The Hotwife And The Car Showroom

Chapter 1

The Man

I run a car showroom in a small town. We are sort of specialist but we survive as we're the only garage for a long way around so as well as the sports cars we sell, we keep the wolf from the door by fixing peoples cars over a wide catchment area. We only keep customers by our reputation for friendliness and helping people in the community; we don't charge unfair prices but although we might be a little more expensive than a main dealer, folk keep coming back because they know we're honest to deal with.

Anyway there I was, minding my business one Sunday afternoon when this young couple came in. I knew the woman. She'd been in a couple of times to get her car fixed. I do some of the maintenance work myself and I'd seen quite a lot of her when she came in unexpectedly while I was underneath her car. She wasn't shy about showing me her legs and her underwear as I remembered. She was slim, red-haired, dressed in what I recognised as a short Wicked Weasel beach dress; I see a lot of them round here when I go to the coast. Nice smiley face and I was pretty sure she'd just come from the beach; her hair was damp and it looked as though she'd just thrown the dress on after she'd been swimming -- skinny dipping too I'd bet as the dress was clinging in all the right places.

The Girl

I'm not sure whether it was me or hubby who suggested it, but we thought we'd have a bit of fun after a morning at the beach. I'd been swimming au naturel as usual and just slipped on one of my classic Wicked Weasel beach dresses to go home in. Anyway, our route took us past a local garage. I used this garage for my routine and also emergency repairs so I knew the owner quite well. We'd been saying for ages that we should get a small sports car to run about in as the business was doing well and we wanted a bit of fun. So, on the spur of the moment, we pulled into the forecourt and went into the showroom where there were some lovely classic cars and some newish sports cars.

The owner of the garage was there -- as I said, I knew him from the times he'd rescued me when my car broke down. A lovely older guy -- I can't call him old as he was still fit looking and had all his hair -- and he smiled at me in half recognition. Hubby whispered to me, "let's see you try out the low-slung model in the corner there. I'll go and look at one of the other cars and watch what he does." Hubby and I liked to play these games to tease when we were out so I knew what he was thinking.

Shall I tell you a bit more about how I knew the owner? Well, I was at the workshop about my car. They had it up on stands and the owner of the garage was under it on a creepy crawly thing. I was standing there leaning with my back to the car and he rolled out and was looking up. My skirt was 3/4 length, down to just above my knees and I didn't realise he was there at first as I wasn't looking down but he was looking up. I saw his reflection in a window in front of me and saw him looking up my skirt.

I had on a pair of tiny knickers that day. I didn't say anything but he went back under the car and I moved away. Anyway, he couldn't fix my car that day -- had to wait for parts or something so I came back the day after. Next day I got back at 12.30 to get the car and the guy was under my car just about finished. I looked under my car but I squatted down real low and directed my knees towards him. This time I had a different pair of WW knickers on but before I went in I had made sure that the crotch was pulled tight and it had disappeared between my lips, it was only a slim G-string style and even worn correctly didn't cover much but the way I had pulled it tight into my pussy, it was not covering anything.

Today though, I wasn't wearing anything that would hide my pussy.

The Man

When the couple came in, they looked pretty happy; well, I would have been if I'd been able to boondoggle at the beach. They were pretty close to each other as they walked through the door, then they split up, the bloke going to look at one of the older Austin-Healeys I had and the girl going to look at the newer MX5. I was pretty sure that if there was going to be a sale, it would be the girl who chose -- the Healey was nice but a high price and not the most practical -- so I concentrated on her. OK, the length of her dress might have swayed my decision.

I didn't want to spook her so I didn't stand too close as she walked around the car and took a good look. The WW dress had thin shoulder straps and was loose on her; she wasn't over-large in the boob department so the fabric moulded and flowed around her as she moved -- so well cut! I have to say there was a nice reflection of her in the paintwork and I was pleased that I'd given the cars an extra polish that day. She looked interested and bent down to look at some of the features and as I stood behind her, I could see the dress climb up her bare legs. I did wonder if she knew the effect the WW dresses created -- there wasn't a lot of material in them at the best of times.

