"Hello, can I help you?" Veronica Campbell's first thought on answering the door was that her friends must have decided to send her an early birthday present. The young pigtailed blonde on the other side was wearing cut-down denim shorts and a bikini just a little bit too small for her round breasts. However, the fact that her best friend, Lorna Chang, was standing behind her and seemed as surprised as she was at having a sexy hottie on the doorstep, suggested she hadn't sent her and her other friends would have wanted to be around to see what their money had bought.
"Hi," the girl twittered prettily with just a tiny trace of lisp, "I'm fundraising for the local college cheer team -- Go Cougars -- we're doing a carwash to help pay for new uniforms. Do you want me to wash you and your husband's cars" She nodded at the two vehicles sitting in the driveway.
"I'm not married, it's a friend who is here for coffee," Veronica explained. She took another look at the young woman, at most twenty and probably only eighteen or nineteen, with a fresh-faced natural prettiness about her combined with a sexy body that she obviously kept in shape. But the grin the girl gave hinted at a naughtiness and sexual wildness and Veronica felt that if she couldn't tempt the hot young thing into a lesbian fuckfest she might as well retire and settle into becoming a doddering pensioner reminiscing about the old days. A smile crossed the tall black woman's face as she imagined the bikini popping up off and the gorgeous breasts below; the girl was just the right age, twenty-one was Veronica's age limit and had been for the last twenty-nine years since she left college herself. "It could certainly do with a clean...?"
"Kaylee..." the teen introduced herself.
"Mine as well," Lorna pushed herself forward, the Asian woman, was at least three-quarters of a foot smaller than her friend and a little chubbier with the larger, bouncier breasts which went with her frame; but like Veronica, she was a practised seducer of younger hotties and had her eye on this one; Veronica didn't mind, she liked to share.
"Cool," the teen grinned as she started to negotiate a price. It didn't take long, both Veronica and Lorna were more than willing to pay top-dollar for a hot thing in a bikini and Kaylee quickly accepted their generosity, bill signs almost flashing in her eyes. "Can I use hot water from your kitchen?" she asked indicating the bucket behind her.
"Of course," replied Veronica, letting the young woman in and directing her to the kitchen, before following close behind admiring the jiggle under the tight shorts; the cheerleader dressed both for practicality and business.
Kaylee quickly filled the bucket, adding in more soap suds than were strictly necessary so that the excess dropped out of the bucket. Veronica didn't mind that some dropped on the floor, it could be cleaned, as others drifted onto the teen's thighs as she walked back towards the hallway. Part of Veronica wanted to go after her and stare at the teen hungrily as she soaped the car. However, you didn't get to bang as many hot bits as Veronica had if you followed them around like a love-sick puppy. Lorna knew the game as well, so she didn't seek to stop Veronica as she closed the door behind the teen and instead waited until Kaylee had moved far enough down the drive that she would have had to have the hearing of Supergirl to be able to listen to what was being said. The Chinese woman grinned, "Now she is hot and my gaydar is pinging."
"She is a cheerleader, she'll have experimented," Veronica spoke with the experience of near thirty years of teaching, the last half-dozen as a Principal in the town's top high school.
"So we're interested, then?" Lorna grinned wickedly.
"I am," smiled Veronica in agreement, "and it wouldn't seem right not to share her, given she's also giving your car a soaping."
The two women moved to the window, careful not to stand too obviously close as they watched the cheerleader start to sponge down the car; there were a lot of bubbles and a lot of water and the young woman didn't seem to mind that plenty of both ended up dripping down her as she energetically swabbed. As she moved her tits bounced enticingly in the bikini, making both the women more eager to experience her bounty, especially when she bent over to clean the bottom of the car and showed how firm her ass was in the tight denims, the shorts clinging so closely they could have been sculpted. The two older women admired the view as they agreed their approach, both were seasoned lesbian seductresses, who knew the routes to draw a younger woman in, whether she was a stranger to the Sapphic side or one who was almost as experienced as they were; whether she was coy and shy or wanton and willing or somewhere in between there was always a path to her pussy.
The plan done, Veronica cleared the coffee cups from the front room and replaced them with some (quality) white wine, after pouring a couple of glasses for herself and Lorna, she placed it in the ice chiller. The two women then moved to the window again, standing far enough back they wouldn't be noticed as they sipped the wine and observed their sexy prey. She was wiping away the soap now, singing some song, which was inaudible through the pane, whilst her tits jiggled and threatened to break free of the bikini top. After a few minutes she stepped back and wiped her head with the hand which was still holding the sponge, letting a few suds drip down her as she checked her handiwork. They were gleaming, whatever she was like fucking, she knew how to clear a car. The two women retreated from the window and sat back down again as the teen quickly poured the remaining water into a drain, dropped her sponge and shammy in the bucket and headed to the door.
Veronica stood up as soon as the doorbell rang, then slowly walked to the door not wanting to appear hurried. "Have you done, Kaylee?" she asked as she opened it.
"Yes, do you want to have a look?" the teen smiled, she had braces but they seemed to add to her sexiness, not detract from it.
"I'm sure they'll be fine, why don't you come in for a minute whilst we get our purses?" Veronica stood back, making sure the door was wide open and that the teen had little space to refuse.
"Are you sure?" Kaylee said politely, "I'm a bit damp."
"It's fine," said Veronica continuing to hold the door open and not retreating so the cheerleader had little choice but to comply and follow her host into the main room, where Lorna was waiting, looking nothing like a spider, but still the centre of a web which had been spun and which college girl was getting trapped in even though she didn't know it.
"I looked out the window, it looks like a good job, my car hasn't shone so much since it was in the showroom," Lorna said.
The teen blushed in gratitude, pocketing the money that Lorna passed her as Veronica pretended to look for a moment for some, before saying. "I'm afraid my purse is upstairs, I'll be a minute." Then she paused as if she was having an idea, "Why don't you have a quick glass of wine while you're waiting."
"No, I couldn't," said Kaylee, automatically looking at the bottle, her eyes widening slightly when she saw the vintage, much better quality than the cheap plonk that students could afford.
