As promised Monica Gift made her way down to the Dolphins Den Carwash. Her paramour of the day Wade Hawkins whose Dad owned the establishment worried that she might not show up. Ever since the day he met and won a full sized bed from Dave Calahan's Mattress store he had been given the chance to tap young Monica on her terms. Namely, set the bed up in a Carwash stall for all to see. Unfortunately, Monica's proven record of attendance was not so punctual. Unknown to Wade and his friends Monica had been pre-empted from showing back up as planned. The local Police Force to blame. Of course she had not taken the time to let anyone know this. She felt badly but did indeed plan on honoring the deal she made. Her itinerary just kept mounting up.
Reaching the final block away from the Carwash on foot all Monica chose to wear was a below the hips white cotton T-shirt and sandals. Honks were heard along the way. Guys known and guys unknown. Some followed her every step knowing that something would eventually happen. Boys from school. Guys that she had met otherwise in the past two months.
Wade sat in a tiny office cubicle. Nothing special. It was just a Carwash after all. Mainly a base of operations and storage. Still as Manager he chose to make it his own. His Dad letting him think it was his own little man cave. Door propped open for ventilation Wade sat looking at his cell clock. He had specifically closed off one of the seven stalls just for his special day. Choosing to fantasize that it would indeed happen. Going so far as to set up his lottery earned bed in the stall the night before and shutting down the garage doors entering and exiting the stall. This particular stall did not have the automatic brushes and waxing hoses. Merely hand held spickets and a coin changer for selections.
At 4:30 in the afternoon on a Thursday it was still 98 degrees in the shade. Sunny without a cloud in the sky. She was already late. He was about to give up when he stepped from his closet of an office and lit up a cigarette. Nasty habit but he was nervous. Then he heard the honking. Following the car horns he catches a vision of beauty.
"Holy Crap! She showed up." Wade darted about looking inside each stall for occupation. Of the six stalls available three were in use. Two automated. One handheld. All guys. Which made him feel better. No kids either. That was a huge worry. He didn't want his Dad to catch wind of his stupidity letting this even happen. All he knew was Monica was smoking hot and he wanted this chance to gain bragging rights.
Turning back toward the oncoming brunette he waves at her and walks in her direction. Meeting her by some coin operated vacuum cleaners. Two more cars were using those. Guys again. Three within two vehicles. All spotting her at once.
"You made it. I was beginning to wonder."
She didn't say a word. Instead she marched straight up to him and grabbed him by the shirt. Yanking the lanky man with long pinned back hair into a sweltering kiss. He drops his cigarette instantly. His hands gripping her by the hips. As the kiss blew his mind it led to Frenching. The guys vacuuming pointing at her white Tee rising in back as Wade's hands rubbed along her sides. Bare butt beneath the three men whistled and stopped everything. This was too interesting to ignore. Quarters wasted in the ogling.
After three minutes of destroying Wade's mind she licked his chin and said, "I apologize for being late. Same for last weekend when I meant to come back by Darth Vapors. Things kind of got crazy in a good way. So going to make it up to all of you at some point. Today is your day Wade."
"Wow! Yeah? It's cool. Hot as you are I can only imagine you're in demand."
"Too in demand. But, I try my best to keep promises."
"Bed's set up. Closed the stall to avoid questions just in case you didn't show."
"Door's wide open Mister. Let the world see how lucky you are."
"The guys behind you are watching us."
"Then kiss me harder and make them wish they were you."
He swallows dryly and grabs her shirt this time. Pulling her back into him for another steamy lip lock. This time he let his hands roam lower. Up under her Tee. Her bare butt totally in view this time. His hands squeezing her ass and prying her cheeks apart. The guys watching easily spotted her anal cavity. Whistling more and in their own Hispanic way danced about using slang terms that let Wade know they approved. That made him feel as if they thought he was in control. That this might be his girlfriend.
Giggling, their lips part long enough to press their foreheads together. He pauses knowing full well his audience was circling them like vultures for a better view. Cars driving by on the street weren't even given a second thought. Wade was living in the moment.
"This is crazy. So crazy." He trembles.
"They're taking cell pictures of my ass aren't they?" Monica snickers caressing Wade's cheek lovingly. He melted without even looking toward the vacuum cleaning crew.
"I think so. Should I tell them to stop?"
"Nooooooo!" She giggles and licks his nose, "You should give them something steamier to take pictures of."
"Like what?"
"Eat my pussy."
"What?" He freezes with eyes flaring.
She kisses him again then nudges his shoulders to kneel in front of her. In a bold move Wade drops low and buries his face between her legs. At first she tugs her Tee over his head laughing then looks toward the trio of men. Dropping her jaw she yelps.
"Hi." She flutters her fingers playfully, " Don't mind us. I just brought him lunch." She huffs with a straining face. As his scalp emerges from her shirts hem they could witness his tongue lapping at her clit. She could hardly stand as her eyes beguiled the trio. Her lip curling beneath her upper teeth she whimpers. Hair strands drooping over one eye obstructing her view.
Wade's hands were quite large and lengthy fingers fanned out over her butt cheeks. Prying her ass wide open as he held his kneeling stance. The trio separated and carefully made their way around them from all directions. Cellphone cameras capturing this exceptional act of public display.
As she notes their filming she produces an array of facial expressions that showed them just how talented Wade was. Her act a bit more dramatic than it really was but she wanted to up Wade's ego. Her hands dig beneath her shirt. Palms gliding up her belly dragging the cotton Tee higher with each yelp. Up until her hands grip her burgeoning breasts. They could readily see the lower definition of her mounds even as her knuckles hid her nipples. It was still the best show in town.
Cars in the stalls were taking notice. Their owners slowing their washing. Trying not to appear as obvious as the trio of men outdoors. Impossible not to enjoy the activity however. Some of them knew Wade's Dad. Not one of them would warn him of his boy enjoying this beauty in broad daylight. He was a man after all. Why ruin his fun. Why ruin her fun. Why ruin their fun.
Digging his tongue up deep inside her he nearly fell sideways. The angle was tedious but he meant to succeed. That he did. Monica drops her right hand into his scalp holding him firm as her whimpers escalated.
"DAMMIT BOY. DON'T YOU STOP." Her voice trembling with tender yelps of pleasure. Her head tilting back to look up at the blue sky. Loud exhales accompany her heaving chest. One breast now exposed. Nipple as taunt as it could ever achieve. Pining over his talent Monica caught sight of traffic. Street lights hindering patrons by choice. Honks proceeded to enforce their objections to waiting too long. Her feet were struggling to remain upright. Legs shaking like a leaf she and Wade teeter to remain standing.
