Saturday afternoon car wash—the hand one run by Romanians that did a better job than any machine. But Alina wasn't Romanian.
She was local, working weekends for cash. Curvy, soaking wet from the hose, t-shirt clinging to curves that made me forget my car existed.
"Full valet or just a wash?"
"Whatever you recommend."
"Full valet." She smiled. "Takes about thirty minutes. But I do extras. If you're interested."
"What kind of extras?"
"Park round back. You'll see."
Round back was secluded—just shipping containers and parked cars waiting for collection. She appeared with a chamois, dripping wet.
"The extras," she explained, climbing into my back seat, "are off the books."
"I gathered."
She was on me before the door closed, kissing hard, her wet body soaking through my clothes.
"Been waiting for someone fit all day," she said. "Washing cars is boring as fuck."
"Let me make it interesting."
Her soaked t-shirt came off, revealing a bra that was basically see-through from the water. I peeled it off, found heavy tits, nipples hard.
"Cold or excited?"
"Both." She pulled at my shirt. "Warm me up."
I buried my face in her chest while she moaned and fumbled with my jeans. Her hand found me, stroked.
"Fuck yes. That's what I need."
I pulled down her shorts—she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Knickers get in the way when you're wet all day."
I dropped between her legs, tasted her. She was sweet, responsive, and came fast in my back seat.
"Inside me—quick—"
I slid in and she gasped. She was tight, hot, and moved immediately.
"Harder—yes—"
We fucked in my just-washed car, windows fogging from the steam. She came twice more.
"Close—inside—"
I came deep, holding her against me.
She was out and dressed in under a minute, professional again.
"Twenty for the wash. Extras are free." She winked. "Same time next Saturday?"
My car had never been so clean.
Or my Saturday afternoons so interesting.