The Girl

I really was quite interested in the car. But I knew my hubby would have wanted me to show the garage owner everything that was -- or wasn't under my dress. This was a game we'd played a lot before and I felt so good after the day at the beach. I already felt hot from the sun and even hotter and hornier from the show I'd given him so far. I wanted to see how far I'd go, how far my hubby would let me go and oh, how I wanted to tease the garage owner. I made sure to catch his eye as I wandered over to take a closer look and left hubby looking at an older car at the other end of the showroom. I knew that the WW dress was short, and of course, I knew how see-through it was when damp and in the right light. I get a huge kick out of showing off so I tried to make sure that I was standing in the right positions and that the guy was paying attention when I bent over to check the details. I bent over the hood of the car to take a closer look and was sure that the short dress I had on would ride up to show my legs and the crease of my bum. My tan really stood out against the fabric so I knew my legs looked good.

It was time to go for broke. I half turned and said "is it OK if I sit in the car?" The guy nodded his approval and came forward to open the door for me. Oh, and we both knew that getting in and out of a low-slung sports car in a short dress is bound to show -- well, almost everything. I saw hubby grin at me from the other side of the showroom and he nodded to signal his approval as I stepped into the car, not really caring how much the dress rode up but caring a lot that the garage owner got a good look.

The Man

I saw her deliberately bending down, pretending to look at something or other on the car. I knew she was trying to tease me -- this wasn't my first rodeo -- but I wasn't complaining as I got a good look at her legs and half her ass as the dress lifted. At least she had the politeness then to ask me if she could sit in the car. Her dress was a bit damp but she did look serious and I was intrigued to see how she managed the tricky business of climbing whilst retaining an element of modesty. It turned out that I needn't have worried. She showed no concern at all as she left one leg on the garage floor, spread her legs wide apart, bent at the waist and stepped into the seat. The neckline of the dress gaped so I could see her small tits fully, down to the cherry nipples standing out, and as she sat down, the dress nearly came up to her waist so I saw right up her thighs to the tuft of red hair just above her pussy.

The Girl

My hubby was still keeping himself occupied at the other side of the garage, but I knew he'd be looking in my direction, watching to see what I got up to; he knows I like to show off. I made sure to keep my dress out of the way as I sat down in the car -- it was pretty low anyway so it wasn't difficult to look a little awkward but I just casually sat with my legs apart and my trimmed pussy on show as I listened to the guy tell me something or other. He wasn't looking at my face, which was fine by me, but I couldn't quite decide whether he was looking down the front of my dress at my nipples -- which, by the way were enjoying the attention - or directly at my fanny lips. I know I was getting excited as I felt his gaze on me so I was pretty sure they would be starting to glow and spread.

The Man

This wasn't my first rodeo and I'm old enough not to be shocked by much but I was certainly surprised. I doubt I'd seen a Weasel dress so well displayed for a very long time. The girl made no attempt to cover up as I tried to explain more about the car. A sale would have been nice but it was just fun to stick around to chat to the girl and see how far she'd go. As it was, when I told my wife later, she suggested I get her Weasel dress out and show me exactly what happened...

Chapter 2

The Man

There are ways for a woman to get into a low-slung sports car without showing her knickers, but clearly this girl didn't care what I saw as she got in behind the wheel and settled herself down. Her pussy was completely on show and as she parted her legs to get her feet to the pedals of the car, I saw her outer lips part; nicely pink and swollen below a trimmed bush of curly red hair. Nice length of curls too, a neat little pile of ginger fur above very cleanly shaved mounds either side of her clit. Enough of the lips left clear below her mound to give a smooth surface to exercise a mouth on. "Show me what all the controls do," the girl said. I'm not used to handling a knob like this." The double-meaning wasn't lost on me so I leaned in and ran through all of the car's controls for her. I looked up to see her hubby looking on from the other side of the show-room and was encouraged to see him smiling back at me.

