I’ve Come Here to Stare
As we headed home from an afternoon of driving around and getting lost, we started driving past one of the many “adult” places on this stretch of highway. For some reason there’s a lot here, be it a store or a strip club. The stores all look shady to me, and I wouldn’t likely ever step foot in one, but there’s usually a car or more at nearly every one.
There’s one strip club that’s a little more out in the open, with regards to what is surrounding it. It’s right next door to a gas station, I think. I honestly don’t recall because I never pay much attention to what’s surrounding it. Especially this day.
It was a fairly hot day, not too bad, and late afternoon. I interrupted our conversation and whip my head around, eyes completely off the road in front of me, and stared at the girls washing cars outside the club. It’s clearly some event for the club; there’s a little canopy tent with a table under it and a handful of big burly men drinking and watching the girls. There’s about 4 girls that I was able to count in my split-second view. All wearing cut-off shorts and bikini tops. My eyes widen and I turn to him and say “Whoa! Can we turn around and go get our car washed???”
He raised his eyebrows and smiled at me, “Aren’t I supposed to be the one saying that?”
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I pulled into the parking lot. The girls were working on two cars, parked in front of the building which faced the highway. Pretty close to the highway, too. There’s no more room left there so I just slowly come to a stop as they all notice our car. I bet they were wondering if we were lost since I was the one in the driver’s seat. One comes over to my car as I put the window down all the way. She leans in, forearms resting on the door; she’s right in my face. She asks if we’d like to get our car washed, they’re doing it for free today. I just smiled and said “Sounds great”; she told me to pull up a bit and I parked to the side of the building.
He looked at me like I was crazy. I think I did suffer a moment of temporary insanity. Between the traffic on the highway and the men (whom I wouldn’t like gawking at me while naked, ew), I started feeling really self-conscious and wondering what the hell I just did. Too late, I realized, as a cute brunette sashayed over with various rags and towels and a bucket of water. She smiled and dove right into the small talk; I think she asked where we were from, what we were doing in the area but I don’t honestly remember. I was too busy watching her.
God she was good at this. The right combination of sorority girl car wash and Playboy Bunny car wash. Meaning, sexy and flirty and provocative but not so over the top that I felt like I was in a porno. We were, after all, 20 feet from the highway and 50 feet from another business so things had to be…..clean. I quickly realized that she probably wasn’t wearing panties under those very very short cut-off denim shorts. I think I stopped breathing as I stared at her ass when she bent down to scrub a tire or something – she bent at the waist and kept her ass in the air. Thoughtfully pointed right in our direction. The seam (which was about all that was left in the crotch of her shorts) pulled and wedged itself in the crack of her ass and the slit of her pussy affording me a view that couldn’t be rated PG-13. Suddenly I realized she was looking back at me expectantly. I startled and said “I’m sorry, what?” because I had no clue she had even asked another question. She just smiled like the cat who got the canary and continued on working.
As she quickly washed the car I was rewarded with continuous glimpses of as much as she could get away with out there. Ass cheeks and flashes of her shaved pussy, and a bikini top that had a lot of trouble keeping her properly covered. Somehow the part that ties around the neck managed to work themselves loose so that anytime she bent over all the way the tiny little knit triangles fell away from her breasts just enough to show nipple. If you were looking. And I was. Staring like a dirty old man, in fact. I don’t think I’ve ever concentrated so hard on hoping for a “wardrobe malfunction”, for the damn thing to just fall off entirely.
In an all-too-short blur of time, she finished up. He got into the passenger side while I shyly smiled at her and somehow managed to ask what nights she danced here. I assured her that we would be back.
“After the wonderful little show you gave me, I can’t wait to see the real thing. But please don’t try to tell me this car wash was free.” As I stared at her body trying to find a lucrative place to tuck the $10 bill, she stood a little closer to me but made no move to take that money from me. She smiled when I finally tucked it into the tight portion of strap in between her breasts; my fingers grazed cleavage and I boldly let them wander on over to her breast. When I looked at her she just smiled bigger, so I pinched her hard nipple in between forefinger and thumb. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment and then I pulled away.
“Yes, we will be back.”
And with that, we left and continued for home.
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*sigh* I wish. Instead we kept on driving and fantasized the above. If only, if only.
Now then, who’s going to take me to a few good strip clubs? I’ve got a couple fantasies that I need to get working on making real, the sooner the better!