Monday afternoon, just as promised Britney Foxx had gotten home in time to change clothing and walk over to the local fire station. Today she decided the bikini was old school and held it in reserve until the weekend for the school fundraiser.
Her attire this afternoon was still vibrantly seductive. Skin tight white shorts which gently exposed her lower butt cheeks with a compressed bulge. Her top was a bright pink t-shirt with a hem that halted slightly over her abs and was loosely fanning underneath due to her 34D's guiding the cloth away from her belly.
With a temperature of 82 degrees outside the slight breeze from the east gave her just enough chill to divulge a strengthening nipple erection. She was beginning to enjoy going braless more and more.
Reaching the firehouse she discovered the huge garage door open and the truck parked outside. In her mind she regretted the offer to wash it at the bikini carwash she and her friends had planned. The truck seemed entirely too large. Her attention swiftly changed from the truck inspection to hearing pups bark.
"Coming baby's." She giggled.
Entering the shade of the garage she spotted the head man himself "Pat Flannery", sitting in his office reading something. A light knock on his door brought his attention her direction.
"Hi, Pat. I'm here to feed the pups."
He looks up immediately eying her nipples pointing fiercely. He groans before a timid grin. As old as he was he would never admit to his pleasure at the sight. Instead, he chose to smile faintly, "Good to see you again. Burt's in back." He then scowls with a sigh, "Bad news though. Their mother passed away due to complications. She was too old for pups."
"Awwww! So sad. What will happen to them?" She pouts.
"I suppose we keep one and find good homes for the others."
Her emotions rally, "How about we set up an adoption booth next week at our carwash? Not to assist in our fundraiser but just to help you guys find new homes for them."
Pat nods rubbing his chin, "That sounds like a plan. I'm sure you can sweet talk Burt into overseeing that while you and your classmates wash cars."
"And kiss people." She points out giggling.
"Ah, yes! The kissing booth. Are you certain the school will agree to that?"
"Is it any worse than five girls in skimpy bikini's seductively washing cars?" She winks playfully.
"Seductively?" He swallows dryly again looking at her nipples.
Brit brightens her eyes at his gaze then swiftly squeezes her tits together hiding her nipples from him and feigning shyness, "Hey, save the drool for Saturday."
He turns red and grits his teeth, "I'm not sure I can condone underage girls being so open. I can't give our house a bad name."
"I'm 18. All of my friends are too. I swear."
"18, I have very little to argue over. Anyone younger I won't allow." He regrets.
She releases her chest and offers a pathetic look of despair, "We have to win this class trip to Daytona, Pat. Please don't tell me no now."
As she holds the threshold sides of his doorway looking frantic, "Burt Pomroy" steps up behind her with a look of concern. He was literally inches away from her. In her brewing emotions she bends forward slightly and her ass presses directly into the crotch of portly Burt. Both of their eyes bulged.
"Careful there. I'm not sure my heart can take much more." Burt chuckles as Brit straightens up and turns around in a hurry.
Her eyes glisten and she extends her arms into a hug and dives forward into Burt's arms. Her chest mashed against his belly making him tense. Inhaling the scent of her hair and perfume Burt's eyes rolled back dramatically for a moment. Once they returned to normal they trained themselves on Pat.
Pat shook his head at both of them.
Brit feigns a resistant tear, "Help me. Don't let Pat take away our event Saturday."
Burt pats her back rubbing it up and down as she hides her face from him, buried into his chest.
"What's this about? I thought you approved of their carwash?" Burt stands confused.
Pat settles forward on his left elbow, "I'm just afraid their age and sensual antics might get us into trouble. You saw her bikini yesterday. That thing was pointless. Hell, man. You saw her without it. Just like I did. If it can be lost easily here what's to say it can't be lost that day too." He pauses a breath then adds, "Now consider all of her friends just like that as well."
Burt evilly grins then changes expression, "I say make some rules. Don't deny the kids the chance to make money for the school."
Brit coughs up while still concealed, "And win a trip to Daytona Beach."