The Girl

I really wanted to see what the garage owner would do if I led him on a bit. You'll have guessed by now that I like to flirt, I'm not shy of showing my body and that I don't mind letting men know if I'm excited. Hubby likes me to show off a bit too and if I sometimes go a little too far? Well, he gets me after so everyone's a winner -- right? I wanted to make sure he stuck around so I could tease him some more, so I started to ask questions about the car. I pointed to things and he would explain what the buttons did and I made him explain the gear lever thingy so he explained what I should be doing with my feet and the pedals and the stick all at the same time. I know I shouldn't behave like a dumb girl but I couldn't help it, especially when he reached down and pointed with his hand to show me how my feet would fit on the pedals. The seat was really far back so he had to -- well, he didn't really have to but I wanted him to -- reach between my legs to find the seat adjustment lever. I wanted to close my legs around his arm and squeeze, just to ease the tingle I felt in my pussy and clit. But it was enough -- for now to feel the hairs on his arm brush against the soft skin of my inner thigh. I did shiver a little though, I admit. He was close enough to my bush to get a really close up view and his head was brushing against the front of my dress -- well, it was when I leaned forward and pushed my chest against him -- naughty girl!

The Husband

I knew she was in a naughty mood when we left the beach. The car garage was just an excuse to have fun while she was in the mood and I was all for it. When my wife has fun showing off her body in a bikini, lingerie or a short dress, I know I'll be in for a big dose of fun later. Some times, we don't even wait until later if you get my meaning. Anyway, I'm a fan of cars so it was no hardship to take a look at the new and classic cars that the garage had in stock. When I saw the garage owner take an interest in my wife and her dress, I made sure I was occupied elsewhere but where I could see what was happening. No good there being an exhibitionist without a companion voyeur is there?

I recognised the signals that she was drawing her prey in. She wandered around the newish cars there and settled on something low-slung and red -- to match her hair? She drew her hand along the curves of the car, admiring the sexy looks of it and casting her eyes around towards me, then the garage man. I gave her "the look" to show that I saw and approved. I didn't know how she was going to get his attention, but then I saw after a conversation that she got in the car and I knew then that the garage man would be seeing a lot more of her.

The Man

I had fun showing the girl the controls and was very entertained by the sight of her as her dress rode up. I got close to her as I adjusted the seat and knew by her reactions that this was going to be an interesting afternoon. I might not sell a car, but I'd certainly have some fun and hopefully give the girl something to think about the next time she brought her car in for repair. Her skin felt very soft and when I brushed against her legs, she shivered a little and gave a little gasp. She didn't pull away though, in fact if anything, she pushed herself towards me. Her breasts pushed forward as I pulled my head back up and she deliberately dragged her nipples across my cheek. Even though her boobs weren't the biggest, her nipples were certainly hard so I could tell she was excited by the whole thing. I was certainly getting excited. My cock was straining at my trousers and I knew that I'd have to do something soon. I wondered whether to make an excuse to get out of the car when she turned towards me, put her hand on my leg, just below where the bulge from my stiffening cock was and said, "Would it be possible to take this thing for a test drive? I'd really like to see what it can do."

The Girl

It was such fun teasing the poor guy. My nipples felt really sensitive as I brushed them along his head. I could see that he was getting all steamed up and as he emerged from between my legs -- all perfectly innocent! -- I saw his face had reddened and his pants were bulging very attractively. I was so pleased that his cock was responding to my advances so I had to take it to the next level. I looked straight at him -- I could see my husband in the distance behind him -- and put my hand on his leg, as close to his cock as I dared. I said, "Would it be possible to take this thing for a test drive? I'd really like to see what it can do." Of course I was meaning his cock, but I did want to drive the car and take him somewhere more secluded. I didn't know whether he was up for the full sex-in-public with a voyeur watching; maybe I'd save that for later.

Anyway, he couldn't speak, poor thing. He simply nodded his head, pointed to the start button and began to talk me through the controls. I'm not completely dumb so I picked up quite quickly what he was saying, put the clutch down and the car into gear and set off for the garage door. As we got to the door, just past where my hubby stood, I turned to the guy again and said, "This is an open top car, right? Then I'd better go open topped." I shuffled in my seat, lifted my dress by its hem and pulled it right over my head. I threw the dress out of the car to hubby, put my seat belt back on and we set off down the road.

