It was a sweltering summer day in Atlanta, Georgia. The heat had been almost unbearable the last week with temperatures in the early hundreds all morning and afternoon with the low averaging ninety five degrees in the nights. Thanks to Hotlanta earning its nickname all week local universities had taken advantage of that fact to earn some extra revenue for their extracurricular programs, which brings me to the point of my story.
As I was driving down the same road I always take home from work I suddenly found myself staring at the tight young body of a local college co-ed in a cheerleader's uniform. She was the stereotypical blonde-haired blue-eyed beauty that looked like that uniform was designed specifically to arouse the cocks of any poor male in the area. The uniform itself matched its wearer with a deep sky blue coloring and gold trim. The top was a sleeveless tank top that cut off well before her bellybutton, and the skirt well before mid-thigh. She was holding up a large sign cut into the shape of an arrow that read " Somebody's College Cheerleading Team Carwash $5". Needless to say I made an immediate and probably illegal U-Turn and pulled into the empty parking lot where the event was taking place.
Now I've never had an excessive fetish for college girls or cheerleaders or the like but as I cruised through the lot filled with gorgeous, barely dressed, soaking wet, giggling college girls I felt myself developing one. The operation itself was extremely well run. Set up in an empty lot in front of an old abandoned car wash were three separate lines; interior, exterior, and total. The men in the exterior line simply sat in their cars and enjoyed the display of well-endowed young women pressing their luscious bodies against their windows, and engaging in the occasional splash fight. Obviously one of the girls had had the brilliant idea of having the girls' rest station in between the interior and both lines so the men who weren't getting a show could stand around and converse with the relaxing workers as they fanned themselves and stretched luxuriously for the express purpose of showing even more skin to their helpless patrons.
As I was making my way into the exterior line figuring that would be the better deal since the total treatment was 10 extra bucks, I once again caught myself staring at a particular girl. At first with the girl in the street it was simply the shock of seeing a scantily clad young woman in the middle of the road. Now I was caught by the sheer sexiness of the creature before me, scrubbing down a green Volvo in the total section. I quickly made a hard turn into the total line and drank in the radiance of this striking girl.
She was of average height and build but that was where the word average ceased to be applicable. She was blonde like the girl in front but hers was shoulder length and pulled back into two loose pig tails that left a few stray strands framing her face. Her movements could only be described as "bubbly". Constantly smiling and giggling she was the focal point of every hot-blooded man in her vicinity. As I pulled into my spot 3 cars from it being my turn she turned and our eyes met. I'd always thought those moments in novels when two characters lock eyes and something primal and simple is shared between them were simply hyperbole on the part of the author in order to convey his point to the reader, but as I stared into her brown eyes I knew I wanted her and that she felt the same.
*HONK HONK* "MOVE UP DUMBASS" Woke me from my stupor and I realized I'd been staring at her while the car in front of me moved up. I pulled my vehicle forward and looked on amazed as the girl giggled embarrassedly and explained to her friends what was I'm sure a very feeble excuse for her zoning out, which meant she'd been staring at me too. Now don't get me wrong, despite my brief out of body experience I was sure that I stood absolutely no chance with this girl. In fact the hottest girl I'd ever even landed was my office's wet dream Serah last week when she ambushed me during lunch hour. Serah and I hadn't had a chance to "reconnect" yet since then because our usually empty floor during lunch time was now crowded by all of the recently relocated McDonalds' disappointed best customers. Although we hadn't fucked since that amazing bout of cubicle fun the looks she'd been giving me ever since were more than enough to let me know she was still interested.
I continued my way into the line, glancing occasionally at the bubbly girl as she washed the cars in front of me. I could almost feel the tension as I watched her studiously attempt to stare in another direction, and every time I almost caught her eye she looked away just as quickly. As my car slowly inched forward in line I couldn't help but fantasize about all the things I needed to do to her. That's what it was at this point; a need, an irrevocable, undeniable need that had been indelibly scribed upon the canvas of my libido.
Finally, it was my turn. As I slowly cruised along the pavement my eyes locked with hers and stayed there until I stopped at the washing point, and she sauntered to my window. I rolled my window down immediately and attempted to look as casual as possible as the beauty addressed me.
"Hi there," She said as she leaned down to my window revealing ample cleavage and an adorably dimpled smile. "I'm Susie, and you are?"
"Hey, I'm Mike."
"So Mike, since you're in this line I'm guessing you're here for the "full treatment?"" The way she emphasized full treatment and dragged her eyes up and down across me made my cock jump in my pants.
"Oh yes," I said trying to be as smooth as her, "I'd love the full treatment."
She giggled at my understanding and winked at me before rising and turning to the others. I rolled up my window and soon it, as well as all of my others were a blur of soap and tantalizingly taught female skin. The flash of a thigh here, a smoothly curving throat there and I was in semi erotic paradise. As I felt my manhood gradually strain against my jeans I noticed a break in the soap directly to my left. It was Susie smiling that sultry smile and washing the driver's side window to my car. Well I wouldn't exactly call it washing at this point.
She was intentionally rubbing her large breasts against my window pretending she was straining to reach the hood of my car. As her smooth, creamy flesh pressed against the glass the friction slowly pulled her already revealing top downwards. It crawled down her chest almost painfully slowly until I saw just the edge of her areola before she pulled away and called, "Alright girls the outside's done."
I released a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding and tried to calm my racing heart so I could get out of my car without a massive erection. Of course Susie put a quick end to that. Yanking my door open she leaned in and grabbed me by the hand leading me out of the car. As we walked I realized she wasn't leading me to the tent where the other patrons were relaxing but in the opposite direction towards the run down building that was previously a car wash.
"Um where are we..."