Burt nods not realizing his rubbing hand had reached her ass. She said nothing to tell him not to. Pat raised his eyebrow toward Burt with a point toward his forgotten hand. Once Burt noted his roaming hand he swiftly removed it.
Pat growled hesitantly, "Wear your bikini's just tie them in double knots."
Brit broke free of Burt and turned rapidly excited. In her zest she races over to his desk and literally climbs up on it to dive into Pat's arms. He nearly fell backwards in his chair. Her arms surrounded his shoulders and neck and she kissed his face repeatedly.
Behind her Burt froze to look at her tight shorts constricting up between her thighs. Her butt cheeks exposed even more at her arched position.
Pat halted her kissing with a growl, "Enough already."
She stops to look him in the eye, "Kissing booth?"
"After that many kisses I owe you what $20 bucks?" He scowls.
"Free for you guys. Thank you, Pat."
"If I get one complaint from any parents I shut you down. Understood?" Pat sternly expresses.
With a pout she whispers, "Yes."
"Good. Now get off my desk and pick up the stuff you knocked off on the floor."
Burt moves in to help her down gripping her by the hips. Brit smiles at him, "My hero."
Once she picks things up she places her arms behind her back gripping her wrist. In doing so her chest bulged higher with pride. She awaited the men to say something but both were exhausted by her excitement. With nothing being said she enjoyed their eyes and nervousness. It made her wet knowing their thoughts were creepy.
Her eyes dart from Burt to Pat, then back and forth again and again.
Finally, Burt opens up, "You hear about the pups Mom?"
Pat suddenly unthawed as well, "I told her already. She had a good idea to set up an adoption table at her carwash. Want to volunteer to run that?"
Burt puckers, "I can do that. As long as I get my car washed for free."
Brit smiles warmly, "I'll do that myself. Just for you Burt."
He turns chuckling to walk away. Brit butterfly waves at Pat then follows Burt. Pat sat back and caught his breath. He then reached under his desk to adjust his slacks.
Outside the office Burt turns to Brit and whispers, "You don't have to tie your bikini in knots when you wash my car."
Her jaw drops playfully then whispers back, "Who's wearing a bikini? I plan on wearing soap suds."
His eyes bulge chuckling at her stern yet devious grin.
"That would be a sight to behold."
She nods with a smug sensuality, "Don't get soap in your eyes then."
He chuckles abruptly and moves away toward the back room where the pups were caged. At the sight of the pups Brit melted and spoke all childlike as she knelt beside the cage to let them lick her fingers.
Burt went to a microwave along the wall and heated a pair of bottles with Vet prescribed milk. Returning with them he hands one down to her.
"Let them out." She encouraged.
"Closing the door then. I'm not chasing these guys again." He swiftly stepped away to seal the door. Once done he leaned over the cage unlatching the wire door. Instinct took over as the pups stormed the exit and marched directly over to Brit who sat down on the floor to adore each and every one.
Bottle feeding them was a challenge as each pup fought for their chance to feed.
During the resistance Brit looked up at Burt who stood holding a single pup for proper feeding.
"I wish my parents would let me have one. They won't allow pets. Our homes pretty small. Four people there doesn't give much room to breathe."
"I'm sure we can find good homes for these guys. I live in a big house but I already have two dogs. Rottweiler's. They would eat these guys for dinner."
"Do you want me to wash your car at your house?"
"You can do that. Tomorrow evening? Say 5:30?"
She grins, "Supply everything. I'll be there. Give me directions."
"Edge of town. Near the old water tower. Two story brown house with three car garage. Only 3 stall garage in that area. Can't miss it."
"Will your dogs hurt me?"
"Only if I say fetch."
Brit switches feeding another pup then returns her attention toward Burt.
"You must be happy I showed up." She blushes eying his crotch.
Burt looks down at himself, "I'm a man. What can I say?" He grits his teeth.
"I'm not offended. Obviously." Brit giggles.
"Good thing. I don't imagine it dying down until your gone."
"Does it hurt? It looks really hard." She plays naïve.
He sighs heavily, "Hurt's like hell. Once you head home I'll take care of it."
Before he could say anything further Pat opens the door and ducks in carefully.
