Delta Bayou and the Miss Dixieland Pageant (Delta Bayou Adult Mysteries no. 1)
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Chapter 5: The Car Wash
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Even though Delta had carefully followed the brightly colored cardboard signs, it still took her a few extra minutes to find her way down the one-way streets of downtown Norridgeton to the address listed on her paper. A few blocks away from the pageant headquarters, just west of Main Street, she found the place, the huge parking lot of an abandoned grocery store, and pulled into the lot, passing the large banner that hung out front. Easily spanning the width of five cars, the banner had "Miss Dixieland Car Wash!" painted on in it in red, white and blue glittery letters.
Although it was only 11:05 in the morning, the line for the car wash already went around the parking lot and down the block. Apparently, it was one of the most highly anticipated fundraisers of the year.
Delta passed the line and pulled her car into the back of the lot, where she had been instructed to park by her Miss Dixieland itinerary. From her car window, she could see that Sasha and a few of the other girls had already arrived but had not yet begun to wash the cars. They were hovering together, all dressed in fluffy pink robes like the one Delta wore now. It had been mailed to her a few days before.
Even though she felt stupid in the robe, she exited her car and stalked over to the other girls. Phil saw her walking up and rushed over. Cassandra was by his side, holding a wheel of red raffle tickets in her hand. Delta noted the table nearby, covered in a sparkly white tablecloth that announced the ten dollar raffle ticket price as well as the five dollar car wash fee.
"Delta's here!" Phil called over to the other girls. "Now we can start." He pushed back his rolled up shirt sleeves and waved them all over.
Cassandra set down her bundle of tickets on the table and clapped her hands. "Line up!" she yelled. Delta watched her painted mouth flapping open, and thought she resembled a fish gasping for air.
She should have been paying attention because all at once, the girls scurried into a line and stood in a row facing the men who were rolling down their car windows. Delta awkwardly joined the line at the end, watching the other girls with a sidelong glance. The other women each shimmied a little in their ridiculous robes before flinging them down to reveal their bikini-clad bodies. Delta followed suit.
The men waiting in their cars hooted and hollered and honked their horns in appreciation. Phil and Cassandra quickly sorted the girls into a couple of groups of three and four. Delta lingered near Sasha. They had been texting frequently since their meeting at Maison Pierre and Delta was growing quite fond of her. Sasha had proven herself to be funny, smart, and bold. There was something so sexy about Sasha. She had a natural confidence and a sense of authority that Delta found herself drawn to. She also found that she kept thinking about the handful of kisses that they had shared the night they had met. She kept imagining that they had shared more than kisses.
As she had hoped, Delta was assigned to work with Sasha along with the beautiful Tabitha, whose dark complexion was wonderfully set off in a red bikini. Sasha was again in white, lips highlighted in cherry red lipstick, the same color that she had been wearing the night they'd met.
The line of cars advanced by Cassandra, who sold some raffle tickets and directed the first few cars to a station. Delta grabbed a bucket, sponges, and a hose from Phil and returned after a few friendly words with him to her team's location at the end of the line, right by the wall of the old grocery store.
Tabitha and Sasha gave her friendly smiles as she approached them. She handed them sponges and got the hose hooked up while they waited on their first customer. Sasha sloshed her sponge around in the water bucket and Delta took the chance to admire her arching back and the view of her ass, round cheeks peeking out slightly from underneath her small white bikini bottoms. Sasha noticed her looking. "Did you get more of the Cherry?" she asked.
Delta lied and said she had gotten some from one of the other girls. Tabitha and Sasha exchanged wide smiles. "Good," said Tabitha. "We took ours twenty minutes ago. I'm glad we aren't the only ones!"
"Naughty girls!" Delta picked up the spray hose and flicked it on, wielding it on Sasha, who flinched and giggled at the spray of cold water. She laughed, "Don't you dare, I'll throw this at you!" She squished the sponge menacingly and Delta squealed with delight. Tabitha rolled her eyes at them and leaned up against the wall of the store.
A black truck with darkly tinted windows pulled into their station. Delta could just see the outline of the man inside as he put the truck in park, reclining his seat as the girls took their hoses and sponges to his vehicle. Tabitha ran her soapy sponge across the shining body of the truck. Delta gave her a squirt of the hose as well and Tabitha giggled and squirmed as the water splashed over her trim body, though she wasn't distracted from her cleaning duties.
Sasha approached the hood of the truck and started sponging soap onto it, letting her breasts press against the hood as she bent over to clean. Delta sprayed the soap away as Sasha worked her way up. With a wink at Delta, Sasha climbed onto the hood of the truck and was giving more of a show than cleaning anything. Perched on all fours on the hood, she pressed her breasts into the metal, and slide around, forgetting all about her sponge. She wriggled her ass as she looked seductively over to Delta, who was working with Tabitha on the side of the truck closest to the store.
As Tabitha turned around to squeeze her dripping sponge over the bucket, Delta turned to Sasha. She pulled at her arm to guide her down off the hood. Sasha slipped easily over the wet metal and stood in front of Delta, who squeezed the sponge over her bare skin. She wasn't quite sure what was coming over her, but she felt her heart race as she watched the water leave a soapy trail between the white triangles of Sasha's bikini top. She grabbed Sasha into a kiss and pushed her back against the truck, letting the white, soapy foam dribble between them as they pressed their bodies together. Sasha broke off of the kiss with a quick nip against Delta's lip, and they both haphazardly rubbed the metal truck frame down with their sponges.
She turned her eyes surreptitiously to the rest of the stations, but again, no one was looking towards her station at all. The other contestants were dancing on the cars, splashing each other, and jumping around in their tiny swimsuits, all intent on putting on a show for the carwash customers. She wondered if they were all on Red Cherry.
