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Saturday, May 23, 2009

The Car Wash by Etienne D’Artagnan

"All I'm saying is—"

"I'm boring in bed. Yeah I got you, Dora." He cut her off. He still wouldn't look at her.

She sighed.

"I didn't say that, Kevin. I just said I wanted to spice things up." Dora sat in the passenger seat of Kevin Patterson's Mustang convertible. She glanced at him and knew he was angry from the stormy look on his face.

"Spice things up. Boring. Same damn thing, sweetheart."

"It is not!"

He stayed silent, ignoring her.

Kevin suddenly pulled across the heavy traffic and into the car wash, an unholy look of mischief on his face. He stuck his hand out the window and flipped off the various drivers honking their horns at him and then unfastened his seat belt, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.

“What on earth are you doing, Kevin?” Dora eyed him nervously. “You have that look again.” She watched him pull several bills out and hand them to the attendant.

“The car needs a wash.”

The attendant hooked the tow chain to the car and they began to roll toward the dim interior of the car wash.

“You had it washed yesterday.”

“Well,” he said silkily, “I need to wash it again.”

He turned and looked at her over the top of his sunglasses, an unmistakable glint in his eye.

“You wouldn’t!” Her face heated as it dawned on her what he had in mind.

“I would and I most definitely am.” He gave her a wolfish grin and reached over, unfastening her seat belt and pulling her hands away from her face. When she'd suggested spicing up their sex life this was not quite what she had in mind.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily, his tongue sliding into her mouth, exploring just the way he knew made her knees weak while he unbuttoned her blouse. She tried to bat his hands away but when he bent his head down and covered her quickly hardening nipple with his mouth, sucking hard and lightly grazing it through the lace of her bra with his teeth she suddenly felt like a puddle of goo. He chuckled when she moaned.

“Resistance is futile, Dora doll, you will be fucked.”

She weakly hit his arm, “You’ve been watching...that stupid...sho - ohh again.” She couldn't help the soft moan; he knew just how to tease her nipples. The sound of the water hitting the car made her jump. He chuckled softly.

“Mmm-hmmm,” he murmured, still working on her nipples through the bra. He turned and pulled her onto his lap, unzipping his pants and freeing his growing erection as the water sheeted down over the car.

"Kevin, stop, we'll get arrested," she said breathlessly.

"Maybe," he said. He didn't stop. He was going to fuck her right there in the car wash, right there in public where anyone might see them. The thought almost made her come.

She straddled his lap. He slid his hands up under her skirt and beneath the elastic of her panties. His hands were rough from the construction work he did, but his touch was still gentle. He slid them over her, pushing her panties aside. The head of his cock nudged inside her.

Dora never got tired of how strong he was, his hands gripping her hips and easing her down onto himself, embedding himself deeply, joining his body to hers. She shifted and hit something on the dash. The sound of a motor announced the lowering of the top of the black convertible.

A lightning bolt of lust ripped through her. She rocked against him, yelping as the hot water of the wash hit her. This was better than fucking in the shower.

He tightened his hold on her. “Oh shit,” he laughed breathlessly as great globs of soap suds dropped down onto them. The scrubbers would be next with their plastic bristles. She groaned and Kevin reached up, pulling her head down to his shoulder, his hand on the back of her head. He arched himself up, pushing deeper into her as the scrubbers hit. She cried out and ground herself against him.

“Ohh fuck, Dora,” he moaned, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. She knew the hot wax and the rinse were next and hoped she could hold out until the hot air drier. She couldn't. The hot wax hit her and she suddenly shuddered, moaning his name, bringing him with her as she came. He bucked within her, reaching his own release, hot and wet and sticky, as she collapsed against him bonelessly.

He pushed her back over into the passenger seat, tugging her skirt into place before gingerly zipping himself up as the soothing heat of the rinse cycle started.

The car finally rolled through the air driers and out into the hot Texas sun. Suddenly there was the sound of cheering and applause from the crowd of wash attendants. She had forgotten all about them. Dora covered her face and moaned, leaning over against Kevin, thoroughly embarrassed. He put his arm around her, rubbing her back.

"Still bored?" he asked. "If you are we could test the park bench in front of the courthouse. Oh, hey I know, how about the--"

"Kevin!" She reached over and smacked his leg.

With a laugh he started the car up and waved at the small crowd of onlookers as he drove off in his car full of water.

About the Author: Etienne Michel D’Artagnan has lived all over the world and is currently living on a barge on the Seine. His dream is to live on a starship and travel the galaxy with his lover and his dog Muffin. He loves to hear from readers.

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