “… please so that you can rub him off, not that he gets stain from the water” I put my gorge shirt over his shoulder. Then I turned around and went back towards the convertible, I saw it again, he was still staring at me, he was still staring at me and his gaze sticked to me until I drove from the site of the SB washing system.
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