The Husband

I couldn't see what was happening in the car, but I could guess that she was teasing the garage guy. She spoke to him, his head disappeared and then a few more words were exchanged. I could see he looked a bit red but I didn't know if that was because he'd been bending down or was blushing at what she'd said or been doing. Anyway, without much more time elapsing, I heard the car start and with my wife at the wheel, she drove towards me and the open door. I'd love to say I was surprised at what happened next but I know my wife too well. As she got near to me, the car stopped and I heard her say something to the garage guy. He didn't reply, but he didn't need to. My wife just pulled her dress off and threw it to me. She was stark naked in the car, her beautiful breasts jiggling as she put her seat belt on and drove off. I was so proud of her and pleased for her that she had been so daring and had done what I always wanted her to do.

The Man

The girl seemed to know what she was doing and I thought she was becoming a bit more serious; listening to me as I explained the controls and features of the car and so on. Of course, I was a little - no, a lot - distracted by her beautiful body, clearly naked under her dress and her bold attitude, but I have to be a professional as well and I have to sell cars. When she started the car and set off with a fair amount of confidence and skill, I was optimistic. Then -- and I can't remember exactly what she said - but she stopped and took her dress clean off and tossed the scrap of fabric to her husband who was standing there like a grinning fool. I had my brain connected for long enough to make sure she drove on the right side of the road and was generally a safe driver, then I checked her out properly now I could see her totally nude. With the wind rushing by us, even in the tropical warmth her breasts had small goose-bumps and her nipples were clearly excited and erect. Her red hair colouring was confirmed by the ginger bush of pubic hair between her legs and she had very appealing freckles on her chest where there was a hint of sun-tan deeper than on the rest of her body which was redhead-pale.

She drove with confidence -- quickly but not too fast and I gave her a commentary as she drove on how the car would react if she braked later, accelerated harder and pushed a bit more in the corners. I wanted to look at her body for sure and to find out just exactly she wanted to dare but I still wanted to sell and I wanted to let her show me rather than push myself.

We drove for about 5 miles along the road and into the back country before she stopped by the side of the road and said, "The car isn't the only thing I want to test drive."

The Girl

I really enjoyed driving the car. Sat next to the garage guy, it gave me a real thrill to be driving naked, listening to him trying to be all professional. It was a warm day so the wind didn't bother me much but I knew my tits would be looking extra perky with the skin tightening in the road breeze. With the excitement of the teasing in the garage, plus the thrill of the dare I could feel my pussy getting wet. I took care to drive properly but took the back road up the hill into a remote spot under the trees and stopped, then told the guy I wanted to test drive him as well. I leaned over and pulled his head towards me, giving him a deep tongue kiss.

I was relieved when he reacted as I hoped he would, putting one hand around my back and the other onto my boob, squashing it flat against my chest and moulding his hand around it with my erect nipple in his palm. We continued to kiss for a good while -- enough to get me wanting to really give this guy a good test. I had a good feel of his cock -- it was ready. "Time to get you naked like I am, Mister."

The Man

I didn't waste any more time. The girl was in charge. We kissed, my cock responded. She demanded, I reacted. I got my shirt off and got out of the car to take my pants off. She got out and went to the front of the car and laid down on the bonnet in the shade. Fortunately, the engine hadn't had time to get really hot. As she spread her legs wide and stretched her arms back, I had an image of the old Rolls Royce mascot "Spirit of Ecstasy". I looked hard at her body -- her small boobs flattened as she stretched out; her pink skin sharply highlighted against the red of the sports car; her flaming red hair, both on her head and her pussy giving a different tone. And finally her swollen pussy, a different shade of red between her open legs. I knelt between those legs and got familiar again with her wet lips, not just smelling them now but licking from bottom to top; from her open slit to the closed folds at the top where her clit peeped out. Her feet wrapped around my neck as I tried to bury my tongue in her -- a little aggressively I admit but I wanted to show this girl I was in charge.