You had a thing about car washes. Not in a kinky, fetishist sort of way, you just want to get up to no-good in a car wash. To be honest the more you talked about it the more I liked the idea.
They say that actions speak louder than words so in time honoured tradition, what the lady wants the lady gets. It was time to put your plan into action.
It was a gloomy, overcast day with the temperature outside still cold enough to warrant wearing winter weight coats once the sun started to go down.
Your instructions were simple. I was to drive into one of the small car parks of the local supermarket store and park as close to the recycling area as possible, this area was not normally very busy with shoppers. You instructed me to get out and put some items into the various recycling containers. Once finished to get back in the car and wait for further instructions. Rather odd instructions but it got my attention.
I should explain that our local store is rather large with several car parking areas, and as luck would have it, it also boasts it's very own petrol station, which is adjacent to the recycling area.
The petrol station was what we were really interested in as it had its very own automatic car wash tucked away behind the kiosk and more importantly away from prying eyes.
Time dragged but eventually 5.30pm came around and work was officially over for another week. Like most offices these days we had an un-official dress down policy on Fridays with the majority of people wearing (within reason) casual clothes if they didn't need to meet Clients or attend meetings. Today was one of those days and I was dressed in dark jeans and a smart T-Shirt and thin jumper, no underwear. I tend to always go commando when I wear jeans for no particular reason other than it feels good and makes them more comfortable to wear.
You looked good, really good. You had on a nice loose skirt and pretty top that clinged to you amazing breasts like a second skin and a gorgeous cardigan to make your top less eye catching. It wasn't really work for me as all I could think about was how sexy you looked and what would happen later! To say I'm turned on is an understatement, my cock has been semi erect most of the day and leaking pre-cum all over the inside of my trousers. I have had to clean myself up several times in the toilets today to stop the pre-cum from leaking through my jeans!
Anyway, 5.30pm came round and within a few minutes most people had left the office. You had told me to wait until 6.00pm and then leave and drive to the agreed car park area. This was easy for me as I was normally one of the last to leave anyway. That extra half an hour really seemed to drag. I had butterflies in my stomach and my mind was racing as I tried to imagine what we would be doing soon!
At 5.50pm I looked up and saw you put on your coat, pick up your bag and leave the office. Odd, why are you going before me?
6.00pm arrives; I shut my machine down, grab my coat and head for the door. Miracle of miracles I am not the last one to leave so I don't have to waste time going around making sure everything is locked up.