Sandy was hot, the weather had been intense the last few days and she was in a pair of dirty gardening shorts and a tank top. Her boyfriend was working on the garden, mowing the lawn and preparing the flower beds for the new plants they intended buying the next day at the nursery.
It was a balmy Saturday afternoon, and the town where they lived was relatively small, and had no other distractions than the park where all the town's kids congregated, and the local movies. Which only had three different offerings and Sandy and Rob had seen them all.
Rob was out at the bottom of the garden, and she was in the house getting the last dishes from lunch washed, and was then going to go out and join him in the sun. Sandy was humming softly to herself, as she had a little flutter of excitement in her tummy. She really did feel a little twitchy and uneasy, but in a good way.
She went thru to the bedroom and looked out the window into the garden to where Rob was working and watched him bending and stretching as he worked the soil over, shoving the spade in and lifting it out again with a clod of dirt on the blade, his muscles straining and tightening as he worked, the sweat of his effort shining on his arms and chest in the sunlight.
She slipped the dirty shorts off, removed her thong, and pulled the shorts back on again, as she was going to go and wash the cars, or so she planned. She walked down the passage in the house and headed to the front door. She walked out into the sunshine, and walked over to where the two cars were parked. His, a 2 Litre VW Golf and hers, an Opel Corsa 1800.
For her to clean the cars, she needed some things to do it as well as Rob liked, and in a way that she could also be proud of her work. She entered the garage and collected a medium sized square bucket. She put the cleaning gel and polishes into the bucket and added the sponges and cloths for the job.
She connected the hosepipe to the tap and dragged the length out to the two vehicles, and started the trip back to turn on the water. Turning the water on was not a huge problem, but it did make the hose pipe begin to buck and jump around a little, as the pressure was too high, so she lowered it a little to make the water merely trickle fairly mildly out the end.
She picked the hose up and began to wet the first car, hers, and then put the hose down, and picked up the sponge from the bucket, putting the end of the hose into the bucket. It began to fill, and the clear water swirled around in the bucket bubbling and whirling around as it went. She leaned over the car and began wiping and soaping up the car, leaning over the top of the car, and stretching out to get to the middle of the roof.
Her breasts were instantly wet, or the small t-shirt top that she was wearing was, to be more precise. The fact that she did not have a bra on was also immediately evident, her lovely nipples showing brown and boldly through the flimsy material of the t-shirt for all to see, if they were interested. She stretched and wiped the car vigorously, foaming up the soap and working it into the dirt on the roof of her car. She wiped it away and reworked the surface again with the cloth, clearing away all the soap and dirt in long sweeping motions, letting the sudsy water run off the car and over her breasts, further wetting them.
She worked her way around the car, cleaning each panel and making the water in the bucket change from clean to a dirty grey brown colour, with soap and suds floating on the surface. Sandy poured it down the drain and began the process again but this time applying the polish. Then she wiped it all off again, and soon the car was shining and twinkling in the sunlight.
Her attention turned to the other car, and she again soaped up the car, hosed it wet with water from the hosepipe, and then applied the sponge to the roof and panels around the car, the t-shirt she wore got more soapy and very wet, and by now the cold water also had her nipples hard, and standing out proudly. She slipped one hand in under her shirt and teased one nipple a little and she felt a twinge of energy rising in her pussy as a result, and she squeezed her thighs around her pussy to make it last a little longer.
Sandy, now pleasantly aroused looked over the car into the garden and saw Rob leaning on the spade, his bronzed and gleaming body warm in the sun, watching her as she worked. She smiled slightly, wondering what she could do to entice him across to the cars... and she also noticed the bulge in his shorts that he was wearing.
She pulled her t-shirt up and flashed him a glimpse of her big bouncy breasts, and instantly then lifted her now wet shirt off over her head. She tossed it towards the back door and continued rubbing the car panels down with the cloth in her hands, and sliding her wet body over the car, and secretly watching Rob as she rubbed herself like this. She was now getting really stimulated, and her nipples were now really standing up and proudly showed themselves for Rob's interest.
She was now seductively riding the car as she washed it, sliding her hips across the body, and using the damp pants and the cloth to clean and polish the car. This in turn was rubbing her and arousing her so that she could feel that her pussy was wet, and not from the water in the cloth and sponges. She slipped her hand in the side of the shorts and felt her pussy lips, sliding her finger across the swollen lips and finding the moist slit that ran between them. She felt it and as she did the hand with the sponge slowed down and almost stopped.
She leaned back against the car, and closed her eyes, as she felt her clit and rubbed it in quick gentle circles, making herself writhe and squirm in pleasure. And all the while she was still washing the car, though that had got progressively slower. She now was writhing and rubbing herself up against the car, her hand now working her clit more and her other hand washing the car became steadily less effective.
Rob was watching and had made his way over to the driveway area, and was standing watching from about ten paces away, his interest evident from the large mound in his shorts. Sandy, eyes closed in spite of the need to keep them open so she could see what she was really doing, was blissfully unaware of Rob's presence. She was washing, and playing, washing and playing and all the while writhing in pleasure as she rode her hand and the edge of the car.
The fact that she was already half naked didn't bother her in the least. She was used to walking around with very little clothing on, and in fact she enjoyed it immensely. She opened her eyes and picked up the hose to wash off the soap and noticed Rob watching her. She smiled at him, and snaked a jet of water out in his direction. It fell short, but it got him to take a step back.