His Turn

She was bent over the hood of the car. Her long legs were tanned smooth, muscles flexing as she worked the soapy sponge back and forth over the hot metal, her ass wriggling with each movement. She wore a pair of faded denim shorts that left little to the imagination.

She stopped moving, picked up a bucket and threw the contents over the car. It splashed back soaking into her clothes. She was slender, her body curving in all the right places.

He saw her top move and pull tight across her breasts as she turned to face him mouth forming the perfect smile, inviting.

“Hi,” She spoke, her voice sultry, exciting him, “Want yours washed?”

He grinned, “Sure.”

Her long hair moved gently with the breeze, golden in the sun, ends curled with soapy water. He realised he was hard, pushing against the front of his jeans. He hoped she couldn't see.

He could see her nipples, hard and poking through the dark red fabric of her tank top, her breasts perfect and round.

“Where is it?” She asked, lips soft and pouting, rousing him from his view.

“What?” He heard his own voice and knew he sounded stupid.

“Your car.” She giggled.

“Oh, it’s around back.” He felt a blush creep into his cheeks.

“Let’s go.” She grabbed his hand. Her fingers were warm and slender, still soapy.

They reached the back of the garage and without another word she pushed him against the wall. He felt his back slam, reverberate on metal but didn’t feel any pain as she pressed her lips to his, kissing him hungrily, needy while her hands moved swiftly down his chest to the zipper of his jeans. She unfastened his buttons with the speed of a pro and freed his hard member with ease.

"Let's do something about this, shall we?" She smiled wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

He felt her hand embrace him, circling, teasing. Then she moved, crouching on her knees before him taking his erect dick into her mouth. It felt warm and oh-so-good. He moaned with pleasure as she worked her tongue up and down, licking and sucking.

He felt it build, he knew it was coming and wanted her to taste him so bad. Then her mouth was gone, the breeze cool against his wet penis. He searched her eyes as she looked up at him.

Why did you stop? He was thinking to himself, feeling let down.

"You can't, not yet." She whispered as she stood and began to unbutton her jeans, slowly and deliberately, knowing he was watching her every move.

Taking his hand once more she led him over to where his car was. She had suspected it was a lie, a reason to talk to her. Now it was a place to fuck. She pulled herself up onto the bonnet of the car feeling the metal burn into her bare legs, enjoying the warmth.

“Do you want me?” She asked, teasing him as she slid the shorts down her bare legs.

His eyes were wide and he only nodded.

With a satisfied grin, Michelle dropped them to the floor. He could see she wore no panties. His penis strained and he moved forward, ready to take her there and then. She stopped him with her foot, shaking her head.

“Take your clothes off.” She told him. Without question he hurriedly scrambled out of his clothes and stood naked before her, his body slim but muscular.

“Okay.” She spread her legs before him, watching as his member jumped, eager to be inside. She laid herself back against the windshield feeling the heat seep into her back and waited in anticipation of his entry.

She felt his dick prod her against the leg, hot and hard. Then he was in, moving gently at first but soon thrusting and pounding with speed. He moaned above her.

She could feel her own climax building as he moved into her then suddenly it stopped. Looking up she was about to protest when he grabbed her hand and pulled her from the car. With gentle force he turned her and bent her over the car and entered her from behind. He thrust hard, feeling her slick and warm. She could feel her breasts sliding against the car, teasing her nipples.

It was building again, he could feel it. He didn’t want it to end. With a final last hard thrust into her wet pussy he erupted, sowing his seed deep inside of her, gasping for breath.

For a few moments he didn’t move, happy to be just beside her, in her. She panted under him, a cheeky grin on her face.

“I’ve wanted that for so long.” He huffed, catching his breath.

“What do you mean?” She asked frowning as she felt his penis pulse inside of her again. He moved stepping away from her slightly, giving her room to sit up. She still sat before him naked, comfortable, resting her hand on his back feeling the perspiration.

“I pass this car wash every day. I see you cleaning, waxing, soaping, every day bent over some other guys car.”

She giggled, “Yeah?”

“Today it was my turn.”