Since Dave was “in between jobs” thanks to the slow economy, he spent many of his days doing errands. He didn’t particularly like fighting the moms and kids everywhere he went but it did give him a reason to get out of the house. And it kept him from spending too much money on leisure activities like golfing with none coming in right now. So the trip to the car wash with the SUV was item number one on today’s to-do list and the trip outside was welcome.
Dave stopped the SUV in the entrance drive to the car wash and was met by the attendant who immediately opened all the doors and hatch and started vacuuming it. Order paperwork in hand, he walked up the stairs into the lobby and went to pay for the “Basic” as it was called. Normally he enjoyed this part of the car wash experience, as the cashier was almost always a young, attractive college girl around 20 years old and always friendly. And, since it was summer, he was guaranteed she would be wearing something sheer for a blouse and possibly no bra. Ok, he said to himself, it was a cheap thrill but it did brighten up the chore and the day. Gosh, he must be getting old if this is what he called a “thrill.”
There was no line at the counter and, much to Dave’s disappointment, the person behind the counter was not the anticipated college coed but a 17 year old guy. Nice fellow and competent but not worth spending too much time visiting with.
Having paid the bill, Dave went to the window to watch the SUV progress through the myriad of sprays, brushes and foam. He chuckled to himself at how fascinated he was by this process still. Boys never really do grow up, do they?
As he looked towards the entrance to the progression of cars and water, he spied something of interest out of the corner of his eye. Not wanting to be too obvious, he glanced casually around the room and then back to the wash line. Sure enough, it was a cute coed, about 5’5” tall, thin with shoulder length brown hair, short tan shorts and a loose fitting, white V-neck T-shirt with sandals, probably 23 or 24 years old. Since it was the end of Spring Break week, she had the requisite tan and no lines visible. Of course, Dave used his imagination to fill in where the lines would be, where the tan stopped and the white started. Twenty years ago, when Dave was in college, almost all the girls wore two-piece suits with bikini bottoms. Dave’s cock got hard just thinking about some of his friends who had worn them out by the pool. He had even dated and fucked a couple of them. Great memories. Nowadays, though, girls wore those funny suits that looked like a boys trunks with a girls top. He failed to see the sexiness in such a combination but he was never very good with what was “in fashion” at any given time.
Dave wanted badly to give this girl a full visual inspection but knew if he did he would practically be arrested. So he continued to watch the cars as they came down the line and decided he could get away with one more look if he was careful. Then he would be content go outside and wait for the SUV to be finished and tackle the rest of the day’s errands.
Before he could look, however, she walked right up beside him and joined him watching the cars progress through the line. She looked a bit nervous, like she wasn’t sure how this process worked and glanced around a lot. Dave really didn’t care, he was just enjoying the odor from her body. He’d swear it was some type of Hawaiian Tropic suntan lotion, his favorite. And every time she turned her head, her shoulder-length hair would move just enough to attract the eye but not look like she was flaunting her looks. His first thought was to put his arm around her waist, pull her close and bury his nose into her neck and take in the aroma.
Bad idea, he thought. Especially here in the lobby. Time to take his hardening cock and move outside, away from temptation before he acted on his imagination. He put his sunglasses on and headed out of the lobby.
No sooner had he gotten to the outdoor patio to wait for his SUV, than the coed began following him. Being a distance apart, he got to check her out a little longer without being so obvious. She had a slim figure but very nice dimensions. She wasn’t very busty, maybe a 34 he guessed, but had great shapely legs that ended in a nice round ass. Her face was pretty with big blue eyes, light red, full lips, a perky nose and light makeup. She was wearing a bra but there was still a nice soft jiggle to her breasts as she walked, telling Dave they were natural. He’d swear he could see her nipples getting harder through her shirt.
“Is this where the cars end up?” She had directed the question to Dave, kind of in a general way as she put on her sunglasses. But it must’ve been to him, as they were the only two out on the patio.
“Yeah, they’ll dry them out there and give you a wave when it’s done. Then you can just hand them your receipt, and you’re gone,” he told her.
“Thanks,” she said. “I’m from out of town and didn’t quite know how they did things here. I guess it’s pretty much the same everywhere.”
“Pretty much. By the way, my name is Dave,” he said. Dave was not going to do that anonymous conversation thing much longer.
“My name is Cheryl. Nice to meet you.”
“So, where is home if you are from out of town?”
“Washington state, Seattle area,” she said. “I’m just down for the night to see my boyfriend. I just got done spending the week with my folks at their condo in Las Vegas. One night here and then back home.”
“End of break, huh?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“Las Vegas is an interesting place. It’s kind of two places in one--the Strip and then the rest of the town. Usually I’m good for about 3 days there before I get sick of it and have to come home,” he said.
Dave was trying to make good, non-threatening conversation but his cock was telling him his interest was far beyond non-threatening. He was already day dreaming about Cheryl sucking his cock and then bending over so he could do her doggy style, holding on to that white ass surrounded with golden brown tan. He could even hear her moans as he fucked her, her voice asking for more. The smell of that suntan lotion didn’t help matters much either. Man, did he have a great imagination!
Cheryl’s voice brought him back to the moment.
“We’ve had a condo there for years so I’m used to it. Oh, here comes his car,” she said.
“His car?”
“Yeah,” Cheryl said. “My boyfriend’s.”
“The red car? The one with the dark tinted windows?” Dave asked.
“Yeah, he likes them that dark but it drives me crazy. I’d swear they’re illegal but he hasn’t gotten a ticket yet,” she said. “He’s in class for another couple of hours so I told him I would get the car washed. Which one is yours?”
Dave could tell Cheryl was starting to get more relaxed around him. The nervous glancing was over and now she was almost facing him to hold the conversation. He even thought he caught her giving him the once over behind her sunglasses, checking him out. He must have passed muster and not been too old or out of shape because she was still there talking to him.
